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Nicholas Harman, a very low-key music master.

Born in the darkest corner of Glasgow, no matter how prosperous the city is, there will always be some dark and dirty places, where it is abandoned. Back then, the West Side was a slum on the west side of Glasgow. The poorer the place, the better. Ugly and sinister breed, and that's where the famed composer and music educator grew up.

Before Nicholas was old enough to remember, his mother ran away with others, and he had never seen what his father looked like. According to his memoirs, it seemed that suddenly, he discovered that the dilapidated brick house was He and his newborn brother were left, so the child who only knew how to bite his fingers and drool while staring at the narrow sky in a daze grew up in the blink of an eye.

When he was a teenager, he sold newspapers, picked waste, polished shoes, worked as a dock worker, and worked as a kitchen helper. He dragged his younger brother home who fought with gangsters on the street every day. He was illiterate and uneducated. He was young. He couldn't do rough and heavy work, and he had nothing but a face that was very similar to his mother in the mouth of the old neighbor. His life was like all the people in the west city who were forced to make a living, until that day he was forced to brave the heavy rain Going home at the low bridge, I heard an old man hiding in a hole under the bridge for a long time, playing a harmonica.

Many years later, he could no longer clearly recall the melody of the harmonica, but he still vaguely remembered the unforgettable trembling and moving that was like a golden arrow shot into his mind and imprinted in his suddenly bright body. Based on memory and long life experience, I composed a new piece of music, which is the well-known violin piece "Dawn".The heavy rain has not yet cleared, but the bright and shining thing has left a seed in his heart beforehand.

He began to hang around rich people's vocal cram schools for a long time, fighting with people in the garbage dump to get back half-used phonographs, using his remaining savings to buy records and a broken violin that he didn't know how many hands he had used, exhausting himself The tremor of all touching rhythms - the lower the people, the more eager they are to break through the sky. It is probably because this period of suffering growth has had a great impact on his life. For a long time, his music style It is so rough and vast, without superb skills and delicate tact, but it can spare no effort to vent all the emotions of the composer and performer, like a roar that breaks free from the shackles, and the majesty is shocking.

He is a legend, from being illiterate to self-taught five-line notation and writing the first piece of music, from being poor and hungry to having a full meal, to smuggling to Vienna to approach the palace of his dreams, and then meeting his first sponsor.He was playing the violin on the overpass, and the noble lady sat in the car parked by the roadside and listened to him for half a month, and then she never showed up again. One day her butler stood in front of him and said that my master would like to to support you.

Thus began his glorious encounter.He was admitted to the Conservatory of Music and was appreciated. He wrote the first chapter of the first widely acclaimed opera "The King of Adlessin". He met a famous lady, fell in love, married and gave birth to a daughter within two years.But this marriage almost made him fall into the abyss of despair. When the fire of love was exhausted by various contradictory ideas, the young lady resolutely decided to divorce him. In order to take away his daughter, he was almost ruined. When he was nearly forty years old, he left Vienna so desolately, walked through various cities such as Rome, Florence, Milan, Bonn, and Munich, and finally returned to the place where he first abandoned.At that time, all he could remember was that his younger brother, a gangster who fought and grabbed territory, had become the godfather of one of the biggest underworld forces in Glasgow.

Both brothers have unparalleled talents, the elder brother is in music, but the younger brother is in power.With his own power, Patrick Harman transformed the famous slum in West City into a mafia force as strong as iron.The low brick houses, the dirty gutters screaming all day long, and the hungry children are no longer seen. Outsiders say that Harman is a terrifying wolf with bloody hands, but only those who are "ruled" by him You know, he forcibly shouldered the livelihood of the entire district.

When he knew he couldn't keep his brother, Patrick sent him away from Glasgow with the stolen money. Now that his brother came back here penniless, he still accepted and supported him.With the help of his younger brother, Nicholas got a job at the Royal Academy of Music. He forced himself to practice in the academy like an ascetic. It was during these ten years that he created masterpieces that could be handed down to future generations.

Only half of the information about Cyril had been read, and the music master brought by Gray Harrier and others with "unusual means" had already woken up.The dosage of the medicine is not large, and it is because of the weak physical fitness of the elderly. Although they will have a little headache when they wake up, it is not a serious problem.Moreover, everyone knows that this "invitation" cannot last for too long, otherwise, Patrick Harman, who learned of his brother's disappearance for no reason, might turn the entire Glasgow upside down.

