Qi Luoling and Choi Ji-woo sat in a luxurious and spacious car, which was speeding out of the city. After about forty minutes, www.biquge.info I stopped somewhere in the suburbs.

Qi Luoling got out of the car and saw a large and quaint old-fashioned western-style house. Although the house has a magnificent appearance, it seems that it has not been inhabited for a long time, and it still presents a dilapidated and decaying scene.

The bungalows are located on a secluded path. The road is lined with tall plane trees, their broad leaves swaying in the breeze. There is a small garden in front of the house, which is overgrown with grass and uneven height.

Cui Zhiyou also got out of the car and stood in front of the hollow iron door of the bungalow, staring at the old-fashioned building, as if recalling something.

"I haven't been here for 10 years." Cui Zhiyou said after a long time.

"Oh, you used to live here?" Qi Luoling realized.

"Yes, I used to live here," Choi said, "with my sister Choi Lina." The house was originally built by Jews during World War II. ”

Choi Ji-woo talked about the origin of the house. The original owners of this bungalow were a Jewish couple who fled from Poland to Korea during World War II. At that time, most of the Jews who fled with them went to SH, but the family stayed in Korea and lived there ever since. More than a decade later, the Jewish couple died. They left the bungalow to the housekeeper, that is, Cui Zhiyou's maternal aunt and maternal uncle. Since they had no children, after they died, they left the foreign house to Cui Zhiyou. So, Cui Zhiyou's family moved here.

They walked into the garden, where moss remained on the stone path leading to the house. The yard was overgrown with weeds, and the branches of the trees in the garden next door stretched out unscrupulously. Follow the slippery stone path to the door of the bungalow.

The bungalow has two and a half floors. Maybe it's because the house is dark and damp all year round, and there is a lingering musty smell in the air, and even the railings on the terrace with carved copper flowers are all patina. The exterior walls were originally white, but have turned gray because of age.

Walking into the room, Qi Luoling originally thought that such a dilapidated room must be full of dust, but the room was surprisingly clean.

In the center of the first floor is the living room, and to the right of the living room is a small living room. The kitchen is on the left, and further inside is the bathroom. The house is a wooden structure, and the red paint on the floor and staircase surface has almost fallen off, and the exposed wood texture has lost its original color, like a memory from the past.

Stepping on the creaking wooden floor, along the old shiny wooden staircase, you reach the second floor.

There are several bedrooms on the second floor, and the floors are all dark red, and the swirl patterns on the floor have a sense of the vicissitudes of time. The floor in the damp corner of the room had rotted, and even unknown mushrooms had grown.

"That's the room where my sister lived." Choi suddenly pointed to the room with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the garden to the east.

In a short period of time, he has already mentioned his sister for the second time.

Qi Luoling looked at him, but there were no words.

Cui Zhiyou took Qi Luoling to the top floor of the room. After entering the room, Cui Zhiyou opened the gray heavy curtains, and the light in the room brightened, as if a lot of sunlight was suddenly activated.

It turned out to be a large piano room. There is a particularly large window on the north and south sides of the room. In the center of the room is a row of dark red wooden sofas, a black rectangular coffee table in front of the sofa, and a black and white TV cabinet in front of the coffee table. In the inner corner of the room, a black grand piano sparkled with a faint sheen.

"This attic was originally used to store miscellaneous items, but my sister was very fond of music when she was a child, so I converted it into a piano room." Cui Zhiyou said.

Qi Luoling walked up to the piano and gently brushed the surface of the piano case lid with her fingers, feeling an inexplicable throbbing on her fingers.

"Your sister plays the piano very well?" Qi Luoling asked.

"Yes."

Choi Ji-woo's voice came from behind. Qi Luoling turned around and found that he was already sitting on the crimson wooden couch.

"Would you like to hear her piano?" Choi Ji-woo asked.

"It's a great honor." Qi Luoling said.

"There's a video of her recording in the piano room, I'll look for it."

Cui Zhiyou quickly took out a video tape from the drawer of the coffee table and put it into the disc. With the rustling sound of reading on the DVD player, soon the TV appeared.

In the painting, a young man and woman sit in front of a black piano, playing music together, and the cooperation is quite tacit. The sun shone through the skylight on them and on the piano. The black and white keys rise and fall in a staggered manner, and the sound of the piano is quiet and beautiful, flowing like a stream that shines with silver light.

Qi Luoling was slightly stunned. The young woman in the picture is the sleeping woman that Qi Luoling had seen in the Polish hospital, she was dressed in a long white dress, her slender body swayed gracefully with the arc of the play, and her face was filled with a strange brilliance.

The young man in the picture, with black eyes, black hair, and a thin face, exudes the artist's quiet and lonely atmosphere.

Qi Luoling closed her eyes, her appearance and figure couldn't be more familiar. He was still wearing a white shirt, with the sleeve of his left hand hanging down from the keys and the sleeve of his right hand rolled up to his forearm. The scar on the arm is clearly visible. The color of the scar is dull, and the surface skin is slightly raised, and it is shaped like a butterfly.

The notes in the music gradually converge to form an ethereal and beautiful musical sound. The lines of the piano are continuous. Qi Luoling closed her eyes and listened to their performance, it was indeed an incomparable and familiar performance, which made her feel like she had returned to a certain moment in the past. Her consciousness swayed to the sound of the piano, and she had no idea where she was.....

When the music was over, the room fell into a silence that was characteristic of the end of the music.

"Miss Qi, I want to ask you a question." Cui Zhiyou broke Cen Silence.

"Please."

"What does music mean? Love or life? “

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean."

Choi Ji-woo got up from the sofa, walked to the south window, opened the window forcefully, and the crisp air immediately poured into the room.

He stood indifferently in front of the window, thought for a moment, and said, "As you can see, that young woman is my sister. That's the woman you met in Poland. And the young man was her music teacher, and he was a Jew. His piano playing is very good, you must have felt it just now. “

Qi Luoling nodded.

Cui Zhiyou continued: "On the weekend, he came to teach my sister to play the piano as promised. The two of us spent more and more time together, and gradually, my sister fell madly in love with him, and even tattooed the same scar pattern on her own arm. But it didn't take long for him to disappear inexplicably, and he was not heard from. My sister was in great pain, and in order to find her love, she traveled thousands of miles to Poland, and finally lost her news. I searched for many years and didn't hear from her until I met you. ”