Outside the house, the cicadas are singing endlessly, and the branches under the moon are green and stretched.

Xiao Bimer looked up.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, which were already three meters high, flush with the vines, and felt the beauty of nature, a man walked in the air.

The foot, naked, as if stepping on flat ground, stirred up ripples in the air, with sparkling ripples.

The most striking thing is the messy hair, dancing disorderly in the air, like thousands of tentacles, arrogant and deceitful. Until the man walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, raised his feet, as if a person in another time and space, ignored the floor-to-ceiling window, and went straight through the completely closed floor-to-ceiling window, and walked in front of Xiao Bimo.

Xiao Bimo noticed his face at this time, noticed the pair of eyes like white jade under the moon, the meticulous but handsome and bewitching face, and a cold aura suddenly descended on Bingle House, under the moonlight, he was so evil.

Xiao Bimo couldn't help but hold his breath, the scene in front of him reminded him of the biography that Mr. Joel had said: In ancient times, there were sixteen giant gods on the earth who competed for supremacy, among which the moon god Grell was known for his indifferent personality and evil appearance. And right now, this person under the moon is so tall in Xiao Bimer's eyes—he is the place where everyone's eyes converge, the top of the stars, and the eye of the ancient gods, and countless stars are all dimmed, sprinkling the starlight on him.

This scene left too deep an impression on Xiao Bimo.

He was five years old, he had seen groveling, he had seen everything related to dignity, he had seen panic and fear, but today's scene had eclipsed the various images in his memory, and it was the first time he had seen a person who dared to be so arrogant and stand in front of him with such a posture.

He was curious, strange, excited, but not uneasy.

Alexander Flogg, is this his new teacher?

The moonlight was cold, shining on Xiao Bimo's face, he looked so unfocused, under the unique fragrance from the dark forest coming from the floor, his heart slowly calmed, as if there was a Zen horn turning in his head.

The moment Frog stretched out his hand, his unbridled hair fell, and he moved his palm to brush the hair behind his ear. He walked towards the piano in a very rhythmic way, his long straight legs making him more and more erect, and the burgundy suit made him so noble, so eye-catching in the dark night illuminated only by the moonlight.

Walking to a piano, he reached out and held the piano as if holding a weightless piece of white paper, put it in his hand, moved, and landed directly in front of Xiao Bimer, next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The moonlight sprinkled on the black and white keys made it more elegant, and the unique metallic luster seemed to carry a beautiful melody, and Frog sat on the throne that appeared out of thin air, looking at the light and shadow in front of him, and his body was full of seriousness and solemnity.

"I chose the night because I revere the moonlight, and this is the Moonlight Song. His voice was slightly high-pitched, full of magnetic, melodious words that were coherent like notes in a piece of music, and his eyes seemed to appear in deep space, with stars shining brightly, and a frost moon rising in it.

He shook his hand lightly, and he had red wine in his hand. He flicked his thumb, and the cork hit the floor, and he shook his hand again, and there was a wine glass.

The wine is poured, drunk, and subsequently placed on the piano stand.

At the same time, his gaze was suddenly desolate, and the hair behind his ears was fluffy again, looking not casual, but messy, and while crossing his cheeks, he brought a song that belonged to Yuehua, and that face was also like a demon - mixed with madness and strangeness.

His fingers turned white, and he could see the black and white blood flowing between his hands, and through his skin, the piano was wrapped in brilliance, like a miracle.

"Do-" in C major, the fingers pressed, followed by the frost on the face, the body shook quickly and violently, and the seemingly frantic movements were a pair of solemn, solemn eyes.

Xiao Bimer turned around in a circle, and then froze.

He swore that he had never been to this place, he stared at Frog intently, but he was so cold, he was originally in the house, he had already left at this time, he did not notice the change of heaven and earth and was already in this ice and snow, the sky and the earth were pale and bright, but even so, there was still a bright moon in the sky during the day, as if it was close in front of him, and he could touch it with his hand.

Playing on the snowy plateau in the distance, Frogg is immersed in his own music.

Xiao Bimo stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Mingyue, but he felt empty, only the cold wind crossed his fingertips, he couldn't help but shiver, it was too cold.

"You're small, but you need to know a little. Frog's voice was cold, and his fingers were like phantom strokes, tapping the keys as if instinctively.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiao Bimo from a distance, his face was a mixture of madness and stupid smile, calm and enthusiastic, as if the demon and the angel appeared in the same body, fierce confrontation.

