Epigenetic

Zhu Weixing stood in a huge garden, and there were patches of flowers under her feet. The calyxes were as big as the mouth of a bowl, mostly white and purple, stretching and stretching, beautiful and beautiful, so beautiful.

Clematis, a garden full of clematis.

He knew that this kind of flower, the clematis, was delicate and delicate, and if it was badly raised, it would be a girl, and if it was well raised, it would be a queen.Based on the color and appearance of the plants in front of you, the value of the whole garden is immeasurable.

Kneeling down, Zhu Weixing wanted to touch the petals, but found nothing.

He looked at his hands, as if aware of something, and slowly stood up.

After Jiang Yi finished eating the glutinous rice balls, Zhu Weixing went to sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he came here.

I used to think that all kinds of bizarre things were illusions and dreams, but later I realized that the world is real and I am the chaos.

And it should be true here too, it was he who wished Wei Xing to wander off again after wandering around the central hospital last time.

So, where is it?

Looking around, Zhu Weixing found a four-story conjoined old western-style building behind the big garden, with carved railings and gray brick surfaces, and bright lights inside, illuminating the silent night.

The night was cool and the dew was deep, and the wind in the garden was also heavy. It blew towards him, and then eased down for no reason, like a hand, behind Zhu Weixing, pushing him forward, towards the villa.

After entering the interior smoothly, the hall becomes brighter and more spacious.On the large spiral staircase hangs a Phnom Penh Nine Lotus crystal chandelier, beige wallpaper with inlaid printed teak wall panels, lauan wood floors, light-colored knitted carpets, a full set of mahogany furniture, and velvet armchairs.At first glance, this place seems to be frozen in the time corridor of the 40s and [-]s. At first glance, it is elegant and grand, but when you peel off the details, it is exquisite, extravagant and extremely restrained.

Who would live in this kind of house?

Zhu Weixing wondered if he had worn it to the last century, but as soon as he entered here, a strong sense of deja vu came over his face.

He started to wander around the room uncontrollably, looking at the fireplace, the curtains, and the tables and chairs.I saw TV, air conditioner, and FO's sweeper.It is certain that it is still in the original era, and it is even more certain that everything has an indescribable familiarity.

Where is this place?

Go up the spiral staircase to the second floor. There is only one big room on the second floor. The moment you walk in, the scene in front of you makes Zhu Weixing's eyes widen.

The house is full of pianos, pianos, violins, cellos, violas, guitars, lutes, zithers...

Among them, the piano and the violin are placed in the middle, which seems to be the most loved by the owner.

Zhu Weixing approached and stood still in front of the Bechstein grand antique piano. It has a walnut carved body and ivory keys. It is a hundred years old, but it is well maintained.

I just don't know how the tone is?

When I was curious in my heart, there was music.

Zhu Weixing was startled, followed the sound, and found a phonograph in the corner, the needle fell, the vinyl rotated, and the music came from it.

Playing a classic, the second movement of Beethoven's "Moonlight".

Then look at the rows of vinyl discs on the wooden shelf next to the gramophone.Beethoven, Chopin, Liszt, Mozart, Paganini, Bach's big and small sets... There are so many categories and countless, the front pages of the collection are of excellent condition and inestimable value.

moonlight……

Zhu Weixing murmured, and went to look at that Bechstein again.

The clear and beautiful notes seem to be played by it.

He couldn't touch the piano, so he could only hang his fingers on the keys, as if he was guided by something, obviously he shouldn't be able to play the piano, but his fingers could not help but undulate slightly, bouncing up and down.Playing and playing, Zhu Weixing couldn't tell whether he was following the music or the music was following him.

Suddenly, infinite sadness arose in my heart. This song sounds gentle and gentle, but it is actually full of bitterness and depression.

There has never been moonlight in "Moonlight Sonata", which is the meaning given to it by later generations.It was Beethoven's frustrating work. In the song, there are only empty and lonely sky and lonely and cold earth. They are left in the frozen scenery and time, recalling the illusory beauty.

In a trance, it seems to hear a gentle laughter, whispering someone's name.

