Reborn you idiot

Chapter 78: Farewell

When meeting Zhao Yu, that weird smile appeared on Zhang Weidong's face again, which was a little creepy.

In the private box of the celebrity club, Zhao Yu gritted her teeth with fierce hatred and said, "Why are you laughing! Am I wrong? You are a scum, a plague god, and a scourge! You are the one who deserves to die the most!" !"

Zhang Weidong calmly picked up the teapot, added tea to Zhao Yu who had been scolding him for 10 minutes just now, and put a horseshoe cake for Xiao Wu who bowed his head and said nothing. Judging from his expression and demeanor, he didn't let go of those ugly insults at all. on heart.

Zhao Yu scolded so dryly that she picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhang Weidong filled another glass for her and made a please gesture: "Go on, I'll pour you water if you're thirsty."

Zhao Yu was trembling with anger, and it took her a long time to hold back a sentence: "You are really shameless!"

Zhang Weidong looked at her expression, guessing that the other party had scolded enough, flicked the cigarette ash and said, "Do you know why I came to you? After you're done scolding, let's talk about business."

Zhao Yu was worried that there would be children present, otherwise she would have sprayed Zhang Weidong's face with a sip of tea, and said bitterly, "What business do I have to talk to you about? I came here to scold you, to speak out for that idiot! You stabbed me!" His two knives are not enough, but he has to be forced to leave his hometown and make up his mind never to return to China. His family business and his foundation are all in Guangzhou, because you don’t want them all. Do you know that a big group collapsed How many people's livelihoods will be affected by the liquidation? Every day, a large number of people block the entrance of the company, pulling up horizontal banners to protest, scolding Mr. Xiao for worshiping foreigners, and using Chinese money to sell foreigners. You don't Know?"

Zhang Weidong thought for a while: "I really don't know, I haven't paid much attention to the news."

Seeing that he was still able to speak so calmly, Zhao Yu went crazy: "You, is your heart really fleshy? How much did Xiao Jungu have to pay to achieve such an achievement? What right do you have to make him give up everything? You Does it match?"

"Well, it's really not worthy." Zhang Weidong nodded in agreement: "So, Mr. Xiao is an idiot."

"Bastard!" Zhao Yu couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the blue and white teapot on the table, and smashed it hard on Zhang Weidong's head.

She lost her composure in a moment of anger, then immediately turned around and hugged Xiao Wu, covered the child's eyes with her hands, and kept patting him on the back: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, did Auntie scare you? Good boy, don't I'm afraid..."

Zhang Weidong didn't hide just now, the teapot slammed into pieces on his head, and his body was covered with fine porcelain pieces, as well as tea leaves and tea water, not to mention how embarrassing he was.Fortunately, the teapot was filled with warm water, and no second-degree damage was caused. Zhang Weidong slowly opened his eyes, wiped off the excess things on his head and body, and then picked up a napkin to wipe off the water stains.

Zhao Yu was speechless as she watched from the sidelines, only feeling weird and frightened.

If Zhang Weidong's forehead wasn't bleeding, he would have just come out of the swimming pool with his appearance and demeanor, and then he was wiping the water slowly with a towel.When Zhang Weidong tidied himself up, the blood was already dripping from his forehead to his eyes. He took another napkin and wiped it, and then pressed the wound to prevent the blood from flowing down again.

"You've scolded and scolded, beaten and beaten, have you calmed down?" Zhang Weidong took out a cigarette with one hand and lit the fire with one hand: "Can we talk about business now?"

"How can I calm down? Xiao Jun is dead, he is dead, do you understand?"

Zhang Weidong nodded again: "I know, since everyone is dead, what's the point of talking about the past?"

Zhao Yu's anger, which had subsided a little, was rekindled again, but this time she didn't attack Zhang Weidong, but smiled instead.

"You want Xiao Wu to be with you, right? Then you should ask the child what he wants."

"you're right."

Zhang Weidong stood up, still a little dizzy, so he closed his eyes for a while, then walked to Xiao Wu's side.

He knelt down, touched Xiao Wu's hair, and said softly: "Xiao Wu, will you follow me in the future? We live like a family, and I will take care of you and love you like a father until you grow up ,are you willing?"

