Reborn you idiot

Every time Zhang Weidong pushed open the door of the ward, he felt secretly sad.

Xiao Wu lay alone on the hospital bed, the white sheets and quilts set him off even smaller than before.

The longer we get along, the more pitiful Zhang Weidong feels for this child. No matter who he is, he has a kind of cautious apprehension, even deliberately trying to please everyone.Even for small things like pouring a glass of water for Xiao Wu and peeling a piece of fruit, the child would immediately say thank you. In retrospect, I have never seen him act coquettishly or make trouble out of no reason.

When Zhang Weidong came to the hospital for the first time, Xiao Wu was indeed very happy, but this kind of happiness was also cautious.

"Teacher!" Xiao Wu sat up from the bed immediately when he saw Zhang Weidong.

Zhang Weidong walked over and touched his forehead: "I heard from the nurse that you have a fever again?"

"I'm sorry, I could have been discharged from the hospital today...but I..."

Zhang Weidong smiled and shook his head: "It's not your fault, I know Xiao Wu is a good boy, and he always takes medicine and injections on time."

Hearing what he said, Xiao Wu seemed to feel more at ease, and let his body soften and lay back on the pillow.

Zhang Weidong rubbed Xiao Wu's hair, it was just a common flu, and it was a pity that the child was hospitalized for a whole month.

Seeing that Xiao Wu was in good spirits, he asked, "Can you tell the teacher that you want to learn guitar yourself?"

Xiao Wu nodded vigorously: "I like guitars."

Zhang Weidong asked again: "Then when did you go to the training school?"

Xiao Wu thought about it, but couldn't remember the exact time: "Before Chinese New Year, my father took me to sign up."

Zhang Weidong believed that children would not tell lies. He was released from prison only after the Chinese New Year, and Xiao Wu had already been learning guitar for a while at that time.

But is there such a coincidence in the world?How could Xiao Wu be his student?Zhang Weidong felt unbelievable again.

Later, he simply didn't think about it anymore, no matter what, the child was innocent.He deliberately alienated Xiao Wu before, the child thought he was hated, so he became more sensitive and restless, always observing his face, and talked less than before.

Zhang Weidong still had class in the afternoon, and just as he said goodbye to Xiao Wu, someone opened the door and walked in.

"Father, Uncle Lin!" Xiao Wu immediately sat up as before and called out.

"Good boy." Xiao Jungu walked into the ward, followed by a tall man.Although the man looked gentle on the outside, and there was nothing particularly eye-catching, but because of his gentle and modest temperament, Zhang Weidong couldn't help but take a second look.

Xiao Jun said, "Let me introduce. This is Teacher Zhang, and this is Lin Zhiyuan."

Zhang Weidong was not used to shaking hands politely with others, so he just said hello.

Lin Zhiyuan handed over the Mickey puppet, smiled and said to Xiao Wu: "A gift for you."

Xiao Wu didn't take it right away, but looked at Xiao Jungu, saw the other party nodded slightly, and said, "Thank you, Uncle Lin."

Zhang Weidong didn't have much experience in dealing with children, so he didn't think about buying gifts. Seeing Xiao Wu happy holding the puppet, he felt negligent.He thought it would be better to make it up next time, so he said, "Then I'll go first, goodbye."

Xiao Junso politely sent him to the door: "Thank you for coming to see Xiao Wu, goodbye."

When Zhang Weidong left, he saw Lin Zhiyuan sitting by the bed for the last time, bending over in front of Xiao Wu, the two of them smiled happily.

And Lin Zhiyuan is a man who is pleasing to the eye, and the picture is even more pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

He could feel that Xiao Jungu had an unusual relationship with this man, and he could even be sure that they were having an affair.Zhang Weidong didn't deliberately guess, it was just intuition. After all, he had known Xiao Jungu for almost half his age.

Zhang Weidong couldn't laugh or cry, and described himself in a self-deprecating way: "Once bitten by a snake, I was afraid of grass ropes for ten years."

Xiao Jungu has already turned the page with him, but he is always on the alert.If it was a few years ago, Xiao Jun would let him go and give him freedom, and Zhang Weidong would not believe it if he was killed, but there is nothing strange about the two stabbings.

Although he didn't stab Xiao Jun to death, after all, he also took half of his life. No matter how cheap a person is, there must be a lower limit.

So at this moment, Zhang Weidong really relaxed, knowing that the past is completely over.

Zhang Weidong often goes to the recording studio as an accompanist, and knows many musicians. Even if he deliberately keeps a low profile, it is inevitable that there will be times of sympathy.

