Chapter 103: Such an exciting song, it makes my fists hard

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"When you see your grandfather in a moment, don't talk nonsense and don't provoke him. Do you hear me?"

Qingjiang City No. 3 Mental Hospital.

In the corridor, the man walked forward holding his son's hand and spoke earnestly.

"knew."

The young Wu Cheng nodded.

“.”

His grandfather, Wu Youwei, was a retired boxer from the last century.

Thirty years ago, in an underground boxing match, he fought with an opponent until dawn and won.

Although he eventually knocked out his opponent, Wu Youwei suffered from severe paranoia since then. Whenever he heard the sound of firecrackers, he would be so scared that he would hide under the bed.

Whenever he sees bloody scenes on TV, he covers his head and screams.

He was suspicious every day and always felt that someone was trying to murder him.

Wu Cheng's mother, Wu Youwei's daughter-in-law, was a violent woman. Because she couldn't stand him, she often used violence against Wu Youwei. Wu Cheng's father was weak and dared not resist, so he could only send Wu Youwei to a mental hospital.

In a blink of an eye, many years have passed.

“.”

Knock, knock, knock! I opened the door and saw an old man sitting on a hospital bed, watching TV alone.

"grandfather!"

Wu Cheng walked forward carrying some fruit.

"Hey~ here I come."

A kind smile soon appeared on the old man's face and he extended his hand towards Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng placed his hand on his grandfather's wrinkled hand and started chatting with him about family matters.

The grandfather and grandson are having a great time.

Looking at the man again, his expression became a little subtle.

"dad."

The man said softly, "I have something else to do, let Wu Cheng accompany you."

Wu Youwei didn't say anything and didn't even look at the man.

“.”

"Grandpa, look at this."

After the man left, Wu Cheng opened his backpack and took out a large black box as if by magic.

When the old man saw this, his eyes lit up immediately: "Where did you get this radio?"

"Grandpa, I know you didn't like watching TV before. You would just lie in bed and listen to the radio, so I brought it to you." Wu Cheng said with a smile.

"Okay, okay."

Wu Youwei said happily, "Hurry up, hurry up, help grandpa with it."

"good."

Wu Cheng immediately started tuning the radio.

As the radio emitted a "hissing" sound of electricity.

After a while, a voice appeared in the channel.

"In August of that year, the Battle of Stalingrad began, which became a turning point in the entire World War II."

"There were more than five million casualties on both sides, and the brutal street fighting lasted for seven months, which was a living hell."

Almost as soon as the deep voice on the radio came out.

It seems like I heard some key words.

Wu Youwei's pupils dilated and his face turned pale in an instant.

“Bang!”

He covered his ears and slammed the radio.

"grandfather!"

Wu Cheng was startled and quickly turned off the channel.

Wu Cheng had already gotten used to his grandfather's sudden illness without any warning.

It is said that this is the cause of all this.

It’s all because of that underground boxing match that year.

As a professional boxer, Wu Youwei took on that hellish boxing match despite being extremely poor at the time.

As long as one side refuses to admit defeat, they will fight until the other side can no longer stand.

In that game, the two fought for eight hours.

The fight lasted from late at night until dawn.

Until the opponent's last breath is taken away.

Obviously, the winner should be grandpa.

But no one knows why.

When Wu Youwei walked off the stage covered in blood, he looked like this. Since then, he often told others that he could hear the voice of the devil. Perhaps the radio station just now made grandpa hear the voice of the "devil" again.

Looking at his frightened grandfather, Wu Cheng tried to comfort him while switching radio channels.

Until a voice came from the radio.

【Hello everyone, this is "Sound of Qingzhou Music".】

Maybe listening to some music will make you feel better.

Wu Cheng thought so and gently moved the radio away.

[The song I recommend to you today is a brand new work by "Moonlight and Cat", which became popular last week because of Miss Gan Yanyu's performance at the Sunny Day Concert Hall]

[The work is called "Spanish Bullfighting Song". According to netizens' speculation, the inspiration for this song comes from the ancient Spanish bullfighting sport.]

【Let's enjoy it together~】

As the radio host's voice fell.

soon,

A rapid percussion instrument, accompanied by the piano, began to sound! Surging, passionate music began.

What an addictive music!

Even Wu Cheng, who had never listened to classical music, was deeply attracted to this melody as soon as he heard it.

And when the more passionate cello sounded, this feeling reached its peak.

"~"

In this music, Wu Cheng seemed to be in an arena in a trance.

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Alone, he duels with the mad bull.

It seems like something is burning in my heart! "."

After coming to his senses, Wu Cheng suddenly thought of something.

I am just a high school student this year and have no social experience, let alone what kind of life I have experienced, but I still feel so excited.

Well, in the meantime.

Another person in the room.

The elderly retired boxer, his grandfather, what was he thinking at this moment? The old man lay on his side on the bed, still curled up in the same position.

The body is still shaking.

But it seems a little different from before.

The music, so clearly, reached his ears and struck the heart of this sixty-year-old man.

What did he see: a dark underground boxing ring, a ravenous audience, brains and blood gushing out of his opponent's head?

No, not at all!

Once upon a time, these things had been lingering in his mind for thirty years.

But, at this moment——

The glory of being a boxer.

The huge satisfaction of KOing your opponent.

At this moment, everything returned to the old man's body.

In a trance.

Wu Youwei's hand seemed to be grabbing something.

Sitting up from the bed.

He remembered it! He remembered everything!

In that boxing ring.

He used his last punch to hit his opponent's head hard.

This nightmare game is over!

This is his glory!

“.”

As the music reached its climax.

Passionate percussion.

The sound of the piano is rapid and emotional.

The heavy and solemn cello creates a wonderful march.

It took Wu Youwei back to the day when he first became a boxer.

Back to the night when we won the championship.

Back to the early twenties, he stood on the boxing ring, full of vigor and energy, enjoying countless flowers and applause. He understood——

In that boxing match, it was him who won in the end!

He was a fearless winner, the strongest boxer! Even if the foreign player who was beaten to death by his punch turned into a ghost and came looking for him, he would kill him again!

What demon? Come once, kill once! Come a thousand times, kill a thousand times!

Kill kill kill kill kill kill!! "."

When Wu Cheng turned his head again.

He was shocked to find that

The elderly and frail man had now overcome his years of leg disease and stood up from the bed.

The look in his eyes revealed something Wu Cheng had never seen before. Should we say it was passion? Perhaps, it was a look that only someone who had crawled out of a pile of dead bodies, with blood on their hands, could have.

Wu Youwei got off the bed and took the radio that was still playing "Spanish Bullfight" from the side.

Said to his grandson: "Let's go home!"

Wu Cheng was a little frightened.

Why does he feel that Grandpa is not becoming normal, but is even more mentally ill? ! "."

The glory of the past overcame fear and turned everything into the will to fight.

At that moment, there was only one thought left in Wu Youwei's mind.

If you want to break the inner demon of virginity, you must keep fighting!

If a woman is not virtuous, she will punch you with all her strength! (End of this chapter)