Xiao Wu remained silent, raised his face, and looked at Zhao Yu anxiously.

Zhao Yu gave Xiao Wu a smile.

She was originally a beautiful woman of national beauty. When she smiled, even if there was an inexplicable glint in her eyes, she was still beautiful.

"I don't want to..." Xiaowu bravely waved Zhang Weidong's hand away, pushed him hard again, and shouted with red eyes: "You are not my father! You killed my father! You killed him , you are a villain, a big villain!"

Xiao Wu's strength was not great, but Zhang Weidong heard a "boom". When he fell to the ground, the whole world collapsed.

Ever since he knew Xiao Jun died, Zhang Weidong wasn't too sad, but his chest became hollow, neither sad nor happy.

He thought that he was already invulnerable to swords and guns and invulnerable to all poisons, but he was crushed by this child's words.

Xiao Jungu's death is indeed inseparable from him. If it wasn't for waiting for him, nothing would happen. If he ended the music earlier, nothing would happen. If he could get to the square sooner, nothing would happen. If... If you don't mention it, it's enough. There are countless ifs when you mention it.

If he hadn’t known Xiao Jungu, and their lives would not have been entangled, Xiao Jungu would definitely not have died young, would not have had that gray hair, would definitely, would not have aged at the most vigorous age .

Zhao Yu looked at the distraught man sitting on the ground with cold eyes, and smiled coldly.

She picked Xiao Wu up and left the table.

She didn't intend to let Zhang Weidong raise Xiao Wu at all, the other party wanted to make amends, didn't he?She refused to let it go!

Zhao Yu's revenge was not limited to this. She walked up to Zhang Weidong and stared at him condescendingly: "By the way, Mr. Xiao said something to me when he was dying, and he still mentioned you."

Zhang Weidong's stagnant eyes suddenly fluctuated, and he hurriedly asked, "What did he say?"

Zhao Yu smiled again: "Do you really want to know? He was already dying at the time, so he took my hand and said..."

Zhang Weidong held his breath and didn't dare to move.

"I won't tell you!" Zhao Yu paused at a crucial point, suddenly burst out this sentence, then turned and left.If Zhang Weidong didn't ask just now, she might say it, but if Zhang Weidong asked, then she would never say it, even if she was killed!

When Xiao Jun was dying, everyone left the emergency room, and she was the only one left.

She decided not to tell anyone, taking the secret to her grave.

After seeing Zhao Yu, Zhang Weidong was sick for a while after returning home.

I didn't have any serious illness that would kill me, but I had a cold and a fever. I went to the hospital a few times and prescribed a lot of medicine. One day it got better and the next day it got worse again, and I couldn't recover for a long time.Zhang Weidong knew that he had taken drugs and his resistance was not as good as that of ordinary people, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Until the end of the year, his condition finally got better, but his cough still couldn't get rid of the root cause.

Even when he was sick, Zhang Weidong smoked at least two packs of cigarettes a day.

Both Zhou Li and Du Hu advised him to quit smoking, and even if he didn't quit, he should be more moderate.

Especially Duhu, every time he sees Zhang Weidong, he scolds fiercely: "Listen to your own voice, it's so hoarse, and you're fucking smoking like hell, you don't want to sing anymore, do you?"

Zhang Weidong didn't care too much and said: "If you can't sing, you don't sing, what's the trouble at this age."

Du Hu was shocked: "You really don't sing anymore? Is the band going to disband?"

Zhang Weidong said: "Whatever."

Dahu: "But... you just stopped singing like this? Why do I feel a bit unacceptable?"

Zhang Weidong said: "Then let's sing, if your voice can handle it."

Duhu was completely speechless, this guy is too indifferent, is he still Zhang Weidong who regards music as his life?

In fact, Zhang Weidong didn't tell Dahu about one thing, nor did he tell anyone else.

It has been a long, long time since he had no urge to write songs. When he was sick, he was bored and wanted to find something to do, but he picked up a pen and paper, and was stunned for a long time, unable to write anything.He even realized that he might not be able to write songs in the future, but he didn't feel regretful.If Dahu still wants to perform with him, there are still ten or eight of the songs he wrote before, barely enough to make up an album, and if he finishes singing these, then there is nothing he can do.

