Liu Li has been looking at the old and dilapidated piano for a long time,

Grow into the barrage, in the farewell hall,

Everyone who was watching her was aware of the anomaly.

Barrage: "Won't it? Not really, right?"

Four little secretaries: "From what I know about the boss, she is itchy and wants to fight......

Barrage: "Is Sister Liuli so versatile? Loved, loved."

The fourth little secretary: "But...... Does the boss play the piano? Yesterday I was singing out of tune during yoga."

Barrage: "Wow, Sister Ruri walked over, are you coming? I'm looking forward to it!"

The fourth little secretary: "Hey, the boss walked over, are you coming?" I'm so scared!"

Barrage: "Yo! She's sitting down!"

The fourth little secretary: "Woo~, she really sat down~"

Barrage: "Hiss! Sister Ruri put her legs together, she must be very confident and relaxed."

The Fourth Little Secretary: "Sizzle! The boss rubbed her legs together, and she was so nervous every time."

Barrage: "Come on, everyone do it with me, take off the headphones, and turn up the sound of your phone to the maximum."

The fourth little secretary: "Come, let's do it with me, plug in the earplugs, plug in a little tighter, this brand is good to use."

Whether the fans behind the barrage turned on the phone to the maximum sound, only she knows.

The four little secretaries didn't dare to really plug the earbuds anyway.

The boss is right under his nose.

And then

Under their noses, Liu Li let out a sigh of relief, put his hands on the piano keys, and hovered!

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

This barrage is consistent with the judgment of the four little secretaries,

Sister Liuli/boss must be brewing emotions.

Actually-

Liu Li was panicked! Do you want to tune it? Tune the hell, I forgot how to get it. Wait, I'm so nervous, what do I want to play? Oooh, remember. Wait, score, score, I haven't played it in years, I have to recall.

Liu Li began to reminisce, thinking about it, time seemed to go backwards,

Back in high school, I participated in the Grand Theater when I was grading piano grade 10.

She pulled out a smile and took the certificate,

In the middle of a group of elementary school students who also hold certificates,

Stand like a minion.

Is it tolerable or unbearable, Liu Li suddenly stopped being nervous.

The four little secretaries and fans began to wonder if she was just posing for the poe, and the sound of the piano flowed from Liu Li's fingertips......

spacious,

sluggish

serious

deep

The silence in the farewell hall was broken by the sound of the piano, a very different tune from the previous mourning.

Yun'er reacted the fastest, signaling to the Taoist priests and monks to continue, turning around, reciting when it should be recited, and pulling the doll as a deterrent.

The Taoist priests' coffins and the Taishang Salvation Sutra, the monks' wooden fish and the Jizo Bodhisattva's original wish merit Sutra reappeared in the farewell hall.

It was as if the jammed gears, the old wooden door, dripping with lubricating oil, began to turn smoothly and happily again.

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed.

The piano piece ends visibly and begins again.

The first time I stumbled, jerky and immature, like a six- or seven-month-old baby, unconsciously making "Dad" and "Mom" sounds, I didn't know what it meant, and it was difficult for others to distinguish it.

The second time is obviously different, just like a child who is more than a year old, knows what he is shouting, and others also understand whether he should hug or be hungry.

The talents in the barrage have also begun to play:

"Not to mention, it smells like that, it was a little awkward to sound at first, but now it feels quite harmonious."

"It's amazing my Ruri sister."

"Playing the piano at the funeral, cattle prefers pl, and immediately has an international style?"

"I'll do both

I want to book one, even though I'm only thirteen years old......

"Is there a carved science, what kind of song is this? It's really harmonious, it can't be called a funeral march, right? / Dog's head saves life"

"Thank you, I'm very big (but don't call me 'carving').

This is Chopin's Funeral March."

"Carving, it's amazing for my carving, sure enough, since ancient times, the master has come out of the barrage, and there are really people who know the piano!!

"Eagle, shouldn't you be ......?"

"If you say it's okay to call me 'eagle', that's right, I ...... the caravan camp last night."

"Eagle, how is Sister Liuli playing? Is it the old cow that has broken it?"

"Don't call me ......, forget it, call it, call it, Sister Liuli is about level 10."

"Wow, full level !!"

"It's worthy of Sister Ruri."

「……」

Liu Li has completely relaxed, and even has his own elaboration and development of Chopin's "Funeral March" (I have made up for the forgotten parts), and I still have the leisure time to look up at the teleprompter that Xiao Jiu typed.

"Ahem, let me explain."

Liu Li thought that it was better to be beaten in the face by someone, so that at least he could listen to the sound, and explained while playing the piano:

"Piano level 10 is the entry level, which is equivalent to not being able to be a master."

"I still remember the day I passed the 10th grade in high school, and I saw all the mountains and small schools, and none of the people who received the certificate together were as high as my shoulders, and all the horses were elementary school students."

Liu Licai didn't care about the laughter in the barrage, and if he didn't look at it, it was equivalent to not existing.

She continued: "Let's listen and cherish it, if you want your sister to be ugly in the future, it's not that you don't open your mouth."

Liu Li closed her mouth when she said this.

It's not that she doesn't want to talk, it's just that her piano level of grade 10 doesn't allow it.

After a few words, I have forgotten where to play, so I can only start over.

Chopin's "Funeral March" reverberates through the funeral from the beginning, through the farewell hall, through the mobile phone screen......

