I don't want to dwell on the clear comforting effects of music on people. So for this old man who inexplicably broke into my ward, although I don't know his intentions too well, it seems that the other party has no malicious intent.

So I sat at the head of the bed, didn't say a word, just quietly listened to the old man's performance.

However, as time went on, I felt more and more that something was wrong.

The old man plays the violin with the technique of kneading the strings with his wrist, and the range of movement when pulling the bow is very small, not impatient or impatient, and the tune of "Canon" in D major is also mellow and peaceful, with a slight melodiousness in the softness.

However, as time passed, the rhythm of the old man's pull gradually increased, the frequency of the string vibration gradually increased, and the variations produced by the gradually accelerated strip brought a strange and subtle feeling.

That feeling is like the fragrant orchid gradually blooming in the empty valley, the faint fragrance, with the cold spring water at the bottom of the valley, slowly sliding into the endless distance, and at the end of the river, is the Rocky Mountains covered with silver-white snow under the slanting light of the sunset, and the snow-capped mountains are shrouded in layers of thick fog. Beneath the foothills are the branches of small mountain ranges, each of which staggers with vast glaciers, verdant lakes set like jewels in the green taiga, flocks of seagulls lazing in the sun on the lawns, and pairs of mallards playing and bathing on the rippling pearl-coloured waters.

The water was so clear that you could even see the antlers of the dead elk that had sunk to the bottom of the water.

The majestic peaks, verdant forests, mirror-like lakes, and curved and clear rivers constitute a wonderful picture, harmoniously playing a distant symphony with the beauty of life.

The gentle and peaceful violin actually constructed a harmonious and quiet natural scenery in my mind, which made my consciousness a little confused.

Gradually, I immersed myself in the graceful and beautiful melody, my breath, my heartbeat, seemed to be deeply pulled by the old man's music, and I fell into the sea of piano sounds, almost unable to extricate myself.

It's true...... It's beautiful.

This is the strength of the canon, quiet, with a little bit of passion.

I don't know when, the song has ended.

"Do you like it?"

The old man had just stopped playing, and asked me with a kind and intimate laugh.

"Fantastic...... I love it. The Canon solo you play in D major has a sense of tranquility, comfort, distantness and depth. There is a faint sentimentality in the front, a thick sadness in the middle, and in the end it ends in a positive way, while at the tail end it changes a sense of long-term peace and light wind, and the overall rhythm of the tune is gradually transitioning from the initial soothing sadness to the sudden positive, and then returning to tranquility. The whole process, from the initial weakness, gradually evolved into a sense of strength, and even made my heart surge. ”

Hearing my description, the old man smiled softly.

"That's the power of Canon, kid. "Canon" is a very magical piece that changes with the mood of the player, its tune is always sad when you are sad and lonely, its rhythm will be agitated with your emotions when you are angry and desperate, and finally, it will bring unparalleled power. ”

"It's a powerful force that bursts out of despair. ”

The old man spoke peacefully, the voice as if it came from a distant horizon, but it seemed to be close to his ears.

"Want to try it?"

"I haven't touched the violin. Although I also know some basic vocal music, stave or notation, and the knowledge of playing string instruments, I ......"

"Try it. This time, the old man spoke in a declarative tone, and before I could refuse, I felt a heavy object fall on my palm, and a cold, slippery wooden sensation reached my palm.

My hand trembled slightly, and I subconsciously raised my hand to touch the body of the violin in my hand, but this touch made me frown.

I stroked all the way up the cheek rest, over the board, over the horse on the middle protrusion, and then along the strings all the way to the head.

In terms of feel, I noticed that the neck of the violin handed to me by the old man seemed to be thicker than the shape of a normal violin, and the direction was relatively straight: the fretboard was also shorter than the others, the column was slightly thinner, the horse was slightly lower, and the arc was not so large. The plate is wide and flat, with a very slight arc, thick in the middle, and gradually expands to the periphery to become thinner, the thinnest near the side plates, the thickness of the panel is moderate, and the strings are very easy to vibrate.

This is not like the style of a modern violin.

It appears to be an imitation of a Stradiva violin-style instrument.

"Good classical piano. I sighed, "The piano is a good piano, but I don't know the score and melody of Canon." I can't play this piano. Thank you, sir. ”

"I can teach you. The old man's voice came slowly, full of lightness and kindness, "Canon" is a magical song. Everyone's experience is different and their personalities are different, so everyone has their own understanding of how Kanon feels. It's like listening to stories, like going through the past. ”

"Here, try pulling your strings. The violin is the most elegant queen, and when you play the violin elegantly, it emits a melodious sound that resonates with your heart, and you will find your Avalon's, child. ”

I slowly grasped the bow, weighed the weight of the bow, kept the density of the bow hairs touching the string, raised the elbow of my right arm, transmitted the force to the bow and acted on the string, the bow shaft was in a diagonal line on the hand: the index finger was around the second joint, the middle finger was between the first and second joints, the ring finger was basically attached to the first joint, and the little finger was on the tip of the finger. At the same time, I kept the shoulder, elbow, wrist, and finger joints of my right hand flexible, adjusted to a certain angle, and finally exerted force, pulled the bow, and began to adjust the tune of each string.

The violin has four strings, and I plucked them eight times with the bow, and after finding the approximate position, I finally started to pull the strings, which was the first time I played the violin, stiff and jerky.

Hollow and incoherent rings trickled out of my fingertips.

