Outside, the sound of raindrops pattering against the ground and bouncing off the tiled roof continued, then suddenly, in just a moment, the sky poured down like a torrential stream. The fierce rain roared incessantly, along with the wind, carrying dry leaves... whipping against the windowpanes, and if you listened closely, you could hear a scratching sound. The outside scene was enveloped in darkness. Mingling with the sound of the rain at that moment was the sound of a young man's violin, in the oil lamp's light that only partially illuminated the room. The somewhat cramped room was likely a study, containing only a cabinet, a table, and a sofa, but on the wall hung a large canvas, seemingly unfinished, yet one could discern the form of a handsome young man. In the lamplight, the long, slender shadow of the young man, focused on playing the violin, stood out. One hand held the violin, the instrument gently resting on his shoulder, the other hand held the bow; then the music began... But gradually, the music grew more intense, followed by dance steps near the unfinished painting. In that scene, the man seemed like the person in the painting, dancing together. In that setting, the music from the violin blended with the rain outside, seemingly amplifying his longing for the person in the picture. Just then, a Clang! rang out from the violin. The music abruptly stopped, and he placed the instrument on a chair beside him. He walked over to the sofa and collapsed onto it, his face revealing exhaustion and a hint of weariness. The rain continued steadily, as if the previous moments had drained all his energy. He looked towards the wall where the painting hung, and a certain emotion seemed to surge within him, perhaps...
.....
In the bustling atmosphere of the shopping center, the melodious sound of a violin suddenly echoed from the main stage, attracting all eyes and footsteps. Amidst the noisy crowd, the young man with his violin stood out like a bright spot, captivating hearts with his lyrical melodies. When the piece ended, a brief moment of silence gave way to enthusiastic applause from the audience. From the middle of the crowd, a nimble little boy ran up to the artist, followed by a man who seemed to be his guardian. The boy tugged at the hem of the artist's shirt, his voice eager: "Will you play the violin with my dad? My dad is really good too!"
"Felix, don't bother him, son," a slightly embarrassed voice said. Looking at the man with the boy, the young artist smiled kindly: "It's alright. This little guy probably admires me a lot... Besides, playing the violin alone here is a bit lonely."
"Go on, Dad..." the boy pleaded.
"There doesn't seem to be a piano here..." the "y" hesitated.
"It's okay, sir," the young artist replied, "there's a piano at the coffee shop nearby. If you don't mind..."
A soft sigh escaped "y", followed by a slight nod. Little Felix's face brightened. The three of them walked towards the nearby coffee shop. The bell above the coffee shop door jingled, drawing the attention of those inside. "Y" approached the piano in the corner of the shop, unable to resist lightly touching the keys, and a few notes rang out, further piquing everyone's curiosity. The young artist took his familiar violin from his bag. Amidst the applause of everyone, the melodious tunes, a harmonious blend of violin and piano, gently spread throughout the cozy coffee shop...
....In the twilight of autumn, T University appeared brilliantly. The vast university campus, with its spacious grounds, large stage, and massive classrooms... A familiar figure walked into the lecture hall, a tall man with long hair tied over his shoulder, a gentle, handsome face, and bright eyes accentuated by glasses... All the students in the lecture hall suddenly stood up in unison.
"Professor, you've arrived!"
"Hmm,... And do we have a new student in our class?"
The person pointed towards a young man, whose face gradually broke into an excited smile...
....After class, the two of them arranged to meet in the school hallway, looking down from the top floor at the vibrant and beautiful school.
"You're a professor? To become a professor so young is truly rare..."
"Isn't it because of you?"
"Because of me? How are we related?"
"Don't you remember the person your rescue caused to be ostracized from March 21st?"
.....the story began when... Y's family was torn apart since a woman appeared. She caused Y's family to break up, and Y's parents became conflicted and eventually divorced. To shoulder the burden of supporting the family, Y's mother had to work many jobs at once to make ends meet. The large house filled with love was no longer the same for Y... Y's mother also succumbed to exhaustion and passed away, leaving Y and his older sister behind. But life was not easy for the two of them. Y suffered from illnesses that led to many problems, requiring money for surgery. Fate was so unkind that Y's older sister was driven to desperation to support Y and had to work as a prostitute. But the following days were not easy either. Because she served several bosses of large corporations, she was attacked by the legal wives. Two of the people serving drinks, including Y's older sister, were raped by several men at the karaoke bar and contracted diseases. That illness plunged Y's older sister into hardship, so she went out whenever customers called, not refusing any type, and came home late at night. That slum area was full of thugs, and knowing she couldn't make a living any other way, they preyed on Y. Y's appearance, 80-90% like a girl, made even men want to commit indecent acts.
When Y was 12 years old, a group of 17-18 year olds stalked Y's older sister home, while Y was home alone at the time. Their tall figures and the face that made everyone think Y was a girl made them kick down the door and rush in to commit their vile acts. Y didn't resist, just let them force themselves upon him. Two held each of his arms, while the leader fondled his pale neck, unbuttoning his shirt. It wasn't because he was a boy, but... a few blue marks on his body stunned them for a moment. One even exclaimed loudly: "Damn! Thought he was still clean, but looks like he's been taken already?"
Y said nothing, seemingly not wanting to respond. Another one said: "I was in the next room the other day and heard moans from this room, thought his sister was entertaining guests, who knew it was entertaining his brother who's reaching puberty?"
Seeing their contempt reach its peak, Y struggled to break free from the two underlings and lunged at the leader, kissing him violently. The leader tried to pull Y off, but the stubborn boy wouldn't yield, biting his own tongue until it bled and then using his tongue to push the blood from his mouth into the kidnapper's mouth, forcing him to swallow his blood. The leader pushed Y away, his tongue tasting the faint metallic taste of blood, kicked Y, and cursed: "Damn! You think I'm playing with you?" Saying that, he left. The two underlings also ran away. No one thought that the disease that had left Y's mother and sister in a living hell would once save Y's life. The bruises were also self-inflicted to protect himself from the thugs. That cheap past was also caused by Y, and the deaths of the two people he loved most were also due to Y. The children in the slum often teased him like that. Later, Y was taken back home by his father due to public pressure, and Y's dream began to take root from then on. At the hospital, many people said they wished they could go back to the time when their parents supported them without having to pay for electricity and water. But for Y, what he called childhood was filthy, cheap, and disgusting. But perhaps Y's fate was not just that. On March 21st, by saving a young boy in a traffic accident, Y abandoned the treatment of an elderly person, and thus, all responsibility for that failed surgery fell on Y. The reputation of the genius doctor was destroyed from that day on...
