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Chapter 522: five hundred and nineteen

   Chapter 522 Chapter 519 "To Alice and the Moonlight."

"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.

  Before he fell asleep, he always had a premonition corresponding to waking, which made him often in a sleep-deprived state of fatigue.

   At this moment, this premonition is also reminding him...he is dreaming.

   Now is a rare rest period in the dungeon. He relaxes his body and mind and goes to sleep with all his heart.

   "Ding dong, dong dong..."

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

   Warm and crisp, just like the bright winter sun.

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

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

   He was dreaming.

   Memories of dreams.

   "My dad should still be smashing things at home. Now when I go back, he will hit me." A somewhat muffled female voice came from the side: "I will go back when he is finished."

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

  The sunlight outside the window shone on her hair, her still green face was round, and a pair of big eyes that seemed to be very clear and bright were staring at his black and white staff.

   "Are you still playing?" she asked.

   "Bomb." He withdrew his gaze.

   He couldn't control his body, he could only see his fingers start to move together, and then he heard a few crisp piano sounds.

   He recognized the piece as soon as he heard two notes, it was Beethoven's Bagatelle in a minor.

   Of course, it also has a well-known name, "To Alice". This piece has a gentle tempo and simple fingering, 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 couldn't reach the ground and swayed slightly beside the legs of the stool.

   "…A kind girl named Alice went around for help for a seriously ill old man. The composer heard her story and was very moved, so he played a wonderful piece of music for the old man on Christmas Eve," he said.

  The piano sound like flowing water flows in the room full of sunlight.

  The music entered the second part, his right hand accelerated, and the clear treble suddenly rose, the treble combined with the stable and continuous bass of the left hand, like a fiery heart beating in the score.

   "...Listening to this song, the old man gradually saw...'The snow peaks of the Alps, the sea around Tahiti, the seagulls, the forest, and the dazzling sun'."

   His right hand moves up continuously from slow to fast. The afternoon light sprinkled on the back of his hand, plated with a layer of white color.

   The girl bathed in the light lowered her eyes slightly. She pulled the collar to prevent the bright light from exposing the scars she had been beaten under the collar.

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

   To Alice.

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

  The bright high pitch is like the fiery emotion of the protagonist, sincere and firm.

   That constant bass, like a burning flame, is an unquenchable fire that dispels the cold on Christmas Eve.

   flicked, his fingers paused.

  It seems that all emotions are gradually frozen in the diffuse music.

  "...The old man saw such beauty, he no longer has loneliness and pity." He said: "He closed his eyes."

  The sound of the piano stopped.

   He glanced at her.

   "What else do you want to listen to?" He said: "The woman is not here today, I can play you a few more songs."

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

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

   suddenly jumped from To Alice to Moonlight, but he didn't seem to realize the difficulty difference between the two songs, so he sat down again.

  The afternoon light sprinkled on the black and white keys.

   Everything in front of him seemed to have been kissed by an elves, and the faint flocs floated 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 disappeared. This is an exceptionally peaceful dream.

  Everything is like, nothing has happened yet.

The    world game is still far away.

   In his ears, there would not be all kinds of cold system sounds, only the music played for her.

  He pressed the melody—

"fire."

   He suddenly heard the girl turn her head to the side, her big clear eyes staring at him—

   "If the dying old man heard snow peaks, sea water, forests and seagulls."

   "Ming An."

   "...in the sound of your piano, I heard fire."

  …

   "Boom!"

  The door suddenly opened wide.

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

  The most intuitive thing is that the shadowy figures floating one after another broke into the light, blocked him, and blocked the bright afternoon sun.

   His hands were still hovering over the keys, and his body was pulled down.

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

  【Child, your name is Su Mingan, right?】

  【We moved the piano first, your father needs this fee. 】

  …

  The picture gradually fades, and the shadows slowly overlap.

   A small voice came from his ear.

   These voices, male and female, old and young, seem to be a group of people chatting.

  These voices, he had heard them when he was young.

  [ICU (intensive care unit) costs more than 8,000 yuan a day, this family can't afford it at all...] ​​This is a male voice.

