"Good night."

Looking at Yueyue's transparent figure in the night, Su Mingan closed her eyes.

A sinking feeling came from the bed, and the scene in front of me gradually disappeared.

The blurry barrage in the upper right corner then disappeared, and darkness fell in front of his eyes, like a pitch-black curtain.

Before he falls asleep, he always has a premonition corresponding to waking up, which often puts him in a state of sleep-deprived fatigue.

At this moment, this premonition also reminded him... that he was about to dream.

Now was a rare rest period in the dungeon. He relaxed his body and mind and fell asleep wholeheartedly.

"Ding dong, dong dong..."

After the buzzing of insects in his ears gradually faded away, he heard the sound of a piano.

Warm and crisp, like the bright winter sunshine.

He opened his eyes and saw his hands hovering above the black and white keys.

"...Aren't you going back yet? It's almost dinner time." Before he could speak, he heard his own childish voice.

He is dreaming...

Remember the dream.

"My dad is still smashing things at home. If I go back now, he will beat me." A muffled female voice came from the side: "I will go back after he is finished."

He turned around and saw a black-haired girl sitting on a chair.

The sunlight outside the window shone on her hair. Her face was round and green, and her big, bright eyes were staring at his black and white staff.

"Are you going to play again?" she asked.

"Bounce." He looked away.

There was an ever-present hazy feeling lingering in his vision. He could not control his body. He could only see his fingers starting to move together, and then heard a few crisp piano sounds.

As soon as he heard two notes, he recognized the piece of music. It was Beethoven's Bagatelle in A minor.

Of course, it also has a well-known name, "For Alice". This piece has a slow speed and simple fingering, making it very suitable for beginners to play.

"To Alice," he heard his own voice say, "it comes from a story."

The young Yueyue listened quietly and adjusted her sitting posture.

Her two short legs could not reach the ground and were dangling slightly beside the stool legs.

"...A kind-hearted girl named Alice was looking for help for a seriously ill old man. The composer was very moved after hearing her story, so he played a beautiful piece of music for the old man on Christmas Eve." He said.

The sound of the piano flows like water in the room filled with sunshine.

The music entered Part 2. His right hand accelerated, and the clear high notes suddenly rose. The combination of the high notes and the steady and sustained bass of his left hand was like the beating heart of the music score.

"...Listening to this song, the old man gradually saw...'the snowy peaks of the Alps, the seawater around Tahiti, seagulls, forests, and the dazzling sunshine'."

His right hand moved upward continuously from slow to fast. The afternoon light shone on the back of his hand, coating it with a white color.

The girl bathed in the light lowered her eyes slightly. She pulled her collar to prevent the too bright light from revealing the scars of being beaten under her collar.

In her eyes, only the reflective white keys and the fingers bouncing on the keys were left.

To Alice.

It was a song suitable for beginners, but she heard a lot of emotion in it.

The bright high note is like the protagonist's fiery emotions, sincere and firm.

The continuous bass is like a burning flame. On Christmas Eve, it is the eternal fire that drives away the cold.

Flicking and flicking, his fingers slowly stopped.

It's like all the emotions are gradually frozen in the diffuse music.

"...The old man saw such beauty, he no longer felt lonely and pitiful." He said: "He closed his eyes."

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

He glanced at her.

"Do you want to listen to anything else?" He said: "That woman is not here today, I can play a few more songs for you."

"I don't know the names of these songs." She blinked.

"Then... Debussy's "Moonlight"," he said.

Suddenly jumping from Für Elise to Moonlight, he didn't seem to realize the difference in difficulty between the two pieces, and sat down again.

The afternoon light shines on the black and white keys.

Everything in front of him seemed to have been kissed by an elf, with faint flocs floating in the air, like shining stars.

The blue, green and orange bars in the upper left corner are no longer there, and the barrage in the live broadcast room in the upper right corner has also disappeared. This is a particularly peaceful dream.

Everything is like nothing has happened yet.

The world game is still far away.

There would be no cold system sounds in his ears, only music played for her.

He pressed the note

"fire."

He suddenly heard the girl turn her head and look at him with a pair of big clear eyes.

"Suppose that the dying old man heard the snow peaks, sea water, forest and seagulls."

"Ming'an."

"...I hear fire in the sound of your piano."

…

"Bang!"

The door suddenly opened wide.

Maybe it was kicked open by someone, maybe it was opened with a key, but it doesn't matter, it's just the least important detail in this dream.

The most intuitive thing was the floating dark figures that broke into the light and blocked him in front of him, blocking the bright afternoon sun.

His hands were still hovering over the keys when someone pulled him down.

The piano in front of him was dismantled and moved away. Someone pulled him away from the splendid piano room, and a soothing voice told him

[Child, your name is Su Mingan, right?]

[We will move the piano first, your father needs the money.]

…

The picture gradually fades, and the shadows slowly overlap.

A faint voice came to my ears.

These voices included men and women, old and young, and seemed to be a group of people chatting.

He had heard these sounds when he was young.

[ICU (Intensive Care Unit) costs more than 8,000 yuan a day, and this family simply cannot afford it...] This is a male voice.

[This father was obviously acting bravely and saved a little girl in front of a car and was seriously injured. How could he not have money to treat the injury and be a good man without reward?] This was the voice of a young nurse.

[What a crime! The truck driver was a drunkard. He hit someone and ran away. He fled to the river and fell to his death. He had no property at home, no car, no house, no wife, and he couldn’t afford anything.

The rescued little girl's family is extremely poor and has no money. You said there is no money now... Nothing can be done about it. Neither the perpetrator nor the rescued can spare half of it. This person's life

Nowadays, money is the same as money. I am hanging on for thousands of dollars a day.] This is a woman's voice.

[Yes, this is a self-inflicted risk. When a man saves someone, he has the knowledge and behavioral ability to understand what he is doing and the consequences. Therefore, the compensation is only so much. If the money is not enough, there is nothing to do...]

The male voice said.

[These days, it’s true that good people don’t get rewarded. To save others, you have to save your own life.] Another male voice said with some emotion.

[Why don’t you talk about it? I think this family is pitiful. My grandma died of cancer a few years ago, and my grandpa can’t find anyone. My mother is still a well-known person. She can play the piano. In the past few years, she has toured around the world and lived a wealthy life.

After a few years, the results suddenly went crazy.

Everyone knows that this kind of mental illness is expensive and troublesome to treat, and a lot of money is spent on medical treatment... The man is the only one who supports the family, and the days are getting worse and worse. Now this man was carried into the ICU because he was trying to save someone.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold on for long even if I sell my property.] The loud-voiced woman sighed.

[I just saw someone selling their piano. The piano is a big one. It is said to be a world-famous brand. It costs tens of thousands! It can help this man to survive for a few more days.] The male voice said.

[The cost of ICU...it costs tens of thousands to tens of thousands, and it only lasts for a few days...If you can't save it, how about ten days or dozens of days? Then this whole house will be demolished?]

[It’s just a pain for the child.] The little nurse said.

[That kid also plays the piano very well. I heard a teacher praise him. Unfortunately, the piano has been moved away. I probably won’t have the money to take lessons again. Maybe he will become a child without a father and a mother. What a sin.

...]

[Yeah, what kind of person is this father saving? He doesn’t even think about the children in the family. He is the only pillar of the family. If he saves someone and drags down the family, what will happen to the children in the future...]
To be continued...