A word of astonishment.

The old man's words seemed to make a popping sound in my ears, which alarmed my cranial nerves.

Why, should I be like everyone else?

"Ninety-nine percent of the people in this world are doing the same thing as everyone else, and only the one percent of people are living their own lives, and they are so different. And they are the ones who are changing this unchanging world. Maybe they're as incomprehensible as poor Guy Fawkes, but in the end they're always confirmed by objective history, aren't they?"

The gentle voice sounded slowly, like a river of spring water flowing through my heart.

A certain stalk that has been stuck in my heart, at that moment, I suddenly felt that the ice and snow had melted.

"Sir, I want to play another song. I said slowly, but with a strong desire and determination. "Can you lend me the piano?"

"I thought, yes. ”

The old man said kindly.

"Thank you. I took the violin with my hands, grasped the bottom of the bow with my right hand, hesitated for a breath, and said with some caution, "Sir, if my next play is too intense and the violin is damaged......

"Just pull it. When a violin is able to play in the player's hand enough to make a sound that is powerful enough to break the strings, its life ends. The old man laughed, "And, child." Boys should not hesitate to do things, but they should dare to swear and say, 'I dare to do everything that a man dares to do; There are no more daring people than me. ’”

It's a line from Shakespeare's Macbeth. I laughed. "Sir, you are also interested in Shakespeare's plays?"

"Not bad. I am as interested in the work of this great dramatist who was born and died on the same day and month as he was in his particular sexuality. The old man said with humor.

Hearing the old man's words, I was slightly shocked, but I couldn't help but laugh when I thought of Shakespeare's "Sonnets" dedicated to his fellow **. Then, I slowly pulled the bow.

The thin strings beat with trembling notes under my tug.

“...... If music is the food of love, then play it as much as you can, so that love will choke to death from overfilling. As my performance began, the old man hummed softly.

"Twelfth Night. I whispered.

"Yes, Twelfth Night. You're smart, kid. The old man muttered softly, without denying it.

"Is it good to be smart?" I asked as I played my violin slowly.

"Being smart and wise is definitely not a bad thing in itself. The old man smiled, "The key is the person who uses wisdom." Even though I'm a bad old man, I can see that you're a talented kid. The understanding is excellent, and the talent far exceeds those children of the same age who are still nostalgic for childhood and burning youth.

"With your mind, even going to the NSA as a decryptor with complex calculations is more than enough. But I'm not going to be bullish. Why? With your talents, the NSA will give you some codes that no one else can crack, and maybe you can crack them without much effort. Then you will find that it is a secret base in Paktika Province in eastern Afghanistan, so the code you cracked was intercepted and learned by the spies of the US 'boiling' operation, so it was transmitted back to the US National Security Agency as soon as possible, so the US politicians will pull NATO and bomb Paktika Province in eastern Afghanistan with 50 "Tomahawk" cruise missiles in just a few days, so that as few as 600 people and as many as 1,000 innocent people died.

"Then, American politicians would send special forces to defend the area, and the merry-seeking soldiers would rush to Chinese restaurants every day in Black Hawk helicopters or M1A1 main battle tanks to eat dumplings. And the politicians are even more indifferent to the razed camps, because it is not their children who are shot, and even if they have children, they have joined the reserves. And the poor Middle Eastern children who have taken refuge will return home to find that the factories where they used to work have been moved to the places where they went to fight, and the enemy who has killed their families and been shot has robbed them of their jobs, because their average salary does not exceed $2 a day.

"In the end, they will be surprised to find that they will go to war simply to get cheap crude oil from that country, so that the oil companies can take advantage of the war panic and raise the price of domestic oil and make a small profit." So the U.S. would buy oil for 1.89 gallons and spend time shipping it back to the U.S. day after day across the Atlantic. Perhaps a drunken captain who loves martinis and hummed the opening song of Henry Mancini's "The Resentment" through Prince William Sound in Alaska, collided with an underwater reef and spilled tens of millions of gallons of crude oil, killing all marine life in the North Atlantic and causing a terrible impact on the fragile ecosystems of Alaska's southern coast.

"And so, oh, the North Atlantic mandarin fish, the delicious black cod, and the ferocious killer whales are gone. Then under the influence of the northeast trade winds, the terrible crude oil drifted across the ocean to the Philippines, where a large number of sea otters and seahorse carcasses surfaced. The poor old US president will be notorious for this, and then the new US president will withdraw his troops in order to win votes and restrict Middle East oil exports, which of course will be another opportunity to raise oil prices. So the smart Chinese understood the importance of oil and started a dispute with Southeast Asian countries for oil in the South China Sea.