  【This father is obviously brave in his righteousness. He saved a little girl in front of the car and was seriously injured. How can he have no money to treat the injury? 】This is the voice of a little nurse.

   [Damn it, the driver of the truck was an alcoholic. He hit someone and hit and ran. 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 even get a fart.

  The house of the rescued little girl was so poor that she had no money. You say that there is no money right now... that's not easy to do. Neither the perpetrator nor the rescued can take out half of it. This human life is now equivalent to money, and it depends on thousands of dollars a day. ] This is a woman's voice.

[Yeah, this is a self-inflicted risk. When a man saves people, he has the cognition and ability to understand what he is doing, and he also realizes what the consequences will be, so the compensation is only so much. Say.

  【These days, it’s true that good people don’t get rewarded, and they have to save themselves to save others. 】 Another male voice said with some emotion.

  【Why not talk about it? I think this family is also pitiful. Grandma died of cancer a few years ago. Grandpa couldn’t find anyone. My mother is a well-known person who can play the piano. crazy.

  This mental illness, we all know that it is expensive and troublesome to treat, and it costs a lot of money to see a doctor... The family is supported by a man alone, and the days get worse and worse. Now this man has been brought into the ICU because he saved a person. I'm afraid it won't last long if he sells his property. 】The loud-voiced woman sighed.

  【I just saw someone selling their pianos, and the piano boss is said to be a world famous brand, tens of thousands of dollars! Let this man last a few more days. 】The male voice said.

  【The cost of the ICU... Tens of thousands or tens of thousands of people are hanging on, it's only a few days... If you can't save it, what about ten days, dozens of days? So this one has been demolished? 】

  【It's just suffering the child. 】The little nurse said.

[The child 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 teach again in the future. Maybe I will become a child without a parent and a mother. It's a sin. …]

  【Yes, what kind of people is this father saving? He doesn’t even think about the children in the family. He is the mainstay of the family. Saving people brings down the family. What will the children do in the future…]

  【I don’t have any money... I can’t afford to spend my money, thousands of dollars a day, I don’t know if I can save it... 】

  【Do your best and listen to the destiny. 】

【Ugh…】

  【…】

   He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

  The white light passed through his eyes, stroking his face.

   He opened his eyes and saw the light falling down, a white bed that looked like angel wings and was extraordinarily clean.

  The fine flocs in the air slowly floated in front of his eyes, which were soft feathers scattered by angels.

  Everything is pure white, quilts, bandages, pills, instruments... They together become a gate to heaven, and every trace is extremely dazzling.

   He held a blue-black hand that protruded from the white, and was full of protruding blood vessels.

   Needles pierced through the big blue-black hand, and the bruises coagulated on the back of the stretched skin and did not disperse. This was the trace of excessive slinging and blood drawing.

   Countless tubes were inserted into the body of the man on the bed, they ripped open his flesh and blood, drilled into his bones, and surrounded him like a dying hedgehog.

   The blue-green lifeline pulled his heartbeat and pulse, like a lifeline struggling with death.

   On one side are doctors and nurses in white who are fighting desperately, and on the other side is the abyss of death.

  The man's body has become a battlefield for various equipment and drugs, and the extremely cruel war is unfolding in a steady "tick" sound.

  ...At that time, the man's body was already hanging.

  The man watched him cry, but was still coaxing him. Coax him in pain.

  【Ming An. 】

  【No pain, no pain, just no strength. 】

  【You didn't go to school today? No, you have to listen to the class, you know?】

  【Mom is also in the ward, she doesn't want you to be in such pain, don't cry, we all want to see you grow up well. 】

  【…Be a good adult, don’t hold grudges about your father, you know?】

  【Qin, you can continue to practice, you can learn anything you want to learn, you like reading psychology books, you can also apply for a major in psychology, it doesn’t matter if you don’t make money, you’re happy…】

   [Dad just hopes that you have the same name as you, and you are safe, even if you are the most ordinary person. 】

  【…】

  【…It’s Dad who is sorry for you. 】

  …

   In the last few days,

  The man tossed and turned on the bed in pain and needed the nurse to tie him up.

