Chapter 9: Sheet music of the dead

"weird things?"
Facing Gao Yang's inquiry, Su Zimo showed a thoughtful expression. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "It's just an ordinary training institution. What's so strange?"
"Big Brother." Little Peng Peng, who was standing not far away, suddenly came to pull the corner of La Suzimo's clothes. His big eyes were pure and clear, and he was really a cute kid. "Big Brother forgot something. Are you in the classroom?"
But such a cute little child is not simple in Su Zimo's view.
Because even the confident senior of Gao Yang had begun to believe Su Zimo's lies, the child pulled back the topic that Su Zimo was biased back to and began to confirm Su Zimo's identity again.
Su Zimo didn't feel at a loss because of Peng Peng's problem. He just walked to the upright piano in front of the music classroom and took off some old music from the piano.
At that moment, Peng Peng's eyes suddenly widened.
When he first entered the classroom, Su Zimo had looked around through the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then found this "baby" on the piano.
[Music sheet of the deceased (???
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[Description: Playing piano... Playing piano... Playing piano... Playing piano...]
[special power:? ? ? ]
This is a piano score, but perhaps because of the old relationship, the cover is missing, and Su Zimo can only know its name through the remarks of the text.
"Is it the elder brother's score?" Peng Peng walked closer and blinked again. "Elder brother, I admire the piano player most. Can you play this song for us?" "
"..." Suzi Morton paused. "I don't think it's time to play the piano. Do any of you know where the other people on this floor have gone? I also called the front desk and several duty teachers before I came No one answered the phone."
"It's okay now." Peng Peng looked at the inside of his left arm, looked at Su Zimo with his eyes full of craving and irresistible light, shaking Su Zimo's clothes corner from time to time. After a while, just play for a little while, and then we leave with the elder brother, OK?"
With that, the children squinted and smiled innocently.
Su Zimo is very clear that Peng Peng is not just coquettish. He just wants to see if he, a self-proclaimed "music teacher", will actually play the piano, or what the technique of playing the piano.
But Su Zimo just smiled back, stooped down, put his shoulder bag on his shoulders, and sat down on the soft leather bench in front of the piano. The thin chain on the frame hangs down because of Su Zimo's bending, and the platinum light flashes under the soft light directly above the upright piano.
Su Zimo, who wears fine-chain glasses, can give people a sense of nobility even if they are dressed simply.
This is especially true when the slender porcelain white hands rest on the black and white piano keys.
Feeling the touch of the black and white keys for a long time, the smile at the corner of Su Zimo's mouth flashed. The heirs of the Su family received the teaching of various famous teachers from childhood. How could they not be proficient in one or two musical instruments? Peng Peng's temptations were within Su Zimo's expectations from the beginning.
With one hand, the completely unfamiliar sheet music was opened. Su Zimo memorized the first half of the sheet music at the fastest speed. The other hand had already swiped gracefully on the piano keys, and the notes like the mountain springs flowed from the finger like a cloud. Pouring down.
At first, the jerky feeling that existed between the fingers was well controlled by Su Zimo, and he has regained his mastery of the piano at the fastest speed.
The two veterans Gao Yang and Cheng Jingmeng standing behind Su Zimo only saw Su Zimo playing at the moment when he opened the score, as if he was very familiar with the score in front of him, and he did not know Su Zimo at all. At the moment when the score was opened, how terrible the concentration of concentration and spirit was!
When the practitioners felt that the young man sitting in front of the piano playing music like your son was indeed a music teacher in a training institution, Su Zimo was already immersed in the
music of the deceased
who he first came into contact with.
The musical notes depicted in this sheet of music are like the hazy moonlight in the night sky, like the spring flowing through the forest, like the birdsong that melodiously sings... In short, it is a light music that can completely relax and relax. , Very suitable for listening quietly while sleeping on the lazy couch.
But it may be because the player's understanding of music will be deeper. Su Zimo always feels that there is a slight sadness in these quiet and leisurely notes. That kind of sorrow is like someone is very longing for the leisurely and comfortable life, but they are so desperate that they can't get close to the dream country.
Perhaps because of a new understanding of the score, the notes flowing out of Su Zi's fingers also infected the regretful emotion of the player.
Even the trainers who are standing behind can be infected by that emotion, and their eyes are blank and confused. After all, to the practitioners who must enter the nightmare world after a period of time, they seem to be lost in a different space, have no direction, and can't see a bright future.
