The room was very quiet, so quiet that Zhu Xinqiu could only hear his own breathing.

The sound of his breathing was so heavy that it was as if countless mountains were pressing on him, making him a little breathless.

Zhu Xinqiu closed his eyes, his hands were clenched, and the green tendons on his arms burst out, but he couldn't vent his inner emotions at this time.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene changed again.

In the clean and bright room, an old man with the shape of a withered tree grabbed his hand, and his eyes shone with the last of his eyes.

This was the teacher who taught him the piano, and he once thought that following this teacher would be the beginning of his happy life.

But it wasn't until later that he realized that it was just another form of punishment.

The old man seemed to want to say something, but Zhu Xinqiu slowly withdrew his hand.

The light in the old man's eyes gradually dimmed, and finally, there was no life.

"Do you hate him?" The voice of wishing no regrets came from behind him.

Zhu Xinqiu turned around slowly, and saw Zhu Buregret when he was a teenager, and he was also himself when he was a teenager.

Zhu Xinqiu looked at Zhu Buregret and didn't speak, and a trace of red light occasionally flashed in his dark eyes.

The corners of Zhu Buregret's mouth hooked up a sarcastic smile, "Every time, every time, every time I am beaten, I bear it for you." ”

"Zhu Xinqiu, you are a coward!" Zhu looked at Zhu Xinqiu with no regret.

Zhu Xinqiu still didn't speak, and the lights in the room became dimer and dimer, as if the old man's life was about to disappear gradually.

The lights flickered, and the shadows flickered on the faces of Zhu Xinqiu and Zhu Buregret, reflecting the same face, but with different expressions.

In the next second, the lights dimmed, and the room became dark again.

When the light came on again, he stood on the world stage, holding the trophy of the World Piano Competition Champion in his hand.

The heavy trophy has also imprinted on his psyche since then.

Zhu Buregret appeared in front of him again, he was wearing a white suit, like a prince charming who came out of a fairy tale.

However, I wish Xinqiu a clear wish, and I wish no regrets that he is not Prince Charming.

And he, too, is not.

"Are you happy?" Zhu Buregret asked with red eyes.

The corners of Zhu Xinqiu's mouth hooked up a smile, and tears seemed to flash in his eyes.

"Happy." He heard himself say that.

I don't regret it, pursed my lips and didn't speak.

This dazzling stage made him the center of the world, how could he not be happy?

How could he not be happy?

Zhu Xinqiu only felt that there was a fog in front of him, and he didn't seem to be able to see Zhu Wuregret's expression clearly.

He thought that Zhu Wuregret should despise himself very much.

Beneath his glamorous disguise was his heart, which had already rotted away.

Zhu Xinqiu closed his eyes, and the trophy slipped from his hand and smashed to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Darkness once again enveloped him.

"Why do you want to destroy me?"

Zhu Xinqiu seemed to hear Zhu Buregret asking.

He also asked himself, why do you have to let Zhu Buregret disappear?

Obviously, it's clear that they are one.

"You know all my unbearable." Zhu Xinqiu heard himself say this, and that tone was so indifferent that he was shocked.

There is no longer a voice of Zhu Buregret in his ears, and there is no regret figure around him.

Zhu Xinqiu slowly opened his eyes, and there was darkness in front of him, darkness, and there was only this darkness left forever......

(End of chapter)