Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

In the piano room, Zheng Hongyi devoted all his attention to the staff in front of him. When he was revising and stopping to write, he suddenly heard something sensitive in his ears.

The crisp sound of dingling is very clear, as if you are in the continuous rain curtain all over the sky, abandoning all the hustle and bustle and everything, and quietly listening to the sound of a single raindrop falling on the ground.

Tick, tick, tick...

In the shallowness of the ripples, the raindrops fell on the ground, creating circles of water patterns in the shallow puddles, and the whole atrium seemed to follow the small circles that rippled, circle after circle, one after another, Endless.

Unknowingly, Zheng Hongyi's modification movement gradually became slower and slower until it stopped completely.

Frowning and listening carefully, the melody of jingle bells lingered in my ears, like weeping raindrops, with helpless confusion and sad sadness.

It seems to be the most beautiful in the world, and also the most delicate tenderness. The helpless sadness is like the spring cicada's silk spinning, and the dragonfly touches the water, and it is also like the water in the mountain stream, with the withered yellow leaves floating on it without roots, silently , drifting far, far away...

You don’t need words, you just need music, you don’t need gorgeousness, you just need the most essential notes. In the dancing of your hands, pointing up and down, a person who really understands music and loves music can outline for you the most beautiful scene in the world. A feast for the ears.

Happy, sad, peaceful, sad, your whole heart will uncontrollably follow its beat, sinking and cleaning together.

like now.

This is the sound of the piano, with only the simplest beat, Zheng Hongyi can confirm it.

Just, who is playing the piano here?

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Uncontrollably, Zheng Hongyi got up and left the seat, and the sound of the piano overflowing into the room was like a huge magnet, attracting all the senses of the man and every step he took.

Unscrewing the door and coming out, under the light of the soft spotlight overhead, a shadow was rendered from the light-colored floor, Zheng Hongyi walked slowly in the long corridor of the piano room.

Because of the occupation, the piano room area specially opened by the Zheng family is very large. The piano room alone accounts for nearly one-third of the villa. In addition to Zheng Hongyi's piano room, there are nearly seven or eight piano rooms in this area. , and this sound came from one of them.

Finally, Zheng Hongyi's footsteps stopped in front of the door of the innermost piano room, and the sound of the piano came from inside.

Who is playing the piano?

The generous palm rested on the doorknob. At this moment, Zheng Hongyi's mind suddenly popped up the pair of jade hands that he almost forgot, perfect like the best masterpiece of heaven.

The moonlight swayed by the window, the gauze curtains flicked, and the pure black and white were on the piano keys. Fingers fell and raised, and the young jade fingers danced like white elves, performing a moving nobility.

Uncontrollably, his eyes darkened, and Zheng Hongyi twisted the door and opened it.

The fragrant piano room is shrouded in light-colored lights, and the white grand piano by the window is half immersed in the cold moonlight. Shaking, shaking the solitude of a room.

Looking around, Zheng Hongyi had a panoramic view of the piano room, but it couldn't change the fact that there was no one in the piano room.

Feeling lost and disappointed, the sound of the piano continued, and Zheng Hongyi walked towards the source of the sound, until he finally stopped at a corner of the piano room, in front of the recording device that he had completely forgotten.

A touch of confusion, faint helplessness, as if walking to the crossroads and stopping, as if hesitating at a loss, overflowed in the automatic playback that was automatically turned on at a certain time, and spread little by little in the lonely piano room.

Zheng Hongyi just stood in front of the equipment and listened quietly. After nearly 5 minutes, the sound of the piano slowly dissipated, and the whole room fell into silence again.

At a certain stage in his life, Zheng Hongyi entered the bottleneck period of music. Whether he was composing or playing, he fell into an unprecedented chaos. The way of recording and playing back is to collect all the ups and downs of your fingertips, and to correct yourself bit by bit.

Later, after adjusting it, this thing has an automatic recording and playback function, so he moved it out of the piano room and threw it into this unused room, but he didn't expect to get such a big surprise today.

Zheng Hongyi has always known that if he wishes, those beautiful and small jade hands will surely write the most beautiful chapters in the world, completely living up to the reputation of those jade hands.

When bringing him back, Zheng Hongyi once thought that the music would be like his master, like green willows brushing by the clear water and clouds, peaceful and serene, but the collision between reality and imagination is like a world away.

Grasp the heartstrings tightly, hold back your breath, and immerse yourself in the helplessness and sadness of being overwhelmed.

Looking sideways at the white grand piano by the window,