> Gloomy was delighted.

Gloomy was excited.

Gloomy is very forging ahead.

He was working hard to learn how to play the harpsichord...... Learn from the musician who was taken captive.

That day, he found an old harpsichord in the attic on the top floor, it was really old, dusty and cobwebs, and the pronunciation of the harpsichord had almost become the home of the little bugs.

The attic on the top floor had only a tiny, tiny window, which was now completely covered in dust. In the gray patch, only a little sunlight penetrates, it looks like a scene that only appears in a memory, and the gray that is not arrogant represents the aging time, represents the passing years, like a somewhat yellowed diary.

Originally, I didn't care about this harpsichord...... It wasn't until he found a small ring on the harpsichord shelf that a scene suddenly came to his mind.

He picked up the ring and turned and stepped into another world, a spiritual world.

...... Once upon a time, this was the attic where a girl and a boy loved to stay, and the girl had long, beautiful hands, long silky black hair, curved willow eyebrows, lovely chestnut eyes, and a good hand at playing the piano. The boy had fine brown hair, and there was always a kind smile in his eyebrows and eyes, like the shallow sunlight of early summer, not strong, but very warm.

The boy likes to listen to the girl's piano, to watch her play, to see her play the piano, to love the notes of the slender hands floating in the phantom, and to the melody of the light butterfly dance. There is tenderness in the melody, so soft, so soft that the whole body can be paralyzed, willing to lie on the small bed, close your eyes, feel the feeling of the sun shining on your body outside the window, and then spend a whole beautiful afternoon.

Finally, one day, the boy left the girl, and he was going to live in a big city farther away. On the day of separation, the girl cried like a floodgate. For a long time, the girl never saw him again. She only has to keep practicing.

Song after song...... The girl's talent is unrivalled and she is sought after as a child prodigy by countless music masters. Dressed in a splendid gown, she stood in the middle of the great hall of music, bowed deeply to the audience, and then sat down on the piano bench, stretched out her hands, and played the familiar harpsichord as if it were an extension of her body...... Song after song. Her playing style is tactful and feminine, even the most resolute music, in her hands to become relaxed and warm, her ability has made countless masters ashamed, the masters say that the girl has reached the level of a music master, if she can make up for the last little bit of her music missing, she can be holy.

Yes, everybody feels that way, and the masters say that as long as the girl can make up for the last bit of something, the music will come alive under her, pure top-notch techniques and life-giving, this is the difference between the grandmaster and the music saint.

The girl smiled, not answering what was missing.

But she knew what was missing from her song, something she longed for but never got. It was a simple thing, but it was absolutely precious, maybe one day she could get it, or maybe she wouldn't get it in her life.

"Today, our youngest Grandmaster is going to present us with her latest song, called 'Love Letter', and I am sure you will not be disappointed. After saying this, the host consciously withdrew, leaving the whole stage for the girl in the focus above, and the black harpsichord.

All the audience sat in their chairs and did not say a word. This is the greatest respect for the master of music, and before the end of a song, any noise is an insult!

The girl bowed to the audience, then sat down on the piano bench, stretched out her hands, and began to play as usual.

Her expression was very calm, her hands were calm and powerful, but who knew the waves surging in her heart?

"Love Letter", the name of the piece. It's a tune she made especially for that boy.

She didn't know if her song would be heard by the boy, or if the boy would know that she had made it, she just wanted him to hear it, even if it wasn't her.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded, and the listeners closed their eyes very skillfully and admired this gentle song with a little melancholy. Listening to the girl play the tune, if you don't close your eyes and feel it with your heart, it's just for nothing.

The girl played, her hands conjuring two white shadows on the keys, as usual, as she had practiced countless times.

Until she saw him.

As if telepathically, the girl suddenly turned her head to look at a place while playing.

The boy was smiling in the hallway, holding a large bouquet of roses. That smile is so familiar, so kind, still like the sunshine of early summer.

The boy raised the rose in his hand at him, and then his lips murmured.

He said, "I'm coming for you." ”

The girl lost her mind for a moment, she even played two syllables wrongly, and a harsh murmur appeared, and the audience subconsciously turned their heads, thinking that they had heard it wrong.

The Grandmaster can also play the wrong note?

Of course, the Grandmaster will not play the wrong note, or rather, the Le Sheng will never play the wrong note!

The two murmurs of the wrong syllables seem to be a watershed, like the end of the cycle and the beginning, everything is different.

It was a change like a butterfly. The butterfly crawled out of the cocoon, spread its wings, and flew high, as if all the flowers and bones that were originally full of buds in the mountains and fields suddenly bloomed!

The music was different, and there was something inexplicable in it. Those things are what countless masters have said, what has always been lacking in girls' music, and what has prevented her from becoming a saint of music.

It's love.

The first time I met you was in the summer, it was early summer, and the second time I met you...... It's weird, it's also early summer.

Holding the ring, his heart was already stirring up.

Where's this ordinary ring? It's a Horcrux!

Early Summer Heart Talisman.

The ring containing the soul fragments of the genius Varsa Pacarotti with her eternal early summer memories has the power to protect the heart of the wearer. The wearer's mental power is increased by two times, self-recovery ability is increased by five times, immunity to all sonic magic, immunity to mid-level mental magic, and significant reduction of high-level and above spiritual magic.

This is a treasure that can be auctioned at a sky-high price, enough to be exchanged for ten cities. However, it has a condition of use, that is, the wearer must be able to play the harpsichord and reach a proficient level.

Damn harpsichord!

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