First Player

Chapter 577: Five hundred and seventy-four

   Chapter 577 Chapter 574 "Ming An, Mom is so painful."

  Su Mingan opened his eyes.

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

   He is "Number One", the one with the highest status. If he can take the opportunity to come up with some plans, he can control the overall situation invisibly.

   He closed his eyes and fell back into sleep.

  The night wind was blowing on his cheeks through the window screen, he wrapped the quilt around his head and turned his back to the window.

  …Tired.

   The eighth world ended, and he only took a short three-day rest in the middle, and he was also tested by the organizer... His mental state did not return at all.

…too tired.

   Maybe because it was late at night, the sound of gunfire fighting outside the window stopped, and instead, a tune that sounded like a piano, someone was playing an instrument.

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

  …It was an ordinary winter night, and as a child he played a Schubert serenade.

   Maybe he was so tired that he actually started having such a dream.

   He missed a note, and the piano shell was pressed down by the woman and smashed on the backs of his hands.

   He pushed her away, a dull pain in his hands. When the woman saw the blood, she burst into tears and said she would take him to see a doctor, but she seemed to have forgotten that this was the injury she had just smashed.

  【Ming An... Mom, Mom is so painful. People outside say that Mom has skills but no emotions. You have emotions. Why can't your skills keep up? 】

  【You don't know how much your mother envy you, your piano sound is your mother's most precious treasure. But why, why are you wasting this talent? 】

  【—No, it’s all because of you. Before giving birth to you, mom clearly blended emotion and piano sound very well... It was you who took away mom’s treasure... 】

  【If you didn't meet your father...if your father could spend more time with your mother, if your father didn't need to be on duty, training, on duty, staying home at night...]

  【If Dad could accompany Mom when she was most vulnerable, if Dad didn't always disappear... Mom wouldn't be like this at all...]

  Anxiety, sadness, joy, anger... He had never seen such a mix of emotions on one person's face at the same time.

   The woman's expression was half happy and half angry, like half of her face was torn open, with the corners of her mouth upturned and smiling, but the angry corners of her mouth could not be controlled.

   She reached out and grabbed his blood-stained wrist, as if to crush his bones.

   So he rushed out without hesitation and rushed downstairs.

  A woman is a person who makes it difficult for him to evaluate.

  ...If I really want to say, it is a lunatic, a mentally abnormal lunatic. 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 level of horror.

  Sometimes, she almost knelt down and begged him to play the piano, looking at him like a lover... But when he played wrong, she would break his hand in a state of hating iron.

  【Ming An, Ming An, don't go... Mom knows it's wrong, stay with Mom, Mom will take you to see the doctor. 】

  【Healed your hand, mom taught you to play Debussy's "Moonlight", okay... Bach, Canon, Czerny... Mom accompanies you to practice every day, don't go... 】

  【Ming An, Mom is so painful, so painful... Mom wants to die, but Mom can't bear you... 】

   He did not look back.

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

  So, 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, after a tour performance, after being commented by a master that "no emotion, no skills", she huddled at home like crazy, and stayed out of the house.

   She seemed to be able to see a pair of people mocking her when she went out, commenting on her gaze at will. As soon as she goes online and logs on to the forum, she will see a series of negative comments about her.

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

   Laundry, grocery shopping, cooking, taking care of children... The complexity of life has made her young and beautiful face more dim and stained with ugly spots that cannot be erased.

   Her hands began to suffer from frostbite, and every winter when she played the piano, her arms trembled with pain.

   She thought her happy marriage had rubbed off her beautiful youth. Instead of comparing lipstick shades and looking in the mirror, she often sat unkempt in front of the piano all day without touching a single key.

   He was four years old and she was crazy.

  Grandpa disappeared before he was born, and his grandmother died not long ago. Grandpa and grandma didn't want to manage the house, so the housework was handed over to him.

My father often only came back after half a month. The family's wealthy financial situation was getting worse and worse. The medicine for women was very expensive. The house began to get smaller and smaller, and the car was gone. A piano that women often stare at.

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

  …After that, it became like that.

  After he rushed out of the building, he dragged his thin body and walked out. The world was huge, but he didn't know where to go.

  The scene in the dream is blurry, and the memory of childhood is not very clear. In the end, he saw an ordinary street... a street that was a little desolate, but not dim.

  A child, walking alone on a deserted street in the middle of the night... What was he thinking at that time?

...Maybe, thinking that grandma was still alive, she would take out maltose from her pocket to give him, maybe, thinking about the time when the family of three went to the park for an outing before the woman was so crazy... The spring is warm, and the warm wind will Wrapping around him, that kind of warmth is definitely more able to endure than the cold wind at this time.

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 some children would huddle in their parents' arms and make trouble, but all of this had nothing to do with him. It doesn't matter.

   Coincidentally, in this open street, while walking alone, he suddenly encountered another existence full of scars.

   She had black hair scattered, and her hair was darker than the cold winter night. She held a wooden sword in her hand and looked at him with bruises all over her body. The desolate street scene unfolded before their eyes.

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

  【You also escaped. 】she says.

