I was raised by the villain

Chapter 561 Snow of the Styx (38)

It seems that when studying the piano score, you can forget the troubles of the past, the unforgettable betrayal, and the lost... friendship.

It took only a short time for Xuesi to poke randomly with just a few fingers at the beginning, until she gradually found a pattern and was able to play a short tune.

She tilted her head and thought about the few words that Chongxi had inadvertently chatted with her before, found a piece of paper, and set a mark for each note with a pen.

She gave one dot to the first note of the piano, two dots to the second note, and so on.

She went back to the staff, setting the note on the bottom row as a point, and so on.

She tried to play this song countless times, but she still felt that something was weird.

So Xuesi lay down in front of the piano and studied for half a month.

She first practiced the basics of playing the piano, and after getting the rhythm of the piano, she began to try to play the notes on the score one by one.

But she still failed. She had no idea how those tadpole-like notes were arranged, nor did she know which key they corresponded to, because there are many, many keys, and the score only has five lines.

As a last resort, Xue Si had to turn on the lamp to fight at night, and began to look through ancient books, looking for a way to decipher the piano score.

During this period of time, she seemed to have truly forgotten the cold prison cell, the cold eyes of that person, and everything that was filled with bitterness and soreness.

When looking for a way to crack the piano score, Xuesi also read a lot of other books, many of which were related to the ancient blue star, such as their history, their culture, their writing, their broad and brilliant civilization.

In the end, Xuesi found a stack of books in an old box as thick as a fingernail, and one of them was a book about the basic recognition of staves.

Xue Si opened that thin booklet, and it was hard to imagine how it crossed time and space scales, came to her, and lay in the palm of her hand.

She also finally found the basic alignment of the staff, slowly figured out the specific scale of each note, and then tentatively played the piece note by note.

Finally, one day, when Gong Xing passed by his collection room, he heard a very pleasant piano sound entering his ears.

Gong Xing's fingers trembled, he rushed in without hesitation, and saw Xue Si playing the music on the score quietly.

Although this piece was played by Xuesi, a novice, there are still many flaws in terms of rhythm and coherence, but in Xuesi's piano sound, an indescribable sadness and heaviness permeates every note. The tears came out from the mutual tearing, and passed into Gong Xing's body, causing an inexplicable sense of shock in the depths of his body.

Xue Si's expression was very calm and calm, and her fingers were also playing on the piano rationally, but the sound of the piano flowing out of her fingertips was melodious, making people feel uncontrollably sad.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano paused, and she withdrew her fingers. Gong Xing looked at her and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you play it?"

Xue Si shook her head: "This song is not good."

Gong Xing looked at her quietly: "Why not?"

Xuesi raised her head and looked at Gong Xing: "If, I mean if, if you add a little dark spiritual power of sadness, can everything in the world mourn for it?"

Gong Xing neither affirmed nor denied it: "The opposite is also true."

Xuesi turned her head, looked at the score in front of her, and said quietly: "What was this piece used for?"

Gong Xing didn't answer her question, but continued on his own: "The highest state of playing the piano lies in yourself. What kind of state of mind do you play this piece of music, and what kind of effect it will present. It’s like that. Of course, this piece of music itself is not a lively tune.”

Xue Si did not speak.

Gong Xing sighed, and said leisurely: "If you like this piano, then you can play with it, as long as you don't break it. By the way, your mother seems to be looking for you, do you want to go and have a look?"

Xue Si got up: "Yes."

When Xue Si went downstairs, Gong Qian just came in from the door of the house not long ago and was sitting on the sofa drinking tea and resting.

When she saw Xue Si coming in, she looked tired, and after she sat down beside her, she said slowly: "Going to practice the piano?"

Xue Si nodded, "Yeah."

Gong Qiang: "I have something to give you, but before that, you have to meet an elder with me."

Xuesi looked at Gong Qiang, and suddenly asked, "Mom, are you leaving me?"

Gong Qiang was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

Xuesi looked into her eyes: "You have never given me something so solemnly before."

Gong Qiang looked at Xuesi with tender eyes, she stretched out her snow-white and thin right hand, and touched the top of Xuesi's head: "Mom can't be by your side forever, just like mom's mother can't stay by mommy's side forever .”

Xue Si tilted her head, and looked at Gong Xing who was standing outside the balcony tidying up the grass: "Then mother's mother, where did you go?"

Miyazaki looked a little dazed.

After a while, she slowly said: "Maybe, only your grandfather knows where she went."

Xue Si was silent for a while, and then said, "Who are we going to see?"

"Meet my grandma, your grandmother. We all call her grandma, so you can call her grandma too. She is the previous patriarch and your grandpa's mother."

Xue Si nodded with a half understanding.

"Then, what is Mom going to give me?"

Gong Qiang glanced at her, held her hand, and walked outside: "This kind of thing used to be owned by me."

"Of course, before me, it was owned by your grandma. Such things are only passed on to the daughters of my clan, not to the males."

Gong Qiang led Xuesi through the layers of secluded forests, along the Styx River, to the source, and then stopped in front of a small wooden house.

She tapped on the firewood door, and a cold female voice came from inside: "Come in."

Gong Qian walked in with Xue Si.

The white-haired and beautiful girl leaned on the bamboo couch. She shook her loose clothes, took a sip of tea, and looked at the person calmly.

Her eyes finally fell on Xue Si, and she didn't move away for a long time.

Seeing that her grandmother was looking at her, Xuesi boldly turned her eyes back and met her gaze.

After looking at her blankly for a while, Grandma suddenly snorted and said softly: "She is a girl with a lot of personality. You are not as good as her in this regard."

Gong Qiang smiled, tugged at Xuesi's clothes: "Quickly salute grandma."

Grandma waved her hand: "That's all, I've lived for a long time, and I don't care about these things anymore. You brought her here this time because of the Sword of Absolute Sorrow, right?"

(End of this chapter)