I play the piano in the comprehensive world

In the original world orbit, Kora and Yamamoto Goro Zaemon will become the last straw, exhausting the last trace of mysterious power in this world, turning the state of the world's "egg" into a "solid ball", and from then on, Onmyoji and monsters It will only appear in gossip, and conjurers and spell spirits are nothing but urban legends.

When the medicine ball keeps falling until it sinks to the bottom, the whole world is completely over.

To some extent, the two of them bear the responsibility of destroying the world.

Yet miracles brought hope.

Ten years ago, Gou Juanjing couldn't do anything, because he couldn't control his own strength, and he couldn't restrain himself, but now Gou Juanjing, after these years of training, has this group of curse spirits in his hands It was enough for him to follow the clues and find these two mice that had been hiding for thousands of years.

To Kasso and Yamamoto Gorozaemon, it was like a bolt from the blue, Yamamoto felt a hand stretched out from the void, holding his life in his hand.

I... I don't want to...

Yamamoto wanted to yell and vent its fear that seemed like years in seconds, its greedy and cowardly character was the same as when it was a human being, but in reality it didn't even have time to make a sound, and the darkness of death embraced it middle.

Luo Luo was much calmer and felt more extra meaning. It looked up at the sky, and the sky was still blue.

Two brains with one knife.

Just a knife.

None of them thought that their ending would be so dull and boring.

Dog thorns know why - because their existence is no longer necessary.In the past, they were necessary for "Tian", so when they are still needed, "Tian" will minimize the chance of harming them, and try to keep them alive and kicking until the last moment.

But now, with Gou Juan Jing, for "Heaven", these are two dispensable roles, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies, and naturally he no longer has the ability to "turn danger into safety".

So only one knife from Shier is needed.

However, the prudent Spell Killer made one cut and made countless cuts. After chopping the two brains into meat paste, he took out a lighter and burned the residue to ensure that they could not die any more.

A series of brutal operations without leaving any trace shocked Huayu and Lehu.

After finishing the two running mice, Shi'er turned back and asked how to deal with Tuo Gen and his older siblings. Holding a knife in his hand, he asked in a rare mood, "Do you want to cut it off?"

"Do not."

From Shi Er's expression, Hua Yu and Lou Hu even saw a bit of pity. Seeing him, they stuffed the magic tool into their arms, and the two monsters got closer together.

Spell Killer could see clearly that these two were not spell spirits.

Hua Yu and Lou Hu were very wary of him at first, but they couldn't hold back. Among them was a younger brother who opened his mouth to be his father. He jumped from Hua Yu's hand to Gou Juanjing's side, and called him father affectionately.

"Do you want to go home with us? Tuogen also wants to be with you."

Gou Juanjing held up the little octopus, and the little octopus still said the same sentence to them.

A black face and a red face, it can be said that the two monsters who have not been deeply involved in the world have infinitely magnified their affection for Gou Juanjing. In order to stay away from Shier, they are willing to lean towards Gou Juanjing. With a low snort, he followed even tighter.

On the way, Huayu and Louhu were still thinking, hating humans, but not dogs.

why?

"Because it's not human?"

Hanayu, who was thinking straight and straight, found the source.

Gou Juanjing smiled and said, "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"The taste is different."

"I am a human being." Gou Juanjing denied their speculation, "I was born and raised as a human being, and will eventually die as a human being. I am very proud of my human identity."

Just like Crowley.

Gou Juanjing walked in front, Hua Yu and Louhu walked behind, and in their eyes, Gou Juanjing seemed to be shining.Identify and be content with who you are from the bottom of your heart, and face them with pride.

Obviously, the human race has nothing to be proud of, right?

Leo Hu, who was thinking more, wanted to refute him, but he opened his mouth but said nothing.

Shi'er raised his eyes to look at the sky, the thunder flashed faintly, and then fell silent in the dark clouds.

whispering sound.

Spellkiller came last with his hands in his pockets.

……

Paris, Romantic Society.

Mozart was lying on the sofa, holding the tablet in his hand to watch entertainment gossip, making some strange noises while watching, and the curious kitten popped out.From the corner of the eye, the Austrian saw a black figure, cat and cat, and made more noises.

"Xiao Jing had such a good time back home." He sighed intentionally, when he heard Keyword's Ping An rushing up beside him, he was embraced by the musician, buried his face and sucked his breath.

Pingan was not happy, pushed him, but didn't push him, and grunted twice in dissatisfaction, which sounded like a baby.

Mozart laughed: "You can only play peace with me, those two over there are still writing music, and your master is not here, don't be so stingy, give me a couple of breaths."

Ping An stupefied him.

At that time, Chopin was sitting with Liszt, and Mozart thought they were composing the piece they had been holding back for almost ten years, but in fact the two were discussing something irrelevant—Xiao Jing’s birthday present.

