Qi Luoling returned to her residence, she was used to looking at the alarm clock on the wall, and the hands were pointing to a quarter past five. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She put down her backpack and placed the bulky yellow wooden box on the table, the lid of which was movable on half of the side, and she easily opened it, and there was indeed a yellow roll of paper in the center of the wooden box.

Maybe the wall is moisture-proof, so after more than 60 years, the color of the paper is a little gray, but the appearance is still very well preserved, there are no wormholes and no mutilations.

She took a deep breath and solemnly opened the sheet music. The yellow almost brown paper, the white staff is impressive, and on five parallel horizontal lines at equal distances, notes of different time values are marked high and low. At the top of the score is the title "The First Movement of the Devil's Sorrows".

Qi Luoling was stunned, the first movement of the devil's sorrow? Is there a second movement of the Devil's Sorrows, or even a third movement of the Devil's Sorrows?

She was thinking about it when there were a few soft knocks on the door outside, presumably the music critic Cheng Yuping had arrived.

When Qi Luoling was in the taxi, she unexpectedly received a call from Cheng Pingyu, and Cheng Yuping asked her with concern how she was looking for the piano score? Qi Luoling was excited, so he told her that he had found the piano score. Cheng Yuping was also very excited, and hurriedly said that he rushed over as soon as possible and wanted to see the true face of the ancient piano score with his own eyes.

Qi Luoling opened the door, and Cheng Yuping walked in.

"Where's the score?" She asked impatiently.

"It's on the table." Qi Luoling pursed her mouth and turned her gaze to the direction of the score.

Cheng Yuping was extremely excited, walked straight to the table, picked up the sheet music with both hands, like a treasure, his eyes were full of tears, and his body trembled slightly.

It seemed that she seemed to be more excited than herself, and Qi Luoling felt inexplicable puzzlement in her heart.

"I wonder if you noticed the title?"

"What?" Cheng Yuping finally took his eyes off the score, and didn't seem to hear her clearly, looking at her suspiciously.

"Look at the title." Qi Luoling reminded her again.

"The title of the song?" Cheng Yuping muttered to himself, looked at it carefully, and lost his breath for a moment, like a blown balloon leaking.

"Yes, the title is the first movement, which means that there is more to the score than just this one."

"When you opened it, there was only this sheet music in the wooden box?" Cheng Yuping seemed a little unconvinced.

"Of course, the wooden box does only have this first score."

Cheng Yuping seemed to be disappointed, looking around in a daze, as if he was thinking about something.

Just as she was stunned, the music in her hand slipped from her hand and fell. There happened to be a garbage cube on the ground, and there was some garbage with water droplets in it.

Fortunately, Qi Luoling's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly caught the score in the air.

"It's dangerous. If you fall in it and get a drop of water, it will be miserable. Qi Luoling said with palpitations.

"I'm so sorry." Cheng Yuping smiled apologetically, "No matter what, today is still a day worth celebrating!" I brought a bottle of wine to celebrate! ”

Qi Luoling smiled and nodded.

CHENG YUPING TOOK OUT A BOTTLE OF RED WINE, WHICH WAS A 630ML BOTTLE OF ITALIAN RED WINE. Qi Luoling took out two transparent goblets from her residence.

The clear goblet sparkles in the light, and the ruby red juice flows down the walls of the glass before flowing to the bottom of the glass, which has a warm sheen. The glass shook gently, and a rich and fragrant aroma spread softly.

The two clinked glasses, and the crisp sound of collision fell into the air. Qi Luoling looked at two-thirds of the glass of red wine, hesitated, and under Cheng Yuping's enthusiastic persuasion, he raised his head and drank it in one gulp, the unique taste of sweet and sour smoothness slipped into his throat, leaving a lingering fragrance in his mouth.

I don't know if it was Cheng Yuping's enthusiastic frequent persuasion, or this bottle of red wine had a lot of momentum, she felt that she was starting to be a little overwhelmed. After drinking three glasses, she felt the heat slowly seep out and then disperse, and this dizzy feeling was really comfortable.

"Listen, it's like there's music." Qi Luoling's slightly red face was particularly dazzling in the light.

"What music?" Cheng Yuping looked at her in surprise

"I heard the devil's sorrow in the piano score, and it was really nice." Qi Luoling spoke incoherently, and it was obvious that she was obviously a little drunk.

"Really, there's music?" Cheng Yuping listened carefully.

"It seems to be, it seems not."

After saying that, Qi Luoling closed her eyes, she knew that it would not be long before alcohol would invade her blood, and then the dark sleep would come to her.....

In the wee hours of the morning, she was woken up by the sound of rain outside her window.

