I play the piano in the comprehensive world

The dog Juanjing let the two cats out to make trouble.

In the eyes of teenagers, cats and monsters are equal individuals, and each of them is respected equally-so the dog Jujuan will not join the cat-cat fight.

He thought happily: This is the relationship between cats and cats 0V0

So Ping An's cat bully character, the owner really put a lot of effort into it.

Gou Juanjing tore open the layers of packaging of overseas parcels, and the first thing he saw was the silhouette of Pang Wei playing the piano as the cover.Under the slanting light, sitting in front of the huge black grand piano and not being suppressed by the instrument, the young man's face is calm and steady, more mature than when he was in Barcelona, ​​and a little more cheerful than before.

When the music slowly flowed out, Gou Juanjing realized that he didn't feel wrong.

Pang Wei's musical personality is very unique. This young Huaguo pianist found his own piano personality very early. As soon as you hear it, you know: "This is Pang Wei" is recognizable, and he has won a large number of loyal listeners.

The CD he recorded this time is not the music played in Basel, but Beethoven's album.

With such music in the background, the dog Juan Jing dialed Adamski's phone.

The young Polish pianist said with a smile, "It's on the air so soon."

"Because I'm looking forward to it, I can't wait." Gou Juan said according to his friend: "His piano sounds completely different from a year ago."

Adamski: "Still burning, but warmer."

Gou Juanjing: "It matches well with Beethoven's pieces."

"I also received a text message from Pang Wei during Christmas, which almost scared me to death." Carlo Adamski can still recall the fright he received at that time: "Pang never contacted me before."

Gou Juanjing: "Really? I think he has a pretty good personality."

"...You are probably the only one who can say such things, Xiaojing. By the way, Pang Wei has already recorded a CD, and I heard that Ichinose's album is also in preparation, Xiaojing, when will your CD come out? I am looking forward to it. "

Gou Juan Jing paused, "No arrangement yet."

When the Poles heard this, they felt that the problem was serious.

The release of an album depends on the timing, especially for a blockbuster debut like Goujuan, the first album is especially important.When the public's curiosity about him is at its highest, it is definitely the best time to strike while the iron is hot and make a name for himself.He quickly changed his mind: "Is it because I don't have time because I'm preparing for the cooperation with the London Philharmonic Orchestra?"

That's a world-class band!

Just thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel a sour envy welling up in his heart, which could even be called jealousy.

If it weren't for Liszt, who would dare to say that he doesn't want to cooperate with a world-class orchestra?

Gou Juanjing quickly shattered his illusion: "No, because I'm still far away."

Adamski, who had just drank water, sprayed it far away, and then there was a violent coughing sound from the other end of the electric ring, as well as complaints and messy voices. He waited for a while before picking up the phone again. "Sorry, what were you talking about?"

Gou Juanjuan was dejected: "I'm very bad at playing the piano."

Basai was the first to say to Basai that he had no ranking, I played very badly.

What is squirting from Carlo Adamski's eyes?

Ah, it turned out to be sour juice.

If it hadn't been Xiao Jing, Adamski would have crawled down the phone line to hit someone by now.He asked with a look of horror: "Why do you say that?"

Gou Juanjuan didn't know that he had just escaped a fatal disaster by virtue of his friendship. "I haven't found the 'myself' in music, and it's the first time I feel that music is so difficult."

"It's the first time for you. I've done it many, many times." It's the first time that the Pole has gained confidence in front of his friends.

Woohoo, it's so sour to say it.

"I've said it before, I debuted early because I was poor." Adamski used to be ashamed of his past, but he's moved on from that period and started to face up to his inadequacies.

"I was very happy when I first started playing on stage, but as I continued to play on stage to make money, this feeling disappeared at some point, and playing became a burden. And when I think about it, this emotion It will also be passed on to the audience, and then..."

"The bad reviews are overwhelming."

Adamski's bad reputation among music critics also began at that time, and then he fell into an even lower valley because of bad reviews.

Gou Juanjing: "Thanks for your hard work."

"Hahaha, you are the first person to tell me that."

