canary in cage

Everyone's eyes were staring at the wooden planks inside. This condition was too tempting. One gold coin was enough for them to live for a week!

Some people who thought they were talented in art lined up excitedly to participate in the activity competition. Sehir looked at the person sitting on the piano stool, whose gray and black attire looked out of place with the piano.

Cecil found a place with fewer people, stuffed himself in, and looked at the structure of the piano as much as possible.

The person sitting on the piano bench has already started to play, the music is very simple, it is a lullaby that people have heard before going to bed.

There seemed to be a judge's seat around, and the people in the judge's seat listened to the music, unconsciously raised their foreheads, and didn't even dare to look up at the people on the piano.

It seems that under his playing, the value of the piano has dropped a lot.

Looking at the reactions of the people around, the people who were playing happily did not dare to continue playing, and there were several wrong notes in a while.

"Go down! Practice hard and come up!"

"Hurry up and sell it on the street, don't break such elegant things here!"

"That's right, let's go! It's a shame!"

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The people around were booing one after another, and the people on the stage no longer had the courage to start, they turned around and ran away from behind without looking back.

Watching the second person go up, Cecil followed behind to the judges' bench, with as polite a face as possible.

"Hi, I'm here to sign up."

Cecil's voice was very soft, as if he was using a feather to slide across the frozen lake, making people unconsciously want to listen to what the person in front of him had to say.

"This is the number plate, go and line up over there."

The judges took out a sign from the side and handed it to Cecil.

"Thank you." Cecil smiled.

This piano event was specially organized by an aristocrat. They just wanted to make a bet on how many commoners could play musical instruments. Suddenly, they became interested, so they made such an event on Central Street.

These nobles are just looking for something to do all day long.

Sehir looked at the nobles who were having a tea party above his head and sighed, and stood at the end of the line, waiting for the people in front to finish their turn.

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"Who do you like?" The man above who thought he was well-dressed asked with a teacup in his mouth.

"Is it too early to draw conclusions?"

"I think, your idea is too naive, how many meetings can there be here?"

After the person holding the teacup took a sip of the tea, the corners of his lips curled up, and he opened his mouth and said, "Isn't it just to pass the time, there's no need to worry about it, we just enjoy it as the superiors."

As soon as the words came out, everyone around showed an attitude of approval, and the smiles on their faces ticked back again.

The judges sat down with their heads propped up, discussing with each other what to have for lunch, and occasionally they would take a few glances when they heard a sentence or two on the melody.

But for that gold coin, even some people who don't know how to do it just bite the bullet, and their dry and inflexible fingers tap on the keys, stimulating people's ears like a reminder.

The people around looked at the gold coin on the high place, and sighed unconsciously. It seemed that they had no chance with the gold coin.

Cehir was at a loss and was pushed up by the person standing in front of him. The man looked at Cehir with the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

"I won't participate, you go."

Before Cehir could react, the person in front also grabbed Cehir's arm, lifted him in front of him, and said with a smile: "You come first, you come first, and I'll see the situation."

In this way, Cecil was pushed to the front for a while, and the bag in his hand was almost squeezed out.

"Next person."

Immediately afterwards, the judges yelled. The whole process was so fast that even he himself hadn't realized it. Cecil stood still and looked at the judges in front of him.

"Come on, what are you doing?"

It was Cecil who realized it, and walked to the piano with walking steps. After walking in, he could see clearly that the piano was only a third-rate piano, so Cecil put the bag in his hand directly on the piano.

The piano has been used many times, and even some of the timbres are inaccurate. Cecil was pushed to the forefront before he could figure out what tune to play to avoid these keys.

"Boom, what are you doing up there? If you don't know it, come down quickly!"

The people around had already started to boo, but Cecil seemed to be unable to hear it. This isolated environment seemed to be created for him.

Cecil moved the stool forward. Although the condition of the blue seal piano is much worse, at least it can make money, right?

Cecil raised his hand and pressed a key unhurriedly. His slender, white fingers had never done any rough work before, and they pressed on the keys gently, as if they had been polished with warm water.

Smooth notes flowed out from under his hands, like roses on strings, fierce and gentle, intricately intertwined.

Cecil seems to be born to make sounds from the piano, and every note seems to tell his past, dreamy and unreal, both true and false.

It seems that God is complaining about his grief and indignation, begging people to give him salvation.

The bullets are like hot rose petals, shooting in hell, and countless fireworks illuminate the abyss.

Sehir only played half of this piece, because half is enough, he is not a performer, he is just completing what he should complete.

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"I'm done."

Cehir had already walked up to the judges with the bag in hand. The judges were slightly taken aback, looking Cehir up and down, before opening their mouths for a long time: "Next."

No one went up again, and the people who were behind Cehir just now had disappeared. Cehir exhaled and looked at the judges.

"Can I get that gold coin?"

Although gold coins are nothing to him, he needs them now, and he needs to live.

Just as the judges were about to open their mouths, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Of course, but on one condition."

Cecil frowned slightly, and looked back at the man. He was a nobleman who seemed to have just come down from above.

"It's not written like this in your conditions." Sehir opened his mouth to reason.

The people around gasped. Few people could reason with these nobles like this. If these nobles didn't want to give it, they wouldn't give it anyway.

Hearing Cecil say this, the man was amused for a long time, and tears came out of the corners of his eyes: "But I am the organizer, and I can add whatever conditions I say, understand?"

The man's voice gradually cooled down, and he looked down at Cecil.

Cehir tried not to cause any trouble and opened his mouth and asked, "Then what do you need me to do to give me that gold coin?"

Cecil's question was very sharp, and he put his own interests to the maximum in an instant.