It was at this time that Cheng Jingmeng and their practitioners suddenly felt the tingling sensation of a needle stick in their left hand. They unconsciously looked at the raised left arm, and then saw the second stage of the task request!
"Find the ghost hiding in the music classroom and expel it?" Cheng Jingmeng murmured out the blood-carved text on his arm and raised his head to stare at the same dazed Gao Yang.
"What does this mean?" Gao Yang began to look around every corner of the music classroom, and everyone in the music classroom at this time, "Is it where the ghost is hiding in the music classroom? Or is it someone in us? Is it a ghost posing?"
Slowly, most of the practitioners' eyes fell on Su Zimo playing the piano.
Su Zimo, who is not an experienced person, did not know that he had become a "suspect". He just felt the little thing jumping on the bench where he was sitting when he played to the end of the score.
Su Zimo used the afterglow in the corner of his eyes to see the child Peng Peng, who claimed to be "want to learn piano", sat next to him. He raised his fleshy hands and struck down the last note on the score with Su Zimo. Instantly pressed your finger on the blank key.
Turning his head to look at Peng Peng's serious face, listening to the notes flowing quickly between the dexterous fingers, Su Zi was surprised to find that Peng Peng was playing an adapted "Music of the Dead"!
The original sheet music is as gentle as a breeze, and is a perfect comfortable light music.
But the adapted song is as brisk as the jumping sparrow. The rhythm of the adapted song is lighter and more enjoyable. The hidden depression and sadness of the original song seem to be swept away, just looking at the small hands swinging with the notes Children Peng Peng can feel the happiness and relaxation that originate from the heart.
Perhaps it was infected by the children's music. Su Zimo, who originally planned to play only once, eventually couldn't help but join the four-handed team. Ming Suming and Peng Peng met for the first time. Mingming and Ming did not have any rehearsals, but the jumping notes on the black and white keyboard were very beautiful and harmonious.
Peng Peng's big eyes stared at the serious Su Zimo curiously. The rhythm of his was getting faster and faster, but Su Zimo's response was equally impeccable.
If the original music is like someone sitting by the window and listening to the sound of rain falling asleep, then the arrangement that Su Zimo and the children played together seems to gradually change from light rain, the rain hits the glass window, and blossoms Beautiful rain flower. It was like a person who could only sit in the house and could not go out, but now he was wearing red rain boots and rushed into the rain under a red umbrella, dancing with the rain!
In the sound of rain, he can laugh and cry wildly. When a red umbrella flies up to the sky, no one knows whether tears or rain flow on his face.
This may be the feeling of freedom...
The red umbrella that turned into music in the mind of the player fell down, and Su Zimo also knocked off the last note, which ended the whole performance.
The notes are melodious and the sound of the piano lingers, which surrounds the music classroom for a long time.
As soon as the song ended, Su Zimo felt a little tired because of his high concentration of energy, but the children sitting beside him showed a smile on their faces, and they didn't see the tiredness at all. Instead, they seemed to have a very happy time.
This kid seems to have completely forgotten. The setting he gave himself before was a kid who wanted to learn piano.
Even Su Zimo almost forgot that he is now in a nightmare world.
"Brother, you played really well! Sure enough, I still like playing piano! It's really a happy thing to be able to play piano!" Su Zimo had a bright smile before he could relax. Peng Peng hugged him directly, and his tiny body penetrated into Su Zimo's arms, his smiling eyes seemed to contain stars.
At that moment, Su Zimo suddenly found that the original remarks of the score on the piano had changed a lot.
[Music Sheet of the Dead (Three Star)]
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[Description: The young creator has always lived in a controlled and arranged environment. His love for the music world has become black and white due to overloaded practice and squeezing. His playing and the music he created have been reduced to early A tool for making money, but no matter how long he plays in the spotlight, no one can understand his desire for freedom and the helplessness of reality from the music. Now, due to his illness, he left the living world, but he still couldn't give up music in the post-mortem world. Here, he became a child, and returned to the age of his favorite piano. He played piano, piano, piano, Playing the piano, his music started to jump, and the music world in his eyes was once again stained with colors. Because, he finally has a free soul. ]
[Warning: No one is allowed to desecrate his favorite existence. ]
[Special ability: The music played by the creator personally will make humanity burst out with real desires, and also attract more traffic to the store. ]
Has it become a child?
"Peng Peng, don't you..." After reading the long list of notes on the score, Su Zimo seemed to understand what he was, and looked at the kid who was in his arms in surprise.
The children didn't respond, but they still looked at Su Zimo with a smile, innocent and cute.