Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 170

Thinking about the young man's piano practice two days ago, he changed his way of going upstairs and walked towards the piano room.

Because he was worried that the other party would recognize the recording equipment, Zheng Hongyi ordered someone to set it up the day before yesterday to conceal it. He took out the tape in the recording equipment under the cabinet and put in a new one. Zheng Hongyi took the tape and put it on. building.

Put the tape into the special broadcasting equipment in the room, press the play button, and Zheng Hongyi entered the bathroom with a faint melancholy melody.

Even with the barrier of the shower door and the crisp sound of water splashing from the shower, Zheng Hongyi could still hear the sound of the piano clearly coming from the room.

The faint melody lingers in my ears, with some inexplicable thoughts, accompanied by the sound of the piano, gently knocking down my heart, as soft as the wind blowing, as thin as the gurgling stream, and it is like a thousand words of telling.

When he heard this piano piece for the first time, Zheng Hongyi was thinking about what the young man wanted to tell him, why he was so helpless and sad.

He thought about it many times carefully, but he didn't come up with a reason. After contacting the psychiatrist directly, the other party told him that this was a normal reaction that would occur during the course of this treatment plan, and he was slightly relieved.

Now that the other party is willing to play the piano and express his thoughts with the sound of the piano, it proves that the other party's illness is developing in a better direction. Maybe in the near future, he will finally be willing to play openly in front of himself. Piano once.

At the end of the last song, he stretched out his hand to wipe off the hot water on his face, and Zheng Hongyi in the bathroom picked up a towel beside him to wipe his body.

At the same time, in the room just across the door, from the broadcasting equipment that did not play the piano, there were other sounds, rustling and faint whimpering.

It's a pity that the original only audience was not around at this moment, and missed this real moment.

A few minutes later, Zheng Hongyi came out with a bath towel half wrapped around his waist. The room had returned to its usual tranquility, and he didn't pay much attention to the occasional rustling sound from the player.

Putting on his pajamas, Zheng Hongyi glanced at the time on the bedside table. It was almost early morning, and it was time to rest.

Walking to the cabinet not far away, he raised his hand and pressed the stop button directly.

However, just as his finger was about to press down, a ray of familiar yet unfamiliar melody came from the player.

Low, deep, and icy music, flowing quietly along with the tune, like a depressing cabinet, slowly opened in the haze of the sea of ​​smoke.

Like smoke is not smoke, like a dream is not a dream, it is hurt, it is joy, it is sorrow, it is insanity, it is life, it is death, it is separation, it is farewell, it is as blurred as fireworks, and it is fleeting like years.

Zheng Hongyi's figure suddenly froze, this is...

"see"

His most peak piano piece ever, is a black hymn composed when he is most isolated and helpless, his life is about to die, and he is completely shrouded in despair.

And this piano piece is not something you can play if you want to play it. If you don’t really feel the despair, you can’t play the most essential emotion of hope in it. If you play it forcefully, it will only make you laugh. ... Zheng Hongyi suddenly approached the player.

The deep melody seems to be crying, silent, lonely, with eyes open, silently weeping, waiting for the despair of dying completely.

He is calling, he is calling, he is yelling for help, if the death row is waiting for the trial of Ling Chi.

Zheng Hongyi just maintained this movement, held his breath and listened to the whole melody without moving. It was not until a long time after the end that Zheng Hongyi suddenly let out the stale breath held in his chest.

This... what's going on here?Why can the boy play this piano piece perfectly?Why did the boy suddenly play this piano piece?

At this moment, countless reasons almost filled Zheng Hongyi's mind, making him unable to find out.

Pressing his temple with his hands, Zheng Hongyi quickly thought about everything in recent days, did he overlook some details?

Behavior on weekdays, the same sound of the piano, not saying a word, helpless and sad...

In front of the cupboard, he frowned deeply, what the hell, what the hell, what the hell...

After a slight pause, Zheng Hongyi's gaze slowly shifted to the broadcasting equipment in front of him.

Today's piano sound is very strange compared to usual, there will be a blank silent segment in the middle?

Ok why is there a blank segment?Moreover, the boy hadn't played it a few times before. This was the first time he played it in his memory. Could it be... because of what happened today?

He stretched out his hand again and pressed the replay button, his fingertips fell, and the melancholy sound of the piano floated out. Zheng Hongyi frowned, and instead of listening to the melody, he fast-forwarded to the end of the music. As the last beat fell in the broadcasting equipment, he fell silent. The silent segment comes.

After waiting for nearly half a minute, Zheng Hongyi suddenly heard a strange sound, he held his breath and frowned to listen, but because the sound was too small, too far away and blocked, the only sound coming from it was rustling. The tone, Zheng Hongyi, who couldn't hear the original tone at all, raised his eyebrows three points.

Just waiting for Zheng Hongyi to think about this