"Good night."
Looking at Yueyue's transparent figure in the night, Su Mingan closed his eyes.
A sinking sensation came from the bed, and the scene in front of me gradually disappeared.
Before he fell asleep, he always had a premonition corresponding to being awake, which often put him in a state of fatigue due to sleep deprivation.
At this moment, this premonition was also telling him...that he was going to dream.
Now is a rare rest period in the copy. He relaxes his body and mind and falls asleep wholeheartedly.
“Ding dong, dong dong…”
After the sound of insects in his ears gradually faded away, he heard the sound of a piano.
Warm and crisp, like bright winter sunshine.
He opened his eyes and saw his hands hovering over the black and white keys.
"...Aren't you going home yet? It's almost time for dinner." Before he could open his mouth, he heard his own childish voice.
He is dreaming.
Memories of dreams.
"My dad is probably still smashing things at home. If I go back now, he'll beat me." A muffled female voice came from the side: "I'll go back after he's done."
He turned around and saw a black-haired girl sitting on a chair.
The sunlight from the window shone on her hair. Her still young face was round, and her big eyes, which looked exceptionally clear and bright, were staring at his black and white musical score.
"Do you still play?" she asked.
"Bomb." He looked away.
He couldn't control his body. He could only see his fingers moving in unison, and then heard a few clear piano sounds.
He recognized the piece as soon as he heard two notes: Beethoven's Bagatelle in A minor.
Of course, it also has another well-known name, "To Alice". This piece of music has a slow tempo and simple fingering, which is suitable for beginners to play.
"To Alice," he heard his own voice say. "It comes from a story."
Young Yueyue listened quietly and adjusted her sitting position.
Her short legs couldn't reach the ground and were swaying slightly next to the stool legs.
"...a kind girl named Alice was seeking help from a seriously ill old man. The composer was moved by her story, so he played a beautiful piece of music for the old man on Christmas Eve," he said.
The piano music flows like running water in the sunlight-filled room.
The music entered the second interlude. His right hand accelerated and a clear high note rose suddenly. The high note combined with the steady and continuous bass of his left hand was like a hot heart jumping in the music score.
"…listening to the music, the old man gradually saw…'the snow-capped peaks of the Alps, the sea waters around Tahiti, the seagulls, the forests, and the dazzling sunshine'."
His right hand moved up from slow to fast, and the midday sun shone on the back of his hand, coating it with a white and smooth color.
The girl bathed in the light lowered her eyes slightly and pulled her collar to prevent the overly bright light from revealing the scars from being beaten under her collar.
All that was left in her eyes were the reflective white piano keys and the fingers bouncing on them.
To Alice.
It was a song suitable for beginners, but she heard a lot of emotion in it.
The bright high notes are like the protagonist's fiery emotions, sincere and firm.
The continuous bass is like a burning flame. On Christmas Eve, it is an eternal fire that dispels the cold.
As he played the piano, his fingers slowly stopped.
It was as if all the emotions were gradually frozen in the diffuse music.
"...The old man saw such beauty, he no longer felt lonely and pitiful." He said: "He closed his eyes."
The piano music stopped suddenly.
He glanced at her.
"Do you want to hear anything else?" He said, "That woman is not here today. I can play a few more songs for you."
"I don't know the names of these songs." She blinked.
"Then... Debussy's 'Clair de Lune,'" he said.
He suddenly jumped from Für Alice to Moonlight, but he seemed not to realize the difference in difficulty between the two pieces and sat down again.
The afternoon light shines on the distinct black and white piano keys.
Everything in front of his eyes seemed to have been kissed by an elf, with faint flocs floating in the air like shining stars.
The blue, green and orange bars in the upper left corner are gone, and the live broadcast room barrage in the upper right corner has also disappeared. This is an exceptionally peaceful dream.
It's like nothing happened yet.
The world game is still far away.
There were no various cold system sounds ringing in his ears, only the music played for her.
He pressed the piano key.
"fire."
He suddenly heard the girl turn her head, her big clear eyes staring at him——
“If the dying old man heard the snow-capped peaks, the sea, the forests and the seagulls.”
"Ming An."
“…I heard fire in the sound of your piano.”
…
“Bang!”
The door suddenly opened wide.
Perhaps, it was kicked open by someone, or perhaps, it was opened by someone with a key, but it doesn’t matter, it is just the least important detail in this dream.
The most intuitive thing was the floating dark figures that broke into the light, blocked his way and blocked the bright afternoon sunshine.
His hands were still hovering over the keys when someone pulled him down.
The piano in front of him was dismantled and moved away. Someone pulled him away from the brilliant piano room, and a soothing voice told him:
[Child, your name is Su Mingan, right?]
[We'll move the piano first. Your father needs the money.]
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