Night was falling, and the branches in the forest nearby suddenly felt an unusual swaying feeling. Owen walked over, and the body of a bird standing above suddenly became white and turbid, and finally melted into invisible droplets and dripped down.

It was "Mr. Wax"'s messenger. After seeing the spiritual words remaining on the ground, Owen fell into deep contemplation for a long time.

"Vasius comes from the organization related to the 'Snake'."

Later in the night, after finishing the donation and handover ceremony, and participating in some social activities, Sheeran dragged his tired body back to the music director's office.

"It was worth it, right? Things are still going in a better direction."

She asked herself softly and opened the door to Fan Ning's living room. For more than ten days, except for doing some necessary cleaning and bringing in some of her own daily necessities, the layout of the room remained unchanged.

I can barely get a good night's sleep here.

After washing, I slept on my side, but time hung there for a long time in the darkness with my eyes closed, as if I had returned to the insomnia state of the previous few days.

It must have been late at night when she got up again. Next to the grand piano in the middle partition area of ​​the living room, next to her violin music stand, she took out her piano and played the unaccompanied suite No. 2 in D minor.

Five movements, "Chaconne" dance.

The cool breeze of the summer night flows into the water, the bow strings are heavy and steady, and the ancient and sentimental eight-bar theme is like a solemn and sad oath like a pipe organ.

The initial variation is gentle and graceful, the hidden bass theme, and the chromatic melody gradually bring about a sense of eternal desolation, much like this lonely and hazy light, like this silent and dim room.

She felt that her intuitive sense of the things around her was being lost, and the notes engulfed her into darkness, so she simply closed her eyes.

The fingertips were rubbing on the strings, and the spiritual expression was disrupted and reorganized. It was a very large castle, with staggered steps, rooms and gardens, but the ancient theme of the variations remained unchanged, and it would never be possible to escape from the confusion.

Break out from the hesitant mood.

It wasn't until the last lonely, long sigh that the D sound sank into darkness. She raised her bow, finished her sentence, and opened her eyes. Only then did she realize that there was a wood-like texture under her feet, and she found that she was enveloped in a faint golden mist.

"Sheeran." A familiar voice called her name.

The piano and bow in her hands instantly turned into mist, and she suddenly turned her head.
Chapter completed!