It sounds beautiful, but don't want to be tired, and want to earn more. How can there be such a good thing in the world?

Seeing his distress, Lu Chen pondered for a moment, and said, "Master, you can think about what you are good at."

No matter how well Lu Chen knew about his male worm, what he was referring to was playing games, but Gu Yu thought of another: "Ah, yes, violin!"

Lu Chen: "..."

He seriously recalled Gu Yu's real level of violin, and he couldn't understand for a while what the deviation of the male's comprehension ability was.

Because Gu Yu was afraid of being tired, he took the entrance exam at the Conservatory of Music, which was said to be very leisurely in class every day, and majored in violin.

As an old aristocrat, the violin pretends to be coercive, oh no, it is the best manifestation of literacy, no matter how lazy Gu Yu is, he was pressured by his female father to learn some when he was a child. At the beginning, it was not difficult to be admitted to the Conservatory of Music with strength.

It's just that the mistake was wrong later. Gu Yu studied classical music, but in college, he fell in love with the next door's professional rock music.

Lu Chen guessed that, according to Gu Yu's character, it is easy to get tired of the violin that has been developed for hundreds of years, and it is difficult to make new changes.

Rock music is unrestrained and unrestrained, and it is more improvised, which is very suitable for Gu Yu to play.

So for four years in college, Gu Yu's violin learning became worse and worse, and he even liked to put the habit of playing rock music into the violin, and was almost chased by his tutor. Of course, because he is a male worm, the tutor doesn't dare to really chase after him.

And he was in the rock band for four years, and he graduated with a

campus

The first prize of the music competition team group. As a result, his team members graduated with honors in rock and roll music, and Gu Yu was pulled into the blacklist of the centennial graduates of the Academy of Classical Music.

It's just a blacklist or an honor student, so Gu Yu doesn't care.

Whether it's learning the violin or playing rock and roll, it's just a little bit of fun for him to survive in college. After he graduated, he never touched the violin or rock music again?

Lu Chen thought so too.

Looking for a job is probably just a little fun that the male wants to find by chance, and after a few days, he will be too tired to do it himself.

So Lu Chen went with him and let him rummage around at home to find the violin he used to study.

As a result, the stuff from many years ago was covered with a lot of thick dust, and it was really turned over by Gu Yu. When cleaned it and tried to pull it, the sound was still accurate.

You can also see how many times Gu Yu has used it.

Gu Yu casually flipped out a set of music scores from his optical brain, held the violin under his neck, lowered his eyes and swept the strings quietly, familiarizing himself with the position.

A set of movements is smooth, and at first glance, there is still the elegant and calm posture of the nobles.

Just as he was about to pull it up, there was a sudden "click" in the kitchen.

Gu Yu was startled, and before he could put down the violin, he hurried to the kitchen to check the situation.

"Lu Chen, what's wrong?!"

Lu Chen was sitting in a wheelchair, bending over to pick up the broken tiles on the ground. Seeing the male worm coming, his expressionless face showed a little panic: "Master, it's okay, it's just that I broke a plate..."

Gu Yu squatted down directly, put the violin on the ground next to him, and grabbed his to start checking. He breathed a sigh of relief after watching it several times, but luckily he wasn't injured.

Lu Chen lowered his thin eyelids and assured: "Next time it won't happen, this time it's just an accident, I wouldn't be so careless before..."

"Shh-"

Gu Yu put a forefinger on his lips, interrupting his thoughts of further research.

"I know, it's just a broken plate, it's fine."

The kitchen table can be raised and lowered, and it has long been adjusted to the height suitable for Lu Chen. The dishes on the pot are also ready. It seems that Lu Chen accidentally made an accident when he was finally loading the plate.

Gu Yu swept the debris on the ground into the trash can brought by Chubby who came over after hearing the sound, rolled up his sleeves and washed it, got up and took out another porcelain plate from the cupboard.

After washing it, Gu Yu put the dishes on a plate and motioned to Lu Chen who had been looking at him: "Xishu, Major General, let's have dinner."

I don't know why, since the injury, Lu Chen feels that he is more hypocritical every day. It's obviously nothing, he wouldn't even blink his eyelids before, but now he can't help but care.

Whether the male worm ignored him or cared about him meticulously, Lu Chen couldn't help but care, and then replayed it in his mind over and over again to delve into his thoughts.

Lu Chen watched Gu Yu go out with the plate, closed his eyes, and sighed inaudibly.

In the past, Lu Chen had condolences to those females who were injured and retired. Some of them were paralyzed like Lu Chen, and some were worse than Lu Chen, with only one left limb.

No matter how comforting the worms around them are, they always look gloomy and ashen, and they can't express their interest in life no matter what.

These wounded retired soldiers are still alive, but their hearts have died on the battlefield together with other comrades.

They are gradually disconnected from society, do not believe in the worms around them, self-doubt, and self-loathing.

Lu Chen actually didn't like this state of being alive. He's been fighting all his life, climbing up the mud of his birth, so even if it's his turn to be paralyzed, he wants to try to live as if his legs were intact.

But in the end, it's different.

Lu Chen closed his eyes, stayed in the kitchen without moving, opened his eyes after a while, turned his head and stared at the glass window

reflected self.

The raindrops slid along the streaks of water, sliding across his face, his chest, his... legs reflected in the glass.

What is reflected is the self who is sitting in a wheelchair, unable to move and unable to take care of himself.

He already knew about his retirement. Even if he didn't want to admit it, Lu Chen still had to admit that what he worked so hard for in the first half of his life has now turned into a bubble forever because of an injury.

Fate is so cruel.

A single defeat can wipe out countless past victories.