"Then, how about the necklace?" Liszt suggested.

"The necklace will catch the little cat." The cat likes to rub people's necks, and wearing a necklace might not be safe.

Liszt thought to himself, what kind of necklace would a cat weighing more than [-] kilograms be able to break through its defenses.

"The brooch?"

"I delivered it last year."

"Hair accessories?"

"A gift from the year before last."

"Suit?"

Chopin thought about it seriously, "It's too late to do it."

Liszt: "..."

Even if Chopin raises another son, it is estimated that it will not be more delicate than raising this disciple.

"Or cufflinks."

Chopin thought for a while, "This can be considered."

"Since you are giving the cuffs, then I can give you the shirt." Liszt was not as entangled as he was. He had ordered the latest season's couture in his mind and had already figured out what to give.

A similar dialogue also appeared between Jingwu Goujuan and Keigo Atobe. The two young people stayed together to read men's clothing magazines, trying to find a suitable gift in them.Gou Juanjing turned the magazine from the first page to the last page and back again, but couldn't find anything suitable.

"Xiaojing, what should I get?" He was very distressed.

Atobe Keigo had already lost his temper by him, "It depends on what your request is."

"Let me think about it," Gou Juanjing carefully listed the screening criteria: "It should be low-key and elegant, not too conspicuous, and not without a sense of presence, preferably something that can be used every day and is more practical."

Keigo Atobe thought for a while: "Watch?"

"No, that will affect playing the piano."

"Hats, scarves, cups, etc?"

"I can use it when I want to go on stage."

Atobe Keigo:"……"

The young master directly put on a speechless expression.

"I don't think about suits, and brooches are not suitable. Silk scarves? Cufflinks? Bow ties?"

"Cufflinks!" Gou Juanjing's eyes lit up: "Just cufflinks!"

After finally choosing a satisfactory gift, he flew back to Paris with a bundle of dog rolls and thorns.

The concert of master and apprentice is scheduled for October 10th.

They thought about it for a long time, and finally Beethoven made a decision, and the members of the romantic club unanimously agreed to set the official performance on the birthday of Gou Juanjing.

Almost all the concert halls had sent invitations to them, but the two of them thought twice, and the first concert was chosen on the lawn of the Romantic Society Manor, and it was held by invitation only.

The blue and clear sky, the vast green lawn, and two grand pianos, one black and one white, all the audience gathered in twos and threes, looking forward to the concert of the new and old generations of the Romantic Club.

Declining the participation of the reporters and the media, under the pretext of preparing to perform, Gou Juanjing sneaked back to the lounge to get the gift he had prepared, intending to surprise the teacher.

As a result, he met Chopin as soon as he opened the door.

The Polish smiled and said, "This just fell out of your cabinet." He held up the box in his hand.

Dog Juanjing:! ! !

"And in my closet, this fell out."

Dog Juanjing:! ! !

"So did you drop this gem cufflink, or this silver cufflink?"

Gou Juanjing: ... The teacher's bad intentions really haven't changed at all.

The Polish rubbed his disciple's head, "Happy birthday, Xiaojing."

In this way, on the afternoon of his 28th birthday, Gou Juanjing put on the cufflinks of his beloved teacher and the gift he carefully selected for the teacher, and sat in front of the piano under the watchful eyes of his relatives and friends.

This is a very comfortable concert.

It is not luxurious, not extravagant, there is no spotlight or flash, but it is enough for a happy concert.

"Every year in the future, there will be a recital on Xiaojing's birthday."

"I will come next year!" Mozart raised his hand to sign up.

"It should be me first!" Liszt was dissatisfied.

"I can do it too, my piano is actually quite good." Mendelssohn joined in the fun.

"Hahaha... just make it into a series of recitals."

"It's a good idea. We can bring the younger generation over after we finish our round."

"How about doing a documentary by the way? One episode at a time! Before and after!"

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END

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A little extra in the middle:

In the third month after returning to Japan, Gou Jumaki began to run around with the camera in his arms.He didn't answer events or performances. Although his name was popularly searched on social networks every day, he unexpectedly led a leisurely and slow life.

He returned to the violin store in Yokohama after a long absence. The owner was much older, but he was still sitting there, wearing his reading glasses, with a newspaper in his hand, squinting his eyes for a long time before he recognized him. The man came, hummed arrogantly, and raised his chin towards his treasure.

"Why didn't you come safely?"

"Bring it to see you next time."

Gou Juanjing was also welcome, sitting on the piano, his fingers fluttering among the black and white keys, a string of melodious notes jumped out, the melody was simple and catchy, unforgettable once he heard it.

"Little Star Variations".

The boss's eyebrows were raised high, the newspaper in his hand was slowly put down, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

The sound of the piano is bright and lively, the colors are rich and changeable, and it is a gorgeous little star.

Growing up, becoming famous, technology has improved, but people seem to have never changed.