Du Hu couldn't stand Zhang Weidong's lack of ambition, so he and other team members decided to release another album.

Now that they have all made a decision, Zhang Weidong has no objection, but he is busy with work, and other members of the band have married, and each has their own lives to take care of, so procrastination, this album took more than half a year to produce. Finish.

This is the third and final album by Empire.

They haven't filmed an MV, and all of them are CDs. Compared to those popular bands, who can release several albums a year, they are simply weak.However, the sales volume was astonishing, one piece could equal many copies, and the sales volume continued to break through the top, almost breaking the record of the album sales in Asia.

Another year later, Zhang Weidong has become a hall-level singer, and his band has also become a hall-level band.

His "Zhang's singing style" and "Zhang's style" have had a profound impact on rock music, and are regarded as a milestone in the development of Chinese rock music. He reshaped the glory of the music industry in the 80s and even became more .There are countless people who love rock and roll, learning and imitating Zhang Weidong's singing style and performance skills.

It can be said that it was unintentional, Zhang Weidong climbed to the peak he longed for in the past with a mentality of letting nature take its course.

He had no particular idea about this, because he knew he was done with it.

In the Chinese music scene, there will definitely be someone who can surpass him in the future, but he can no longer surpass himself.

Zhang Weidong seems to have seen through life, old age, sickness and death.

When he was 38 years old, his aunt passed away and failed to recognize him until the moment of her death.

The funeral was held in a splendid manner. Some distant relatives and neighbors somehow found the mourning hall. Zhang Weidong asked people to block them all out, breaking in one by one and beating the other out.He thought he was narrow-minded, and he didn't give back the cold eyes and contempt that his aunt received back then to these so-called relatives one by one.From receiving the urn, to putting on sackcloth and filial piety, helping the spirit, and spreading the first handful of loess, Zhang Weidong went through the whole process steadily, without any loss of manners.

Zhang Weidong didn't even shed a tear, and stood alone in front of the grave all night, facing the rising sun and muttering to himself: "Auntie, let's go..."

Let's go, let's go, from now on, he will be left alone.

Zhang Weidong didn't feel sad, but felt a faint sense of relief. For this woman who is not a mother but is better than a mother, he has fulfilled the responsibility of a son, and in the end all he can do is mourn and resign.

Zhang Weidong unilaterally announced his withdrawal from the Imperial Band, and unilaterally resigned from the job of the director. This matter is absolutely incomprehensible to outsiders. These two important and respected titles are something that many people will never get in their lifetime. He is not confused. Years, but so easily abandoned.

But Dahu and Zhou Li knew that they couldn't keep this person.

At first, they thought Zhang Weidong was very strong, and the other party was indeed very strong.

But as time passed, they discovered that this kind of strength was flawed——Zhang Weidong was very beautiful on the surface, and he was admired everywhere he went. He would laugh and get angry, but that was just to cooperate The script is all about giving the appropriate response at the appropriate time.

In fact, this person doesn't care about anything. He lives in the secular world, but his heart has long been detached.

On the day Zhang Weidong said he was going to leave, Zhou Li cried for the first time, jumped on him, and beat him desperately: "I would rather you had to die or live, commit suicide or go on a hunger strike, than you keep everything in your heart." , I trapped myself in the ivory tower."

"Don't cry, I can't stand women's tears." Zhang Weidong hugged Zhou Li in a rare way, and smiled bitterly: "You are too serious, I'm fine, but now the company has two deputy directors and four ministers. , They can handle a lot of things, and it's time for me to move my position."

Zhou Li is the kind of person who doesn't cry, and when she starts to cry, she has the momentum of eloquence: "You did it on purpose, right? You planned to leave a long time ago, that's why you cultivated those people. Don't think I don't know , you bastard... bastard, where are you going?"

Zhang Weidong was afraid of her: "Hey, don't cry, people think I've done something to you, don't worry, I'll call you when I settle down."

Zhou Li was still crying: "You lied to me..."

Zhang Weidong couldn't take it anymore: "Auntie, accept it when you see it. If you are not a beautiful woman, don't pretend to be cute and pitiful like others."

"What did you call me?" Zhou Li wiped her eyes, and immediately showed her true face: "Is your skin itchy? Is your mouth twitching?"