He has been making music for a long time, and sometimes as soon as he gets his hands on the instrument, he can tell if the guy is real or not by watching a few movements.Due to work reasons, we would meet once in a while. Zhang Weidong appreciates it and pays attention to keeping a distance. Apart from saying a few words in private, he has never participated in the gathering of musicians.

He knows what those people think of him, and he must have said a lot about himself behind his back, but he doesn't care, at least so far, no one has recognized him, and they all think he is an ordinary and proud guitarist.

It's a pity that things backfired. People who had never met him before couldn't recognize him, but acquaintances were different.

For example, Zhou Li called out his name after seeing him: "Zhang Weidong."

The corners of Zhang Weidong's mouth twitched. He was standing outside the recording studio at this time. He planned to run away, but he was recognized.

Not only could Zhou Li recognize him, but she also had eyes on Jin Xing and sized Zhang Weidong up: "Are you an accompanist for someone else?"

Hearing that the other party's tone was no longer an interrogative sentence, Zhang Weidong still answered honestly: "Yes, let's eat for a living."

"Look at your virtue, it's really shabby." Zhou Li looked disgusted, and her tone was even more polite.

Zhang Weidong was speechless, Zhou Li still looked the same as before, a rigid and tricky spinster.

The two looked at each other face to face, silent for a while.

In the past, they were not friends, nor did they have a common language. It might be wrong to call it a cooperative relationship. They never worked together, so they were more like grasshoppers tied to a rope.At that time, Zhang Weidong was struggling desperately, and Zhou Li had to follow behind to help him wipe his butt and solve the trouble.

So it's no wonder that Zhou Li didn't give him a good look. Zhang Weidong thought about it and said, "Thank you for taking care of me before."

Zhou Li disdained: "Cut, you still have a little conscience."

"Anyway, you're just messing around now, so why not follow me in the future." Zhou Li said again.

"Ah?" Zhang Weidong was stunned.

"I've set up my own business a long time ago, and I've set up a brokerage company. Don't expect the treatment to be good, but it won't be worse than being an accompanist." Zhou Li walked to the window and said to herself as if she expected him to agree. Words: "The company is still in its infancy. It just signed a few artists a while ago, and just needs a music director. After that, I will leave things like song selection and recording to you. Don't waste my energy."

"Hey, sister, I haven't nodded yet."

"Anyway, you can only do some behind-the-scenes work, what else is there to be picky about?" Zhou Li turned around, raised her hand and slapped Zhang Weidong on the back of the head: "Give me your phone number, and when I finish the work at hand, I will contact you in two days."

Zhang Weidong thinks about it too, anyway, he needs money, and he only has music as his specialty, so he really has no right to be picky.

So he gave Zhou Li his phone number. As for whether it will work or not, let's see later.

Recently, it was the exam month, and there were fewer courses in the training school, so Zhang Weidong had more time to visit Xiao Wu often.

He always thinks that child is too lonely, eager to mingle with other children, but also afraid to be too presumptuous due to low self-esteem, and physical reasons, he can't even participate in physical education class.After Zhang Weidong got off the bus, he almost walked to the gate of the hospital, only then remembered that he wanted to buy a gift for Xiao Wu.

So he turned around and walked left along the street, looking for a store that sold toys.Zhang Weidong wandered around for ten minutes until he reached the commercial market, but he didn't see anything suitable for children, and he didn't know what Xiao Wu liked, so he was helpless.

Just when he was about to return the same way, there was a commotion in the surrounding area.

There was a group of people chasing and beating one person, and they didn't know what happened. They only heard the sound of shouting and beating, and people on the street rushed to avoid him.

Before Zhang Weidong could react, the beaten man suddenly got up and ran towards him.

"Quick! Catch that thief!" someone yelled.

It turned out that he was catching a thief, so Zhang Weidong stretched his legs and tripped the person who was trying to escape by jumping over him.

Originally, he just wanted to help by the way, without thinking too much, but the pursuers rushed over immediately, surrounded the thief, punched and kicked him.Not only that, but the thief had already been beaten with blood all over his face. He tried to get up many times, but was kicked back to the spot. The last time he climbed two or three meters with his bare hands, he was kicked over again.

The person who kicked over the thief was not the one who chased and beat the thief at first, but the bosses of other stalls in the market.At this time, some people joined in with sticks, and the number of people who participated in the beating quickly changed from a few to a dozen.

The more Zhang Weidong looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Hit! Hit to death..."

"Dare to steal, kill this mouse!"

They fought and shouted.Someone got punched or kicked, and with a huge satisfied smile on his face, he retreated to the outside of the circle, gloating and continuing to watch the show.Some people fight endlessly, and the beatings get harder and harder.

