Fast Transmigration: Black Raiders

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Here, I have to mention my piano, which has accompanied me for 15 years and is my best friend.This piano was placed here before I was born. According to my father, I climbed onto the piano when he was not paying attention when I was three years old, and I couldn't pull it off.It was also when I was three years old that I played the piano for the first time. I played the prelude to Chopin’s “Raindrops” intermittently with my short and dull hands, which surprised my dad and opened up my piano. career.

The above is not to show how amazing my musical talent is. This is a fact, and it is no longer worthy of my special emphasis. What I want to emphasize is that I like my piano.I always verbally complain that the piano is too old, but in fact I like it very much, I have slowly fumbled the tuning skills for it, and I have to wipe it with a clean soft cloth every day.Maybe it's because I put too much effort into it, and the companionship and comfort it gave me during the whole growth process is unmatched by my father's flattery.

I foolishly considered suicide that day, and hugged it and kissed it when I came back.I have a hunch that if I die, the piano will also lose its life - there is a possibility that only a genius like me can bring new life to this old and broken piano.In short, there will never be another piano that occupies such an important position in my life like this one. It is my childhood, it also carries my dreams, and it is the existence that I have injected all my enthusiasm and vitality into.

Xiaojiu asked me to sign a contract with him, promising that he would not fall in love with anyone for the rest of his life.I never thought I'd fall in love with another person, as far as I've met people, I've been bored by their shallow stubbornness or grandstanding amusement, especially some of the jealousy born of weakness, I really I don't think I'd like another Twoleg with a gorgeous skin and an unknown soul.In contrast, I would rather be with my piano for the rest of my life.If it is a human being, I am also extremely happy to play beautiful music on its body.

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Regarding the matter of the piano mentioned last time, I would like to say a few more words. (This is for my readers, assuming there are any.)

Strange to say, although I like my piano very much and think that I gave it life, a very supernatural event happened in a rainy night two years ago, which shook my mind.During that time, I was obsessed with Smetana's symphonic poems, and my soul wandered around the "Vltava River" every day. Sometimes I imagined that I was deaf in both ears like Smetana, and the music was no longer in my ears. , and played in my heart, and frantically adapted the repertoire into a piano piece played by four hands.

That night, accompanied by the roaring thunderstorm, the mother river in the Czech Republic ran swiftly in the wind and rain, but the other half of the music was missing. I alone was far from able to complete the music that two people could complete.Just when I was about to give up, lightning split the night, and the electricity in the house was cut off with a bang, and the keys of the piano were automatically pressed down without anyone playing, and the notes popped out.My heart beat like thunder for a split second, and I was overwhelmed by the string of extremely smooth and unrestrained piano sounds. I didn't even care about the weirdness at that time, and waved my hands to respond to the piano sounds and played crazily.

How would I describe the performance of that performance?No one has ever been able to keep up with my speed, some people play as slow as a turtle, and some people are as emotionless as a robot, but "the man" is not, I am overwhelmed by his abundant emotion and enthusiasm , gave me a hearty playing experience.

After the performance was over, I looked around, the night was too dark, I couldn't see anything clearly, but I was sure there was no one around.I sat at the piano for a while, savoring the aftertaste of the music, maybe the orgasm of sex is no different.

After a while, the man who lived upstairs came downstairs and knocked on the door. I didn't like him very much. This neighbor moved here recently. I saw him on the corridor occasionally, always looking depressed and dispirited. .At that time, I opened the door, and the man thanked me inexplicably crying. He said that he was going to die because of his broken relationship and being robbed of money, but after listening to my performance, he decided to live a good life.I didn't say anything. Many people will feel despair at a certain moment and excitement at a certain moment, but these two extreme emotions are only short-lived. Live well, courage is sometimes just an illusion.But I miscalculated, he lived well afterwards, and the life force in the music nourished his wounded soul.

The neighbor found his Vltava River, but I was lost because of that performance.I suspected that there was a ghost living in my piano, but it only disturbed me on that rainy night, and then disappeared, no matter how much I threatened to throw away the broken piano, it was useless.

Today I told Xiaojiu that there are ghosts living in my house. Xiaojiu told me to find a ghost exorcist quickly. He said that ghosts are uneasy and kind, and they either suck me dry or suck me dry.I don't know why he repeats "suck me dry" twice, but if there is such a powerful ghost, I would let him suck me dry.There is no confidant in the world, can you find it in the underworld?

PS. I can’t understand the routines of oriental supernatural horror movies. What do these ghosts do after they have tried their best to scare the protagonist to death?Looking for a ghost to float with?