Zhang Weidong smiled: "I'm leaving."

Zhou Li straightened her appearance, didn't tell anyone about Zhang Weidong's resignation today, and followed him silently, sending him out of the company all the way.Zhang Weidong came to report empty-handed at the beginning, and now he left empty-handed. He seemed unrestrained, but Zhou Li knew that he had devoted all his efforts to the company.There is a large box of notes in Zhang Weidong's office, each of which is densely written, making different analyzes for different artists, as well as the company's future artistic style and market positioning, taking all aspects into consideration.

With Zhang Weidong's departure, Zhou Li did not lose his left and right hands, but lost his pillar.

Zhou Li watched Zhang Weidong drive away, knowing that it would be difficult to see him again, her eyes were red again unknowingly.

Zhang Weidong seldom thinks of Xiao Jungu, aren't you all dead?What do I still miss you for?

I want to live a good life, live a glorious and beautiful life, and live a life that everyone envies!

After Zhang Weidong left Guangzhou, he wandered around and lived without a fixed place. He became an out-and-out homeless person, a person without a home.He went up and down the mountain, walked through one city after another, met many friends, and heard many stories.

He often plays the role of a qualified listener, smiling and sighing in other people's stories, but turning his head but forgetting about it.

He set foot on the snowfield, he crossed the desert, and he hiked over the most dangerous Triple Lang Peak in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, but how dangerous is it?He forgot.As time went by, he only remembered that he had been to certain places, but he couldn't recall many details of what he had experienced.

He was wandering in this world, but he still couldn't reach the shore. In the end, it wasn't that he wanted to leave, but that he had no destination, no place to go back to.So he can only keep drifting until he can't walk anymore.

Zhang Weidong learned that he was suffering from lung cancer when he was 40 years old.

Western medicine said that chemotherapy was useless, and surgery was required to remove the left chest lobe.

Traditional Chinese medicine says that depression persists in the chest for a long time. If you don't get rid of the knot as soon as possible, no matter how much decoction you drink, it won't help.

Zhang Weidong laughed it off, he's a bunch of bullshit quacks, he doesn't want to be a waste who can't breathe even climbing stairs!What is he so depressed about?In his current life, no matter how many people hate him, he can eat enough for one person and the whole family is not hungry. He can do whatever he wants and go wherever he wants.

But now he can't go anywhere, lying on the bed, the continuous proliferation of cancer cells has turned him into a medicine jar, and he has to have needles in his arms every day, and take a lot of medicine.He never thought that losing his health would be so painful.

It was as if a blade was cutting into Zhang Weidong's chest day and night. The pain was hard to tell whether it was cold or hot.He began to suffer from insomnia, and finally fell asleep, but struggled in layers of complicated dreams. Whenever he opened his eyes, he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or waking up for a long time.

I took too much medicine and my mind was muddled.Zhang Weidong often saw a person standing in front of his bed, looking down at him.

At this time, Zhang Weidong's stubborn temper broke out again, and he really wanted to jump up from the bed, pointing at the man's nose and yelling: "What are you looking at? It's not like I'm hopeless, I'll call the doctor for surgery tomorrow! Since you If you are all dead, die far away, I will live a better life than anyone else, and you don't need to meddle in your own business!"

The man had gray hair and a blurry face, but looked at him tenderly, silently.

Zhang Weidong struggled on the bed but couldn't get up, so he grabbed and tugged with his hands, but it was always in vain.

He lost his temper, kicked his legs and kicked the quilt, and dreamed: "Go away! Go away..."

The man still didn't move, didn't speak, always silent and tolerant, always calm and calm.Zhang Weidong couldn't stand the other person's appearance the most, he gripped the bedding and gritted his teeth. The medical staff thought he was in pain, but in fact he was angry.

He told no one about his illness.

Because I think it is unnecessary, and it has no effect except to add grief to those who care about him.

But Zhang Weidong didn't expect that there would be such a person who came all the way from Hong Kong to meet him specially.

Time is like a butcher's knife, but this man seems to be immune, or in other words, he is a mottled bronze with profound heritage, tough and strong in nature, and can withstand the tempering of time and quicksand.At the meeting, Zhang Weidong was briefly surprised, but he was not surprised. There seemed to be an inexplicable fate between him and this person, and they admired and attracted each other.

