Chapter 010 Guilt
Zheng Xiuheng's eyes became a little lonely and sad. Being out of Zheng Qilong's control made him regain confidence in life. He was really happy to be able to walk in the sunshine, and even forgot everything about everyone except his sister. However, seeing these two instruments reminded him of something that he must never forget.
Putting down the suitcase and backpack, he walked to the wall, looked at the two instruments, stroked the keyboard with his right hand, and said with some melancholy and guilt: "Actually, you know everything!"
Li Xiaole was lying in a pool of blood, looking at himself with concern, reluctance, and a hint of resentment. Thinking back, Zheng Xiuheng finally understood after listening to Zheng Qilong's words. Perhaps he had already known it, that he was being used as his substitute.
Li Xiaole was his best friend, two years older than him, and cared about him like a brother. Just over ten days ago, he was stabbed more than 30 times with a dagger. When Zheng Xiuheng came out of the club, Li Xiaole had already fallen in a pool of blood.
Before dying, Li Xiaole said some strange things to him, saying that Lee Myung-bak would be president, and Park Geun-hye would be female president, and that Korean Wave would go global, and that he should have been successful... After saying this, he looked at Zheng Xiuheng with unwilling and complicated eyes.
Zheng Xiuheng didn't know what to say, he just knew that he had shed tears and his vision was a little blurry. And a month ago, this brother who had always cared about him and was very cheerful and generous suddenly told him excitedly that they would be able to leave here soon, and that he would help Zheng Xiuheng pay off his debts, and then they would enter the entertainment industry together and become the most successful singers in the world. He also asked Zheng Xiuheng to wait and not lose confidence.
Li Xiaole stayed at home for a month and was eventually killed. Zheng Xiuheng thought that Li Xiaole had offended someone during that month, but he later learned the reason from Zheng Qilong.
"I'm sorry, Lego!"
Zheng Xiuheng gritted his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes. As a man, he knew very well the truth that "Men don't shed tears easily", but there was another sentence behind this, which was "It's because I haven't reached the point of being sad yet."
Logically speaking, Zheng Xiuheng should find out the murderer and avenge him, but he knew that the person behind the murder was definitely not an ordinary person. At the same time, it was not difficult to find out. As long as he found out the boxers who challenged him during that period and then traced back to their boss, he would definitely be able to find the murderer.
But... Zheng Xiuheng gave up.
After being trapped in the dark swamp, Zheng Xiuheng finally returned to the ground and basked in the sunshine. He struggled for two days between taking revenge and giving up, and finally chose to give up.
If you want revenge, there are only two ways. One is to find the person and kill him directly, but your life will also be ruined. The second is to find evidence to prove that the other party hired a killer to commit murder.
In fact, there is a third option, which is to surpass the other party in strength and have enough power and money to retaliate, but this is almost impossible.
So he gave up.
Looking at these two instruments, a deep sense of self-blame arose in my heart, and I even had the urge to escape from it all.
He was not afraid of death, because his past experience in the hospital had wiped out most of his fear. But he was not afraid, which did not mean that he was not afraid of anything. His worry and guilt for his sisters were more important than anything else, otherwise he would not fight for Zheng Qilong.
"I'm sorry, Brother Le, I can't make that choice. All I can do for now is give up my hobby of music and I will never sing again!"
Zheng Xiuheng grabbed the guitar in the corner with his left hand, picked up the keyboard on the stand with his right hand, then turned and left the room, walking towards the two iron barrels in the garbage dump not far downstairs.
Today is December 17th, a beautiful Sunday. It is really pleasant to have such good weather on a winter weekend.
Although the snow is still thick, this kind of weather makes the children happier, even if they don’t have many friends to play with.
A girl wearing a white down jacket and short curly hair happened to be walking on the road outside. She had walked five or six meters before suddenly falling back. The girl, who still had some baby fat on her face and looked only in her teens, like a junior high school student, looked at the bald brother holding a musical instrument not far away. She had a little curiosity on her face, but when her eyes fell on the guitar, she was full of surprise.
“Dang!”
After throwing the music score on the keyboard to the ground, Zheng Xiuheng threw the keyboard directly into the iron bucket, and then took the mahogany guitar in his other hand.
A folk guitar produced by Martin, a specially customized D series, a guitar worth up to 13 million won. Li Xiaole saved money for a long time to order it in the United States.
As the world's top acoustic guitar company, Martin's craftsmanship is naturally impeccable. Although it might be better to sell this guitar, Zheng Xiuheng would not have such an idea. Perhaps it would be best to send this guitar back to its owner.
“Boom!”
With a clear sound, such a beautiful guitar was also thrown into the iron bucket. He picked up all the sheet music on the ground, shook off the snow on them, and took out a lighter from his trouser pocket.
“Bang!”
The yellow flame danced playfully, and soon a piece of music score was slowly ignited. Looking at the dancing flame, Zheng Xiuheng's expression was very complicated, as if he was relieved and reluctant.
"I can never repay what I owe you, but at least I can satisfy your last bit of resentment and complaint!"
Since there is no way to avenge Li Xiaole, Zheng Xiuheng can only give up what Li Xiaole has been pursuing all along. Zheng Xiuheng will never forget the last look in his eyes when he looked at him. Since he still has resentment towards him, and he cannot give his life back to him, he can only give him his only hobby as interest.
Maybe he felt a little reluctant, but he was not unwilling. Unlike Li Xiaole, who put music dream first in his heart, this would never be the first in Zheng Xiuheng's heart.
Li Xiaole always envied Zheng Xiuheng, saying that he had God-given musicality and a very magnetic voice, and that he would achieve great success if he became a star, while he himself was just pursuing his dream through hard work. People without talent will always envy those who have talent.
Zheng Xiuheng felt that only by giving up these things could he make up for Li Xiaole's parting complaints to a small extent. After all, people are selfish.
He threw the completely ignited music score into the iron bucket, and then slowly tore open the music score and threw it in one by one. The sawdust in the bucket was quickly ignited, and the expression on Zheng Xiuheng's face inexplicably relaxed a little.
“No!”
Zheng Xiuheng heard the shouting coming from the left and turned her head in surprise. A short, chubby little girl ran over anxiously and looked at her...
Zheng Xiuheng's pupils shrank and his face suddenly turned dark, not because of the little girl who was almost next to him, but because of the black Hyundai parked on the street and the three men who opened the car door and got out.