While waiting for Master Haman to wash his face and wake up, and slowly get out of the influence of the potion, Cyril had no intention of digging through the materials and biographies collected by Gray Harrier.He stood at the window of the hotel, quietly looking at the large brick-red buildings in the distance under the setting sun. When his mind was full of his mother, he would occasionally think of the girl in the Florence square that year, who was as delicate and beautiful as a flower. The world can't bear the weight of their lives, so the god of death will come to take them away.

It had been a long time since he remembered Claire, and as long as he thought about it, the colors of the memories were still so bright and strong, and he could still smell the atmosphere of ignorance in the old days when he took a deep breath.

When Master Haman learned the purpose of this "invitation" from the "kidnapper", his anger gradually subsided. When he learned of Cyril's identity, his face was already mixed with excitement and nervousness.The healthy and stubborn old man patted Naiden's hand away and refused to support him. He hurried to the living room and looked up. When his eyes touched the person by the window, he stopped, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant, and he was as pale and silent as if The paper was like a paste, and in the next second, there were tears.

"Erica!"

Xi Ruier paused for a while, and personally stepped forward to help him to sit on the sofa. Seeing that he was too emotional, he looked up, and a bodyguard stepped forward to check on the old man, shaking his head to indicate that it was all right, Xi Ruier So relieved, he lowered his head and poured a cup of tea for the old man.

Master Haman was still weeping, with his head hanging down as if he felt embarrassed. Seeing Cyril's actions, he quickly raised his hand a little flattered and wanted to pick up the teacup, but his hands trembled violently and he couldn't control it at all. After trying several times to be stiff and unable to even bend, at the moment when the teacup was about to fall, Cyril quickly moved it aside, Haman sat there blankly, looking at his hand, tears would flow down The beard is wet.

He used to play the violin well, and the bagpipes were as good as the piano, but it was his creation that brought his life to its peak.Because when he returned to Glasgow that year, his hands could no longer touch musical instruments, so he exists as a composer and music educator, but he is not the violinist who made Vienna applaud when he was young.

Cyril sat across from him, patiently waiting for the old man to calm down.Gray Harrier, Naiden and others have quietly left the living room.

"Son, you and Erica...are so similar to Erica..."

Xi Ruier thought that there must be something in the past between the old man and his mother that he didn't know.But when he was young, it seemed that he had never heard from his mother that there was such a teacher?However, my mother knows the bagpipes, the Scottish bagpipes. Thinking about it this way, it seems that there are indeed some omens?In his memory, he once asked his mother, most of the daughters of nobles in the French upper class took the traditional route, learning piano and opera, and even rarely violin, why did mother know bagpipes?At that time, she said with a smile, because she met a good teacher.

Xi Ruier had never thought about it carefully, but at this moment it suddenly dawned on her that the teacher her mother was talking about was this one.

Clues to the death of his parents were stuck in his mind, and he was impatient to know the details, but at such times he felt that it was a sin to mention the horrific accident, and the old man could not bear too much excitement.

He said, "How did you... and my mother meet?"

Even though he was so sad that he couldn't control his tears, Master Haman still couldn't help but show a bit of a smile.Some encounters are so beautiful that even in the deep and miserable hell, as long as you think about it, you will still feel happy.

"It's in Nancy, Stanislaw Square," Nancy, France, a big city not far from Paris, and the world-famous Stanislaw Square is known as the world's most exquisite city square, the old man's The expression is full of memories, bitter and sweet, painful and joyful, "I was forced to leave Vienna at that time, and my reputation was almost ruined...my ex-wife didn't even allow me to see my daughter...I was like many years ago, poor and wandering in the All kinds of cities, walk, stop, look, live like a street performer, and then meet a girl in Nancy, she squatted in front of my piano case, listened to me finish "Meditation", and said hi , why are you crying?"

He didn't shed tears at that time, his face was silent and gloomy like all the people who have been numb by the vicissitudes of life, he walked through many places, went beyond the fence of the so-called music city, and saw this vast Datiandi, but his heart has been closed and has no vitality. Once upon a time, the majestic and majestic music that shook the vast fields, only the desolate tears remained.

Live numbly, move forward numbly, until one day, I met a girl and said hi, why is your piano crying?

The old man laughed himself while talking: "You probably never knew that your mother, Erica, also ran away from home when she was young."

She ran away from home to attend the memorial service of her favorite movie star, put a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the funeral, walked out with the crying crowd, and left after standing in a daze all morning. She didn't know where to go. When passing by the square, she heard A piece of music, the interlude "Meditation" of the opera Tays, composed by French composer Masnier in the [-]th century. She likes opera very much. , pulled into the mourning of ashes on the ground before the volcano is about to burst.

