Entertainment: From being a child star to becoming a world star

Chapter 10

The ward left alone.

Zheng Xicheng shivered all over as the cold air seeped into his skin.

I thought that was funny, so I smiled sarcastically.

"When did a person start to feel lonely?"

Zheng Xicheng leaned on the bed and closed his eyes. His memory was long ago, and now he carefully recalled the vague past.

The second bathroom of Nan District Road Station.

Zheng Xicheng was abandoned there. The child.

The child probably wanted to live and cried very noisily. It was so loud that women passing by were attracted by the sound.

The baby who was placed on the cold ground just after birth said that it would be dangerous if it was later.

The director of the nursery looks like He said it as if he wanted to thank him as a martyr, but Zheng Xicheng had a different idea.

"What a pity" was all he felt.

He said:"Among the children who look similar, they also look very cute."

Because he has no parents to make a photo album or raise a child for him, he can only use the dean's words to prove it, but he can only believe it.

With his eye-catching appearance, he is often adopted, and it is ridiculous that he is adopted as many times as he wants. How much.

The reason is the same for everyone

"The child is very quiet and kind, but the more I look at him, the weirder he becomes."

Later, even the jealous adopted children realized that they would be abandoned again anyway.

Zheng Xicheng also held the hands of the new adoptive parents who came to pick him up.

It was a really funny skit.

I learned not to expect so much.

Even if he was dismissed according to the prescribed procedures When he returned later, no one at the nursery welcomed him.

"Dean!"I don’t want to share a room with him!"

"I don't want to sit next to him!"

Because he's not welcome anywhere.

But I don't even have time to struggle with this feeling

"go to hell! go to hell!"Don't let me see you after you die!"

The more vivid malevolence in childhood was directed at him.

Verbal violence naturally turns into physical violence. Moreover, the director of the nursery school remained silent about all this.

Must survive this.

Comply with violence and sometimes use violence.

Don't touch it casually.

Don't let anyone get close.

I don’t know why I’m alive, I’m full of poisonous gas, and I’m struggling to survive.

And, daily life that seemed to be the same forever changed.

"I want to adopt this child."

I refused.

I already knew the outcome because I didn't want to repeat stupid behavior.

But the couple was very stubborn. They came to see Zheng Xicheng every weekend for a month.

All kinds of sweets, soft dolls, high-quality clothes, etc. were all I'm used to it. The child who was as sharp as an angular stone slowly fell down in the warmth.

The expectation that I gave up a long time ago sprouted in my heart again.

If it is these people, it should be okay, a small expectation.

The child finally He held the couple's hands and walked out of the nursery.

The couple was very kind to the child. They really loved and cared for the child like their own children. So Zheng Xicheng thought that it would continue.

It was an illusion.

A month passed, and the number of times the couple looked for the child decreased..

We hold hands and go to the playground every day, once every two days, once every four days, and once a week. It slowly decreases like that, and soon I can no longer hold hands.

But the child is very stupid.

I hold the origami made in the art class in the couple’s room. wandering before

"Would you like it if you gave me a gift?"

As if holding that kind of expectation.

Then the child heard voices coming from the room.

"Wife. I want to send the child back. I am confident that I really love you...I wanted to cherish you like my own son. why? Why do you hate children so much? I hate that kid more and more."Wife, why should I do this?"

A voice full of confusion

"I can no longer send away the children I brought. We need to be responsible."Even if it’s very tiring, we still have to raise our children until they reach adulthood."

"I hate having that kid in the house."It’s so scary to be in the same space!"

"But everyone around you knows you have adopted. People would find it strange if children were left alone."Although it's painful, try to think of it as nothing and only provide financial support."

The man coaxed the woman.

The child quietly returned to the room so that they would not notice him.

Then he threw the unrecognizable paper crane into the trash can.

The eyes that were immersed in the short-term happiness were full of poisonous gas.

Since then, the child has not been to the playground.

Other children read and study while playing. If he doesn't cause trouble, he looks like a good boy to everyone. Covered in a veil of affability and courtesy.

If I wasn't welcome anywhere, I was determined to make the most of everything.

Couples who are sensitive to affluent financial status and social gaze.

Is there a more perfect setting than this?

The child never thought about leaving this home

"I need something more precise."

At that moment, the adoptive mother came into the child's eyes.

She was a violin teacher.

Although she dreamed of becoming a violinist, she encountered the limitations of her talent and was an ordinary person who compromised with reality.

The child smiled very happily.

Because I understand The little hand raised the violin.

The woman quickly recognized the child's genius.

It didn't take long for the woman to realize that she didn't have what she wanted in her life and wanted something in her life.

The child who watched the performance was jealous and felt inferior..

And then finally admitted it.

The child can realize what she has always wanted.

Let him practice every day.

The strange thing is that the child does not feel strange discomfort when playing.

And that is tantamount to a kind of salvation for the woman.

It is for A child brought by love.

A child brought back because he has the confidence to love.

But he is increasingly and inexplicably tabooed and rejected. That kind of self is annoying to death.

All negative emotions are addicted to the feeling of separation, Made him practice meaner.

The kid took it in silence.

Bleeding down the string, muscles twitching in the arm holding the bow, no one stopped. They were all crazy somewhere.

Plus talent and more than anyone else could imagine No one could keep up with the amount of practice. He participated in various prestigious international competitions and won the championship.

The title of youngest was very common for him.

Later, he forgot why he worked so hard.

As time passed, the child became Youth.

Different from my impure childhood, I learned how to wear a mask.

I didn’t want to get closer to anyone than a certain distance, but kept the bottom line. That way people wouldn’t particularly hate him or dislike him.