   He couldn't eat or sleep well. As soon as he opened his eyes, he began to cry out in pain. The pain was such that physiological water ran down his face, and his mouth was bitten by the pain. He was skinny all over, and he felt tired when he breathed.

   But when Su Mingan came, the man would still endure the pain, smiled, and comforted him with the gentlest voice, as if he was the one who was hurting.

   A man's life is extremely tragic in his view.

   Even in the end, he would be tortured by pain, and he had to comfort him in the pain.

   But apart from illness, there are many things in a man that can make people feel happy and relieved.

  …like his existence.

   The result is known, but when the result comes, it is still very sad and painful. Having a concern for the world does increase one's motivation in life. But when it encounters force majeure, it will only let people leave, leaving regrets.

  The man doesn't want him to have any regrets, he wants him to live well.

   With an indelible love, work hard, without regrets, and live well.

After   , the man gradually became unable to speak. Just look at him and keep crying.

   He held the man's hand and looked at the hand that was as blue and purple as the bark of an old tree, covered with a layer of pure white frost.

   At this moment, the sound of the instrument "beeping" made him think a lot.

  ...It seems that there is something similar, exactly the same as this "didi" sound.

correct.

   is that crisp, pleasant treble.

   That burst of high-pitched sounds...can make people see the sea and fire.

  …

  …

  【Alas, I still gave up. 】The little nurse said.

  【…No way, it cost thousands of thousands, even if the small house in the family is sold. 】The woman said.

  【A sin, it seems that I really can't save people in the future...】

[I can't say the same. Who would have thought that the perpetrator and the rescued had no money at home. This was an accident, and the compensation was not enough. The man was already sick, and this collision caused a chain reaction. I didn't want to be a burden, so I gave up. 】

  【It's still for the children. 】

  【Yes, it was the treatment that the man gave up on his own initiative. 】

  【There is still a chance to save him after a long delay, but he himself died, and he has to keep the money for the children to use in the future. After all, if you are cured, you will be disabled, and there will be various diseases...]

  【The man is really a good person, it’s a pity. 】

  【Originally a good home, it became so noisy...】

  【Money, this world really can’t be without money… Without money, you can’t even hold your life…】

  【This has a great psychological shadow on the child, no one at home has taught him, and his father died like this again, will he become a selfish and indifferent person in the future? 】

  【Who knows, no one leads the child on the right track, and it is the age of shaping the three views, the possibility of becoming a bad child is not small in the future...]

  【A man saves a man, but who can save him?】

  【…】

  …

  Su Mingan stretched out his hand.

  The white, pure, almost transparent piano reappeared in that house.

  Because the man gave up the treatment and no longer paid the follow-up fee, the piano was sent back.

   He sat on the piano bench, his fingers slightly bent—

   Debussy's Moonlight.

He played very slowly, very slowly. The difficulty of this piece was beyond his level, but when he played it, he could still feel the sparkling sea, the silver swimming fish passing by, and a touch of Above the sea, the unbearable moonlight.

   The black-haired girl who was listening was still sitting on the chair next to her.

   Under the midnight starlight, her floating black hair was blown up by the wind, like the moonlight kissing that touch of black.

   She listened carefully, listened, but suddenly opened her mouth and said—

   "Ming An."

   "...I can't hear you, the fire in your violin sounds."

  …

   "The fire is out."

  …

   He opened his eyes.

   The familiar three strips of blue, green and orange hung in the upper left corner of his field of vision. The morning light slowly poured into the house, illuminating the wooden house brightly.

   He rubbed his eyes, and Yueyue, who was floating beside her, turned her head.

   "Awake? Good morning," she said.

   "Morning," he said.

   Today is the eighth day of the start of the dungeon, the succession ceremony of the young patriarch.

   This is a critical time point. He must participate in this plot and obtain the authority of the black python.

   His vision was still a little blurry, the rainbow-colored mottles of the sky spilled into his eyes, and a moist and slightly tingling sensation lingered on his body.

   He pushed open the door of the room, but unexpectedly heard a voice.

   "...Big Brother?"

   (end of this chapter)