Before he could pull a short section, the old man spoke:

"Your hand is a little jerky, and the gap between your fingers and the palmar joint and the fretboard plane is too large, which will make it difficult for your fingers to skip fast. When playing the violin, play the piano with your right hand, the finger joints are located above the fretboard plane, the lower jaw of the left face should be slightly close to the body, the body should be turned to the inside of the body, and the palm of the left hand should press the strings against your face, child, your fingers are very slender and slender and flexible, they are rare beautiful fingers I have ever seen, and you have a pair of good hands that are very suitable for playing the violin. ”

"Is that so?" I said, readjusting my posture.

"Not bad, not bad. Your perception is good. It couldn't be more perfect. Let's try to pull the strings and slowly find a balance that suits you as you draw the bow...... The chord order of the D major canon is d|a|bm|#fm|g|d|g|a, pay special attention to the #fm chord when the index finger holds down the fourth string and the fourth fret, and the middle no small third finger presses the third two and one string and the fifth fret......"

The old man patiently and tirelessly explained to me the posture, tone and chord method when playing the violin, but he was always able to point to the point, which benefited me a lot.

Although it was my first time playing the violin, perhaps because I couldn't see, I became extremely sensitive to the vibrations of the violin strings and the changes in syllables.

The canon is a repetitive form that is characterized by the repetition of a piece of music after several syllables, and is the easiest introductory form to learn. In less than 10 minutes, I was able to play an extremely slow Canon in D major, with the repetitive memory of my musical arm.

At first, I was rusty and difficult to play, with a break in the back and forth of a few strings, but as time went on, my speed in pulling the bow slowly increased, and my proficiency improved rapidly.

A complete piece of "Pakhbel Canon" slowly slipped from the tips of my fingers. Canon, the music carried by NASA's Voyager spacecraft to outer space, is the crowning achievement of human music.

"How do you feel?" asked the old man.

"I'm starting to feel it...... But you are too far apart, sir. Whether it's proficiency or state of mind. I thought back to the calm feeling of the old man when he played, and sighed helplessly.

"Sigh, child. You've done it very successfully. You can see that you are still a beginner in the field of strings, how many people in the world have such a talent as you? I can safely pack the ticket that one day you will no longer need your eyes, you will be the best violinist. ”

Eye......

Speaking of eyes, a wry smile crossed my lips.

I shook my head, put down the violin in my hand, sighed softly again, and frowned:

"What do you mean by that. You can tell that I'm blind and blind now. ”

"Blind, blind, oh no, I don't think they have much in common. It is only when we stop believing that there is color in this world that we are truly blind. In this sense, neither you nor I are. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" I said, in a calm voice.

"yes. What do I want to say, a bad old man?" In the face of my questioning, the old man's voice was extremely light and pleasant, and the voice of peace and tranquility resounded slowly in the ward.

"Oh, all I can say is. Child, music, like the human heart, has color. Sometimes, you can only see it when you close your eyes. ”

Rumble!

The old man's quiet and pleasant voice was like throwing a boulder into my heart, setting off a thousand waves!

My whole body trembled as if I had been electrocuted.

Music and the human heart......

It's all visible.

In an instant, the scenes of these days flickered in my mind like alternating current......

The departure of the fox fairy, the farewell of Wei Wenlong, the viciousness of the ugly brother, the persecution of Si Fushijian, the ugliness of Zhou when he provided the cornea, the philistine of the director of the doctor, and in the end, only Ah Xue was waiting by my side, and she would never abandon me.

"What are you afraid of, child?" said a distant voice, as if coming from the top of the clouds.

What am I afraid of?

"I'm scared...... What?"

I gently reached out my right hand and pressed it against the right side of my face.

Then, I understood what I was really afraid of.

Something I couldn't overcome.

"Got it. I'm afraid of myself, I don't dare to face myself......" I touched my cheek and muttered, "Because I'm disfigured, I'm afraid to see my ugly face when I open my eyes, I'm afraid of other people's superficial philistine gazes, I'm afraid that others will call me a monster, so I've been running away...... So subconsciously, I don't want to open my eyes......"

It dawned on me, but, very soon, I fell back into it

"Oh, yes. I don't know anything about that. The old man said with a smile. "I'm just a medic who likes to have fun. ”

The old man's subtle and profound words made me frown slightly, and the doubts in my heart became more solemn.

Who is this old man?

Where did he come from?

Perhaps, this is important.

But perhaps, at this moment, it is not so important.

I gently rubbed my rough and wrinkled cheeks with the palm of my hand, feeling the roughness of my fingertips, and the thought of my ugly face at the moment filled my heart with a deep sadness.

"Sir...... Why am I different from others?"

Why do I have abilities that others don't?

Why did I become a blind man with nothing?

Why did I suffer such a blow and setback in my fate?

Why did I turn into such an ugly monster?

Why...... Why should I suffer all this cruelty!?

Why, only me?

Why, not someone else?

Why am I different from others?!

I...... I just want to live the most ordinary and warm little life! Why, now I don't even have such power?!

Why does Heaven give me a glimmer of hope, but in the end, it ruthlessly deprives me of everything?

I clenched my fists, my arms trembled, my palms felt like my nails digging into my flesh and bleeding, and my teeth rattled as I clenched.

What I did was to roar out on the spot, spew out, vent all my anger, and destroy this unfair world!!

However, the old man's simple words instantly extinguished all my resentment, resentment, and resentment.

"Why, do you want to be like everyone else?"