Su Mingan opened her eyes.

He stared at the dark ceiling, thinking back to the meeting just now.

This kind of high-end meeting every night is very beneficial to him.

He is "Number One", the one with the highest status. The other eight people will refer to his opinions when discussing. If he can take the opportunity to propose some plans that are beneficial to this side, he can control the overall situation invisibly.

He closed his eyes and fell back into sleep.

The night wind blew through the window screen and blew on his cheek. He wrapped the quilt around his head and turned his back to the window.

Perhaps because it was late at night, the sound of gunfire outside the window had stopped. Instead, there was a tune that sounded like a piano, and someone was playing an instrument.

Playing musical instruments at night, such as suona, bells and drums, is really annoying. But the sound of this piano-like instrument is very soft, like a serenade at night. Not only is it not noisy, but it also helps you sleep.

Even in this world where the status of humanism has declined and cold machines are prevalent, there are still people who are addicted to music.

In the sound of nocturne to help him sleep, he had a dream.

...Maybe it was just an ordinary night in winter, when he played a Schubert serenade.

However, he made a mistake on the last staccato, so the piano case was pressed down by the woman's own hands and hit the backs of his hands.

He pushed her away, and there were waves of dull pain in his hands. When the woman saw the blood, she began to cry loudly. She pulled him and said she wanted to take him to a doctor, but she seemed to have forgotten that this was what she had just punched out. hurt.

[Ming'an...Mom, mom is in so much pain. People outside say that mom only has skills and no emotions. You have emotions, why can't your skills keep up...?] [You don't know how much mom admires you, yours The sound of the piano is my mother's most precious treasure. But why, why are you wasting this talent?] [Everyone is wrong, it's all because of you. Before giving birth to you, my mother clearly integrated emotions and the sound of the piano very well... It's you Taking away mom's treasure] [If I hadn't met your dad... If your dad could spend more time with mom, if dad didn't have to be on duty, train, be on duty, stay up late at night... if dad could be with mom when she was most vulnerable Around me, if my father hadn't disappeared all the time... my mother would never have been like this...] He had never seen such mixed emotions of anxiety, sadness, joy, and anger on a person's face at the same time. The woman's expression was half happy and half happy. Angry, as if half of her face was torn open, and while she was smiling, she could not control the corners of her mouth that were depressed. She stretched out her hand and grabbed his blood-stained wrist, as if she wanted to crush him. bone.

So he rushed out without hesitation and rushed downstairs.

A woman is a person that is difficult for him to evaluate.

...If you really want to say it, she is a madman, a mentally ill madman. Only music can make her black and white life come alive, and only emotional music can enter her almost rigid brain.

Her love for the piano and music has reached a terrifying level. Sometimes, she almost kneels down and begs him to play the piano, looking at him like a lover... but she can be so angry when he makes a mistake. The posture of steel was about to break his hand.

[Ming'an, Ming'an, don't leave... Mom knows you're wrong, stay with mom. Mom will take you to the doctor and her hand will be cured. Mom will teach you how to play Debussy's "Moonlight"... Bach, Canon, Czerny... Mom will practice with you every day, don't leave...] He didn't look back.

The only thing that can sustain a woman's life is music, and he can bring it to her.

Therefore, in her morbid and absurd thoughts, he was no longer her child, but an emotional piano-playing robot that could bring her satisfaction and happiness.

In the early years, during a tour performance, after being commented by a master as "no emotions, no skills", she went crazy and shrank at home, staying behind closed doors. It seemed as if she could see people laughing at her when she went out.

, feel free to comment on her sight.

As soon as she goes online and logs into the forum, she will see negative comments about her.

Her madness reached its peak after her husband was on duty for a long time and stayed away all night.

Laundry, grocery shopping, cooking, taking care of children... The complexity of life made her originally young and beautiful face become more and more sallow, stained with ugly spots that could not be erased. Frostbite began to appear on her hands, and every day

Playing the piano in winter will make your arms tremble in pain.

The marriage she thought was happy had worn away her beautiful youth, and the deformed body shape after giving birth made her even more irritable. She no longer repeatedly compared lipstick colors and looked in the mirror, but often sat with her hair unkempt all day long.

In front of the piano, don't touch a single key.

He was four years old at the time and she went crazy.

His grandfather disappeared before he was born, and the grandmother who protected him died not long ago. His grandparents were unwilling to take care of the family, so the housework was left in his hands.

My father often came back after more than half a month. He used the woman's savings from her previous concert tours to hire a nanny, but the nanny was scolded and kicked away by the woman.

The family's originally affluent financial situation became worse and worse. The medicine the woman took was very expensive, the house began to get smaller and smaller, and the car was gone. The only thing that could not be replaced was the piano that the woman often stared at.

Later, the woman began to teach him how to play the piano, and her hope was so hot that he could not resist.

...After that, it became like that.

His hand was smashed, and after rushing out of the building, his hands felt severe pain. He dragged his thin body out and walked out. The world was big, but he didn't know where to go.

The scene in the dream was vague, and the memory of his childhood was not very clear. He might have turned left or right, but in the end he saw an ordinary street...a street that was slightly bleak, but not dark.

A child was walking alone on a deserted street late at night... What was he thinking at that time?

...Maybe it's because he thought that grandma was still alive and would take maltose out of her pocket to give him. Maybe it was because he thought about the time when the family of three went for an outing in the park before the woman was so crazy... The spring day was warm and the warm breeze

It would wrap around him, and that kind of warmth would definitely be more durable than the cold wind at this moment.