"The strife is protracted, the people are panicked, the allergies are excited, and the price of oil is rising day by day, so, child, in the end, you will find that many of your friends can't afford to drive a car or eat delicious North Atlantic cod, but they still have to sit in front of the computer every day to fight for the disputes in the South China Sea, shouting the banner of defending the territory, and the top level of the state has to worry about the situation of the chain encirclement in the South China Sea, and can't sleep at night. And the root of all this absurdity is just that little password you cracked. ”

"You say, is wisdom good or bad?"

I was stunned.

I was deeply struck by the old man's terrifying associative divergent thinking.

A terrifying sense of oppression and disparity made me feel like falling into the abyss, and the old man's long and slow words made me really feel the gap between myself and the old man.

This is the terrifying gap between intelligence and the amount of knowledge.

This old man ...... Who is he sacred?

"Sir, what the hell are you...... Who?"

"Who am I? a bad old man whose lifelong dream is to play the violin all his life. The old man smiled faintly, "Child, the height and power of dreams are always strong, we will always be moved by those who work hard for their dreams, and I believe that one day everyone can also move themselves.

"Every heart that does not succumb to fate and dares to fight against fate will be favored by God. ”

"As far as the heart goes, the road is as far as it goes. ”

The kind voice faded away, like a quiet wind slowly dissipating, and the ward, which was still echoing the old man's distant voice, became extremely silent again.

Quiescence.

There was silence.

"Sir?"

I was a little stunned.

"Sir?"

No one responded.

There was silence in the room.

It was as if the old man had never appeared.

I'm the only one left.

I sat at the head of the bed in a daze, and suddenly I felt a cold wind blowing from the window, mixed with the sound of hunting as the curtain was blown away, and the voice was soft and soft, as if there was a hidden force calling me for something.

This breeze evoked my memories of my childhood life, my yearning for life, and cut off all my suicidal thoughts. I think back to my childhood, when spring came, and people with satisfied smiles flocked to the streets, and I walked hand in hand with Yanyan and Ah Xue under the golden sun......

After a long time, I came back from my distant contemplation, I put the body of the violin between my shoulders and neck, the ancient bow on the quiet strings, and then, with my hand, I pulled the bow in my hand suddenly!!

Boom!

A piercing single note kicks off the song.

Unlike the soothing and slower style of pulling the canon away, this time, I pulled almost frantically, the bow and strings rubbing together with a fierce roar and vibrato!

It was as if I was standing alone in a desert with no one for thousands of miles, and above the sky were endless gray clouds, which were stacked on top of each other, like mountains and peaks, and occasionally cast one or two soft beams of light through the thick clouds, hitting me, as if from a distant country on the other side of the sky.

I played like crazy, and the jumping transitions between syllables were done in one go, without the slightest lag!

A series of fast-paced Canon variations flowed down my fingers, turning into bubbling spring water and flowing to the boundless earth beneath my feet.

The earth cracked in the wilderness, green shoots broke through the soil, the mountains collapsed in the distance, and colorful buds bloomed.

The old man's words echoed in my mind repeatedly:

"Canon is a magical piece that bursts out more and more powerful when the player is emotionally agitated. Music, like the human heart, has colors, and as long as you close your eyes, you can see it. ”

"The power that bursts out of despair. ”

The wonderful Canon played on the violin sent me into a state of chaotic madness, because the sound was familiar to me when I had motherly love, spring flowers, ambition, friends, and a white and flawless mind and collar in my life.

My sensitive mood and the violin music subtly merged, and I even felt a strange change in my soul.

I suddenly felt disgusted with the mud pit I had fallen into.

That time of depravity, incompetent self-deprecation, self-abandonment, discouragement, declining abilities, bad motives—all these things now make up my life at this moment.

In an instant, a new artistic conception awakened and stirred me. A strong and rapid impulse surged in my chest, and I was motivated to fight for my bumpy fate.

That's right!

I'm going to pull myself out of the mud, I'm going to be a good person again! I'm going to conquer the depravity that has taken control of me! It's not too late, I'm still young, I'm going to reinvigorate my ambition and be determined to achieve it.

The elegant and sweet tone of the violin has set off a vigorous revolution in my heart.

Tomorrow is tomorrow. I'm going to the bustling business district to find something to do. Receive training in massage for the blind, or enroll in a vocational and technical college for the blind...... I still have a long way to go in life, and even if I lose my sight, I still have to live my own life.

I'm going to be a good person.

I'm going to-

Boom!

The strings snapped, and the short violin music abruptly stopped at the highest note, and I was startled and opened my eyes subconsciously.

In a flash

Everything in the ward came into view of me very clearly.

There is not a single corner that is not a clear sight.

No ray of light escaped my eyes anymore.