Seventy-seven years ago.

Liu Fuchao is still a delicate and weak son.

Although he is a son, Liu Fuchao's family is not wealthy since he was a child, but his parents do some small business and have some savings, so they send their children to learn the piano, hoping to become a musician one day and enter the palace to play for dignitaries.

"It's also a glory for the lintel of our Liu family." Liu Fuchao remembered that his mother had said this.

But the good times didn't last long, and that year there was a great drought, and all the fields in the village were so dry that they cracked the lines, and the land had no grass, let alone food and clothing.

With drought comes disease. His father and mother all died of illness, and Liu Fuchao lost his parents before he really grew up, becoming an orphan who could only play the piano.

"With such a beautiful face, he can also play the piano, so it's not bad to send it to be sold."

"What do you know, it's a pity to be a child, you also come to him, it's not expensive. It should be sent to the official master, if the master likes it, maybe the two of us will soar."

"Hey, hey, hey, Brother Xian is really right, just do it!"

The words of the human tooth deeply stirred his heart. Child? Isn't it just a plaything for the rich and noble? When he was happy, he threw a few ingots of silver as a reward, and when he was not happy, he beat him to death with a stick, and even killed and cooked it and ate it.

This kind of life is not hell but hell, teach him how to live?

"Phew! I'm not going to live my life to serve others!" He swung the body of the piano hard and smashed the tail vertebrae of the human teeth, and when he saw them grinning in pain, he ran.

And the two people chased after him, and said as they ran: "*** dare to run? Let me catch you and break your legs!"

Liu Fuchao ran to two miles outside the village in one breath, and Renyazi had already been thrown away by him without a trace. Unable to run anymore, he stumbled to the ground, and the guqin fell far away.

With nowhere to tell all the grievances in his heart, he sat up with his mouth covered his knees, and stretched out his arm to reach the broken piano.

Jean was his companion, and it was his most cherished thing, but now it was broken, and it was his sin.

"Are the most precious memories of my life going to be ruined?" When his fingertips were about to touch the body of the qin, a pair of white jade-like hands picked up the guqin.

The visitor was surprised to see him like this: "Brother Liu, what's wrong with you?"

He raised his head, and the young man in front of him was the only companion in his life: "Brother Kang, you're back!"

Zheng Youkang helped him up: "Take my carriage back."

Liu Fuchao picked up the guqin and followed him into the carriage.

The Zheng family is a well-known rich family in Peach Blossom Village, Zheng Youkang's grandfather was a musician, and the inheritance was interrupted by his father's generation, but Zheng Youkang picked it up and had outstanding talent.

The grandfather of the Zheng family returned to a smile on his face and tried his best to recommend his precious grandson to his old customers, so Zheng Youkang went to the dignitary's house to play at a young age, standing out among his peers and ascending to heaven.

But he is very good at being a man, and he never hides the rewards he gets, but picks out a few things to share with everyone, and the food he gets is not exclusive, and he often sends it to friends who have a good relationship.

Almost everyone knows that Zheng Youkang is kind and generous, as his name suggests, and he is a good man. Even though he is 90 years old after 77 years, he still has a good name in Peach Blossom Village.

But Liu Fuchao is different.

"Brother Kang, now that there is a great drought everywhere, there is no food and no money, and I can't survive." He hugged the piano in his arms tightly, "I only have the piano and you."

Zheng Youkang saw that he was scarred and embarrassed, so he couldn't help but feel sympathy, and stuffed him with a piece of silver and said, "Why don't you go to the official's house with me to play music, you can choose the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and you will have the money to take it."

Liu Fuchao accepted the money and put the guqin between the two: "Brother Kang, look at this qin, although it is full of scars, it is my friend and my family. You let me use my family to earn money, let me watch other people's faces play, forgive my brother for being blunt, forgive me for obeying my fate."

"But you're starving to death, what's more important than eating and earning money?" Zheng Youkang asked incomprehensibly.