At first Zhang Weidong could still hear the thief begging for mercy and screaming, but after a while, he could only hear the sound of being hit with a stick and shouting.

The thief had actually become a living target.

Zhang Weidong looked at the faces around him, and suddenly found that those who beat him the hardest all had a savage impulse, as if they had long wanted to ruthlessly abuse others.Maybe it's just that there was no reason or excuse to treat a fellow like this before, but now that there are thieves, they have a way to vent.

Whether they were watching the excitement or participating in the beating, their expressions were full of enthusiasm. No one was thinking whether this was reasonable, or whether a dozen people should stop the brutal behavior of beating one person.Don't treat the thief as a human being at all!

"Stop!" Zhang Weidong yelled, rushed over to push the wall away, and got in: "You guys are going too far!"

He stood next to the thief, looked down at him, and said angrily, "What are you doing? Do you have to beat him to death?"

"He deserves to be beaten to death, who told him that his hands and feet are unclean." Someone said.

Zhang Weidong looked left and right, and found that there were faces with expressions of pleasure and pairs of irritated and excited eyes all around him.

And he himself, because he rushed into the crowd, was surrounded by these faces.

Zhang Weidong tried to reason with them: "He stole something. You can call the police and send him to the police station. Why did you beat him like this? Who will be responsible if you really beat him to death?"

Someone pushed Zhang Weidong from the back: "The law does not blame the public, and you don't have to pay for death!"

"Yes, if you beat him to death, you will kill him. Who cares about such a person?" There were also voices of support.

Zhang Weidong turned his head, pointed at the man and said, "Are you legally illiterate? How can you not be responsible for killing someone? I remember your appearance. If you really kill someone, I will be the first to testify It's you, if you see it, it's a crime!"

Everyone around stared at Zhang Weidong with fierce eyes.

Under such circumstances, no one is calm and rational. They think that they are doing a happy thing to do justice for the heavens, but suddenly someone jumps out to stop them, which means they have committed public outrage.

Not to be outdone, Zhang Weidong stared back at them, full of disgust.

I hate these guys so much, Zhang Weidong wouldn't believe if there were more vicious gangsters who beat people with knives.And the reason why they are so arrogant now is because thieves are not a threat—that's why they bully the weak and fear the strong!

Zhang Weidong said again: "You've beaten people like this, isn't that enough? Stealing something is more expensive than a human life?"

Then he bent down to help the thief again, shouting loudly: "Go away, sell your things!"

"He's with the thieves! Beat him too!"

This provocative shout played a role. The people who surrounded the thief and refused to disperse just now started to attack Zhang Weidong.

"Damn it!" After Zhang Weidong became a teacher, he had already gotten rid of the habit of swearing, but today he couldn't bear it anymore!So after being punched a few times, he snatched what others used to hit him. It was a retractable fishing rod. He clenched it tightly and swung it forward violently!

The scene became chaotic again, surrounded by people, Zhang Weidong couldn't escape, and he didn't want to escape.

He knocked down two men, and was injured himself. Something hit the left side of his face, and his ear was covered with blood.

There were a dozen or twenty people on the other side, and Zhang Weidong no longer expected to be kind. He would either be beaten to death or dragged to the police.

Zhang Weidong was hit on the head with a stick, and there was no blood, but his eyes were black.

He gritted his teeth and didn't care about anything, he just knew he couldn't fall down.Once he fell down, he would be like the thief just now, and he would become a target for the mermaid to vent his anger, and no one would stand up to stop him.

Why aren't those damn cops here yet!

Zhang Weidong swung his fist and hit the other person on the chin, while cursing bitterly in his heart.

The fishing rod in his hand had just been knocked off, and his whole arm was still numb, and he didn't know how long he could hold it.

Zhang Weidong kicked again, just in time to knock down the person in front of him. Unexpectedly, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, and he was hit again.

He turned sideways, wanting to ask that guy for his debt, but he saw that someone was one step ahead of him and hit the back of the guy's neck with a stick.

Seeing the person who hit him just now fell limply, Zhang Weidong was stunned.

He was more than stunned, he was simply dumbfounded and stunned.

"Stupid, what are you in a daze for?" Xiao Jungu scolded angrily.

Xiao Junso held the wooden stick he had picked up with both hands, walked around behind Zhang Weidong, and fought back another person who attacked him from behind.

The situation was critical, and Zhang Weidong didn't have much time to be in a daze, so he cheered up immediately.Naturally, he and Xiao Jungu turned their backs to each other, and worked together to deal with the frontal enemy, as they did a long time ago, cooperating with each other tacitly.

Lin Zhiyuan in the distance got out of the car, and after calling the police, he looked at them worriedly.