First Player

13th World Burn My Colors (9). "

The white rabbit is lying on the ground, fluffy, like a toy.

Under the dim street lights, four or five students were surrounding a thin female student, punching and kicking her, and the white rabbit was stained with blood.

"...She was the one who reported it to the teacher, causing me to lose the subsidy for poor students." They pointed at the girl viciously.

"Fight! Fight quickly!"

"It's disgusting to look like this. Just tear her face off."

They laughed and kicked the female student, whose face was covered with purple and purple moss.

Shen Xue did not participate in the bullying. She stood on the other side of the alley as a bystander.

Su Mingan remembers this scene when he was 17 years old. What happened next had a huge impact on his entire life.

What he would do next...

"--stop!"

The 17-year-old turned on the flashlight, and the dazzling light illuminated the dank alley. He pointed at his left wrist and shouted: "I have recorded your behavior with a smart watch. If you bully her again, I will I’ll let the teacher take a good look at your faces! Also, my smart watch is connected to the Internet. If you dare to come close to me, I will transfer the video immediately!”

For a moment, these students stopped punching and kicking, and looked at him with fear and resentment.

Su Mingan had no money to buy a smart watch. It was just an ordinary broken watch, but it frightened these students.

"...Let's go." The leader covered his face with his sleeves and left quickly, and the others quickly followed.

Su Mingan walked into the alley, knelt down and looked at the bullied female student. She was his classmate named He Zhizhen. Because she had several large purple patches on her face and she didn't like to talk, she was always in the class. Alone and alone.

"Are you okay?" Su Mingan said.

"..." He Zhizhen raised her head, her purple and green flesh was split in all directions, and her body was covered with scars.

"Thank you..." She murmured, got up and walked back.

"I'll give you a ride to prevent them from coming again." Su Mingan followed.

At this time, Shen Xue was still standing at the entrance of the alley, and she had not participated in this matter from beginning to end.

Su Ming'an passed her by. Due to the rules of the story field, he could not attack her for no reason, and the same was true for her. So their eyes crossed, and Su Mingan saw the addiction and excitement in her eyes.

She must really like him.

I would rather give up everything to walk in front of him.

But doesn't she understand? He just hates people like her the most.

…

In the next scene, Su Mingan was called to the office.

"Check your watch." The serious female teacher stretched out her hand.

Su Mingan knew that it was probably those students who made a report and wanted the teacher to confiscate his watch. After all, his high school banned internet-enabled watches. And since this teacher is related to one of the students, he will definitely protect that student.

"Here." Su Mingan handed it out.

The female teacher checked it and found that it was just an ordinary watch. After a moment of silence, she let Su Mingan go back.

"Brother, why were you called by the teacher?" After returning to the classroom, Bolong patted him on the shoulder: "What happened?"

"I saved someone last night." Su Mingan explained the matter.

"He Zhizhen? Our classmate." Bo Long frowned and said: "Brother, next time something like this happens, it's better not to take action. If she is targeted, there must be a reason."

Su Mingan said: "Is the victim guilty?"

Bolong waved his hand and said:

"Hey... I mean, if it has nothing to do with us, don't get angry. You see, even if you save her, it won't do any good. Instead, you will be hated for no reason."

"You were smart last night and thought of using an ordinary watch to deceive them. What if you were exposed last night? Will they let you go? If you are really beaten to death by mistake, what will your Uncle Zhao do?"

"You risked your life to save others, leaving your loved ones with endless regrets."

"We are just ordinary people, not martial arts heroes. We just need to take care of ourselves. Think about the relatives behind us who are still missing us."

After hearing what Bo Long said, 17-year-old Su Mingan immediately wanted to refute, but at this moment, Bo Long's words reminded him of his father.

He goes out of his way to save others, leaving his loved ones with endless regrets...

But his father only taught him the first half of the sentence.

The first half of the sentence was indeed accomplished by his father, but it was himself who endured the second half. If it was his turn to be the first half of the sentence, who would be the one to bear the second half?

"I understand what you said, I will be cautious next time..." Su Mingan said.

"Right, buddy, think about it carefully." Bo Long nodded:

"Having been with you for so long, I understand who you are. Now you listen to it because there is Uncle Zhao behind you, and you think that he is still waiting for you at home."

"But let me put it bluntly, if one day there is no one behind you, then you may just rush forward and use yourself as fuel."

"Brother, protect yourself, you are more important than anything else."

Bo Long patted his shoulder and sighed.

In the evening, Su Mingan was blocked by the group of students.