"Yes!" His face stained with black mud radiated a different kind of bright light.

The sound of my piano, my ideals, my soul is more precious than those things outside of my body."

Zheng Youkang became anxious: "But you have no source of livelihood, how can you play your favorite tune?"

"Brother Kang, I only have you in my life, don't you even understand me?" Liu Fuchao's eyes were only disappointed and painful.

"Yes, of course I do." The wealthy young man stuffed all the food in the car into the arms of his brother, who was eight years older than him, "Brother Liu, this is all my reward today, I hope you don't dislike it."

Liu Fuchao looked at the exquisite dim sum in his arms, which he had never tasted in more than 20 years.

He swallowed his saliva, took out one and devoured it, and returned the rest to Zheng Youkang: "I'll just taste it, I'm not hungry."

Another year has passed, the problem of drought has not been solved, nine out of ten vegetables planted by people have dried up in the ground, the phenomenon of cannibalism has spread, and everyone in Taohua Village is in danger.

In the thatched hut at the foot of the remote mountain, Liu Fuchao was playing the piano alone. He was depressed, and he didn't know when he got into the habit of drinking, and his home was like a wine vat in Qinhai, which was difficult to approach.

"Come and listen to me!" He swallowed a sip of his drink and shouted out the door, "Listen to me!"

"Now that everyone is unable to protect themselves, how can I listen to you play?" Zheng Youkang pushed the door in, and when he saw him drunk next to the piano again, he stepped forward and pulled him up, "Brother Liu, wake up!"

"Am I awake? Haven't I been awake all the time?" Liu Fuchao was lying on the piano and smelling the smell of white tea oil, and he couldn't say a complete sentence clearly in his mouth, "Heh...... I forgot my ideals for the sake of life......

He pointed out the door with drunken eyes: "The vulgar is unbearable, the vulgar is into the dust!" There are so many things to appreciate in the world, why should you stick to eating and drinking? Isn't it the happiest to be born in a dream, to die in a drunkenness, to die slowly in something you love?"

"But not everyone is like you, people need food and money to live, not everyone has my relief like you, it's been more than a year, why are you still not sober!" Zheng Youkang put another ingot of silver and two baskets of food on the table.

He looked down at the ground where there was nowhere to stay, and there were large and small wine cans piled up and there, and his chest rose and fell sharply in anger: "Look at your feet, Brother Liu, how did you live like this? Did all the money I gave you go to buy alcohol? You know that my money is not easy to come by!"

"Yes, when you buy wine, only a drunk can relieve a thousand sorrows." Liu Fuchao nodded nonchalantly, "Money is something outside of the body, and what I suffer is that no one needs my piano sound anymore!"

He staggered to his feet, nearly tripping over the bottle at his feet. Although Zheng Youkang was angry, he hurriedly took a step forward to support him, and he took advantage of the situation to lie on the young man's shoulder.

The pungent smell of wine rolled down the young man's mouth and fell on the young man's ears: "When I was your age, I was also a famous figure in Peach Blossom Village, and men and women, young and old, praised me for my intelligence and rare genius. As long as I'm playing the piano, the whole village comes to listen to it, and people from outside the village come to listen to my song."

His eyes looked at the piano behind him, as if he could still see the spectacle of himself being embraced—

The small house of the Liu family was crowded with people, three floors inside and three floors outside, and even the courtyard was full. Men, women, and children crowded in front of Liu Fuchao's window, waiting for him to play the piano.

My heart has never been so satisfied, seeing the eyes of everyone who expects to hear the sound of his piano, his piano is listened to, and his ideals are understood.

Everyone is looking at him with concern and appreciation, his face, his hands, his harp, and the realm in which he becomes one with the harp. All this falls into the hearts of those who can understand.

That's the only way he can be satisfied.

What money? What life?

He didn't care at all.

