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In ancient times, it was relatively rare to be called by the first name directly. Generally speaking, those who are close to each other will be called by their nickname, or called by their first name directly, instead of calling their first and last names together. Call by word, not by name.

For example, the name Kuang Yuan is not what outsiders usually call him. For a close friend like Ji Chen, when he is called Kuang Yuan, he will call him "A Yuan", just like he calls Ji Chen "A Chen". This is actually not a customary name, because according to their status and background, they must have their own name. Generally speaking, the name is used by close friends.

Maybe that doesn't show the special relationship between each other, just like some friends who have a good relationship, they have to be called "nicknames" to feel close.

And Kuang Yuan always called Ji Mo "Ji Mo" and "Ji Mo" every time, and would not call him "Mo'er", "Little Mo", "A Mo" and so on. This is not to say that Ji Mo Mo prefers the latter, which seems to be called more, but because it is not so normal in itself.

Unless there are other etiquette requirements in this ancient world, in Ji Mo's view, other people are still normal.

Even the servants who can never pay attention to the size of their names will not call them by their names directly, either by nicknames or ranks, or simply adding "small" or "old" in front of their surnames.

Calling people by their first and last names seems to be a curse, it's too serious and cruel.

Because Kuang Yuan didn't answer, Ji Mo temporarily put this question aside.

Ever since he was able to walk and talk, Ji Mo acted as if he was very close to Kuang Yuan, he would look for anyone if he couldn't see him for a day, and if he found him, he wouldn't make a fuss, just follow along.

Kuang Yuan would usually accompany him for a while, and then he would let the nanny take Ji Mo away without hesitation. Liwei, every time, was able to be carried away smoothly by the nanny's arms like a cicada caught.

Every time this kind of parting, Ji Mo wanted to struggle, holding on to Kuang Yuan's legs without letting go, no, no, no, every time, it was useless.

Uh, it's not useless, after Ji Mo's persistent expression of intimacy and cuteness, after Kuang Yuan laughed, he did treat him a lot better.

Fortunately, Ji Mo was finally able to see Kuang Yuan playing the piano once.

Facing the breeze in the bamboo forest, Kuang Yuan, who was sitting in front of the qin, plucked the strings. The sound of the qin resounded, and the rising green smoke seemed to be disturbed and entangled. The elegant fragrance seemed to come from the bamboo. Flowers have the fragrance of a gentleman.

The environment is good, the people are good, the scenery is good, the piano is good, the sound is good, and the music is even better.

Ji Mo used the word "good" to describe everything. He is not a bosom friend after all. It is rare to hear this "good". Amidst the music, I couldn't return to my senses for a long time.

Like the wind in spring, the rain in summer, the sun in autumn, and the snow in winter, it is comfortable and refreshing, yet full of tenderness and tenderness.

There seems to be nothing.

Such a faint feeling seems to remain in my heart all the time, as if I have undergone a baptism.

Is this the charm of music?

Ji Mo was a little puzzled. He had never heard of music before. In fact, modern society is full of all kinds of music, from the music that must be included in advertisements, to sitting in a certain restaurant and listening to the songs they choose. , When watching some programs, you must be brainwashed by certain music.

Too many popular songs will flood the market once they appear, making Ji Mo, who is like a passer-by, feel familiar, and one can imagine what kind of bombardment it is.

But at that time, did you ever stop for a certain piece of nice music?

Have you ever listened to a certain melody?

Have you ever recalled the aftertaste of that song?

I dare not say that there is absolutely no, but now I seem to be unable to remember it. After listening to this piece of pure music without singing, I can't remember what kind of tune, melody, or lyrics of other music?

In the mind, it seems to be blank, only the aftertaste of the song just now is left, which is constantly reverberating.

Is this the so-called "resonance around the beam"?

Ji Mo had a refreshing feeling.

He had long guessed that the worlds selected by the system, even the first-order worlds, were carefully selected. Generally speaking, the skills of the worlds would be higher than those of ordinary worlds.

For example, in the ordinary world, all skills are very average, and when the values ​​​​are all "1", in the first-order world selected by the system to designate apprentices, other skills may still fall within the category of "1". And the skills that have designated apprentices are in the category of "2".

The numerical value that is higher than other skills may sound a bit surprising, but if you compare them carefully, you will find that it is not so obvious. Different skills themselves lack certain conditions for comparison.

And for most people in the first-order world, they don't find it strange.

In other words, most of them are unaware of the difference between "1" and "2". Things that are too professional have their own thresholds and cannot be easily judged by laymen.

