Domineering Master's Favorite

This piece of music is very sad and sad, just like my mood at the moment, it is so complicated, but I can't find a shoulder to lean on.

I really didn't expect that my cooperation with him would be so good. It's unbelievable that this is the first cooperation.

I don't doubt his technique, but mine.

Ten years, a full ten years.In the past ten years, I haven't touched the piano again. This piece of music is actually so deep in my memory, as if it is deeply embedded in my heart. No matter what method I use, it will be difficult to erase.

After the song was over, I slowly opened my eyes.The air at this time is so fresh, but it also carries an oppression that I can't see through.

Suddenly, I seemed to remember something.I want to speak, but I don't know how to say it, so my mouth keeps opening and closing.

He also seemed to have guessed what I wanted to say, and there was a depth in his eyes that I couldn't understand, and then he pretended to smile easily and said to me: "Just say what you want, I won't care!" I clearly knew , His smile was faked, but it was so real.Perhaps, it was just to give me an encouragement.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally plucked up the courage and said to him, "Well, why are you usually so indifferent? Could it be that something that impressed you scarred you?"

Indeed, I am most concerned about this issue.Because in my eyes, any indifferent person must have a story behind him.Even autism is caused by some kind of shock and injury.

Sure enough, he was surprised when he heard my question.His eyes were suddenly full of desolation.

Did I mention his sore spot?

"I'm sorry." I apologized softly, hoping to make him less unhappy.

"It's okay, let me tell you." He smiled at me, no matter how genuine he was, he couldn't hide the scars in his eyes.

I nodded slightly, hoping that he would no longer be haunted by such things.

I hope that after he speaks out, the scars in his heart will slowly heal.After all, it may be a great harm to him to bear it alone.

He took a deep breath, then turned around, looked at the scenery outside the window, and told me about his childhood.

"In the past, I really didn't look like I am now. The me now is completely different from the me before. At that time, I was very happy. But later, my father's company failed at that time, and my mother abandoned him , followed other men." He said slowly, although his tone was very flat, but full of sadness.

I didn't speak, and let him speak quietly by himself.Even if he doesn't want to say it, I can't force him.

"Later, I was picked up by my parents when I went to school, but I didn't. My mother ran away, and my father was hit by this and kept falling. I was always laughed at by others."

I stared at his face, handsome, but a little haggard.

"Then, I started to learn martial arts, whether it's taekwondo, judo, or tai chi, I learned them all. As long as I could strengthen my physique and defeat the enemy, I would learn them. Later, I started a gang. Every time Every time someone laughed at me, I hit him once. In the end, I became a strong man."

It turned out that his story was so sad and desolate.

Much like when I was a kid.

Although, I have parents.But I always feel that they are not my real parents.

Sighing, looking out the window, I can become strong anytime.

Still unknown. . . . . .