Outside the airport, café, 10:55.

"Funeral March" flowed out of the barista's phone.

She shook the screen of her mobile phone in front of the decadent man, and said, "I found a treasure anchor today, the funeral live broadcast, it's this Sister Liuli."

"Beautiful and sassy and can play the piano, it's not much better than that smashing the field, let's shut him down."

The decadent man didn't answer the words of the female barista,

raised his head and looked away from the live broadcast of Brother Smashing the field, and glanced at Liu Li, who was playing the piano on the screen of the female barista's mobile phone.

His eyes are gentle and his smile is kind.

"She's a good person."

The tone of the decadent man was unmistakable.

"Huh? Do you know her?"

The barista asked in surprise.

The decadent man shook his head slowly and said, "I don't know, I just know one thing she did."

"Huh?"

"Yesterday......" He reached out and tapped the screen of his mobile phone, and his fingertips were pointed on the live broadcast screen, smashing his head on the ground, "...... This is a dead man."

The smashing brother in the live broadcast screen didn't know what to say, which made the woman he had just accosted covered her mouth and laughed, and the barrage brushed out pieces of "run".

The decadent man continued, "The people at the Liuli funeral parlor contacted her family and said that they would help her with her funeral for free."

The female barista picked up her mobile phone, took a sip on Liu Li's face who was playing the piano, and said happily: "I know, I didn't mistake her, I will be the flower of Liuli Factory from today on."

She put down her phone and continued, "You're talking about the woman who jumped off the building in her wedding dress."

The decadent man nodded.

The barista was indignant: "Hmph, she's so stupid."

"If it weren't for her husband's ability to hold his head high, would she have been forced to die?"

"As a result, the Internet said that the family received the money and did not pursue it, so this thing ran back and harmed others."

"Cheap man! Waste snacks! Useless stuff! I'm sorry for such a nice woman!"

"I was bought for a little money, phew, I really don't feel worth it for that woman."

After the female barista finished speaking, she coldly found that there was something wrong with the decadent man's expression, and reacted as if she was excited to collapse her image, and hurriedly went back to make up for it:

"Ahem, I don't usually do this, I just can't get angry."

The barista tried her best to be gentle, but she used too much force, and the clip sound came out.

The decadent man looked up and chuckled, "It's nothing, you're right, that man is so useless."

"I'll just say it. I'll make you another cup of coffee, I'll bake it myself, Panama Geisha."

"Don't waste it, I can't drink it, I'll just drink the sun-dried Yergacheffe."

The barista grinds the beans by herself, pours the coffee by hand, and says without looking back: "It's not good to drink only one type of bean, in case there is no more Yega in the day." :

"No ......," the decadent man muttered, "...... Then never drink it again."

The barista didn't hear and asked, "What did you say?"

"No, nothing."

At this time, the spicy "Funeral March" on the female barista's mobile phone finally ended.

Without the noise interference, the song that the café itself played on a loop suddenly became pure and translucent.

Listening intently, in a trance, the decadent man seemed to be in a church, looking up at the glass-colored dome revealing the brilliance of holy light, and hearing the clean singing of the choir children, sublimated.

He couldn't help asking, "What song is this?"

The barista replied, "Tea, Mass!"

"English?"

"No, it's Latin."

When the singing reached its climax, the magnificent, majestic singing made the two fall silent for a while, and they had no intention of talking......

「Dvaovaoevaoe

Holy, holy Mi, Holy Messiah,

Dvaoeovaoea

Holy Messiah, holy Messiah."

After a while, the decadent man let out a sigh of relief and put the song on his phone in the playlist.

When he cuts back to the live screen,

Brother Smashing said goodbye to the woman he was talking to and walked out.

As he walked, he was still yelling at the camera:

"The time has come!"

The decadent man's eyes narrowed, and he reached out to turn off the live broadcast.

Then click on the song "Tea" that was just added to the playlist.

The majestic music sounded with the interweaving of the sacred and the sorrowful:

「eperar

Always full or short

vaeeal

The abominable life."

The barista came up with the coffee, put it in front of the decadent man, and said with a smile, "It's good to try new varieties, don't fall in love with a flower."

The decadent man shook his head, got up, paid the bill, and said, "Thank you for the coffee, I have to go."

"But ......"

The barista looked at the steaming Geisha coffee and was at a loss for a moment.

The decadent man didn't drink that cup of coffee after all.

For him, there is only one kind of coffee,

Sun-basked Yirgacheffe.

If not?

Then don't drink it.

Don't drink it anymore?

No more!

raera

loee

Sometimes hard-hearted, sometimes careful and soothing, like a game.

ageaepoeaeolve

Poverty and wealth are melted away by it like ice."

The barista stared

The decadent man walked out, annoyed why he was reserved and didn't add a WeChat first.

This kind of man who obviously has a story is her dish.

In the next second, she saw the decadent man come back again, and she frowned in surprise, and saw the decadent man pick up a long strip of something wrapped in a towel that fell on the chair, said "goodbye", and turned to leave.

"Oops."

The barista hesitated, and the reserved villain was beaten by the brave villain, she gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, and chased out.

"Wait."

roadside

She only had time to see the decadent man tuck a long strip of "towel" into his sleeve, get into a taxi and drive away.

Towards the airport.

The barista's heart was empty, and an inexplicable premonition came to her heart:

She would never see him again.