Facing Gao Yangâs inquiry, Su Zimo showed a thoughtful expression. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, âItâs just an ordinary training institute. What strange things?â
âGege.â Little Peng Peng, who was standing not far away, suddenly came over and tugged on Su Zimoâs clothes. His big eyes were pure and clear, and he was really a cute kid. âWhat did gege forget in the classroom?â
But such a cute little kid was not simple in Su Zimoâs view.
Since even the confident veteran Gao Yang had begun to believe Su Zimoâs lies, the child pulled them back to the topic that Su Zimo was avoiding and began to confirm his identity again.
Su Zimo didnât feel at a loss because of Peng Pengâs question. He just walked to the upright piano at the front of the classroom and took a the somewhat old sheet music from the piano.
At that moment, Peng Pengâs eyes suddenly widened.
When Su Zimo first entered the classroom, he had looked around through the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then found this âtreasureâ on the piano.
[Sheet Music of the Dead (???)]
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[Description: Playing piano⌠Playing piano⌠Playing piano⌠Playing pianoâŚ]
[Special Ability: ???]
This was a piano score, but perhaps due to old age, the cover was missing, and Su Zimo could only know its name through the text box.
âIs that gegeâs score?â Peng Peng walked closer and blinked again. âGege, I like piano players the most, can you play this song for us?â
ââŚâŚâ Su Zimo paused. âI donât think itâs time to play piano. Do any of you know where the other people on this floor have gone? I called the front desk and several teachers on duty on the phone before I came, but no one answered.â
âItâs okay now.â Peng Peng looked at the inside of his left arm, then at Su Zimo with eyes full of light and yearning, and tugged Su Zimoâs clothes from time to time. âJust a little while. Just play for a little while, and then weâll leave with gege, okay?â
With that, the child squinted and smiled innocently.
Su Zimo was very aware that Peng Peng was not simply playful, he just wanted to see if he, a self-proclaimed âmusic teacher,â could actually play the piano, or what his technique was.
But Su Zimo just smiled back slightly, stooped down and placed his bag on his shoulders in a convenient position, then sat down on the soft leather bench in front of the piano. The thin chain on his glasses frames hung down because of his leaning forward, and the silver glinted under the soft light directly above the upright piano.
Su Zimo, who wore fine-chained glasses, could give people a sense of nobility even if he was dressed simply.
This was especially true when his slender, porcelain white hands rested on the black and white piano keys.
Feeling the touch of the black and white keys after a long time, a smile flashed on the corner of Su Zimoâs mouth. The heirs of the Su family had been taught by many famous tutors since childhood, how could they not be proficient in one or two musical instruments? Peng Pengâs temptation was within Su Zimoâs expectations since the beginning
One hand opened the completely unfamiliar sheet music. He memorized the first half of the sheet music at a rapid pace. His other hand had swiped elegantly down the piano keys, and notes like fine springs in the mountain poured down from his fingers like rain from clouds.
The jerky feeling that existed within his fingers at first was well-controlled by Su Zimo, and he quickly regained his mastery of piano.
The two veterans Gao Yang and Cheng Jingmeng standing behind Su Zimo only saw him playing the moment he opened the score, as if he was very familiar with it. They didnât know how terrible the concentration of his spirit was the moment it was open!
When the young trainers felt that the young man sitting in front of the piano was indeed a music teacher at the training institute, Su Zimo was already immersed in the âMusic of the Deadâ for the first time.
The notes described in the sheet music were like hazy moonlight in the night sky, like a spring flowing through the forest, like the singing of birds with melodious voices⌠In short, it was light music that could let people relax completely.
It may be because the playerâs understanding of music was deeper, but Su Zimo felt that there was a slight sadness in the quiet and leisurely notes. The kind of sorrow as if someone was desperate for a relaxing and comfortable life, but they were so desperate that they couldnât get close to their dreams.
Perhaps because of a new understanding of the score, the notes flowing from Su Zimoâs fingers also reflected his emotions of regret and helplessness.
Even the trainers standing behind him were infected with that emotion, their eyes blank and confused. After all, the trainers who are forced to enter the nightmare world every so often feel lost in a different space. They have no direction and cannot see a bright future.
It was at that time that Cheng Jingmeng and the other trainers suddenly felt a tingling sensation from their left arms. They unconsciously raised their left arms and saw the second stage of their clearance task!