Zhu Weixing suddenly raised his head, turned and walked into the corridor.

Looking down, he vaguely saw all the crystal lights in the hall lit up, someone leaning on the sofa reading a newspaper, someone walking lightly on the floor, someone pulling out the dining chair, and someone carrying a steaming meal from the kitchen. And pass.

A child's voice is shouting: "Wow, there is sweet-scented osmanthus sweet wine."

The old man warned: "Run carefully, you may fall."

The deep male voice informed: "There is a meeting tonight, and I have to go back to the company after eating."

The gentle female voice instructed: "Tell the driver to drive carefully."

All of a sudden, these figures seemed to have seen him upstairs, and they all petted and complained.

"It's time to eat, what are you doing standing there in a daze?"

"I've been stuck practicing the piano again, and I'm going to cough at night."

"Today is the winter solstice, and there are glutinous rice balls."

"Little uncle, come down quickly, eat glutinous rice balls and reunite."

The moment the words fell, those phantoms were like a plate of residual ashes, blown away by the wind... against the still rotating moonlight in the background, leaving a room of desolate reunion, bleak joy, and Zhu Weixing who was dull and dazed.

He stood like this in this unmanned and gorgeous villa, without moving all night.

Until the sky is clear and the sun rises from the east, stepping in from the carved window railing, the shadow bends on the ground, like twisting a rest.

The music ends here, and the longest winter night of the year... ends here.

On the bunk bed in Zhu's house, Zhu Weixing opened his eyes, his eyes were clear.

……

There is a brand new washing machine at home, which has too many functions, and I wish my grandma had some difficulties in using it.The old man stood worrying in front of the machine early in the morning, when suddenly a snow-white hand stretched out from behind, pressed a few times on the control panel, and adjusted the function for her.

Grandma Zhu turned her head and saw Zhu Weixing standing behind her, her gaze paused for a few seconds.

"Grandma, it's done." Zhu Weixing reminded.

Grandma Zhu nodded and started to wash clothes.

After breakfast, Zhu MSI went downstairs and received many glances along the way.

Passing by the illegal hut around the corner, a group of aunties who were picking vegetables were short-tempered, they all had a meal when they saw him, and when Zhu Weixing looked back, they all smiled awkwardly.

"Weixing..." Mrs. Chen spoke, "Did you burn your legs last night?"

Zhu Weixing shook his head: "No, almost."

"Then be careful," Mrs. Chen was nervous. "There are many disasters around the winter solstice. It's not our superstition. Recently, several people in the lane bumped their heads and feet. The grandma Liang in your building can't move her hands. You Remind your grandma to pay attention too, the road is slippery in winter rain, it is best for the elderly to help them go up and down the stairs."

Zhu MSI said: "Thank you."

"I know you're sensible now," Mrs. Chen looked at him with a complicated expression, "You've even got on well with the little bandit, look how nervous Xiao Jiang was yesterday."

Regarding the relationship with Jiang Yi and others, Zhu Weixing only smiled politely, turned and left.

Last night it rained for the first time in early winter, and the ground was wet and reflective. After Zhu Weixing walked away, and against his shaved back, everyone noticed that a camellia plant on the street corner that had not been cared for for a long time actually bloomed white flowers last night. Pure, elegant and bright, reborn flawlessly.

When he arrived at Yuzhou Street, Uncle Shen also took a second look at him.

Zhu Weixing asked: "What's wrong?"

Uncle Shen said: "Uncle thinks that today...well, you look very energetic."

Zhu Weixing said: "Sleep well."

Uncle Shen nodded: "It's also my wish to sleep soundly. It's best to have a sweet dream, haha."

Zhu MSI raised his eyes.

Sweet dream?

I don't know if it counts.

……

At noon, I received a notice saying that the small class in the afternoon had been changed to the evening.

Zhu Weixing thought it was Chen Zhou's intention. After all, Jin Mingyue mentioned that he had a history of arbitrarily changing the schedules of students he didn't like.

As a result, when I went to school in the evening, I heard a call from Lu Xiaoai, saying that today's class was cancelled.

