In the orthopedic ward of the General Hospital of Nanjing Military Region, Li Zhulin was lying quietly on the bed, and there was no one around him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The bones in his arms were attached, and he was strapped to a fixed splint, and the smell of bitter herbs wafted through the room.

In the middle of the night, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open and creaked. Li Zhulin closed his eyes and let out an even breathing sound. Put down the lunch box of instant noodles in his hand, sat next to him, and sighed softly: "You kid, what are you doing to provoke Young Master Li of Yayun Company?" Fortunately, Yunfei was righteous, helped settle this matter, and paid for our medical expenses, otherwise it would be a sad day......"

Li Zhulin's breathing paused for an instant, his Adam's apple trembled, his eyes were tightly closed, and he refused to let the tears come out.

"Are you awake?" ****** noticed his son's reaction and hurriedly said, "What do you want to eat?" There is a 24-hour convenience store below, so I'll go buy it." ”

"Be quiet," Li Zhulin's throat was infarcted, and even his voice was a little distorted: "Don't talk......"

"Don't speak?" ****** was stunned, when he saw the tears flashing in the corners of his son's eyes, his heart felt like a heavy blow, for the first time in eighteen years, he saw his son crying.

"It's okay," he forced a smile and said, "You have a mild fracture, Director Qiu said, young man, his body is like a tall sapling, even if he bumps into it, it will be fine in two months at most." ”

"Don't talk about it!!" Li Zhulin opened his eyes, and the tears that were sealed welled up in his eyes, and he roared: "What do you know! Go do your work, drive your car! I can live myself!"

Looking at his son in a daze, there was a knock from a nurse outside the door: "Comrade, please keep quiet, this is the hospital." ”

"Oh, good, good!" he hurriedly got up and bowed outside the door to apologize, "I'm sorry to disturb you, I promise there won't be a next time." ”

Looking at ****** standard bowing posture, Li Zhulin closed his eyes again, and his heart seemed to be wantonly kneaded, and the pain went to the bone marrow.

When did you start hating this man?

Since he was a child, he grew up under the care of this man, and the woman who gave birth to him ran away with someone else two months after giving birth, and the reason was so realistic that it made people want to laugh: "I don't want to eat pickle porridge during confinement." ”

Li Zhulin doesn't care about that woman, because a man can do anything, he can hold the child to read books and set up stalls, or he can do laundry, cooking, sewing and mending. In his spare time, the man would take out a wooden box from the closet with a look of worship, and inside it was a strange red wood with a lot of silk threads. The man said it was the guitar, the coolest thing in the world.

During that time, Li Zhulin lived a very happy life, even if a piece of clothing was worn to the point, and he was hungry. But he likes men, likes the appearance of men in the face of difficulties, likes the wild and unruly eyes of men when they play the guitar, and for a while he encouraged men to go under the overpass to play the guitar, because there will be many uncles and aunts to give money, but men resolutely do not go. He said that playing the guitar is not for money.

But since the third grade of primary school, the man said that when he was setting up a stall in Rulin Real Estate, he accidentally met his old friend Mo Shuqi, who is now the CEO of Rulin Real Estate and is worth hundreds of millions. Mo Shuqi saw that he was pitiful, so he asked the man to take the driver's license test to be a driver. And so, their lives changed completely.

No longer have to worry about running around, worrying about money all day long, and also have spare money to buy clothes and snacks, Mo Shuqi even helped them complete the Nanjing household registration, but the man sold the guitar.

Twenty bucks, when the tattered sold.

He began to delve into luxury cars, famous houses, and fund stock markets. A large number of tutorial discs are placed at the bedside, and all kinds of "21 days to learn XX" books are piled up. The man chatted in front of the celebrities, making them laugh and praising Mo Shuqi for having a good driver. He constantly accumulates knowledge, exercises his eloquence, and tries to climb up. After climbing for fifteen years, he is still a driver, an old driver.

If he hadn't seen the man's appearance before, Li Zhulin wouldn't hate him so much. Mr. Lu Xun said: "The so-called tragedy is the destruction of beautiful things for others to see." "A man has taught him to pursue his dreams since he was a child, even if he falls on the road, at least you have worked hard, and even if you are made fun of in the future, you will not grieve for missing day and night. Life is only more than 100 years, and it should be unique.

