The evening lights on the side of the street are lit up, and the city that had been dim is now extraordinarily bright. He Beifan walked on the path covered with maple leaves with his schoolbag on his back. The boy's pace became slower and slower, and his steps were heavy. For some reason, Fan's thoughts are very chaotic, he has a lot of things in his heart recently, but he doesn't even have anyone to talk to.

Walking on the street, he looked more and more tired, a gust of evening breeze blew in his face and made Beifan sober up a lot, the crushed shoulders made him want to break free more and more, and he couldn't help but reach out and pull the shoulder strap of the schoolbag, but he forgot the injury on his hand, and a light touch would make Beifan feel pain. He had to retract his hand again and bit his lower lip.

In recent piano lessons, he was in a very decadent state, which made him hate himself even more. He doesn't like He Beifan like this, tired, decadent, self-blaming, and depressed, but he is so helpless. Facing the dim street lamp, Beifan inadvertently caught a glimpse of the injured hands, which had always been his proud capital before, but now, the boy hated it more and more. Seeing its red and swollen skin, He Beifan even had a more excessive thought, how good it would be if it was chopped up.

If he didn't have hands, he wouldn't have piano dreams anymore, and naturally he wouldn't be so miserable. But Beifan has a pair of good hands, and the young man's hand bones are slender but very powerful, which makes it more convenient for him to play the piano, but he has failed it, alienated those noble black and white keys, and let it deal with leftovers every day.

The evening breeze is gentle, and people who are tired of the day feel even more sad at this time. Unconsciously, Bei Fan had already come to the door of Uncle Lei's noodle restaurant, but he didn't have the strength to push the door of the shop again, and after thinking about it, let's go in, even if Bei Fan didn't want to, his legs still unconsciously brought him in. As soon as he entered the door, he felt a warmth that he had not felt in a long time.

"Beifan, you're back." Guo Lei was cleaning up the beer bottles in the corner, and when he saw the young man walking in, he waved his fat hand and greeted him quite warmly. "Hmm." He Beifan looked wilted, he had a hanging face, like a frosted eggplant, he could see that he was very unhappy today, and the expressions on those faces were enough to explain everything. But the young man didn't say anything, but picked up the rag on the dining table, after all, Guo Lei was not an object to talk to. He Beifan only regarded him as his boss most of the time, and he didn't see that he cared about him.

Regarding He Beifan's state, Guo Lei was naturally very puzzled, "What's wrong with you?" Did you encounter something today? Uncle Lei stopped what he was doing and looked at him with a serious face. But He Beifan naturally wouldn't confide in him the pain in his heart, he didn't say anything, he just shook his head silently, and pretended to be in a very natural state to work. Seeing that his hot face was attached to his cold buttocks, Guo Lei didn't want to ask any more, and the man's attention was focused on the pile of beer bottles again, but when he cleaned them up, his movements became unusually slow.

The rag in Beifan's hand was wiped back and forth on the dining table, it was already very clean, but he was still not satisfied, so he simply stopped the movement in his hand, and he slowly straightened his waist, "I'll wash it." When he passed by Guo Lei, he only explained very simply, and then walked to the toilet. What the hell is wrong with this kid today? Uncle Lei couldn't help but show a worried look. But Beifan had already come to the toilet and turned on the water tap, the boy kept rubbing the rag in his hand, and the stains on the rag were washed off little by little, but Beifan's heart was still very messy, and the cold water washed on the boy's injured hand, constantly stimulating his nerves.

The rag has been washed, and He Beifan naturally lost the reason to clean up in the toilet. He wrung out the rag in his hand and walked out, the expression on his face was calm, and there was not the slightest fluctuation. But the boy's actions after that were beyond Guo Lei's expectations, Beifan looked at him, but his tone was very cold, "Uncle Lei, do you have a kitchen knife here?" As soon as these words came out, He Beifan felt that he was extremely stupid, what kind of international joke was he making, this is a restaurant, how can there be no kitchen knives. The boy paused, then said, "Where did you put your kitchen knife, can you lend it to me?" His tone was normal, and there was nothing wrong with him.

Guo Lei was worried about the pile of spleen wine bottles, and the man was also a straight brain, so he didn't think about it so much, so he said without thinking, "Yes, on the board in the back hall." As soon as the man's words fell, He Beifan shook the rag in his hand, and then walked towards the back hall of the noodle restaurant. Uncle Lei didn't pay much attention to this matter, but looked absent-minded. At the same time, He Beifan had already come to the back hall of the hotel.

It's a relatively small space, and in the middle of the roof is a 10W integrated light, but it's enough to light up the entire kitchen. The stove is not big, but it was wiped clean by Uncle Lei, and there was not even any oil stain. This is especially true of the off-white cupboard on the side, which at first glance looks like new. It's just that if you look closely, you will notice a hint of oldness. There were several bags of flour stacked in the corner, and only one of them was open, and He Beifan had never been to the back hall of the noodle shop, so he was very curious.