I wish MSI an accident.

Lu Xiaoai whispered, like a whistleblower: "Chen Zhou seems to have been reported, saying that his academic arrangements are not rigorous and standardized. We probably need to change the teacher of the small class."

Lu Xiaoai: "There is also Jin Mingyue. The school issued an announcement stating that her professional and moral attitudes are extremely misbehaving, and she will be severely punished."

If it's just Jin Mingyue, Zhu Weixing will really treat the school as just and fair, but it can be dealt with together with Chen Zhou, the matter is obviously not that simple.The only thing that could involve this teacher is that Jin Mingyue and her companions talked unrestrainedly in the garden during the middle of the school recital. They once mentioned that Chen Zhou had problems with his professional ethics. There is only manager Zhang Shenzhang next door who is smoking and playing with his mobile phone.

So...the reason for the school's sudden and thorough investigation is that the report is false, and Zhang Shen's intervention as a witness is the truth?But why is he like this?Has anyone filed a complaint against him?Ginger?Or is this big corporate executive a man of integrity and nosy?

"Which small class teacher are we going to change?" Zhu Weixing asked.

Lu Xiaoai: "There is no news now, we can only find out after the small class the day after tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Weixing sat in the small classroom and pondered for a moment, then rolled his eyes and landed on the upright piano beside him.

Standing up suddenly, sitting near, Zhu Weixing opened the cover of the piano, stared at the keys for a while, and slowly reached out to touch it.He touched it carefully, like a stranger who met for the first time, like exploring memories, like finding something lost.

After touching every key, Zhu Weixing dropped his fingers and played the cascading scales.

Jerky stumbling.

Played another string.

Slightly smoother.

Play another string.

Basically pleasing to the ear.

He boldly chose Czerny's elementary etude and played it three times in a row, which was much better.

Changed the song, three times, it was even better.

Changing to Mozart...changing to Bach...changing to Chopin, Zhu Weixing thought he had to think about the score, but when his fingers touched the keys, he would jump and dance by himself, as if instinctively.At the beginning, the fingering was still wrong and confusing, but as the song changed, his feeling for the keys became more and more proficient.

Until it was changed to Liszt.

Zhu Weixing chose Liszt's pure virtuoso piece "Bell" which is difficult.

The first time, I didn't pass.

Pu remembers, but although Zhu Weixing has long fingers, his palms are considered slender among boys, and he can't get through many perverted span sounds.

The second time, still failed.

The brain remembers, but the different fingers of the left and right hands cannot keep up with the speed of the brain.

The third time, not yet.

The fourth time... the fifth time...

I can't count how long I sat in front of the piano, the sky outside the classroom was already dark, Zhu Weixing was still unwilling to leave.He didn't turn on the light either, and in the darkness, he competed with himself.Come to think of it, in the past, he actually knew that life was full of doubts and contradictions, but he was trapped in the limitations of his thinking. He was determined to be an atheist, and he paranoidly explained everything with science. It's hard to deceive yourself and others to realize that clumsy lie.

At seven and a half minutes, Zhu Weixing played "The Bell".

But he was not satisfied, he thought it was too slow.

Try again, six and a half minutes, try again, five and a half minutes, try again...

The sixteenth tone jumps, the octave repeats quickly, a melody and one hand vibrato, continuous jumping and running, extremely high-speed fingers... Every beat is like turning back the gears of his life clock, turning back time, history Looking back, it took 4 minutes in the end, I wish MSI finally played "The Bell" successfully!

Although the process is rigid, the skills are rough, and there are many imperfections in it, Zhu Weixing has personally proved that what Zhu Liangliang could not do in the past, he can do now.

He did it, but Zhu Weixing was not overjoyed, he was limp in front of the piano, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he closed his eyes heavily.

A few seconds later, he suddenly raised his eyes again, turned his head and looked back.

In the darkness, behind Zhu Weixing, at some point, a person stood.

His face was blurred in the darkness, and he could only vaguely see that it was a tall and thin boy.

Before Zhu Weixing could speak, the other party asked in a surprised and trembling voice first.

"Who are you?!"