He endured the pain in his hands and walked on the asphalt road between the masonry platforms on both sides. The surroundings were empty and quiet. The windows were dark in the middle of the night. Maybe they could convey the aroma of delicious food or the sound of laughter during the day.

Children will huddle in their parents' arms and play, but it has nothing to do with them.

Coincidentally, while walking alone in this open street, he suddenly encountered another being covered with scars.

She had loose black hair, which was even darker than the cold winter night. She was holding a wooden sword in her hand, and she looked at him with her whole body covered in bruises. The desolate street scene unfolded before their eyes.

She stared at him blankly, their experiences were so similar.

[You escaped too.] She said.

[Just growing up has become very difficult for us.] She said: [But I can’t blame them. They are family.

Only people... we can't blame.] [If we can grow up.] She said: [I don't want to blame anyone, I want to leave that place, forever and completely.] He wanted to speak.

He wanted to say that there will be a day when you in the future are completely far away from the gloomy past, you have traveled to many worlds, and you have become a very good person.

However, he didn't have time to say this.

wake up.

The open streets in his dream gradually blurred, distorted, and moved away from him.

The snow that fell in winter turned into a pale white and faded away, leaving no trace.

Su Mingan opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

He looked at the system time and saw that it was still a while before dawn.

[Good morning, An Jiang! It is now 4:32 in the morning! It is recommended that you continue to get enough sleep and sleep for eight hours to prevent symptoms such as blurred memory, mental decline, sudden death, etc.!] [Good morning, doctor

.] Two voices, one after the other, rang out from his left and right hands respectively. He looked at the two virtual figures on his hands, feeling helpless.

Du on the left still looks like a faceless man with no set appearance. Xiko on the right has blond hair and beautiful blue eyes.

In terms of appearance, Ah Du failed miserably.

Coupled with Xiko's beautiful female voice, A Du, whose voice was mechanically matched, failed miserably again.

[An Jiang! This Xiko A is so annoying! Get rid of it quickly, get rid of it!!!] Ah Du became angry: [I will never allow anyone to take my place!] Su Mingan made a "pop" sound, and the noisy Ah Du entered

In the dormant state, he controlled the wheelchair and went out.

The oncoming wind, which smelled of metal and rust, was cool. He raised his head and saw the airship passing slowly under the high gray-blue dome, like dark clouds covering the sky.

Mountains of metal garbage of varying heights are piled up around it. This is a residential area, mostly bungalows or small two-story houses. High and low snoring can be heard from the room, and some people simply sleep outside wrapped in a sheet.

"Gululu..." The sound of wheels crushing metal fragments sounded as Su Mingan drove forward. The sound awakened some alert people. They leaned against the earth wall, opened their sleepy eyes, clenched their hands and never let go.

The worn-out firearms, the dirty face full of vigilance, like a rat living in the sewer.

This place is like a dead black and white painting, with only dim black, gray and white left. Even if you are just walking there, you will feel a deep depression from the level of survival and human nature.

Su Mingan walked forward slowly, and suddenly saw a shaky figure walking from the other side of the open street.

She had jet-black hair, and her hair was messy, as if it had been torn by force. She wore a thin red cloak on her shoulders, and the high-quality white fluff at the collar wrapped her slender neck. A pair of slender neck

Her reed-like legs were exposed, revealing blue and purple pinch marks. As she walked, her whole body was shaking slightly, as if she was sick or cold.

As he got closer, Su Mingan could see her face clearly - it was a pale face wrapped in white down, like frost and snow. Her eyes were long and narrow, their eyes were dim, and her lips were extremely bright red, as if they had been smeared.

A layer of bright red blood and inferior frost on the face were floating in the cold wind.

Wash that soft face like a new snow-white wall.

She suddenly raised her eyes and met Su Ming'an's eyes. After a moment, she turned her face away slightly, not wanting to look at him. She stepped on a pair of flashy shoes with slightly high heels and walked past garbage and metal pieces.

On the ground, the figure is shaky, like a reed that may fall at any time.

She is a very beautiful girl who looks to be no more than sixteen years old. If she were on Zhai Xing, she would be at an age where she had just entered high school and could sit in a warm classroom and listen to classes.

"Click, click" the metal piece was crushed by her sharp high heels. She coughed and shivered in the cold wind.

When passing by her, Su Ming'an noticed the direction she was heading, which was Dong An'an's house.

She might be Dong An'an's sister who goes out to work at night. I don't know what her job is.

As he continued to drive forward, a gust of night wind blew by, and he suddenly smelled the aroma of powder.

He raised his eyes and saw two women standing against the wall under the mechanical light in the distance, smoking cigarettes.

A soft halo of light fell on their faces with brightly colored lipstick, turning the white and red of the makeup into a hazy yellow. In the cold night wind, their limbs were exposed, and their fingers were red from the cold, like ten slender fingers.

of carrots.

They borrowed the fire from each other, laughed in low voices, and talked about some vulgar topics in dialect. A thin cloak was draped on them, wrapping their slender and fragile bodies beautifully.

Seeing Su Ming'an in the wheelchair, their eyes showed a bit of astonishment. One of them, a slightly slender woman, hesitated for a moment and approached him, and an increasingly clear smell of fragrant powder hit her face.

Su Mingan has already figured out what profession they are engaged in.

"...Mr. wearing a mask, this is a cold winter night, do you need someone to accompany you?" The woman's words came out, and the system-translated voice had a strange tone, and her eyes were bright,

The aroma is also very attractive, with a hint of tobacco. If a man who has been tired for a day passes by here, he will find it difficult to refuse such a beautiful woman.
To be continued...