  【Just 'growing up' has become very difficult for us. ] She said: [But I can't blame them...they are family, they're the only ones...we can't blame them. 】

  【If you can grow up. ] She said: […I don’t want to blame anyone, I want to leave that place, forever and ever, completely. 】

   He wanted to speak.

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

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

wake up.

  The open street in the dream gradually blurred, twisted, and moved away from him.

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

  …

  Su Mingan opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

   He glanced at the system time, it was still a while before dawn.

  【Good morning, An Jiang! It's four thirty-two in the morning! It is recommended that you continue to supplement adequate sleep, sleep for eight hours, to prevent blurred memory, mental decline, sudden death and other symptoms! 】

  【Good morning, Doctor. 】

   Two voices, one in front and one behind, rang out from his left and right hands.

  A Du in his left hand is still the faceless man with no set appearance. In the right hand, Xi Ke has blond hair, and a pair of blue eyes are very beautiful.

   In terms of appearance, A Du was a fiasco.

   Coupled with Xi Ke's beautiful female voice, A Du, who was mechanically matched, failed again.

  【An sauce! This Hico AI is so annoying! Get rid of it, get rid of it! ! 】Adu became angry: 【I will never allow someone to take my place! 】

  Su Ming'an made a "snap", and A Du, who was noisy, went to sleep, and he controlled the wheelchair to go out.

   The oncoming wind with the smell of metal 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.

"Gululu..." The sound of the wheels rolling over the metal fragments sounded, and Su Mingan drove forward. The sound aroused some alert people. They were leaning against the earth wall, their dirty faces were full of vigilance, like a Rat living in the sewer.

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

  Su Mingan suddenly saw a wobbly figure walking from the other side of the open street.

   She wore jet-black hair, her hair was messy, as if it had been torn by force, and a thin red cape was draped over her shoulders. A pair of slender, reed-like legs were exposed, revealing bruises and pinch marks. As she walked, her whole body trembled slightly, as if she was sick or cold.

   As he approached, Su Mingan could see her face clearly - it was a pale face wrapped in white fluff, like frost and snow.

Her eyes are long and narrow, the color of the eyeballs are dull, her lips are extraordinarily bright red, as if a layer of bright red blood has been wiped off, and the inferior powder on her face is rustling in the cold wind, washing the soft face like a snow-white face. new wall.

   She suddenly raised her eyes and met Su Mingan's.

   After a while, she turned her face away slightly, not wanting to meet his eyes.

   She is a very beautiful girl, she looks no more than sixteen years old. If she is on Zhai Xing, this is the age when she has just entered high school and can sit in a warm classroom and listen to her class.

   "Kacha, Kacha" The metal piece was smashed by her sharp high heels, she coughed and shivered in the cold wind.

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

   She may be Dong Anan's sister Xiaomei who went out to work that night. She doesn't know what her job is.

   As he continued to drive forward, a gust of night wind was blowing, and he suddenly smelled the fragrance of fat powder.

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

   They used the fire to each other, laughed in a low voice, and talked about some vulgar topics in dialect. A thin cloak was draped over them, wrapping the slender and fragile body beautifully.

   Seeing Su Mingan in the wheelchair, their eyes showed a bit of astonishment. One of the slightly slender women hesitated for a moment and approached him.

  Su Mingan has figured out what occupation they are engaged in.

   "… Mr. masked, it's a cold winter night, do you need someone to accompany you?"

   The woman's words came out, and the voice translated by the system had a weird tone.

  Su Ming'an has understood their 'work'. Such 'work' exists in any world.

   He looked into the distance along the wide street, and could vaguely see slender figures standing in rows under the dim yellow street lamps, or some tall or thin figures of drunken men. Women with heavy make-up passed by holding the surrounding men, and the lights in the rooms on both sides were dimmed.

   There are many women, not too old, not even more than sixteen or seventeen years old. They show their slender wrists and ankles, and their bodies are shivering under the thin cloaks.

   The girl in the red cape just now should be one of them.

   "...I don't need it." Su Mingan's voice was so low that he was a little surprised.

   He had never seen such an intuitive world.

   In other words, he is too young, he has never seen such a [real] world.

   The woman laughed and stepped back slowly.

  As an inferior personality, she has hands and feet, but can't find a job. As soon as she entered the city, she was easily arrested because of her emotional overload. She could only do this kind of work that could bring in money at night, otherwise she would starve to death.

   She also understands that a gentleman in a wheelchair probably does not need such a service.

   "Then you can do whatever you want. It's best not to come out and wander around at night. People like us will misunderstand." The woman said, she took another breath of cigarette, and her expression had become a little impatient.

  Su Mingan turned the wheelchair and turned back from the path. The air pressure on this street was too low and the wind was too cold.

   There were faint laughter from the women behind, as if they were talking about how everyone in a wheelchair wanted to have fun, or maybe they were talking about where to get breakfast tomorrow.

  The strong engine oil smell, the mechanical rust smell, the fat powder in the air and the cigarette smell are combined.

   After returning to the room, he bent down and picked up the dagger that "Dong An'an" wanted to assassinate him earlier.

   He stared at the reflective side of the dagger, stared at his own clear, pure gray human eyes without any mechanical texture, and muttered to himself.

  …

   "Asa Aktor..."

   (end of this chapter)