She slept on the sofa, the lights in the room were still on, she was the only one in the house, the empty room, the cups and plates on the table were messy, and the desolation at the end of the song seemed to be like a dream bubble.

Her heart was cold, she was not afraid of loneliness, she was afraid of the lonely self after the excitement.

Qi Luoling rubbed her head, her head hurt a little, but it was bearable, every time she drank alcohol, her body would always be a little uncomfortable.

Cheng Yuping is not in the house, so when did she leave? There was no impression in her mind, and she suddenly only felt that she was tired and tired at that time, and her consciousness began to blur, Cheng Yuping seemed to support herself on the sofa, and finally said to her softly: "If you want to sleep, sleep ......" She couldn't remember anything after that.

Qi Luoling stood up from the sofa and froze as she took a glass of water from the table. The wooden box on the table was empty.

Her consciousness suddenly sobered up, and she hurriedly picked up her mobile phone and dialed Cheng Yuping's phone, and a gentle standard female voice came from the mobile phone: "The number you dialed is empty, please check and dial again." She couldn't believe her ears and repeated the call several times, but the number was still empty.

Qi Luoling remembered the business card box in her bag, no matter how she turned the bottom of the bag upside down, not only the business card box did not have Cheng Yuping's music critic's business card in the bag, she clearly remembered that she habitually put her business card into the business card box at that time, how could it be gone?

Cheng Pingyu's phone number and business card disappeared strangely. It's like she's gone, as if she's never been there. Qi Luoling stood in front of the window, opened the window, and cold air poured into the room. But she still stood there indifferent, thinking.

Is there no one in the seat next to you on the plane? Or is the discussion of Freud and the ban on music all hallucinatory in the second coffee shop? Or was Professor Chen's scene before Cheng Yuping's murder also a hallucination?

She thought about it carefully, but she didn't need to think about it, her feelings spoke for themselves. At this time, Qi Luoling felt very sad, a kind of sadness after being deceived, and a sadness after being designed. Maybe from the moment they got on the plane, or even earlier, their lives were already being controlled and arranged by others, and their purpose was just to grab the score, so Cheng Yuping's appearance was just a small episode.

Why did they steal the score? That incomparable music does not belong to the world at all, but only to the descendants of demonic music. That music means nothing to anyone but yourself. Didn't they know that playing and listening to that music was also expensive?

She couldn't figure out how long she had been standing in front of the window, when the sky began to glow slightly and the rain stopped.

Qi Luoling left the room, went downstairs to the gate, found the uncle guarding the gate, compared with Cheng Yuping's appearance, and asked her how long she had left. The uncle told her that Cheng Yuping left at 8 o'clock in the evening, and a black bus picked her up on the road. Then the uncle handed Qi Luoling a letter, saying that Cheng Yuping had instructed him to hand it over to her.

Qi Luoling opened the letter, Juanxiu's handwriting: "As a friend, I like you very much, this is the first thing I want to tell you." Maybe you can't understand why I took away the music that is so precious to you. I beg your pardon, because this is my task, and I am also sad to see you sleeping so peacefully and contently on the sofa, after all, I also have feelings.

Actually, you don't have that sheet music, you don't have to look for another movement, and maybe, at some point, you'll remember all of your great-grandfather's memories. Maybe you should break free from that mission, you are so young, your life needs to start over. “

Putting down the letter, Qi Luoling felt unusually confused.

When the first time the song "The Devil's Sorrow" sounded, it sounded for "her" to be exact, it was like a flash of light in a dark life, and she knew that it was coming for her. It is not only a mission for her, but also the beginning of her rediscovery of life and love.

Now the light was extinguished for a moment, and the sound of the music suddenly stopped, disappearing into the vast night sky, and there was no aftermath. Qi Luoling was at a loss, where to go, and where would she go?

In the afternoon, she took the subway to the café where she and Cheng Yuping were discussing music, trying to find some clues. Cheng Yuping once said that this café is across the street from her home.

Qi Luoling walked along the opposite side of the road and inquired about a few neighborhoods, but no one knew her. She also inquired about the magazine "Music Research" and called the magazine, but no one answered the phone, and the helpless sound of the phone echoed in her empty heart.

It was getting dark, and the night had faded, and she had returned in vain. The breeze brushed her face, and the frustration was like a demon controlling her mood.

Qi Luoling came to the bar and played a "Piano Song of the Night No. 5", she suddenly remembered a few lines from Xichuan's poem "Piano Music at Midnight": A person approached me, I didn't have time to avoid, just like I didn't have time to avoid my youth, in the midnight piano music, I licked my chapped lips and woke up to the inevitability of life. A man approached me, hesitated for a moment, and then retreated into the boundless shadow to which he belonged......