(The following is a line of bold and elegant pencil words added many years later)

sucks you dry as much as you want.

(Fill) Upstairs, this is my diary!

(Answer) Well, that's why I opened it and read it.

(repair)……

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Xiao Jiu asked me to wait for the opportunity. He said that there would be a good opportunity to become famous in the near future. As long as he got No.1, he could earn money for ten sets of corneas.I think there is a problem with this statement. It is not that there is no money, but that the cornea cannot be transplanted.He was annoyed and asked me to do what he said, but I felt that he was evasive and insisted on confronting him. He couldn't stand it and could only tell me that as long as I played the piano well, I would meet a terminally ill young man who had signed a donation agreement. people.

I'll just trust him.

A month later, the upstairs neighbor said that his TV station and country A planned to jointly host a reality show, inviting piano talents from various countries, and they were currently looking for candidates. He suggested that I participate, and the bonus would be huge.This program is actually a famous international piano competition, but now it is getting harder and harder for traditional competitions to attract people's attention, so the league decided to combine it with the current hot reality show.This method of competition will definitely be reviled by a small group of art lovers. In their eyes, popular culture is probably vulgar and unbearable. The pure ground in their hearts has been severely trampled, which must make them very ashamed.Gould and Pollini, who used to be exclusive to them to improve their style, once they became known, their prices dropped instantly.To put it bluntly, they may not really love these musicians, but they like to talk about the amazing eyes brought by the musicians.I'm not guessing people's hearts sinisterly, but there are infinite sinister hidden in people's hearts, and no one can avoid it, including me.I attacked them only because I planned to participate in the competition, and then I would be on the cusp of being criticized by people who thought they were good if I won or lost, so I wanted to seize the opportunity to scold them viciously.

If only someone could tell me how to send curse letters to everyone who curses at me and who is about to curse at me.I want to use my mind to curse them all into particles and disappear.

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Into the final game, Dad happily let me order junk food.

For the next week, I will not be able to stay at home.The upstairs neighbor, whom I now call Big Brother Lin, hired a nurse to help and generously paid for it.He said that the grace of saving his life is beyond words, but I just got up and played the piano and did nothing.

Now I understand why he can live well after listening to a piece of music, because he has sunshine in his heart.Music can awaken passion and courage in a person's heart, provided that the person already has tenacity and kindness in his heart.

Starting tomorrow, I will go to the stadium, and I cannot write a diary during the period.Before leaving, I want to say goodbye to my Qin.

(Supplement below)

There was another heavy rain at night, and I just played Debussy's "Moonlight" on the piano. Impressionist music can always bring back the mystery of ancient nature in the building of modern scientific rationality.The rainstorm has the arrogance of the rainstorm, and the moonlight has the coolness of the moonlight.Tomorrow night, this city, which is pouring cold rain, will be a city where the moonlight falls.

When I finished playing, I was planning to go back to my room to sleep, because I would get up early tomorrow, when suddenly the sound of the piano came from behind me.This time there was no power outage in the house, but because I just planned to play a song and go back to the house, I just played the piano with the damper pedal in the dark night and the dim street lights outside the window.But this time, it is clearer than last time, there is a translucent figure sitting beside the piano, like a ghost... Oh, no, I'm sure it's a ghost.

The man's back was clear, his hair was not long, and his clothes were very modern, looking a bit like a hospital gown.I told Xiao Jiu that this man must be a handsome guy, Xiao Jiu didn't believe it, and bet that he was a back killer.Although I really want to know what he looks like, I can't bear to interrupt his performance.This time, he played Ravel's "Nyxe", which is very suitable for such a scene.

Lacquer night, rain, cold air, a gentle and handsome figure from the back, and ethereal and exquisite piano sound.The melody that was supposed to seduce resentment, clear sadness and ominous love, in his hands reveals a sense of nobility and indifference, miraculously as if two gentlemen met by chance and exchanged greetings, and then had a good talk, mutual affection, sweeping away everything in the whole process The sticky air is neither indifferent nor lingering, just low, like the shallow confiding words of a water demon.

As soon as the piano was over, the man's soul was drawn into the piano, and I couldn't hold onto anything.It's just that he didn't speak, and I already understood what he wanted to say.

I asked Xiaojiu if it would be considered a breach of contract if she didn't fall in love with someone, Xiaojiu gritted her teeth and said that Qin was not okay.But I don't intend to listen to him. I said I couldn't fall in love with others, but I didn't say I couldn't fall in love with Qin.

I don't know when the next time I see him, I don't know his name yet.

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