Qi Luoling walked on the path on campus. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The leaves of the plane trees on both sides of the road have turned crimson, and when the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves are like butterflies, flying happily in the sky.

She is in a good mood because today is the first time she has returned to school after her physical recovery.

Shuttling on the campus path, students in twos and threes passed by Qi Luoling's side, smiling and politely greeting her.

It is a private aristocratic school, and the area of the school is much larger than that of ordinary schools. At the end of the road are two white school buildings, and between them is a large auditorium.

The architectural style of the whole school is European style, which is luxurious and elegant. The golden sunlight lazily shone on the building, and the school seemed to be transformed into a beautiful palace.

Entering the teaching building, the antique, marble floor, burgundy wooden staircase, with a swirl pattern with a sense of historical precipitation, Qi Luoling walked up the stairs.

Qi Luoling walked up to the second floor and came to the office. After a few cordial pleasantries with her colleagues, she calmed down and began to prepare for tomorrow's lecture.

It didn't take long for Teacher Chen, who teaches music, to hurriedly walk into the office and come to Qi Luoling's desk. I saw Teacher Chen's face flushed slightly, and he said to her with a panicked expression: "Teacher Qi, I want to trouble you with something." ”

"What's wrong with you? What's the matter? Qi Luoling looked at her in surprise.

"My child has a high fever and I'm going home soon. But I'm not in class right now, am I? There are still twenty minutes before class ends, and I hope you can help me go to the music room and watch my classmates until the end of class. Teacher Chen's tone was very anxious.

"Okay, it's okay, I'll go over right away, you don't have to worry." Qi Luoling comforted her and said.

After thanking him, Mr. Chen quickly left the office.

Qi Luoling packed up the textbooks on the table and immediately ran to the music room.

The music room is located at the very far corner of the third floor, and it is a spacious and bright classroom. When Qi Luoling walked into the music room, the children who were still noisy and boiling suddenly quieted down and were silent.

"Teacher Chen is in a hurry to go out, so you will take a self-study class. Please open the music textbook and review the stave that Mr. Chen has taught. In the meantime, students are asked to be quiet. Qi Luoling stood in front of the classroom and said to the child.

After she finished speaking, the children took the music book and looked at it seriously and quietly.

Qi Luoling sat on a stool in the rightmost corner of the front of the classroom. When she was bored, she began to take a closer look at the classroom.

Although she has been working in this private school for two years, she has never set foot in this music room, and many times she is limited to shuttling through the aisles outside the music room, and occasionally only glances at the classroom from the outside, so she never comes in to take a closer look at the music room.

The classrooms are spacious, the floors are paved with white marble in the pattern of screws, and on the back wall of the classrooms are Beethoven's famous words: "Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and all philosophy." ”

Lovely staves are painted on the left and right walls of the classroom, and there is a Steinway piano in the far right corner. However, its surface is covered with a white cloth.

Suddenly she remembered the young Jewish man, and involuntarily got up and walked towards the piano.

A white cloth is draped over the piano like a corpse cloth. Qi Luoling stretched out his hand to lift the layer of white cloth, and a black piano appeared in front of him.

The lid of the piano is clean, shiny black, glowing with loneliness, and exudes elegance.

Qi Luoling slowly opened the lid, and the staggered black and white keys came into view. She gently touched the keys with her hands, a cold feeling. She retracted her fingers, as if afraid of being frostbitten by it.

In the end, she could not resist the temptation from it, and after a long hesitation, she sat down on the black square soft bench in front of the piano bench.

The stool was soft and comfortable, and she relaxed at once.

Qi Luoling has never learned the piano, nor has she ever played the piano, nor does she know the correct sitting posture to play the piano. But the image of the Jewish man playing the piano came to her mind.

After she sat on the piano bench, her feet landed naturally, her waist straight, her upper body leaned forward slightly, and her lower arms were parallel to the plane of the piano keyboard. Her fingers are long, thin and jointed, each of which lands naturally and curly on the keys.

She trembled and pressed a right key with the tip of her right fingers, and the note of C1 fell back into the silent classroom, not subsiding for a long time.

Suddenly, her brain seemed to be forcibly implanted with the memory of many pieces, including Chopin's Heroic Polonaise, Nocturne, Bach's Prelude in E, Schubert's Serenade, Schumann's Fantasia, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, Tempest Sonata, Pathétique Sonata, Dawn Sonata, To Alice, and so on.

Then her fingers jumped briskly on the black and white keys as if they were enchanted. Many notes floated through the classroom space as if they had been brought to life. Like the murmuring of the river, like the birds and birds, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad; Sometimes hesitating, sometimes agitating.

She is deeply aware that she exists because of music, or if music exists because of her. Playing one song after another, she couldn't stop at all.

Sadly, until school in the afternoon, no matter how much she recalled, she could not play the song "The Devil's Sorrow" played by the Israeli man.

Qi Luoling fell into an indescribable sadness, and finally she had to leave the classroom.

Qi Luoling returned home, her parents were in her own home, and Sister Wang had prepared dinner.

There was a knock on the door. From the cat's eye, she saw that it was two police officers.

She opened the security door, and the short police officer showed her her ID and said he wanted to update her on the car accident case.

Qi Luoling led them to the living room, asked Sister Wang to make two cups of tea, and sat down opposite them. When Liu Siling and Qi Qiang saw that the police were coming, they were inexplicably nervous, and they were next to Qi Luoling's side.

"I wonder if your husband told you about the results of the car accident?"

Qi Luoling shook her head blankly.

"Your car accident was not a simple hit-and-run case, we suspected it was a deliberate murder case."

"Ahh Liu Siling exclaimed on the side.

"We came to our door today to inform you of the latest investigation of the case. Based on the check-in records of the Korean-owned hotel and some other clues, we have now identified a Korean man named Song Dae-jong as a major suspect. It's a pity that now he has returned to South Korea. Since he was a foreign citizen, although he could be extradited under international conventions, the fact that the procedure was complicated and political obstruction involved made his arrest basically impossible. ”

Qi Luoling was completely stunned, her mouth open, and she couldn't speak for a long time, and after a while, she shook her head and said, "How can this be?" How can this be? Why did this Korean man want to kill me? I have no grievances with him, why should he kill me? ＂

It didn't take long for the two policemen to get up and leave, and Qi Luoling's head was still in chaos.

Liu Siling's heart slowly sank......