Three Hundred and Fifty-Eight. Music City · Redding

"...Get up and practice the piano."

The gentle voice sounded again. Although it had been shouted several times in a row, there was no trace of impatience in this voice.

After a while, a short-statured teenager walked out of the room. After rubbing his eyes, he gently rubbed the long, messy hair on his head.

"Mom, I don't want to practice the piano anymore." The young man said in a low voice, his tender face full of anger. Qiqi's novels are first published on the whole network

The young woman who was called the mother by the teenager was stunned for a moment. She was wearing a simple long skirt with a few pale red plum blossoms dotted on it. Her hair was tied up high, and her body exuded an elegant temperament.

"Why?" The woman came to the boy and asked with some doubts, her voice was soft and pleasant.

"There's no reason, I hate music." The boy shouted angrily.

"Be obedient, Meister." The woman didn't reprimand him, but just stared at him with the calmest eyes and the gentlest smile. The boy was slightly shocked, then lowered his head, his fingers hanging by his side, silently language.

Seeing the boy's silence, the young woman turned and walked towards the window sill. Next to the window sill, she visited an old piano with dozens of yellowed sheet music on it.

The woman casually opened an extremely old piano, then sat down, put her white and beautiful palms on the keys, and began to play, and then the pleasant sound of the piano came over.

After hearing the sound of the piano, the young man was involuntarily attracted by joy, then walked over and looked at the old piano that had been with him for many years with slightly hot eyes.

"Do you like it?" The music suddenly stopped at this time, and the woman turned her head and asked the boy, "Children need to be honest, they like it if they like it, and don't like it if they don't."

"I like it." The boy replied immediately without hesitation. Every note emanating from the piano seemed to be as close as the blood flowing from his body.

"I knew it." The woman laughed happily, then got up from the piano position, and then said, "The man of the Meister family has musical blood flowing in his bones."

"Mom, I want to practice "Sea Trip" created by Dad today."

After finishing his clothes and hair, the teenager walked to the piano and sat down. After thinking for a while, he raised his head and said to the young woman.

However, the woman smiled and shook her head: "You can't practice "Journey to the Sea" yet, you have to master the "Waltz Collection", "Prelude", "Improvisation", "Joker", "Nocturne" and "Rhapsody" first. When you really understand the music played by the piano, you can practice Sea Voyage."

"Oh..." The boy opened his mouth and said softly.

"Then go play him, a thousand times, ten thousand times, countless times, understand?" The young woman said again. Although her words were still gentle and friendly, there was something that could not be refused. the taste of.

"If you want to become a master of music, you have to practice hard. Every boy in the Meister family will become a master of music in the future, so you are no exception."

"I see, Mom." The boy replied in a low voice. As a boy, Meister obviously couldn't understand the meaning of the word "Master". He just kept repeating it every day.

But even so, he still couldn't play the tune he wanted to play, because over the years, all his energy was devoted to practice, especially the "Waltz Collection", he remembered that he had practiced it many times.

After finishing speaking, the boy's ten slender and fair fingers moved on the piano keys. The sound of the piano was very soft and soft, with a feeling of mellowness, as gentle as the spring breeze in this city.

The young woman calmly watched the boy play, and the boy repeated, tirelessly practicing day after day and night after night.

"Mother……"

At this time, a weak and low voice rang again,

Different from the tender voice of the past, Meester was lying in a pool of blood and muttering to himself. His consciousness was struggling at this time, and his eyes were full of pain and sadness. The fastest update of Qiqi novels

Does he seem to cry? Silent tears.

Vaguely, Meester's eyes seemed to have crossed the river of time, so he saw the flame rising from the sky like an evil phoenix breaking through the night. The whole world was consumed by flames.

Meester was shocked, and finally withdrew from the memory buried in his heart, so he could see Reinhardt clearly in front of him.

"Why don't you do it yet?" Meister was a little puzzled, and Reinhardt in front of him did not rush to understand his life.

Reinhardt looked at him calmly, and he naturally saw Meister's strange performance just now, as if he was caught in some painful memory.

"Did you think of painful memories?" he asked.

Meester did not answer directly: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Then, before you die, what other wishes do you have?" Reinhardt doesn't seem to give up, hoping to start from a certain aspect to make Meister work for him. After all, Meister's strength is strong enough and his potential is enough. .

"Last Wish..." Mester muttered to himself, and then his eyes changed strangely, and suddenly there was endless hatred, like a flame that would devour everything.

"My last wish... of course, is to destroy Redding!"

"Redding?" Reinhardt was stunned, it seemed that Meister had a lot of hatred with this Redding.

"Redding is a country in the new world. It is called the capital of music. The four seasons are like spring. My last wish is to completely destroy this country." Meester exuded a cold breath. As if deflated, he sighed softly: "Forget it, you can't destroy Redding, just pretend I didn't say it, and do it."

He was always ready to die.

"Then you don't want to do it yourself one day?" Reinhardt didn't do it.

"Redding is a member of the World Government. Destroying Redding means becoming an enemy of the World Government." Meister's breath has weakened a lot, and it seems that Reinhardt does not need to do anything, and it is very close to death.

"Is that so... It seems that you were also a prisoner in Redding?" Reinhardt asked casually. He had heard from his agent Paul that he was a prisoner before Meester became famous, because of Paul's reasons. to be saved.

"Haha." Meester's sneer was the answer to him.

The two were silent, and the thoughts in Reinhardt's mind turned, staring at Meister, who was approaching a half-dead state in front of him.

"World government?"