In the twilight, many audience members were waiting for the music to begin, and some of these audience members had come because of Hedley, and they also had a certain understanding of music.

A few playful and cheerful notes sounded, and the smooth rhythm was filled with a joyful and relaxed atmosphere. Sylvia's fingering is quite professional, and even those who don't know music can feel the joy contained in the song.

However, people who really understand music can't help but close their eyes and think about it with doubts and incomprehension.

Such a rhythm does not seem to be right.

And when he heard this music, Shining Gold Ark's eyes lit up, and such a relaxed rhythm also relaxed his tense heart, as if in the evening, watching a few children on the road playing and playing.

But then, the rhythm of the music slows down, and after a brief moment of joy, the first measure ends, bringing out a faint melancholy.

Ark froze, and suddenly felt something familiar, as if he had returned to the past.

That was years ago, when Ark was just little Ark.

Her mother was the daughter of a minor nobleman, and with the decline of the family, she married into a fairly wealthy merchant family. However, after Ark's father inherited the family, he gambled like a gambler and squandered the family property. Families who had some money soon became poor.

My mother began to become frugal, and although she came from a small aristocratic background, she could not even buy beautiful new clothes. But my father was still not satisfied, and was still obsessed with gambling, trying in vain to make a profit by gambling.

The family's business became even more depressed.

Gradually, the house became smaller, the number of servants became smaller, and the clothes on his body gradually became more and more plain.

After some time, little Ark finally became a poor man's child.

Then, the former partner was finally lost.

"My mother said, don't play with you, said that if you play with the son of a gambler, you will learn badly!"

"Then there will be no new clothes to wear, no big house to live in, and all the servants have run away. ”

"I don't want it, there is no servant, who will dress me. I don't know how to wear clothes yet. ”

Of course, the former friends are still the children of the aristocracy and the rich. But now he is no longer the child of the aristocracy and the rich.

In the afterglow of dusk, little Ark walked towards his home, but tears flowed uncontrollably.

After a touch of melancholy, the rhythm of the music becomes serene and beautiful, giving people a warm feeling.

Those who know music finally feel the taste of dusk.

It's certainly the taste of dusk.

Leaning on his mother's arms, his little head against his mother's soft breasts, watching his mother's blonde hair melt into the afterglow in the sunset, and smelling the faint fragrance of his mother's body.

This is the taste of twilight in little Ark's heart.

And at this time, the music changed again.

A deep voice sounded, and a melancholy and dull rhythm followed.

It was the same evening, and little Ark returned home, but he could no longer lean on his mother. He couldn't remember what happened next, but he remembered that his mother's reluctant smile on the hospital bed and the long golden hair flowing on the white sheets flowed into the depths of his memory forever.

And the mother, who can't be preserved in her memory, lives in a small cemetery under the mountain plain.

And the last words left by his mother became a curse in Ark's heart.

"Glitter, the golden glow of the sun, that's your name. This name was given to you by your father when you were just born. So, please don't resent him. ”

How can you not be resentful, lose your status, lose your money, lose your friends, these are all tolerable, but how can you not be resentful about losing your mother. If there was enough money, the mother's condition could be treated, no, if it weren't for the point of being so depressed, the mother wouldn't need to work hard and be emaciated at all. The mother would not have been sick at all!

If you can't get revenge, you can only stay away.

Without his mother, there is no place for him.

Young Ark finally ran away from home. And the name of Shining Gold, he is also ready to give up.

The melody became tense and rapid, with constant twists and turns, Sylvia's fingers darting to the keys, and the extremely fast-paced music leaping out of the piano.

The crowd of listeners, even the most discerning ones, could not help but applaud Sylvia's wonderful fingering in their hearts at this time.

And when this series of changing music, the tune turns, and finally, the tranquility is restored again, no, it is not tranquility, but a tranquility that contains life. It's as if you just see the dusk, and you see the dawn.

Ark recalls arriving at Golden Sunshine, the first time he met the store manager.

Also in the middle of a twilight.

"Manager, there's a kid at the door!" reported the wizard's apprentice, who was about to close.

"What! I'll take a look. ”

The man in the prime of life walked to the door of the store, and a small boy fell down the street, lying on his stomach at the door of the 'Golden Sunshine'.

The middle-aged store manager stepped forward, but saw the young man stubbornly struggling to get up.

Just after a glance, the middle-aged store manager asserted: "Don't waste your efforts, your physical strength is not enough." I'm hungry. Go get him something to eat. Take a softer loaf of bread and bring water. ”

Soon, the apprentice brought bread and water and handed it to Ark. Ark was probably hungry, so he took it and stuffed it into his mouth, almost choked up and hurried to drink water.

"Where are the imps going?"

"I don't know what to do. ”

"What about your parents?"

"No more. ”

"Where's your name?"

"Ark. ”

"No, I'm asking for your name. ”

"Ark. ”

The store manager squatted in front of Ark, stared closely at Ark's eyes, and finally said, "I'm not asking for that name, it's the full name, you know what I'm asking." ”

"No more. ”

Then Ark saw the middle-aged shopkeeper reach out and rub his blonde hair, which resembled his own.

"In that case, how about I give you a name, just call it Shining Gold, shining with golden light, golden light like the sun. It's really good. Imp, do you want to come to me. ”

"Why do you want to take me in?" asked Ark.

"Look, aren't we all the same blonde hair. I feel like it's definitely a fate. ”

"Then why do you want to name me Flash Gold?"

"When I see your hair, I can't help but think of this name. Not bad, isn't it? Instead of rubbing his own hair, the middle-aged store manager reached out and rubbed Ark's hair.

At this moment, Ark really felt the existence of a fate.

The name of glitter that can't be shaken off.

Maybe he was destined to shine.

The afterglow of dusk shone on the blonde hair of the two people on the street, and it was the same, a kind of dusk taste.

Ark thought.

And Sylvia's piano music finally played the last note at this time.