Uncle Zhao's home is remote, surrounded by unfinished buildings and sparsely populated, giving this group of people an opportunity.

In the alley, they formed a circle and blocked Su Ming'an, holding laundry poles, sticks, iron poles and other objects in their hands.

"He looks so good, but he actually tricked us all last night! His watch is obviously not connected to the Internet!" The leader of the short-haired boy pointed at Su Ming'an.

"Hit! Hit me!"

They rushed forward together, raising their weapons.

Su Mingan caught a glimpse of Shen Xue's figure hiding in a crack in the alley. She might want to stage a "heroine saves the handsome man".

At that time, 17-year-old Su Mingan also encountered the same situation. But there was no help from Shen Xue at that time, and 17-year-old Su Mingan was left alone.

The shadow of the stick fell, the angry looks of the students were getting closer and closer, and Shen Xue was ready to attack.

However, a stumbling figure ran in the distance.

"Get away--get away!!"

Immediately afterwards, one after another, stone-like objects smashed over.

Upon closer inspection, these thrown objects turned out to be straw toys.

A middle-aged man with a face as red as clay stumbled over, holding an arm full of straw toys, and threw them at the students one after another. The straw toys were stuffed with small stones, causing them to run away holding their heads.

"——Get out! Don't touch my son!!" The man yelled, his eyes as fierce as a wild wolf.

Su Mingan turned around, the light shone on the man's generous cheek, and there was a slap mark on his cheek.

Zhao Zhuozhong is a stubborn, long-winded person who dare not go beyond the rules. He is also a cautious person who wishes for a peaceful life and is afraid of causing trouble. He didn't dare to support Su Ming'an on the path of art, he didn't dare to support Su Ming'an in pursuing his dreams, and he only wanted to persuade people to return to mediocrity.

He has lived a cautious life, being cautious and condescending towards everyone. It is only for others to hit him, not for him to fight back. Even when he was shortchanged by a vegetable market vendor and got into a fight with the vendor, he was the first to shrink back.

But he rushed up and without hesitation, beat the group of students violently.

"I let you bully my son - I let you bully my son!!!" He was like a wounded wolf, punching these students desperately, regardless of how many times he was hit with a stick.

The young and strong student immediately pushed him and he fell on his butt, still throwing straw toys wildly in his hands.

"His grandma, leave quickly! This is a lunatic!" The leading student was punched and spat:

"Go quickly, go..."

"Isn't he an orphan? No one comes to every parent-teacher meeting, but there is actually a father..."

The lights at the alley are flickering, and it’s a hazy moon tonight.

There was water on the bluestone slab, and Zhao Zhuozhong gasped for air. It was not until he saw the group of students running away that he withdrew his vain gaze, and sweat dropped down his forehead.

In his hand, he held a deformed straw toy.

"...Why are you here?"

"I just came back from the night market. I was chased away by the city management before I sold a single item. I was thinking of selling somewhere else, but I didn't expect to see you. Have you offended someone?" Zhao Zhuozhong wiped his water-stained face.

"No, they came here on their own initiative. What's wrong with your face?"

"Being slapped by a local snake... it's none of your business. Just study hard. Don't get involved in any messy things that affect your studies."

"Let me take you to the hospital. You were beaten several times."

"It's okay. I paid attention to it. It's just a skin injury."

"The straw toys are all broken."

"If it breaks, I'll make it up tonight. I'll take you to and from school these days, so don't be bullied by these bad boys."

"..."

"Ming'an."

"Um?"

Zhao Zhuozhong hesitated for a moment and handed him the only straw toy left in his hand.

"Here you go, a gift. When you passed by the window at the school gate, didn't you look at the crystal piano for a long time? I made a copy of it..."

Su Mingan lowered his gaze.

The man was holding a small straw piano, which was rough and deformed. Compared to the exquisite crystal piano in the window, it looked like an ugly duckling.

But Su Mingan took the straw piano very gently and put it in his arms.

"Now I can't give you the material life you want. I know you are envious of other children... You believe in uncle. Sooner or later, uncle will give you a good life!" Zhao Zhuozhong clenched his fists and his eyes were filled with joy. It's solemn.

There was a sound in the distance, it was thunder. The weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms today.

A fine drop of rain fell on Su Ming'an's forehead, and his field of vision instantly turned into a blur of golden color. He turned his head and seemed to see his father standing at the entrance of the alley.

...Father, do you know? You don't have to worry about me anymore.

Someone loves me and I am no longer alone.

Those days and nights when I just lost my father, eating steamed buns soaked in water three times a day, and spending the night alone on New Year’s Eve wrapped in a quilt...