He smiled but seemed to be expressionless, and his voice was as cold as his surroundings: "The instrument speaks of the soul, and you interpret it, so you have to go through it." ”

Xiao Bimo didn't understand, he only knew that he was still young, he was only surprised by the changes in the world, he was just shocked by the teacher's expression in front of him.

The voice that seemed to be out of the world and close at hand let him know that this was already in class. He tried to write it down, and then tried to understand, but the cold of the outside world froze all his thoughts.

He stared blankly at Frog's fingers, which were the same color as heaven and earth. He struck fast, and the cold wind came to the sky, he struck slowly, and the frost flowers melted, and he paused for a moment, and the bitter frost spread from the soles of his feet to his brain, and he struck the syllables, and the ground cracked, and he struck the syllables again, and the blood stopped flowing—

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Bimo didn't think about it anymore. He was frozen in place, like ancient amber, and in the amber he seemed to tremble, as if he was thinking about something, but there was no fear.

The world is darkened, and the body is stiff.

All this made Xiao Bimo curious, the air was thin, so uncomfortable - Xiao Bimo felt as if something had faded from his soul, his hands were shining silver, and his back seemed to have a pair of wings on his back.

Around him was surrounded by stars, the heavens and the earth changed again, he seemed to be swimming in the starry sky, he could move.

In the distance, far, far away—it seemed as if a hazy star caught his eye, and he looked up, and when he looked over—he saw an illusory star—and then the world went dark.

The movement of Frog's fingers began to slow, and he looked up blankly at the snowfield, as if looking for something.

The music slowed down at this point, his hair slowly fell out, his breathing slowly evened out, his eyes darkened, and his face appeared disappointed and painful.

Finally, his fingers pressed on a key, and the long tail note seemed to announce the end of the piece, as if he sighed helplessly.

At this time, the snow field quickly faded, and the world around it returned to the Bingle House again. And Xiao Bimo, who originally seemed to be dozens of miles away, stood in front of him.

In fact, in front of him was a one-meter-high ice crystal.

He took the red wine glass from the piano stand and sipped it quietly, he was elegant and noble in the moonlight, how could he have been a little crazy before. With red wine in one hand and a red wine glass in the other, he walked towards Xiao Bimo without hurrying or slow.

Entered, crouched down, his eyes were level with Xiao Bimo's, he saw curiosity, joy, strangeness, but not fear and despair.

This made a smile suddenly appear on his face, like the Holy Light descending, so noble, as if the center of the whole world.

He paused for a long time, and finally exclaimed in exclamation: "This wretched man. ”

He sprinkled the wine on the ice crystals like a ritual.

He watched the red wine scatter into several strands, digging countless trails down the mountain, flowing towards the ground, and he spilled it endlessly.

It wasn't until the wine had been spilled that he looked at the glass, where he saw himself, his bewitching countenance, which should have stood at the center of the world forever—why was it so abominable.

He laughed, laughed even more, and when he looked up, he slammed his glass into the ice crystals, the liquid like a wave crashing into the air, and finally gathered into bundles and hit the ice crystals straight up.

Raising his nose, Frog's face was close to the ice crystals, sniffing, he smelled death, he smelled decay, smelled the end of everything, his newly grown mouth wanted to roar, but he calmed down, and whispered to the ice crystals in front of him: "You, what a waste." ”

With that, he stood up and never looked back.

He stepped on the floor and headed outside.

He opened the door and closed it.

He looked at the delicate and beautiful woman waiting outside the door, and said, "This is Xiao Shen's last request, and he has passed my test. ”

His voice was cold, with a sense of distance that had been isolated from the world for nearly a thousand years.

He continued: "Although I do not accept him as a disciple of my own lineage, you must not interfere with my teaching of him. ”

He got her consent, which made him amused and walked away.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

Seeing her standing outside the door as if waiting for something, he added again, "He, probably dying, because, he, has been to my ice field." ”

Sure enough, as soon as his words fell, he saw the change in the woman, her eyes were wide, her face was twitching, and her teeth were about to pop out, she rushed straight in, even so, she still left a sentence: "If he has something to do today, even if you are Floge, you will not survive tomorrow." ”

He nodded, as if in response to the sentence, in fact he already knew the script.

He lifted his feet and walked outside again, only to see a deeper loneliness in his eyes.

He saw his past in him, and he saw his future in him.

It was madness, it was also despair, and finally it was lonely and silent, and when it was in its prime, it was like old age and twilight years, how sad it was—