"The income was not good that day. I used the pitiful money in the piano box to treat her to dinner. I still remember that the small restaurant served foie gras and cod steak... I think it was the worst food she had ever eaten in her life. The least fresh foie gras and cod, but she still finished it, and said thank you for the hospitality with a smile." The old man looked nostalgic and melancholy, "Erica...she is a real noble lady, beautiful, gentle, noble , strong, I didn’t know she ran away from home at that time, I thought she just wanted to experience this kind of life, I traveled to many cities in France with her, I played the piano, she sang, and earned travel expenses to continue A city, for a long time I was so fascinated that I almost thought she was my daughter."

"Mother also respects and loves you so much, I think she will definitely be willing to call you father." Cyril said softly.

Master Harman was in tears again, and nodded vaguely: "I taught her bagpipes, and I bought her the first bagpipe, and I sold my pendant, which was specially made when my daughter was born. I wanted to give it to her, but my ex-wife took it off my daughter's neck and threw it back to me like trash... It was the only valuable thing on me. I traded it for a bagpipe and gave it to Erica, she's doing really well, really well..."

He buried his head in the stiff palms, trembling all over.Tears flowed from between the old fingers, and Cyril seemed to feel the burning heat.Then he touched his face and found that he was indeed crying too.

At this point, he has fully understood why Nicholas Harman, so many years after his mother's death, still does not give up tracking down the murderer behind the scenes.Because the relationship between him and her is no longer limited by a simple teacher and student, it is a bond that cannot be represented by blood.

"It's my fault, if she doesn't come to see me, if she doesn't come..." the old man murmured, so emotional that he almost collapsed.

Cyril watched him nervously, ready to call someone in if he was out of shape, but he was strong enough to survive.His life has been in an extremely depressive and painful situation, constantly wandering between gain and loss. What he gets is what he no longer cares about, and what he loses is what he cherishes and cannot keep. Fate gave him the ability to bear sorrow, but This kind of burden that bears the burden of the source of life, sometimes even living is a torture.

"It's not your fault." Cyril said, his tone firm and calm. He stretched out his hand and held it in the old man's hand. When he found that the hand was as cold as if it had just come out of the cellar, he got up and walked to the clothes rack in the corner, and took it He took off his coat and came back to cover the old man.

"Don't be so guilty. If my mother knows, she will be sad," he said. "The real murderer is still at large."

The old man trembled even more, and he almost suppressed his tears.

Master Harman lowered his hands slowly, his beard stained with tears, the wrinkles seared deeper by sorrow, which made him look older.He finally calmed down, but he shook his head and sat there in a daze, as if even the strength of sadness had been exhausted, remembering how beautiful the past was, but it was no match for the reality of knowing that she had left.

"Don't look it up..." he murmured, "Son, you...don't look it up..."

Cyril looked into his eyes.When he saw these eyes for the first time, they were blue, and such an old man still has such clear eyes, but now, tears have made these eyes extremely cloudy, as if the sky is covered by dark clouds and the sun cannot be exposed .He is afraid, such cognition emerges in Cyril's heart, but what is he afraid of?

Of course Cyril knew what he was talking about.The old man already had a vague idea of ​​what he came here to find out what he was for, so when he said the word "murderer", he immediately realized how to tell him.

"I've been looking for it for many years." Cyril said softly and slowly, "Maybe I have so much that the gods are envious, so it always takes away my most important things. For many years, I Only those old memories will appear in my dream, the more beautiful it is, the scarier it is to wake up. But I can't find a clue... It's like a pair of hands, erasing everything... You are the only one I can find Last person."

Xi Ruier smiled, a very faint smile, he has forgotten how to laugh heartily, perhaps, in that distant memory, only when he was in his mother's arms when he was a child can he laugh so freely, stepping forward from him After Wang Ting, the burdensome rules made him unable to breathe, and he gradually became a perfect stone, touching his heart and not knowing whether it would beat or not.

"Everyone is hiding from me, trying to be buried like those secrets, thinking that nothing will be revealed again. When my grandfather passed away, he held my hand tightly, and the tears shed almost wet the pillow , but he didn't say anything, and swallowed his last breath. I lay in the hospital for a year, my body was stiff and unable to move, like a vegetable, thinking about their faces all day and night... Do you remember Bly Is it here? Half a month ago, I just saw him off. He ended his own life with his own hands, just to keep me from knowing the truth behind the scenes."

