"Son, what tunes do you like, can Dad teach you to play well?" It was a strange man who spoke to me, and he gave me the impression that he was terminally ill.

The stubble face is still sloppy, the suit he wears is very different from the sluggish temperament he exudes, and the black hair that has not been taken care of for a long time is also unsightly.

Looking at this greasy and dry face, I couldn't help but feel a little reluctant. This decadent and numb appearance is estimated that only if you don't go out on the street, you won't be mistaken for a hooligan and a villain.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the man sat me on his lap with a long black piano stool underneath him.

In the past, every time I saw a man sitting on a piano stool playing the piano in the living room, I couldn't help but think that this old and dilapidated stool was already in a precarious state, how could he still play the piano so devotedly.

I haven't been able to figure it out to this day.

But forget it, after all, this piano I admire is already within reach, otherwise I would not be sitting here, sitting in this place near the brink of death.

"What's your son's favorite?" The man's smiling voice inexplicably distorted me.

This was the second time he had questioned me.

If I don't answer this time, will he hit me?

I was a little worried, afraid that the bad things that happened to me and my mom would happen again.

"Little ...... Little stars. ”

I could hear a distinct trilling in my own words, fear and fear like two monsters slowly eating away at my heart.

"Ah, is it Mozart's Little Star Variations?" The man's hand rehearsed the clean keys a little time, "That's it, right?" ”

For me, who has never touched the piano, these words are completely equivalent to an incomprehensible existence.

I pretended to nod my head, trying to go along with his mood so as not to upset him.

Thankfully, the man's reaction was not as bad as I expected, and I relieved myself and didn't dare to look back, but I was always on guard against getting along with him.

I was more curious about the sound of the piano than the Steinway & Sons brand that the man had said at the beginning, and he started teaching me hands-on.

For.

The piano sound began as my fingers hit the first note on the keys, and in the blink of an eye, a dreamy and airy breath came to my face.

My hands play back and forth on the black and white keys, and my mind harmonizes with the romantic colors, as if I can look at the starry sky on a cool night even in a summer day, and I feel so happy and lively.

Unlike the simplicity of his mother's simple humming, the man added rich chords and other details to the tune, as if deliberately giving the tune a new lease of life.

I looked at my hands in amazement, and there was only a strong sigh and admiration in my heart, and I could not find any other words to describe this feeling.

The music flowing from between the fingers melts into the blood of the body, and the cells of the whole body seem to be filled with a strange sense of oneness, as if you have entered a new world.

Soon, the man ended this short performance, and the emotions interpreted by the piano music ended there.

I nervously retracted my hands and tugged at the hem of my shirt to wipe the sweat from my palms.

"Would it be okay for Dad to buy you a piano?" The man's speech was so incredulous that I suspected for a moment that I hadn't heard clearly.

"No...... No, I'm ......."

"You like the piano, don't you?" The man's inflinct voice almost made me think he was about to stop breathing.

It turned out that I wanted to draw a line with him, and I didn't want to owe favors to others because of such a trivial matter, and I was hesitant

"But it's been a long time since my birthday......"

"It's okay, just think it's Dad celebrating your birthday in advance." The man looked at my back, then leaned his head closer to my face, "Are you happy?" ”

"Open...... Happy. "I let my guard down on him.

"I can see that you have a good talent for the piano, if you can use it well......" The man's self-talk was beyond my comprehension.

"Well, I'd like to ask my mother's opinion......" The man who was sitting suddenly moved the piano bench back and carried me to the open space.

Once my feet hit the ground, I started to run to my room.

Because I know that his other personality has come out again......