"When interest and career are linked, all of this is unavoidable." He said: "So I saw your state before, and to be honest, I was quite envious."

Purely playing the piano.

Don't think about anything else but the piano.

It's hard for him to play like that anymore.

"Just seeing you on stage makes me happy."

"It's just my personal opinion, you do have a bit... It's not enough to just see others, you have to take a good look at yourself." Adamski did his best as his friend: "You listen to Pang's music, that guy's piano is full of' Do you like to listen to it or not, anyway, this is my piano's overbearing declaration. Obviously your piano has such a strong power to dominate the audience, how about adding a little more of your own ideas into the music?"

"But..." Gou Juanjing hesitated for a moment.

"Let's be more willful." Adamski said softly, "All reasons can't compare to a sentence of 'I am willing'."

"It doesn't matter how many bad comments others have, at least I'm happy playing it. That's what I think now."

……

Tokyo, Hoshimi Palace.

It has been a year since witnessing the fall of the stars. During this year, Xingjian has been in a coma due to excessive energy consumption. The witch even wanted to follow the stars for a while, but somehow she survived.

She felt that everything was lifeless, and she couldn't take her last breath. She felt like a fish paralyzed on the beach because of low tide in this world where the mysterious power was getting thinner, but she didn't bring any salt to bask in. As a salted fish, he can only hang on to his last breath.

I just want to scold God.

Thief God, did you hear that!

Thief God!

The other world is about to come to an end, isn't she allowed to follow the last star to die?

She is world-weary, and her dreams are full of dark images, so that Xingjian refused to watch the stars for a long time, and only occasionally said some inexplicable words to the recording maids, lest they call the doctor over again.

I don't want to get an injection.

Don't want to take medicine.

She was already too old to die, why did she still need injections and medicine?

Anyway, no matter what she thinks, the witch, as the last existence in the back world that communicates with the world, is still being hanged by human beings in every possible way.

When Xingjian was in such a stalemate with other people in the other world, the news about Sanhu Valley Shrine came over. Xingjian looked coldly at the questioning eyes of the people below, testing the possibility of becoming a god, but his body was full of stench .

how can that be possible.

And they don't know the value of human beings. Now that the gods are gone and the monsters are difficult, how unique they are as human beings-this world will eventually become a world with only humans.

If there is still a god in this world who can become a god, Hoshimi believes that it will be the god of barbarism and spit that hangs high above Yokohama and has done his own way for hundreds of years.

Out of pity for the low-level onmyoji, Xing Jian lay flat on her bed, closed her eyes and fell into a half-awake half-sleep again.

At this moment, the soaring light woke her up, carrying a lot of mysterious power, as if spring water gushed out from the dry spring again, snatching her, a dying little fish, back to the world from the scythe of death.

The witch trembled all over, afraid that what she felt was just an illusion caused by longing.She sat up at a speed that didn't fit her image of a sickly old man, looked up at the beam of light in the distance, and then—tears all over her face.

Tears blurred her chaotic eyes, but the old witch stared at the beam of light persistently, and murmured: "A new hope, a new hope is born."

Then he fell into a deep sleep contentedly, letting a group of people run wild.

Xingjian doesn't care what happens next.

She is obsessed with astrological changes again.

Although she couldn't find the naughty star that brought about the change, the witch knew it was there, somewhere she couldn't see, forming a vortex around him, completely changing the inner world.Now she seemed to have found the Big Dipper to guide her direction, and her body was refilled with vitality.

It's better to be alive.

To live is to see new hope.

Thinking in this way, the maid Wisteria came to her side again and waited on her for today's grooming.

Xing Jian raised his eyelids and glanced at her casually.

--Um.

——Hmmmmmm? ? ?

She and Wisteria have met each other thousands of times, and although the conversations between them are rare, it does not hinder the deepening of their relationship.When Xing saw Wisteria in the past, she was just an ordinary girl, no different from other maids, but looking at it today, she was surprised to find Xing Xing in her body.

See the heir to the stars.

When the other world is doomed to perish, there is no need to inherit the stars as the communication between the world and the earth, but...

Xing Jian smiled and closed his eyes, as expected it is good to be alive.