"I know you don't want to disclose it. It's also because you are worried about my safety... But, I have done more dangerous things. It's like stepping on the edge of a steel wire. If you are not careful, you will fall to pieces. I have been persistent for too many years, so Everything I do is to find out the final mystery, and there is no way to stop."

Xi Ruier said, with a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of shocking something: "You know how painful it is to carry. If I didn't know anything, I might live a free and happy life, but I know, I think, maybe this is not hatred, but obsession, in order to completely unravel it, in order to prevent more innocent people from being buried because of it. I dare not do what I like, I must Disguising myself in front of everyone, fearing those things that will hurt me and those around me..."

"This is my sin." There were tears in Cyril's eyes, but this time, he did not let it fall, "I have no relatives. Because I never gave up the pursuit, those remaining people also chose to die , now, it’s those innocent people. If you really don’t want to say it, I won’t force you, because I don’t want to lose you too.”

"It's good to hear you talk about your mother's past, sorry...I talked too much today."

He really talked too much.He kept those words in his heart all the time, and he didn't even have anyone to confide in. He was really happy that there were people like Master Haman living in this world, at least it made him feel that he was not alone.However, seeing the old man, he gradually understood how cruel he was to Blaise.It's not regret, but he knows how to cherish it. If this communication is at the cost of his life, he would rather give up this kind of exploration. Even if he really has nowhere to go for the answer, it is only him who sacrifices, not these people who sacrificed their lives for him. people.

He doesn't blame them.Even if they burden him with sins that he will never forgive himself for the rest of his life.The more people died for that answer, the more he suffered.But it was painful, and I had to pursue it to the end.

"Erica..." The old man choked up and almost let out a sigh from the bottom of his throat.

Cyril took out a handkerchief from her jacket pocket and handed it to him.He never knew before that the sound of crying would be so heavy.

The silence lasted for a while and was suddenly broken.There was a heavy knock on the door in the room.

"Come in." Cyril said.

A certain bodyguard opened the door and poked his head in: "Boss, there are visitors."

The sound insulation effect of the hotel is not very good. It seems that there is movement outside just now?It's just that the two people in the room were immersed in deep sorrow and nostalgia, and didn't pay attention to it deliberately.

Cyril knew who was coming after a little thought, and he stood up.Sure enough, the door was opened, Gray Harrier flashed in first, followed by two burly men in black suits, each holding one end of the door, and a short but very dignified old man walked in slowly with a cane.

His eyes scanned the living room, and finally fell on Cyril's face.This Your Excellency has some similarities to Master Harman's facial outline, but because of the difference in spiritual temperament, they don't seem to have any similarities.The old Haman was wearing a tuxedo suit with a straight back, even though he was a little short, he still looked imposing.It is a kind of dignity and majesty cultivated in a high position all the year round, and there is even an inexplicable bloody smell, which cannot be washed away no matter how much it is washed.

His eyes didn't shift, but his chin was slightly sideways. The two big men in suits looked at each other, and walked out the door obediently. Cyril looked at Hui Yao, who nodded and followed him out, closing the door behind him.

Patrick Harman walked across to Cyril, looked down at his brother, and then looked back.

"Cyril Leok Almasia." Cyril held out his hand.

"Duke Silvermoon?" Old Haman said in a low voice, raised his face and smiled, changed his hand with the cane, stretched out his hand, and held his hand, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Patrick Haman. "

Yakuzas shake hands and exchange names as a sign of friendliness.

Seeing the old Haman take his seat, Cyril sat down slowly.This kind of respect is based on the respect for the elders, not to mention the relationship with Master Harman.He is the most respected teacher of his mother, and he can be regarded as his elder.

The old man was still wiping away his tears, and the white handkerchief with the violet pattern tattooed on the corner was already in disarray. Old Haman had no choice but to reach out and take out his own handkerchief, and handed it to his brother.

Master Haman grabbed it and wiped it a few times, and buried his head deeper.

"Your character...is like your father." After a long time, the old man said in a low voice.

"Erica is always carefree, not because she doesn't know sorrow, but because she never let sorrow pollute her heart... She likes to look at the beautiful side of everything, just like a flower, even if it is covered by heavy rain Even if it hurts, you can immediately bask in the sunshine and smile," the old man finally raised his head, "as gentle as an angel...your grandfather protected her so tightly, and your father cherished her as if he looked at his own eyeballs...but then No good thing can beat fate.”

