Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons are constantly alternating.

The wind of October blew into the classroom of the Department of Literature in the afternoon. On the neat desks in the classroom, the books were turned by the wind

Tianhai Qimingyue's hair was lifted and turned with her hands spread across the desk. She closed her eyes and breathed evenly.

The sound of glass wind chimes flowing from the window makes the memory of distant Mohu seem to emerge in a dream

[In A flat minor, play the black keys first, then add some octave variations, speed up the variations!]

The chords interspersed among the ripples, and the sad notes flowed out, but then stopped abruptly.

[July, you made a mistake again.]

Bertha Hekeya's slender hands held her forehead in disappointment. She glanced at her five-year-old daughter sitting in front of the piano and criticized:

[Don’t play this original song by Powell so timidly. You have to understand that even though he was suffering from tuberculosis and suffering mental torture at the time, deep down in his heart, he still longed for something. He

He was discriminated against, so he longed for recognition. He was forced to a mental hospital for electroshock treatment, so he longed for justice. Driven by all these reasons, he created such a song full of passionate singing!]

[]

The seven bright moons in the sky stared at the piano under the moonlight, with their little hands on the cold bone-colored keys, silent for a long time.

Bertha Hekeya knew that her second daughter didn't like to talk very much, so she lowered her voice, held her arms, waved to her and said: [Forget it, let Liuli come up, and you will go down in July.]

Tianhai Qimingyue walked down the piano stage in silence.

[Recall your mistakes, think about them, and then improve them.]

Along with her mother's voice came a little girl who was exactly the same age, appearance, and even clothes.

Tianhai Jiuliuli glanced at her silent sister and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by her urging mother.

[Liu Li, go up and get ready to start, Cleopatra’s Dream, starting from the movement that you just missed in July.]

Bertha Hekeya stood back and reminded her second daughter beside her, [Remember to see how your sister plays in July, summarize and review, and you will make progress.]

[]

Soon, Tianhai Jiuliuli sat on the high piano bench under the watchful eyes of her mother and sister.

She put her little hands on the keys and closed her eyes. Within a moment, the feeling that came to her heart made her slide the white keys. The music overflowed. She struck out the chords with her left hand, playing the piano in the layered rhythm.

A lively melody.

Bertha Hekeya pinched her chin, closed her eyes, listened carefully with her ears, and nodded continuously, [Keep the rhythm, yes. Yes. Yes, very good, the drum beat has a sense of crisis.]

The sound of the piano gradually became better, and Tianhai Qimingyue continued to watch her sister's smooth movements on the stage.

The mother’s narrating voice also followed the music.

[Born in 1924, Powell was beaten by the police because of racial discrimination, was sent to a mental hospital for electroshock treatment, and was imprisoned for half his life by mental torture and tuberculosis. And he was a musician who received classical piano training from the age of seven. Imagine him.

The time he spent in a mental hospital, imagine the repression he felt imprisoned in his mind and body! Imagine his ambition to run and break free! Imagine his desire to devote everything to speed and freedom

…

[Imagine a blue sports car, speeding on an endless highway, letting go of all speed, trying its best to rush towards the distant skyline with no end in sight]

Bertha Heikeya became increasingly satisfied and devoted her energy to her daughter's performance.

[Very good, it seems that we have found the rhythm, continue! Use all your strength to accelerate!]

In line with her mother's fierce words, Tianhai Jiuliuli played faster and faster on the piano, becoming more and more passionate. Just one clip made her sweat on her forehead from nervousness, but the musical notes bursting out from the keys made her

It's exciting and exciting.

It’s hard to imagine that a five-year-old girl could play this piece.

But Tianhai Jiuliuli not only did it, but also received praise from her mother, who is already highly praised in the piano industry.

After it was over, Bertha Hekeya smiled and said to her:

[Although there are many wrong syllables in the middle, the overall rhythm has been maintained. The pronunciation is good and can be practiced, but the rhythm is the most difficult.]

