Chapter 107: The Drummer, Part Two

As the protagonist was still wondering how he should knock, and how he ought to explain things to his godfather, the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

He looked up and saw his godfather standing in the doorway, smiling at him warmly.

“Godfather...”

He had many things he wanted to say, but halfway through, his throat tightened and the words would no longer come. The sentences that had been on his lips dissolved into silence.

“Hahaha, it’s fine. It’s good that you’re back!”

Seeing his expression, his godfather immediately understood what he meant. He stepped forward at once and patted him on the shoulder in comfort.

“Mm. All right, Godfather.” The protagonist smiled after hearing his words.

“Come in quickly, you silly child. What are you standing there for?”

Seeing his smile, his godfather nodded in satisfaction and hurried him inside.

Though he had heard all those things outside, in his eyes the protagonist was still the same child as before. Besides, he was already in such a state; what he needed now was comfort, not scolding.

The protagonist entered the house as told. The first thing he felt upon stepping inside was that nothing had changed. Everything was the same as before, whether people or things. Nothing had changed.

In his mind, his godfather had always been a good-tempered, kind-hearted man. A single father, he had raised his daughter alone, and along the way he had also helped raise the protagonist. In all his memories, his godfather had scarcely ever lost his temper.

The only time he had truly been angry had been because of the protagonist himself.

As he thought about it, the scene from years ago surfaced in his mind. Back then, because practicing the drums had become far too exhausting, the protagonist had developed a rebellious streak.

So he had directly told his drum teacher, who was also his godfather, that he no longer wanted to practice. At that moment, his godfather’s expression darkened at once, becoming stern in an instant.

Because before the protagonist began learning drums, the other man had specifically told him that if he truly wanted to do it, then he must carry it through to the end. If he ever chose to give up halfway, he would be deeply disappointed and very angry.

The protagonist’s words had crossed that line completely. Even now, when he recalled the look in his godfather’s eyes, he still felt a chill. It had been as though countless sharp needles were stabbing into him, as though blow after blow were striking his face.

Back then, the moment the protagonist saw that expression, he broke down. He burst into tears at once, and the thought of giving up in his heart was extinguished in an instant.

He hurriedly cried and said to his godfather that he would not give up, that he would keep at the drums, that he would endure.

He explained himself through tears until he was exhausted. When he woke again, he was already in bed, and beside it lay the soothing tea his godfather had prepared for him, for his throat had gone hoarse from crying for so long.

From that day on, the protagonist never again spoke of giving up. No matter how tired he became, he never mentioned it to his godfather. He could not bear to see that look in his eyes again. Even now, just thinking of it made him feel frightened. It had been so desperate and helpless, as though he had committed some monstrous crime.

When he entered the room, however, he kept feeling that something was missing. After thinking for a long time, he finally realized what it was: someone was not there.

His elder sister Feng had not come.

“Godfather, where is Sister Feng?” he asked, turning back to seek her whereabouts.

“Your Sister Feng? She’s at work today. After she graduated, she became a drum teacher. It’s still not time to get off work yet; she won’t be back until tonight!” the other man replied offhandedly.

“Oh, I see.” The protagonist nodded quietly. In his heart, he marveled at how quickly time had passed. In the blink of an eye, his Sister Feng had already become a teacher. And over the years, it seemed he had cared far too little about this family; he had not even known about something so important. All these years, he had been focused only on his so-called career.

The Sister Feng he spoke of was his godfather’s biological daughter, three years older than him. They had grown up together since childhood. Back then, he had been like her little shadow, going wherever she went.

They would also practice drums together. Most importantly, whenever the protagonist was unhappy, he would tell Sister Feng about it, because he felt awkward telling his godfather. So naturally, he chose the person closest to him and shared his little secrets with her.

In his memory, his Sister Feng had always been the one who would take food and give it to him first, and also the great demon king who would not hesitate to beat him whenever he acted foolishly. Every time, she hit him so hard it hurt terribly, a pain the protagonist remembered vividly.

This was why, as a child, he never dared to go back on his word too often, because he knew her blows were real, and they truly hurt.

“Dad, are we receiving any guests today? Why is the food so lavish?”

Just as the protagonist was lost in memory, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. The moment he heard it, he broke into a smile. Though it had been a long time since he last heard that voice, the instant he did, he still knew exactly who it was.

“Sister Feng, it’s me. I’m back.”

Hearing the voice, he quickly stood up and called toward her.

“Huh? Holy crap, Xiao Ran! You’re back? My God!”

When Zhang Feng saw Zhou Ran, she froze completely. She had never expected him to come home at this hour, and under these circumstances.

Seeing her expression, the protagonist could not help but laugh. She was still the same as she had been when they were children. He also suddenly realized that Zhang Feng had become much more beautiful.

“Oh, you little brat, do you know how long it’s been since you came back? And you still don’t tell me first when you return. Were you trying to scare me to death? Huh? Say something!”

The moment Zhang Feng saw that he was back, she began to complain, her voice full of grievance.

“Hahaha, my fault, my fault.”

Faced with her scolding, the protagonist only smiled and accepted it. It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of warmth. Experiencing it again today felt exactly like it had in childhood, the same flavor, the same taste, not changed in the slightest.

“Oh, you two children, come eat. Stop talking and hurry up!”

“Oh, coming!” Zhang Feng and the protagonist answered in unison.

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