"I came to see you." He Yi'an said.

Zhang Weidong tried his best to smile: "Thank you."

Then the two of them sat in the ward silently, watching the setting sun gradually slant, there was no need to say a lot of things.

He Yi'an peeled an apple, split half of Zhang Weidong, and took a bite: "You suddenly disbanded the band, I knew something must have happened, I know you are the kind of person who will face everything alone, but I still want to ask , is there anything I can do for you?"

Zhang Weidong shook his head: "I don't lack anything."

He Yi'an sighed: "I knew that I couldn't give you what you lack."

Zhang Weidong remained silent, and responded with a slight smile.

He Yi'an stared at his sickly pale face, and also smiled: "I didn't plan to say some things, but it's time now, if I don't say it, maybe I won't have a chance in the future. I have been paying attention to you all these years, all your songs I have heard it all, and I have deep feelings, the more I do this, the less I dare to approach you, am I selfish? Maybe we are too similar, so it is only suitable for admiring from a distance, and I don’t want you to know me the dark side."

"You have helped me many times, and I remember it in my heart, but I admit that I never intend to repay it, because I know you don't need it. So, I am also a very selfish person."

He Yi'an agreed: "The Bible says that love is patient and kind. I think I can't do it."

He came and walked quickly, before leaving, He Yi'an gave Zhang Weidong a big hug.

Zhang Weidong said: "Thank you for coming to see me, I will never forget you."

"Me neither." He Yi'an patted him on the back: "Try to get better, I don't want to lose you."

Zhang Weidong nodded, saying in his heart that he is not moved is a lie, and keeping a proper distance is another way to cherish.

He really wanted to live a good life, live a good life like a pique.

But the cancer cells spread quickly, and there was a large blurred shadow in the chest cavity. The doctor did not persuade Zhang Weidong to accept the operation, but told him to stay with his family more and to leave the hospital if he wanted to.

On a sunny afternoon, Zhang Weidong felt much better, and the pain was not so difficult to bear.

Although he didn't have much strength and couldn't get out of bed and walk, he felt good about himself and wanted to go outside to bask in the sun.How long has he not seen the sun?Zhang Weidong raised his hand, squinted his eyes, and looked at the bright orange leaking from his fingers.

He looked at it seriously, completely unaware of the compassionate expression on the nurse's face behind him.

Zhang Weidong suddenly chuckled.

His life was enough, he got everything he wanted, and lost everything he could.Even though he has all sorts of shortcomings, he is worthy of himself and others, and he can be justified when he sees Lord Yama.

But there was only one person who made him inexplicably owe so much debt without knowing or willingly.

And don't let him pay it back!Stretch out your feet, and you're dead if you say you're dead!

Thinking of this, Zhang Weidong began to hate again, covered his mouth and coughed while hating, out of breath.Zhang Weidong thought of the question that had troubled him for a long time—what did Xiao Jungu say before he died?

He couldn't pay back the debt owed to Mr. Xiao, so it was only natural that he divided things and settled down to his destiny.

But they were clearly talking about life and separation, so why did it turn into death and separation in the blink of an eye?Can life and death be the same?

"What the hell did you say? Why can't you stay longer and wait until I come to die? You can't blame me, really can't blame me, it's you who refused to wait for me... You said you were going to leave, but I already rushed I went to see you, but you didn't say you were going to die, how could you lie to me?"

Zhang Weidong hated lingeringly, talking to himself like a psychopath, scolding very happily.After all he said, he was blaming someone for breaking the appointment, and he agreed to see him for the last time, but he died before he arrived, it was too much!

Zhang Weidong's mood turned gloomy, he hated everything he looked at, and even the bright sunshine became dazzling.

Go back, he wanted to say to the nurse, but he was powerless, for some reason, he just couldn't squeeze out any strength.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, his waist could not be straightened, and his body slowly collapsed.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he said in his heart, "I'm so tired, I have to go back..."

Zhang Weidong slowly closed his eyelids and never opened them again.

The moment before he lost consciousness, he suddenly felt very relaxed. It was time for this difficult life to end.