Qi Luoling was silent and said, "Maybe it's music that allows them to find themselves, their true selves." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"The true self?" Cui Zhiyou muttered, then shook his head slightly, holding the window edge with his right hand, and his fingers gently tapping the wooden frame in a fixed rhythm. This action seems to be somewhat familiar to Qi Luoling.

"This dark piano room reminds me of a place." Qi Luoling went on to say, "A dark hut that does not exist in reality, but only exists in the depths of everyone's soul. ”

"Soul Cabin?" Choi raised his eyebrows.

"Yes. There is a dark hut in the depths of everyone's soul. It exists simultaneously with the self-will. The difference, however, is that it is only a sleeping volcano, or rather a volcano that has been stationary for a long time. ”

"Since it is asleep, what is the purpose of its existence?"

"When a person is injured and bleeding, I mean that they are mentally injured by the outside world. His self-consciousness will lose control over his own behavior and his coordination with the external environment. In order to protect himself, his soul, or mind, would enter the dark hut and begin to heal or recuperate. That's the meaning of the existence of this dark cabin. When the wounded soul curled up in that dark hut, the wound healed little by little, and the pain decreased little by little. Until the soul can bear some pain and recover, it will come out of this dark hut. Re-enter the external real world and start a normal life. ”

"Then this dark hut is a place of salvation for souls."

"You're just right, it's also a place where souls die. Sometimes, it may be that the soul has been hurt too much, or perhaps the soul itself is too weak. Some souls remain in that dark hut and are unable to get out. Or maybe the hut is too warm and safe, and the soul is reluctant to go out. Or maybe it's been so long that the soul thinks the hut is the outside world. Anyway, in the end, the soul is trapped in this dark hut until it dies with the body. So this dark hut is also a place of death for souls. ”

"What you say seems to make a lot of sense."

"Even a person of sound mind has entered the dark hut several times in his life. But every time the soul comes out of the dark hut, the soul becomes stronger and stronger, thinks more and more about life and death, and understands itself more deeply. On the contrary, the soul cannot get out of that dark hut, and the body and mind are like duckweed, with nothing to rely on. Without a soul, one becomes blind and empty, and becomes paranoid. When the mind loses control, the person's behavior will be abnormal. ”

Cui Zhiyou looked at the sunlight outside the window and was silent.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

"You're quite right. The music teacher came to my house when my sister was seventeen. We found him unconscious on the beach. He has a speech disorder, which means that he has aphasia. He couldn't say a word, and his origins remained a mystery. We don't know who he is or where he comes from. He has been living in my house ever since, and has been integrated into our lives. It should be said that our lives were changed by his music. ”

The serious expression on Choi Ji-woo's face softened, as if he was immersed in memories.

"In fact, he doesn't do anything once he leaves the piano. But when he plays the piano, he has a noble temperament, a calm demeanor, and a beautiful melody, like a musical angel. His music shines like a bright ray of sunlight into our dark room. We walked out of the dark hut of the soul by the sound of his harp. My sister's mental illness has completely improved, and I am no longer haunted by nightmares. It was the best time of our family's lives. ”

After a long time, his smile faded and his expression became painful.

"But since he disappeared inexplicably, the shadow has loomed over us again. The younger sister became delirious again and ran away from home. And once again, my heart was controlled by demons. Sometimes, I feel that survival is a very difficult thing, and it is impossible to make it a source of suffering. Many people died in hesitation, and many more waited in hesitation. Perhaps only music with beautiful melodies can alleviate people's suffering, give people hope, make people go beyond pleasure and revel in beauty, or soft intestines, or blood boiling, so that the soul can be purified and the greatest pleasure can be obtained. ”

Qi Luoling sat silently on the high bench of the piano, staring at the black grand piano in the infinite changing light. After staring at it for too long, she felt that she was no different from the piano in front of her. The same loneliness, the same silence. She and the piano both live in their own lonely world to some extent.

Its black and white keys seem to be thinking about something, and it is also thinking about its life in black and white. In that instant, she became this black and white piano, and the black and white piano became her. In the process of playing and listening for a long time, she understood each other with it. Probably because of this, she became each other with it, thus reducing their loneliness.

When all the contemplation is over, she is still her, and the piano is still the piano.