Instead, they were more interested in him. Fame and appearance created a favorable impression. Just like his adoptive parents who brought him all kinds of sweet things when they first met him.

At this time, his life changed slightly.

Find Gangsheng When the adoptive mother who gave birth to her child entered the hospital, her mind was filled with worries. She no longer had to stay at the couple's home like before.

He was already a famous violinist and would be an adult in a few months. After being abandoned by his couple, he might The fear of returning to the nursery made no sense now.

I opened the door and thought

"The time to leave home may be earlier."

That's all.

He glanced unintentionally across the ward.

Then he looked.

The little thing in the color of winter jasmine. He even forgot to breathe and stared at it.

The one moving around the baby's heart was too small and too weak.

It's cute.

This It was the moment I fell in love for the first time.

That little life was named"Jung Hee-yun".

From that moment on, his life had a purpose.

I went to overseas performances and bought things for my children. When I think about the way my children like to laugh, , it’s easy to be happy.

Although I have never shown that side to myself.

The child is no different from others.

He cries horribly as soon as he gets close, and turns his head away if he doesn’t want to look. The only difference is that young people love children.

Press The doorbell of a house where no one welcomes you.

But I still miss you.

I live so modestly.

The day after the concert.

The world becomes blurry. My whole body is burning and I fall to the ground.

I reflexively hold the violin in my arms..Then when I open my eyes

"It seems like he is about to be hospitalized."

His world once again faced dramatic changes.

Sad?

Yes.

I knew that my body began to weaken from a certain moment.

I just didn't pay attention. Maybe I was thinking about what would happen if I died like this. It would be very comfortable.

Ah, one thing.

The fact that I can't see my brother is sad.

Because there is no way he can come to him.

Diagnosed with a rare disease.

Not bad.

The world gradually forgets about him.

That's not bad either.

Being diagnosed stops pulling. Violin.

It should be fine.

He looked at his hands.

Ah, yes.

Not very good.

When did it start?

When did it start to have such great significance?

"There's no need to know."

It's all over now.

He untied the strings of the violin.

And met the little one.

Zheng Xicheng carefully stroked the violin in his hand. The one who will accompany me for the last time is you.

Sitting on the corner of the bed, Picked up the violin.

The arm that seemed to be about to strike the strings stopped.

I didn’t know what tune to play.

"Well, what's good about it."

Although life is miserable, I want to end it smoothly at the last moment.

Countless composers' names and song titles have surfaced and then disappeared

"De Borsac? no. Hayden...well, not so much. Life appearance? It's nice though, eh."Schubert, Mendelssohn, Vivaldi……"

All very ambiguous.

From songs by well-known giants to songs from modern cartoons, they all flashed through his mind.

Not much.

As soon as I am not satisfied with anything, I start to feel a little anxious.

At that moment, the fateful sunset came into his eyes.

Just like struggling to the end, just like burning more at the end, the intense red shines with colorful light.

Who said the sunset is beautiful?

It was a miserable cry. ah.

He understood what he was going to play.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly. besides.

The bow cuts sharply across the notes.

As if running on the notes, unfolding gorgeous skills, the right arm holding the bow keeps moving.

There is a subtle thrill in the music that surges like a storm.

The playing is getting richer and richer. It can hardly be thought of as the sound produced by a violin.

Zheng Xicheng smiled happily.

There can be no such thing as"peace" for him.

From his unremembered childhood to the present, there is nothing in his life that lends itself to soft melodies.

The bow slides very long and the atmosphere reverses.

Chilling timbre. Unknowingly, it exudes the moist and gloomy aroma of death.

It seems to make the listener become melancholy, and it feebly moves the status quo.

The voice became quieter and quieter. slowly. Like a gradual stop.

The sound seemed to be cutting off soon.

And then, well, one jumped out in a weird direction. When I was once again confused by the gloomy timbre, there was another strange sound.

Gradually listen to the strange sound. Without realizing it, the melody was singing along with that note bit by bit.

Keep going, stop, keep going, and when I stop, I feel very depressed.

Ah, yes. See you.

As if repressed things are being poured out, the bow is wandering listlessly and freely. All the depression disappeared, and a strong sense of catharsis came to my heart.

The performance is getting closer and closer to a climax. Cold death followed, but now no longer afraid.

Just keep going like running is all there is to it. After the strong vibrato, the left hand unfolds the gorgeous Descarto.

Like the last glow of sunset, the tone changes.

Faster, faster, very fast.

Soon the speed reaches its peak and the bow cuts strongly across the string.

Teng-

"Haa-haaa."

Zheng Xicheng gasped.

There was a satisfied smile on his lips.

Sweat dripped from his forehead unconsciously.

He looked up at his only audience.

"How about it?"

【……What, not bad. 】

Kuan'er shook his head calmly and said

【Among the vibrations I have ever heard, it is the most worth listening to]

Hearing those words, Jung Hee Sung hahaha. laugh out loud

"It's an honour."

Zheng Xicheng looked down at the violin. Two violin strings were broken. Zheng Xicheng gently stroked the violin. He was very happy to spend the last moment together.

He smiled as he looked at it

"It's ready now."

The lump is a little closer to Zheng Xicheng. The guy who hesitated for a while said

【Is there any final words you would like to say? ]

Zheng Xicheng slowly closed his eyes and opened them.

There is so much to say.

Because it was too much, I decided not to do it.

Eventually it all becomes an obsession.

I decided to say what needed to be said for him.

Zheng Xicheng looked at Kuan'er with gentle eyes

"Thanks"

【…What?】