But in the end, the man proved with practical actions that dreams are a fart, and only when he is rich.

Li Zhulin sometimes thinks that if the men hadn't met Mo Shuqi that day, they would have lived poor but happy. Set up a stall during the day to sell, and sit in the rental house at night and play a song. Two people snuggle up in bed and fall asleep, and the guitar is their kind.

Therefore, he hates Mo Yunfei, hates Mo Shuqi, and hates the current man even more. He would rather die when a man is poor but loves his dreams, even if he lives in a welfare home because of this, he can at least hold his head high and proudly say: "My father is an artist! The person I admire the most in my life is him!" instead of being pointed at his nose and said, "Li Zhulin, your father is still driving at my father's!"

"Well, it's fine. ****** sat back at the head of the bed, looked at the tears on his son's face, and said softly: "I asked Director Qiu, and he said that the splint can be removed in eight days, and he can write at that time, which has no impact on the college entrance examination." ”

Li Zhulin closed his eyes, unwilling to see his fat face, just listening to the voice, he couldn't suppress the fire in his heart.

With a silent wry smile, he got up to help his son tighten the quilt, turned off the indoor light, and whispered, "Good night." ”

Then he opened the door and went out, and sat down on a bench in the hallway, and stayed up all night.

......

Early the next morning, Ning Lang's exclamations echoed in the classroom: "What? Li Zhulin has a fracture?!"

Xiao Xiangyi covered her mouth, gritted her teeth and said, "My Miss Ning, can you be quiet?"

Ning Lang whined and looked at Xiao Xiangyi sadly, until she was defeated by this pitiful look, and reluctantly let go: "I can't tell you this for a while, anyway, he is now in the General Hospital of the Nanjing Military Region, the orthopedic ward." ”

Ning Lang bit his lower lip: "I'll go to the hospital tonight, after all, he is in the same community as us, and he also helped tutor homework when he was a child." ”

Zhao Jiarui lay on the table and poked her back with a ballpoint pen, Ning Lang turned her head angrily and said, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Jiarui smiled mysteriously: "I advise you, don't go tonight, it's too crowded~~"

Ning Lang was at a loss: "What's too crowded?"

"Stupid!" Liu Huanping looked at her with hatred: "Li Zhulin is a class grass in the first class of the third year of high school, handsome and has good grades, and he is still a guitar master, who doesn't want to take the opportunity to get close to him? The people who go to visit Li Bancao tonight will definitely have a long queue, if you don't want to chase him, it's not too late to wait until Sunday." ”

"I'm not chasing him," Ning Lang first cleared up the relationship, and then said curiously: "Ban Cao, I know, what's the matter with the guitar master?"

Liu Huanping was puzzled: "Aren't you in the same community as him? Haven't you heard him play the guitar?"

Ning Lang shook her head, when she was in the second grade of primary school, Li Zhulin and his father moved into Yipin Garden, the two of them were in the same elementary school, and they had not heard that he could play the guitar all these years. I still remember that when my mother forced me to go to his house to ask questions, his house was empty, and there was basically only one bed left except for the table and chairs.

"That's weird," Liu Huanping scratched her head and said: "I heard from the senior sister in the third year of high school that at last year's New Year's Day party, a girl wanted to play a tune, but the guitar suddenly broke. Seeing that he was about to play, he was about to cry, Li Zhulin stood up and repaired it in less than two minutes, and tuned the pitch, and tried to play half a tune, and the music teacher Lin almost smashed the table after hearing it, saying in public that he was a genius, and it would be a ruin not to go to the Central Conservatory of Music. ”

"That's amazing. Ning Lang is speechless, she likes music but the five tones are incomplete, and she can only express envy, jealousy and hatred for such a great god.

Zhao Jiarui nodded and said, "Until now, Teacher Lin is still squatting and guarding Li Zhulin, looking forward to him going to apply for the Central Academy." This accident was injured, and I don't know how many people will take the opportunity to see him. If you want to go, it's best to postpone it for a few days to save you from meeting them. ”

Ning Lang thought about it and decided to postpone it for two days and go to see him on Saturday.