As for the insiders, what they came into contact with at the beginning was "2". If you insist that there is actually a lower "1", how do they understand it?

People who have lived in the modern technological world since childhood and are used to the existence of various electrical appliances, if you insist on telling him that life is normal without electricity, he may think that you are a lunatic for saying such words.

Obviously there is electricity, why do you have to say that there is no electricity?

There is no way to make a horizontal comparison. Even if I feel that the skills I have learned are powerful, it is not ruled out that it is the filter bonus brought about by my liking.

As a result, many other people in the first-order world will feel that this "2" skill is of the same level as other "1" skills.

Even Ji Mo, if he didn’t judge from the fact that “the selection of the system is inherently special”, it would be difficult to draw such a conclusion. Oh, this is also because some worlds are too obvious, such as the world of the swordsmith. With so many skills, why is the swordsmith so special?

This can only be evidence. Later, in other first-order worlds, Ji Mo had passively accepted some other skills before he vaguely discovered them. Later, when he took the initiative to contact them, he discovered that the contrast was even more obvious.

Therefore, in this world, the musician is the ceiling of the world, and it is not surprising that the only "2" skill has such a level.

Ji Mo found a reasonable explanation by himself and convinced himself.

Kuang Yuan didn't feel that Ji Mo understood anything at all. Seeing the child who was still in a daze, he smiled slightly, and asked as if teasing him: "Does it sound good?"

"It sounds good."

Ji Mo really wanted to praise some more educated vocabulary, but the level of what he has learned now is completely under the control of Kuang Yuan. Many vocabulary does not mean that he is born with it, so it can only be like this Dry "sounds good".

But Kuang Yuan didn't dislike him either, his musical voice no longer needed the approval of others.

He withdrew his hand and extinguished the incense, but the qin that seemed to be burning with incense did not move, it was still in place.

"Come on, let's see how your handwriting is doing now."

He stretched out his hand to pull Ji Mo, about to lead him into the house.

"Can't Daddy teach me how to play the piano? I also want to play nice music."

Ji Mo looked at the qin, yearning for it, but what he thought of was the qin he had made. At that time, he only tried a few notes and handed it over to others. Now that he thinks about it, there is still a little A hidden pain of cutting flesh and selling blood.

Maybe some craftsmen prefer to let their finished products shine in the hands of others, but for Ji Mo, if he has seen the end of the work that looks like burning pianos and cooking cranes, how can he bear to hand over the things he made to others? Others.

Even if it is shelved for a lifetime and unknown, it is still better than being thrown into the fire, turning into a ball of flames, burning one's heart.

It's all unavoidable, it's all forced.

It forced him to adapt, to get used to it, so that the dull pain seemed to be some kind of natural existence, gradually becoming a part of himself.

"You want to play the piano?" Kuang Yuan was taken aback for a moment, as if he hadn't thought of this, or felt that Ji Mo shouldn't have such a hobby at his age.

Ji Mo raised his head and looked at Kuang Yuan, his face full of innocence and sincere longing, "I want to play such a nice song like Daddy! Let Daddy listen to it!"

Kuang Yuan lowered his eyes, and the shadows under his eyelids were extraordinarily deep, making those bright eyes full of youth always filled with thick clouds. If the weather was about to thunderstorm, the sky would be filled with dark clouds, which would be particularly depressing.

When Ji Mo felt that he had said something wrong, Kuang Yuan finally said, "...Okay, I'll teach you how to play the piano."

Unconsciously, Ji Mo breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally survived a catastrophe, feeling lucky to be "alive".

Back in front of the piano again, this is not suitable for children, but Kuang Yuan didn't want to change to a more suitable piano, but asked Ji Mo to press his hands on the strings, and asked a little coldly: "What did you just do?" How much do you remember, let’s play it.”

He didn't hold down Ji Mo's hand, obviously he didn't mean to guide, and the incense burner beside the piano didn't light up again, and the breeze in front of the bamboo forest was still there, but there was a bit of a cold smell.

Do you feel that your attitude is not correct, or is your desire to learn not pious enough?

Ji Mo hesitated, and glanced at the progress given on the system screen.

[Main task: Musician. 】

[Current progress: Kuang Yuan (Master) - not completed. 】

An "unfinished" has already explained a lot of things, he didn't really want to teach Ji Mo.

why?

Kuang Yuan's father is a musician, doesn't he want his son to be a musician too?The inheritance from the father must always be passed on to the son, which is the simplest and most unconditional inheritance.

Why is this happening?

He seemed a little angry, not happy with how he was learning the piano.

Is it a piano, or—music?

Or, is it a test?