After several discussions with no results, the kind-hearted Da Kui chose to accept the result of a non-work injury and refused to let his wife and son go to Li Shengli for proof.
But the matter was not over yet. Li Shengli's 10-year-old son was very angry and secretly went to his father's ward when Dakui and his wife were not paying attention.
The little widow holding her curly-haired son did not stop the boy who looked like a calf. Li Shengli looked in shock at his own son who rushed to the hospital bed.
Looking at his biological father lying on the hospital bed, the boy only said one sentence: "He is my biological father, so don't act like a coward!"
Li Shengli smiled, looking at his increasingly distant but upright son, he was very pleased and made the final decision.
"I prove it!"
"You are going to kill us two!"
The little widow rushed over and covered Li Shengli's mouth, "I prove it!" Li Shengli struggled to break away and shouted the last words of this life.
Li Shengli just left. "I prove", this sentence came from the mouth of a 10-year-old child, no one believed it. Life had deceived this little boy who had lost his loved one!
Nothing has changed, Da Kui is still not injured at work, and not only that, but there is one more injury, forcing his good brother to death, and earning a reputation as a work-related injury.
The little widow was the ultimate beneficiary. She received the pension and got a regular job. A month later, a curly man was born in the family.
Dakui's family sold all their belongings, plus years of savings, but still could not afford the medical expenses advanced by their employer.
In desperation, the couple took their children out to make money, and they were starving. They really didn't know when they would be able to pay off the money.
After Dakui finished speaking, the two bicycles in front of him were also repaired. Tiejun didn't know how to comfort his bearded brother.
"Hahaha, I feel quite happy after I finished speaking. Brother Tie, look, is it him?"
Following Dakui's line of sight, Dong Xiaochuan, hunched over, was riding this way against the north wind, still wearing a mask, with steel splatters flying everywhere.
"He is very handsome and talented. He once won the Outstanding Singer Award in the Youth Singing Competition. His name is Dong Xiaochuan and he is my eldest sister's fiancé."
Tie Jun didn't know why he said this. Maybe he was unwilling to give up for Dong Xiaochuan. How could a handsome young man be reduced to begging and singing on the streets?
"As soon as he came, I knew he was a man with stories. I went to listen to him once, and I was so upset that I kept 50 cents and never dared to listen to him again."
Tie Jun didn't say anything, and quietly looked at Dong Xiaochuan from a distance. Dakui pulled out a Sun Wukong mask from the cloth pocket at his feet.
"Nu, it belongs to my son. If you put it on, he won't recognize it!"
"No, it's too conspicuous. I have this."
Tie Jun was more or less prepared. He took out his big sunglasses from his pocket and put them on his face. Then he turned his coat through, making himself feel a little more depressed.
"Haha, don't mention it, I'm a bit shabby."
About a hundred meters away, Dong Xiaochuan got off his bicycle. His eyes under the mask looked forward for a long time, and finally, he slowly pushed the bicycle over.
"He knows you're looking for him?"
"Not sure. Last night, he was singing in a dance hall. I happened to be there, and I felt it was him. After singing a song, I went to look for him, but he was already gone."
"No wonder, otherwise he wouldn't have watched for a long time before coming over."
In the past few years of running a street stall, Da Kui also learned to sit and observe the passers-by. Of course he felt Dong Xiaochuan's abnormality.
It was 12 o'clock, and Dong Xiaochuan was half an hour late. Tie Jun was sure that he must not have slept well last night.
In the distance, Dong Xiaochuan was ready to work. He sat down on the stone pillar, put a stone in the old hat under his feet, held his guitar and tuned it.
"Haha, it's time to bow!"
Dakui spoils the story, a black cigar is dangled in front of Tie Jun's eyes, Tie Jun smiles and waves his hand to refuse, Dakui lowers his head and strikes a match.
Sure enough, Dong Xiaochuan began to bow, 90 degrees, with his back arched even higher. Tie Jun frowned. Wasn't the hunchback just an act? How could it be possible?
After bowing on all sides, Tie Jun knew that there was another stubborn species, and there was no one behind him. He was bowing to a ghost, maybe.
"Don't you want to go?"
"No, you can hear it!"
Dakui asked, and Tiejun patted his chest. In fact, it hurt inside and he couldn't say it out loud.
Dong Xiaochuan was stroking the strings, and Tie Jun suddenly remembered the broken string last night and the streak of blood.
The old string has been broken, but the sound is still there. If you try to play a new string, your heart will be broken!
Tie Jun and Dong Xiaochuan both felt sad at the same time, "Bounce...", six strings were pulled at the same time, and the piano box roared.
Dong Xiaochuan's slender fingers began to dance and jump, and a melody that was popular in the 1980s sounded. Tie Jun closed his eyes, and it was the old song "Boyfriend" sung by Zhang Qiang.
"The high-rise buildings blocked my eyes from looking at my hometown. Only the flower girl gave me a bouquet of nostalgia.
The voice, the voice, so kind, so gentle.
Sound, sound, drifting through the alley, through the window.
It’s hard to forget, hard to keep, my hometown is calling me..."
Others can't hear it, but Tie Jun can understand it. Through the lyrics, it seems that Dong Xiaochuan can see the helplessness of homesickness and the loneliness of licking blood...
This is the revised version of "The Voice". Tie Jun has also heard it, but he only knew it was sung by a southern singer.
But he didn't know that the person who sang this song was Dong Xiaochuan's friend from Guangdong, who had also participated in the Youth Singing Competition and was also awarded the Excellence Award.
When Dong Xiaochuan went south, he was the first one he looked for. He was very generous and helped Dong Xiaochuan find a contract company.
After a rough night, Dong Xiaochuan stopped looking for a job. After hitting a wall everywhere, he sadly left Guangzhou.
Before the song was finished, a lady selling mille-layer cloth shoes set up her stall to the left of Dong Xiaochuan, and another lady selling roasted sweet potatoes pushed the stove to the right.
I don’t know if they are enjoying Dong Xiaochuan’s singing, or they are helping customers to pay attention to Dong Xiaochuan’s singing. In short, they are joining the group to keep warm.
"They are all kind-hearted people. One is responsible for food and the other is responsible for clothing!"
Dakui was very emotional. He had also received help from others. He was grateful in his heart and did not dare to forget it. Tie Jun nodded and praised the two eldest sisters.
There weren't many people traveling on the subway. Tie Jun didn't know why Dong Xiaochuan didn't go to Xidan subway to sing. Was it because he failed in the battle for territory?
Young people walked by in a hurry, while the older ones hid in the distance and listened. They just listened without any intention of paying. They hid so far away so as not to be embarrassed and could turn around and leave.
After singing three songs, there was still the same stone in the hat, which was very conspicuous and dazzling. Dong Xiaochuan was like a robot, and there was no mechanical response.
The sweet potato seller handed Dong Xiaochuan a hot sweet potato, which was golden and dripping with sugar. Dong Xiaochuan rubbed his hands, took it and ate it.
Tie Jun's hands clenched into fists, and beneath the mask he lifted up was a wrinkled face. If he hadn't known that Dong Xiaochuan was an orphan, Tie Jun would have thought that was his father.
"Senosis?"
Tie Jun murmured to himself, not mentioning premature aging because Dong Xiaochuan was only one or two years younger than himself.
Dakui glanced at Tie Jun. He didn't have that good eyesight and couldn't see Dong Xiaochuan's face clearly. Therefore, he didn't understand what Tie Jun meant.