The positioning system in the brain, even if Xia Chenghao is put into a vacuum that can't distinguish between up and down, left and right, still has his own accurate sense of direction.

The music is still very beautiful, but the melody is getting faster and faster, and the thin man alternates between his left and right hands, and sometimes slides quickly across the keyboard with one hand.

Suddenly, after playing the same note in a dense series of dense repetitions, his hands suddenly stopped, and the thin man let out a long breath, his forehead already covered with sweat.

The strands of white hair stuck between his eyebrows, as if he was telling Xia Chenghao something.

Perhaps this guru also wants to express his emotions to others through some kind of voice, which is the same as the psychology of a teenager.

Xia Chenghao closed his eyes, and only after a long time did he open them again with the help of deep breathing. He looked at the man and said, "So, can you let me try?" ”

The thin man first glared at Xia Chenghao, then stood up expressionlessly, and gently gave up the piano bench to the young man in front of him, this is what he wants to achieve, today is to let Xia Chenghao learn how to play the piano.

Of course, if you want him to learn, the first thing is to arouse the child's interest, and so far, it has been about a successful guide, and the boy finally spoke after a moment of hesitation.

With Xia Chenghao's psychology, he would only make such a decision after a period of temptation, otherwise, if the mentor had an opinion of him, he would definitely discount his impression.

The boy sat down on the piano bench as he wished, and after taking a deep breath, he gently pressed his hands on the keys like a man. From childhood to now, in the past ten years, I have seen such a scene more than once, but it is the first time that I really want to touch it with my hands.

Before starting the next movement, he carefully recalled the order and direction of each finger of the instructor. An image began to play in his head, and all the details of the previous recording began to be replayed to him.

After a while, Xia Chenghao began to play in the same position that the male tutor had done before.

Finally, the first note sounded.

The thin man's face froze, but then his ears shook slightly, and he began to enjoy the wonderfulness. It wasn't until the end of the song that he sighed slightly, and said secretly in his heart: "It's really not bad, it seems that the person that Hongyue No. 1 likes is a talent, and he has recommended this little guy more than once." It's just that on the surface, it seems that this young man did not appear like the real one, and he read countless people, but he didn't expect that in front of Xia Chenghao, all the reading skills were so vulnerable. ”

There are two possibilities, one is that the child is born with an incomprehensible appearance, and the other possibility is that the child has an unexpected ability to disguise, so that everyone can't see through his true face.

If this is the case, then Red Moon One will definitely be very pleasantly surprised.

Now this Red Moon No. 1, I don't know how long he has lived, he has not given up his position because there is no successor. However, from now on, Xia Chenghao's ability is exactly what Red Moon One needs.

The boy didn't know what he was playing, because he hadn't read the sheet music at all, so the music sounded weird. The man is very satisfied that all the beats are not good at all.

There is no grasp of music, or there is no emotion in it. He is right about this, Xia Chenghao is nothing more than the simplest imitation when he plays.

"Just play it a few times, and then put your emotions into it, only then will you have a chance to distract others. If you're going to kill someone, and that person is a person who likes music, and you can play an obsessive tune, you're half the battle. The thin man shook his head and sighed, "There's still a lot to learn." ”

Xia Chenghao shook his head gently, because he didn't like these things, but if it was a killing skill, he had to learn it, otherwise he would be eliminated first in this world.

The thin man understood him very well, perhaps during his learning phase as a reserve washer. "If you're just trying to show off your skills, there's often nothing that moves you to the heart. The truly beautiful feeling is always hidden in the simplest melodies. ”

The man is right, Xia Chenghao has no problem copying his skills, but if he wants to copy or reach his kind of emotional realm, he needs a certain ability to do it.

The boy understood this perfectly, and he nodded deeply in understanding.

The man stepped aside, still listening to the boy play the song that had been played a trillion times over and over again.

It wasn't until late in the night that the man began to yawn, and by this time everyone else had gone to sleep, and the child had no rest except when he said he was going to the bathroom at eight o'clock.

Only the teenager himself knew what he was doing when he went to the bathroom, and in fact he used as fast as he could to get himself back up.

Today, there is no survival challenge in the wild, there are no strong enemies around, some are just a music instructor, only a piano, so there is no need to spend more than half an hour to restart.

Twenty-five minutes was enough for him, and any longer would have attracted the attention of his mentor.

Coming back from the bathroom, the notes began to float in the air again, slowly dancing under the moonlight, and the melody couldn't have been simpler, as simple as repeating and reproducing a certain tone all the time.

Listen carefully, but there is no sense of monotony, and the ears actually begin to have a sense of beauty.

Singing a hundred times in a low voice, the whole "tune" seems to depict a group of people walking from a dark place to a sunny avenue.

The more the man listened, the more wrong it became, among the children who walked out of the Red Moon Base, it was never possible for such a thing to happen. All they could have in their world was endless sorrow, but they didn't expect to find such inspiration at this moment, and there would be a child who could share music with positive energy in this space.

At three o'clock in the morning, Xia Chenghao took a deep breath and closed his eyes......

The song didn't go on, he was tired.

In fact, Xia Cheng's body is not tired, but he can go back and forth in the same song hundreds of times, and he is very tired psychologically, and no one can put himself into the same rhythm and melody for more than ten hours.

Even a superman with a mechanical heart is probably broken in such a boring loop, but he has persevered for so long, does it seem that this is the power of music? Maybe! It's just that he behaved in a different way.