âFind the ghost hiding in the music classroom and expel it?â Cheng Jingmeng murmured aloud the blood-carved text on her arm and raised her head to stare at the bewildered Gao Yang.
âWhat does this mean?â Gao Yang started to look around every corner and every person in the music classroom. âIs it that the ghost is hiding in the music classroom? Or is it that a ghost is pretending to be one of us?â
Slowly, most of the trainersâ eyes fell on Su Zimo playing the piano.
Su Zimo, who wasnât a trainer, didnât know that he had become a âsuspect.â He was just playing through the end of the score and suddenly felt something small jump onto the bench he was sitting on.
Su Zimo used the light in the corner of his eyes and saw Peng Peng, the child who claimed to âwant to learn pianoâ sit next to him. Instantly his finger pressed on a white key.
Turning his head to look at Peng Pengâs serious face, listening to the notes flowing quickly between the dexterous fingers, Su Zimo was surprised to find that Peng Peng was playing an adapted âMusic of the Dead!â
The original sheet music was as gentle as a breeze, and was perfectly comfortable and light song.
But the adapted song was as brisk as jumping sparrows. The rhythm of the adapted song was lighter and more enjoyable. The hidden sadness and regret of the original song was swept away. Just looking at little Peng Peng swaying with the notes, you could really feel joy and relaxation from the heart.
Perhaps he was affected by the childâs music, but Su Zimo, who was only planning on playing once, eventually couldnât help but join the team of four hands. Su Zimo and Peng Peng had obviously only just met for the first time. They had never done any rehearsals, but the jumping notes on the black and white keyboard were beautiful and harmonious.
Peng Pengâs big eyes stared at the serious Su Zimo curiously. The rhythm of his tapping was getting faster and faster, but Su Zimoâs response was impeccable.
If the original music was like someone sitting at a window, falling asleep to the sound of rain, then the sound of Su Zimo and the child playing the arrangement together seemed to gradually change from light rain. The rain banged on the glass windows and blossomed into beautiful flowers. It was like a person who could once only sit in the house and not leave, now was wearing red raid boots and rushed outside with a red umbrella, dancing in the rain!
With the sound of the rain, he could laugh and cry, and when a red umbrella flies into the sky, no one will know whether tears or rain are flowing down his face.
This may be the feeling of freedomâŚ
The red umbrella that turned into music in the playersâ minds fell down, and Su Zimo tapped out the last note, ending the performance.
The notes were mellow and the sound of the piano was lingering, surrounding the music classroom for a long time.
As soon as the song ended, Su Zimo felt a little tired due to the high concentration, but the child sitting beside him showed a smile on his face and didnât seem exhausted at all. Instead, he seemed to have had a great time.
The kid seemed to have completely forgotten that the role he gave himself before was of a kid who wanted to learn to play piano.
Even Su Zimo almost forgot that he was now in a nightmare world.
âGege, you played really well! Sure enough, I still like playing piano! Itâs a really happy thing to be able to play piano!â Su Zimo had a bright smile before he calmed down. Peng Peng hugged him directly, and his small body went into Su Zimoâs arms, his eyes shining like stars.
At that moment, Su Zimo suddenly found that the original text box on the piano score had changed a lot.
[Sheet Music of the Dead (3 Stars)]
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[Description: The young creator had always lived in a controlled and strict environment. His love for music had become black and white due to excessive practice and straining. His playing and the music he composed had been reduced to tools to make money because of his excellence. However, no matter how long he played in the spotlight, no one could understand his desire for freedom and the helplessness of his reality through music. Now, due to his illness, he has left the living world, but still could not give up music in the post-mortem world. Here, he became a child, and returned to the age of his favorite piano. He played the piano, played the piano, played the piano, played the piano. His music started to beat and the music world in his eyes was once again colorful. He finally has a free soul.]
[Warning: No one is allowed to desecrate his favorite existence.]
[Special Ability: The music played by the creator personally will cause human desires to burst. It can also attract more traffic to the store.]
Itâs become a child?
âPeng Peng, donât youâŚâ After reading the long list of text on the music sheet, Su Zimo seemed to understand what he was and looked at the child in his arms in surprise.
The child didnât respond, but still looked at Su Zimo with a smile, innocent and cute.