Chapter 173 Melody
Chapter 174 Melody
The Wen Ning in Fang Qing's mind had already been in this small village for almost two months.
During this period, he was cared for by the villagers every day, gradually supplemented with various nutrients, and then received rehabilitation training.
Although the process was very painful at first and he would sweat every time he moved, after persisting for half a month, he gradually adapted to this kind of life. The most obvious change was that his limbs gradually became stronger and his thin body gradually became fuller.
That morning, it was very gloomy outside. Ailiya was worried that the damp and cold air would make him uncomfortable, so he carried him to the wheelchair that the villagers had made for him, covered him with thick fur, and pushed him around the village to breathe some fresh air.
When he walked to the door of a villager's house, Wen Ning looked through the window and saw the guitar hanging on the wall inside the house.
Seeing him staring at one place in a daze, Arya followed his gaze and immediately grinned.
"Brother Wen Ning, that was Brother Wilson's house. Since he went to work in the city, Aunt Sally is left alone at home, but many things are left here. We don't know how to fix that wooden box. Brother Wilson used to be able to play beautiful music..."
Elijah was still constantly reminiscing about the life when his brother Wilson was around. Wen Ning could hear the beauty of that time from his laughter. He hadn't heard music for a long time, and suddenly he developed a strong interest in the guitar.
"Aliya, can I try that guitar?"
As soon as Wen Ning finished speaking, Ailiya, who was pushing the cart behind him, immediately ran to the front in surprise, "Brother Aning, can you also turn the box?"
Wen Ning raised his hand, smiled and rubbed the boy's messy yellow hair, "That box is called a guitar. If both hands work together well, it can produce very beautiful sounds. I can try, but I don't know if Aunt Sally agrees."
When he heard that Wen Ning could play the guitar, Ailiya immediately jumped up and ran into the house with a smile.
"Aunt Sally, Aunt Sally, Brother Wen Ning can make that box make sounds, oh no, it's called a guitar! Aunt Sally, can you let Brother Wen Ning try it?"
A middle-aged woman in a headscarf came out of the house. When she heard what Arya said, she thought the child was teasing her again, "What nonsense are you talking about? Only your brother Wilson can make the box pop up. What can that skinny young man do?"
But Elijah didn't care. He pulled Aunt Sally's sleeve and shook it vigorously. "Brother Wen Ning is very good, and his hand has recovered very well these days. Aunt Sally, just let him try. Don't you miss those wonderful sounds?"
Sally glanced at the guitar hanging on the wall. "My son has never come back since he went to the city." Although she knew that her son was living well in the city, Sally missed him more and more.
And those happy times, as the guitar melody stopped, never came back.
Aunt Sally sighed and glanced at the thin young man outside the door. Although she still didn't believe that he could really play the guitar, her son would not come back after all, and the wooden box would only be covered with dust if it was hung on the wall.
Sally walked up, took the guitar off the wall, wiped the dust off it with a rag, turned around and handed it to Arya.
"If he can play beautiful music, I will give him this."
Arya was very excited to hear Aunt Sally's promise. He carefully took the heavy wooden box, bowed to Aunt Sally excitedly, turned around and ran out the door quickly.
"Brother Wen Ning, did you hear what Aunt Sally said? You can do it, right?" Arya looked at Wen Ning eagerly, waiting for his answer.
Wen Ning stared at the boy in front of him. The light in the boy's eyes was like the sparks of Liaoyuan, instantly igniting the desert in Wen Ning's heart.
His eyes were slightly warm, as if many years ago, there was someone who looked at him so eagerly, with trust and expectation in his eyes.
After a long moment, Wen Ning nodded and stretched out his hand to signal Elijah to hand him the guitar.
Wen Ning was also a little excited when he touched the familiar strings and the smooth texture of the wood again.
It was as if he was back in college, playing the guitar, sitting with classmates and friends, singing about youth and his beautiful vision of the future.
His fingers gently plucked the strings, and a gorgeous sound came out. Alia, who was standing aside, had his eyes lit up instantly. He clenched his fists tightly in excitement, but did not dare to shout loudly for fear of disturbing Wen Ning's movements.
But you haven't exercised for a long time, so you feel it is a bit difficult to pluck the strings, so you can only choose a very simple song.
"Twinkle twinkle little star
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
how I wonder what you are
I want to know what you are
Up above the world so high
High above the world
like a diamond in the sky
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle twinkle little star
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
how I wonder what you are
I want to know what you are
…”
Along with the gentle beating of the strings, Wen Ning's deep and magnetic voice intertwined with the sound of the piano, slowly flowing in the quiet village.
Little heads popped out from several houses in the distance, and their large black and white eyes looked curiously in the direction of Wen Ning.
Finally, a child couldn't hold back his curiosity and quietly ran out of the house. Slowly, more and more children gathered around Wen Ning, chins propped up, enjoying the beauty of the music and singing...
When the song ended, Wen Ning's forehead was covered with sweat. He had never thought that he would be so exhausted. What was once the simplest song now required him to use all his strength to barely play it through.
"Sorry, I don't have enough strength..."
Wen Ning raised his head and looked around at the dirty but clear-eyed children.
They looked at the guitar in Wen Ning's hand curiously and approached it tentatively, wanting to touch it but not daring to.
Wen Ning looked at the child and demonstrated with a flick of his finger. The boy's eyes were immediately filled with surprise. He mumbled something to Wen Ning and then looked at Alia beside him.
But the boy did not relax their willfulness. Instead, he frowned and scolded them like a little leader. Then he turned around, took the guitar from Wen Ning's hand and put it behind his back.
"Brother Wen Ning, you are a patient and need to rest. Can you play it after you get better?"
This time Wen Ning laughed happily, nodded and praised Elijah for doing a good job, but then some thoughts popped up in his mind.
(End of this chapter)
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