"Who is it?" Cyril asked.

"There are three forces. One is from the common people, one is from the upper echelon of the government, and the other is from abroad." Master Haman took a deep breath, and his whole person looked several years old, "Everyone...no matter what they do, The purpose is more or less to bury the truth of the incident. It took me a long time to discern that those people were not on the same road. Unfortunately, I found out too late, and the remaining clues were not enough for me to confirm the real murderer. "

"If it wasn't for me, you would have died a long time ago." Old Haman said hoarsely, "You still blame me for not letting you leave Glasgow, as long as you leave one step, I don't even know where to find your corpse!"

The old man slumped his shoulders, and said slowly: "I can only try my best to restore the incident at that time... The one who manipulated the plane was the first force. A very powerful and powerful family that is deeply hidden may be your father After the plane crash, apart from the first force, there is also a party from the government, no, it should not be the government, but a more secret channel, such as the secret service, they have a voice in the government , so it seems that the second force comes from the government... and for many years, the force that has been secretly clearing up the remaining details one by one is the one I can't understand the most. It doesn't seem to be evil On the one hand, it didn't really hurt anyone, but what it did was clean up."

Harman has great influence in the underworld, but there are always some places that they cannot use their hands and feet.The government can tolerate the existence of the old Haman. On the one hand, Haman has the entire western city as a backing. In a place that no one can touch, and what has been exposed to the outside world has been washed clean, even if you try to do it, you will not be able to catch your feet.Old Haman can't have too much conflict with Bai Dao, and he has to protect his brother's comfort, which means that they want to investigate the matter, and they can't cut into the center.

"The first force is Heklidomiya, or Braunman." Cyril said.

What these two nouns mean, few people don't know.The two old men suddenly raised their heads, showing incredulous expressions.

"I used to think about the factor of 'political enemies', but this trip to Glasgow let me know that the person behind the scenes who really wants to bury is my mother alone." Cyril said, "If you contact What you said, then I think that the first-party force is actually composed of two partners. One of them was aimed at my mother, but it failed because the other one was obsessed with others. When my mother was around, I moved my hands and feet and told them to have an 'accident' together."

Xi Ruier was silent for a long time again, this time, he couldn't hold back, and shed tears: "It's Braunman."

The author has something to say: 9.16

Cough cough, the current job means that I can only code after 8:[-] every day... In fact, after I went out yesterday, I found out that there was an update in the morning update, but I forgot what I wrote myself! ! !Uh, it’s like this, the stupid author rents a room outside, sometimes sleeps outside, and sometimes goes home, the computer is not with him...

OTZ add more to this one, the total number of words in this one will not be less than 7000...

9.17

I have a big rub!From last night to noon today, the review of the article has always failed, and operations are not allowed!And when I look at the backend, it’s clear that there’s no web review after the title, so there’s a bug, I can’t click on the web review in the backstage, but you can see the page at the front desk... I just found the editor, and I solved this It's open.

I'll wipe it, this is Da Jinjiang's malice, isn't it!Punish me for being lazy! !Obviously there is no H (how can it be ambiguous that the male lead hasn’t even come out!) Why does it fail the online review when there are no sensitive words! !

I was wrong, I knelt down and repented, and I honestly confessed that I would never do such a thing again after my 10th birthday. 〒▽〒Actually, I am not anti-theft at all. Anyone who has chased Liuyue and Hanyan knows it. I never do such things as chapter anti-theft. Such a long article can prevent me from death. Subscriptions have no effect on me. The real reason is this. On the night of the [-]th, it was written that I was called to go to the account to open up a boss, but the article was not finished. I had an idea, and I can prevent theft!So... I lied to you... After beating the boss, I came back and made up the second half of the chapter. From then on, I got the great skills of the new world!

Write half a chapter, throw it up, and get the little red flower that day!Be lazy (read novels and play games or something), and then come back and finish it, even if it is later, you don’t have to worry about the red flowers, but I didn’t expect there to be such a thing as an online review. When I came back, I found out why the article couldn’t be uploaded anymore. I wiped it... I was scared yesterday, and I was afraid that something might go wrong. Why did I have to review my article?

I don’t want beautiful little red flowers anymore (dear friends, have you seen my beautiful little red flowers every other chapter...), I will never be lazy anymore (I will update it in the evening when I go out and carry the computer with me) of), forgive me, woo woo woo, I'm going to cry blind

The author of Doubt is posting four here, and he must do a good job of writing without making any noise!Please forgive me 〒▽〒! ! !