Gu Li, who originally planned to go back today, had to stay in Aissi.

A father whispered a plea that he wanted him to stay, and offered a price that shocked ordinary people, but only asked to protect his daughter for a few days, what a bargain for everyone else.

In the end, Gu Li agreed to stay for a few days to protect An Xue'er, but the price was not needed, because Mr. Le Zheng had already paid it.

Leaving behind a talisman and a piece of paper full of medicinal herbs, Gu Li walked out of An's house, intending to look around and see if he could find the person who cast the spell.

If he can find it, then he doesn't need to stay here for a few more days, if he can't find it, it means that he will spend the next few days in Els, not that he doesn't like the music capital of Els, but he still has his own things to do.

Your own thoughts!

A month has passed, and he has no clue about his own Dao thoughts, whether it is combined with what his master said, or the reminder given to him by the old man Xuanyi, he can't touch the so-called Dao thoughts.

Even the door in the starry sky in his mind couldn't explain what the true Dao thoughts in his heart were.

Every time I fall asleep, I look at the quaint door, and I will pass out when I think of the Tao Nian, and when I wake up, I always feel that I have experienced something, but when I think about it carefully, I have not experienced anything, it seems to be a dream, and I forget everything when I wake up.

He already had a faint guess in his heart about not being able to find Dao Nian.

In the final analysis, he is not a person of this world, he cannot truly identify with this world, and everything he does and sees is done from the perspective of others, interests and responsibilities.

People who can't fit into the world!

When Gu Li left An's house, An Xue'er also knew that she had been in a coma for almost half a month, and there were less than five days to prepare for the Starlight Competition.

"Mom."

Listening to her daughter's light and hoarse voice, Yu Hui held her hand more gently, and said softly: "What's wrong, Xue'er?" Are you thirsty? ”

"Can you help me up?" An Xue'er's beautiful eyes seemed to be surging with smart emotions, revealing a beautiful smile and saying, "I want to create a music book." ”

"Xue'er, your body is too weak now..."Looking at those stubborn eyes, Yu Hui couldn't say anything later, sighed and helped her daughter up, then found a fixed table, put the blank sheet music and pen on the table and said, "Mom, go and prepare something for you." ”

"Well, thank you, Mom." An Xue'er smiled, leaned on the bed, looked at the fixed table and pen and paper, raised her fair right hand with difficulty to hold the pen, and did not draw immediately, but closed her eyes to relax her body.

It was clear that the time for the competition was approaching, but instead of continuing to echo the piano piece she had practiced in her mind, a strong idea of composing a score welled up in her heart.

She didn't know what had happened to her in the past half a month, what she had experienced in her deep sleep, her memory seemed to be vacant, full of confusion, but when she felt her heart carefully, it seemed to be full again.

She felt that she had been to many places and met many people, but she had never communicated with anyone, like a fluttering dandelion, wandering aimlessly when blown by the wind, her mind did not know where she belonged, her body was uncontrollable, and she instinctively searched for a place to belong.

Knocking on doors, lonely fear awaits the hopeful to find themselves, silently bearing the wandering in the dark.

Time is meaningless, her body is getting colder and colder, the aura around her is getting heavier and heavier, and the darkness is gradually flooding her body...

Click

The sound of opening the door sounded, Yu Hui looked at An Xue'er who opened her eyes and looked at her fixedly, and asked with some worry: "I brought you some hot porridge, eat a little while it's hot... Cher? Did you hear me? ”

An Xue'er's eyes lost focus, and the sound of the door opening kept echoing in her ears, and all the inspirations were strung together to form a piano sheet music, which sounded softly in her head.

"This feeling... It's like the soul is cheering..."

...

"It's not bad, Xue'er, she..."Yu Hui ran into the hall, anxiously looking for Gu Li's figure: "What about the master?" Where did it go!? ”

"What's wrong? Did Cher pass out again!? An Guren, who was sitting in the hall drinking tea with Mr. Lezheng, stood up, looked at his wife nervously and asked.

"No, no, it's just that Xue'er seems to be obsessed... I can't tell clearly, Gu Renle Lao should go and see it for himself. Yu Hui was in a hurry and didn't know how to express what she saw, so she simply broke the jar, took them to the second floor, stood at An Xue'er's door, and whispered: "Look at Xue'er..."

Looking at An Xue'er, An Guren was stunned.

At this time, her daughter did not seem to notice them, and was fully focused on the blank music sheet on the fixed table, her little hands kept drawing, and her eyes had nothing but the music score in her eyes.

"Snow..."

"Quiet!"

Mr. Le Zheng grabbed An Guren, who was about to walk over, and scolded in a low voice: "Xue'er is making a score, do you want to go over and interrupt her!?" ”

Making a score?

An Guren and Yu Hui were stunned, and when they looked again, they found that An Xue'er was really composing a music score, but the state was very weird, her eyes were closely looking at the music score in front of her, and she couldn't accommodate anything else.

"But Xue'er just woke up, and her body is so weak...."Looking at her daughter distressedly, Yu Hui could see An Xue'er's little face wrinkled, as if she felt a slight pain.

"You know what! As a musician, what's the point of living if you don't even have the desire to create!? Glaring at An Guren and Yu Hui fiercely, Mr. Le Zheng looked at the score An Xue'er was painting with satisfaction and said, "I can't wait to listen to this piano piece that makes Xue'er devote herself to it." ”

Half an hour later, after drawing the last symbol, An Xue'er showed a bright smile, her eyes closed and she fainted on the bed, the pen she had been holding fell on the bed, her little hands were slightly red and swollen, and her little face showed an expression of joy and pain, which looked extremely complicated.

"Cher!?"

"Cher, what's wrong with you!?"

An Guren's face changed greatly, and he came to the bedside as soon as possible, looking at An Xue'er who was in a coma and trying to call.

Mr. Le Zheng also came to An Xue'er's bedside, but did not look at her, but carefully picked up the score and watched it carefully.

At first glance, the sound of the piano sounded in my head.

At the second glance, the hand holding the score trembled slightly.

At the third glance, his body shook a little, as if he couldn't bear the impact of this piano song, and looked away.

"Incredible..."Mr. Le Zheng did not continue to read this score, but looked at the unconscious An Xue'er in a daze and said: "Except for the original author, no one can play the meaning she wants to express!" ”

"A piano piece played by the soul!"