"I just want people to hear my piano again." He wept, "But no one will come and listen to me. You say they're here to make a living, but why can't they come and listen to my piano while they survive? I don't charge them a penny!"

Zheng Youkang pushed him away: "Brother Liu, you still don't understand what I'm talking to you, the top priority is not your ambition, let alone your thoughts, but to live!"

Now that there has been a drought for many years, *** rich and noble don't dare to indulge in vocal music, and I haven't gone out to play for a long time. There is not much food left at home, and I can't help you in the future, and you are still unconscious, you are really stupid and crazy!"

"What did you say?" Liu Fuchao's eyes were in disbelief, he slammed down a pot of wine, fell to the ground and smashed it to pieces.

"I always thought you understood me." His cheeks slid down in despair, whether it was wine or tears, "I didn't expect you to say the same thing about me like everyone else."

"That's not what I meant......" Zheng Youkang knew that he was speechless, and stepped forward to pull him, but was pushed away by force.

He didn't intend to let go, the young man's hand was stronger, and he pulled him in his direction while dragging Liu Fuchao: "I didn't mean to say that, I didn't mean to look down on you!"

"You just don't want to go all the way with me at all, I'm afraid I'll drag you down!" Liu Fuchao pushed again, but Zheng Youkang still held on and didn't let go, he roared angrily, "You let go!"

Not to be outdone, Zheng Youkang pulled him: "I won't let go! You go out with me to see what has become of the outside, and there are people in the other villages who have changed their children and eaten, and these pleasures are impossible to achieve!"

"You play the piano for pleasure?!" was already upset, and when he heard the words, he was even more angry, and Liu Fuchao shook off Zheng Youkang's hand with a strong force that held the piano table and didn't know where to use it. ap.

The man was finally pushed away, but he lost his center of gravity and took a few steps back and hit the wall.

And the walls are covered with guqins.

In the reverberating sound, Liu Fuchao's life played a different tune. His head was dyed with a different color for the guqin, and at that time no qin could make a color, it was a bright red like blood.

Like a broken string, he fell limply on the table, and lay silently on his stomach as if he could no longer make any sound, without moving.

The room was full of the aftermath of the falling guqin, Zheng Youkang was stunned, stood in place and looked at Liu Fuchao, who was hit by the falling guqin, and didn't dare to do anything.

"And then I ran away." The old voice said, "I'm really scared, it was my hands that killed Brother Liu. I shouldn't be young and energetic to count down, and I shouldn't hold on to it...... If I had a better attitude, I'm afraid there wouldn't be any of these things."

"Did the guqin hit me? But it hit me on the right side of the head?"

The old face swayed from side to side in front of him: "I hit the back of your head, and some blood came out, I saw you lying on the table and didn't move, and you ran away in fright without snorting, and you didn't even close the door."

Ahem...... On the way back, the more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and I wanted to call a doctor to take a look, but it was a big deal, so I told my father about it. But my father felt that the Zheng family had a relationship with dignitaries and nobles, and they couldn't leave a life lawsuit, and you had no relatives or reason, so he planned to burn it down.

But when the servants went to set the fire at night, they found your body gone, and the ground was covered with blood. The next night, the Xing's butcher shop was haunted, and I didn't dare to delve into it for so many years, let alone think about it.

I had nightmares and yelling and screaming night after night, and everybody thought I had hysteria until I was forty-eight years old. After I had a child, I asked him to pray for you every year on my behalf, which was also a way to make a living for the guilt in my heart."

He burst into tears and grabbed Liu Fuchao's hand through Henggu: "Brother Liu, cough...... Sorry...... I'm sorry...... I have been holding back this for almost 80 years, and I can finally say it."

Liu Fuchao also couldn't cry, holding the old man's hand tightly. Henggu's smooth and tender hand intersected with Zheng Youkang's old and furrowed hand: "I misunderstood you, Brother Kang."

"In that case, isn't Master Zheng a murderer?" Heng Gu said to Linghua through spiritual sense.