[You will lose your rhythm in July, remember to learn more from your sister.]

[]

[Here, Liuli, do it again, try to make as few mistakes as possible this time.]

This night practice seemed to last until 11 o'clock in the night.

Tianhai Qimingyue also stood below and listened to her sister's performance until 11 o'clock.

The mother's face became blurred as she stood silently. She said she wanted to cook dinner for the two of them and let her sister continue practicing.

After she left, her sister stopped the piano and looked at herself who had been standing silently listening.

My sister's expression seems very complicated at this time, I don't know how to describe it.

The image of my sister that my mother praised seemed to reappear before my eyes.

The seven bright moons in the sky lowered their heads.

[Sister, I want to go out for a walk.]

[Want to go out again in July?]

[Hmm.]

[Okay then, I will tell mom that you have to go to the bathroom and it will take a long time.]

[Thank you sister.]

[You should also remember to come back early, mom is preparing dinner for us]

[Hmm.]

Tianhai Qimingyue walked out of the room, avoiding the kitchen. When she went out, she pushed the door back. She raised her head and looked at the starry sky that could not be seen at all, and the light spots of the stars were reflected in her small eyes.

She stared at it for a while, then quickly lowered her head and walked out of here.

Tianhai Qimingyue listened to the sound of Xia Cicada coming from the grass on the roadside, walking and stopping all the way.

She walked past a telegraph pole next to an intersection, then followed the road, passed through a path surrounded by trees, and came to the front of a wooden bungalow.

Next to a potato field.

Here, there is a little boy of similar age, holding a hoe and digging something next to a potato field.

The surrounding area is full of shrubs and weeds.

"You're here again."

"." Tianhai Qimingyue, who was sitting on a bluestone, just looked at him quietly.

"Why don't you speak?" he asked.

"Don't like to talk."

He glanced at the little girl sitting on the bluestone, shook his head and continued hoeing: "What a strange person. You don't look like a girl of your age at all, and you often run over to look for me."

"What should it look like?"

"Well," he stopped the hoe in his hand, touched his chin and thought for a while, "you know, I have a younger sister. She jumps around every day, makes trouble all the time, leaves countless bowls behind when eating, and gets scolded by her father. How many times, haha, but every time she was scolded, she would hide behind me, hoping that I would help her block her father’s scolding.

…

"And what do you say, it's too quiet, my wife is quiet."

"Isn't it good to be quiet? Both mother and father like quiet."

He obviously saw something in the little girl's clothes. He leaned the hoe against the pit and rested his hands on the tip of the hoe. "Of course it's good to be quiet. Every parent likes quiet children."

Tianhai Qimingyue lowered her head and dangled her feet on the bluestone.

"Is the injury on your foot healed last time?"

"Okay."

"That's good."

He looked at the seven bright moons in the sky and suddenly said with a smile: "I know, you should be here for vacation, and you are staying in the hotel opened by Grandpa Ueda over there."

"How do you know?" Tianhai Qimingyue asked curiously. The little boy holding a hoe in front of her gave her a very different feeling.

"Judging from your clothes, your clothes are very valuable."

"High value.?"

"Well, it seems that you still don't understand the meaning of value, but all you need to know is that the clothes you are wearing are probably enough to feed ordinary people for two months."

"Is it worth eating enough food for two months?"

"Well, I can't explain it to you, but 'two months' food' is indeed valuable." He picked up the hoe and continued digging. "I think you are very smart, quiet and smart. At least my sister has never

She doesn’t know the value of eating, so she just eats. Of course, you can’t blame her, she’s only five years old.”

Tianhai Qimingyue's voice was very calm and small: "Sister is much smarter than me."

He smiled again and avoided talking about the topic: "I just guessed a little bit of your identity from your clothes. It reminds me of a person. Do you want to know a smarter person?"<

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To be continued...