The beautiful golden color melted in his eyes.

He held the straw piano and said softly:

"I don't want a good life, nor a rich material life."

"Uncle Zhao, I will let you live a good life in the future."

"No local snake dares to hit you, and you don't have to be chased by the urban management. Our better days... will be behind us."

The sound of rain at this moment is quiet.

Zhao Zhuozhong's eyes froze for a moment and his fists were clenched.

After a moment, as if he couldn't bear the silence, Zhao Zhuozhong touched his head and laughed out loud:

"Haha! You kid, you even made such an oath. Okay! I believe you!"

"——Our good days are still to come!!!"

The rain dispersed the dim light, and they were clearly in an unfinished building, but they seemed to be in a golden sunflower field. One sunflower after another was big and round, like a book called "Bronze Sunflowers" that Su Mingan had read.

The sun was pouring down, and thousands of sunflowers were pointing toward the sky.

The cry of "Sunflower" came out from the mouth of the silent little mute, one after another, and one after another.

"...Uncle Zhao."

"Bronze" says:

"I love you so much...I love you all so much."

…

So I will protect myself for you.

I will risk my life for you.

The first half of the sentence, the second half of the sentence.

I remember them all.

…

The final act, at the end of last semester, the school held a New Year's Day party.

Shen Xue finally appeared in this scene as the protagonist.

Wearing a gorgeous white dress, she stepped onto the stage and danced a swan dance.

One after another, dazzling young people took to the stage, singing, playing musical instruments, or dancing. The spotlight shines on them, and at this moment, they seem to be the protagonists of the world.

17-year-old Su Mingan sat below, looking at the dazzling peers on the stage as if from a distant world.

"Brother, aren't you a great piano player? Why don't you go up?" Bo Long sat next to him.

"...Performance clothes are too expensive, and I don't like sitting in the spotlight." Su Mingan said, he moved his feet, and the stitches of the broken sneakers were clearly visible.

"But if you participate, you will receive a certificate! There will also be small gifts, said to be an umbrella and a thermos cup."

"Thermos cup?" Su Mingan thought of Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao's thermos cup broke early and he was reluctant to buy it.

"And there is a free performance session at the end. You don't need costumes, you can just go up and perform!" Bo Long encouraged: "Don't miss it, you are super awesome!"

17-year-old Su Mingan has known his limitations very early - he cannot pursue his dreams or think too far ahead. The most important thing to do is to find a stable job and pay for his family's medical expenses.

As for becoming a full-time artist, becoming a freelancer, becoming a game anchor... these are all elusive. Hobbies are hobbies, and hobbies cannot be eaten as food. Children with good family conditions can pursue their dreams, but they cannot afford the price of failure.

But at this moment, a spark touched his heart.

With Bolon's encouragement, he took to the stage.

Compared with other students, his broken sneakers are particularly eye-catching.

Sitting at the piano, his fingers fell and the first note struck.

Then, the melody flowed like sweet red bean paste to the entire auditorium.

Moonlight, moonlight.

The light fell on him, like the clear moonlight when his mother cut her wrists that night.

The dream came at this moment. He seemed to be floating on the clouds, in a trance, leisurely, and everyone was looking at him.

A black and white flower grew out of the barren heart.

This is like a fragile dream.

"You play so well..." the students whispered to each other:

"It turns out that he is so good at the piano, he should enroll in a music school."

"Oh my god, which class is he in? I've never noticed him before..."

After the fine sound, the last note ended, and the applause sounded like thunder and lasted for a long time.

The moment he walked off the stage, he fell from the clouds back to reality.

A music teacher came over enthusiastically, repeatedly emphasized his talent, and told him the benefits of choosing music, but he still refused.

The dream is a glittering banquet, but once the twelve o'clock bell arrives, reality still does not allow him to dream.

Today he shines brightly and is surrounded by stars. But tomorrow, everything will return to normal, and he will continue to move forward on the already fixed path of life, studying, taking exams, taking exams, going to work, commuting... towards a future that can be seen at a glance.

Finally, there was a dance party.

Boys and girls paired up with each other and danced ballroom dances.

Many people have found dance partners. At this time, a female student in a white dress walked up to Su Ming'an.

Her black hair hangs delicately on her shoulders, her collarbone is white, and she is adorned with a beautiful little white rabbit pendant. Like the most beautiful princess under the light, she attracts the envious eyes of countless people.

The dark eyes were like a pair of crystal clear glass beads.

"...MAY I?"

She stretched out her hand toward him, bowed slightly, her face slightly red.