But when his eyes saw the kitchen knife on the board, he suddenly remembered something. He slowly approached it and slowly took it in his hand. This is a very sharp knife, the blade is sharpened very sharp, and it can be seen that Uncle Lei values it very much. He Beifan looked at his injured hand and seemed to hesitate. Such slender hand bones have accompanied the boy for many nights of piano practice, and it is precisely because of these slender fingers on the black and white keys that he will have a heartfelt happiness. From the beginning of Beifan's contact with the piano to the present, they have endured many beatings and scoldings, but they have never been discouraged. Every time I was injured, I played harder.

However, their owners now want to give up on them. But this is not the fault of these hands, only blame him He Beifan, it is he who has failed these hands, rather than watching it suffer day and night under the rice residue and oil stains, it is better to cut it. If, in the future, these hands stop playing the piano, then they are also noble, at least not exhausted, and the joy of jumping on the keyboard does not belong to them for a long time. Thinking like this, the kitchen knife in Beifan's right hand became more stable.

"Beifan, what do you want to eat tonight?" Guo Lei had finished cleaning up the pile of beer bottles, and there was an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, and he walked towards the back hall of the noodle restaurant. I really don't know what this kid He Beifan is doing, and I haven't seen him come out for a long time. "Beifan." The man walked to the door of the back hall and called him again, but the boy didn't pay attention to Uncle Lei's question. The man only saw that Fan's head was lowered, he was holding a kitchen knife in his right hand, and there were a few drops of bright red blood on the white floor.

Guo Lei suddenly panicked, he hurriedly rushed up, "What are you doing?" The moment he saw Beifan, Uncle Lei was shocked, "You, you kid." The man said and hurriedly snatched the kitchen knife from He Beifan's hand, but it was too late, there was an obvious knife mark on the back of the young man's left hand, bright red blood was constantly gushing outward, and the cutting board was already stained with a pool of blood.

"You're crazy, what if you cut your artery?" Uncle Lei seemed to be flustered to the extreme, but fortunately, Beifan's wound was shallow and did not hurt the blood vessels. The man obviously didn't expect He Beifan to do such a stupid thing, he hurriedly pulled the young man to the seat in the outer hall, but Beifan's blood dripped all the way, and his face was a little embarrassed but he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. The knife on his hand was still bleeding out, but the boy's heart breathed a sigh of relief, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were vented, perhaps, this is also a relief.

Guo Lei hurriedly walked to his bedroom, and the man took out a medicine box from the partition of his cabinet. This medicine box is already a bit old, and when he first opened the noodle restaurant, he planned to make an emergency, but he didn't think that it would come in handy today. And He Beifan looked at the knife on the back of his hand with an indifferent attitude, and he felt a little ridiculous when he saw Uncle Lei carrying a medicine box. But Guo Lei had a tense face, he sat down in front of the young man solemnly, and gently opened the medicine box.

"Reach out." Guo Lei's voice sounded very stern, but it was not lacking in warmth. On the contrary to him, He Beifan had a grinning face, "No need, Uncle Lei." Although there was an unbearable pain, He Beifan got a pleasure from it. Take it. Uncle Lei yelled at him again, and seeing that Beifan didn't move, he simply went to pull his arm. But it seemed to shock his knife, and Beifan's expression became extremely painful.

"Child, bear with me." Guo Lei said, pouring some water on Beifan's wound. "Ahh The boy couldn't help but scream, and the clear water trickled down along with the blood stains on the back of his hand, and Beifan felt a heart-piercing pain that seemed to be beyond his endurance, so the young man's left hand began to tremble. But his constant shaking made Guo Lei very embarrassed, the man had already dipped a cotton swab in iodine wine, but when he saw He Beifan's painful appearance, he didn't know what to do, so he didn't dare to start, "What should I do?" You have to disinfect your wound so big, otherwise you will get infected. Uncle Lei said with no lack of concern.

But He Beifan was so painful that he couldn't speak at this time, he gritted his teeth, and a thin bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, which hurt into the bone marrow. But all this is also his own doing, and there must be nothing to suffer. "Fan, come, I'll wipe it gently, you bear with it." Guo Lei bit his lower lip helplessly, and then the cotton swab in his hand gently rested on the back of the young man's hand.

"Ahh Bei Fan screamed and wanted to break free, but in the end, he endured it and put it on the dinner table smoothly. "Alas, you kid." Guo Lei couldn't help but reproach distressed when he saw the young man's stubborn appearance. The man looked like a big old man, but his mind was careful enough, he gently put Beifan's hand on his palm, and wrapped it around it with a white bandage, and in a short time, Beifan's wound was bandaged.

"Thank you for the trouble." He Beifan's face looked a little weak, and the collar of his school uniform was already soaked with sweat. "Thank you, you kid, don't do such stupid things again." Guo Lei looked at the boy's bandaged right hand and felt even more faintly distressed.