"Where did he go when he left the imperial capital?" In the quiet piano room, only Leng Yiyao's voice sounded faintly. Her eyes dropped to the keyboard, as if she was just asking casually. Teacher Qin's expression changed slightly, and finally, he shook his head helplessly: "I'm not sure, he just asked me to take care of you."
M's identity was too special, and only a few people knew about it back then. Now, those who knew the details were either dead or would never speak out again. She really didn't want to involve this little girl in danger.
What's more, she really doesn't know where M is going. After leaving, he just entrusted her to take good care of Leng Yiyao and avoid possible dangers as much as possible.
She is getting older, and over the years she has gradually stopped worrying about the past. Now that she no longer performs on stage, it might not be a bad thing to actually become a piano teacher.
"In that case, let's get started." Leng Yiyao measured her head, and the shadow of the lamp appeared on her face, creating a peaceful smile.
In fact, she already had a vague guess about M's identity. However, now that everyone has spoken out, there is no need to hide one's head and show one's tail. Shengde High School originally stipulated that there should be club activities, but since she had already chosen one, she simply didn't bother to change it.
Besides, for now, M is indeed protecting her.
Since the purpose is clear, why bother to pursue his methods? After all, he wants to return to the imperial capital, right
When the two women looked at each other and smiled, M had no idea that it would be like this when Teacher Qin and Leng Yiyao became teachers and students in the true sense.
Now, in the dark night, he stood in a wilderness and deep in the mountains.
The extremely cold temperature difference dyed this highland with white snow and frost. He had silver hair spread all over his body, and a white fox cloak was casually put on behind him. He stood between heaven and earth, as if he was one with it. There was no obstruction in his silver eyes, and he stared at this land quietly. What he saw was boundless silence.
Here, there is no light, no fire, everything is illuminated by the starlight to see the road ahead and the vastness.
It's actually quite far from the imperial capital, as if we're not in the same country, but it's so close and clear that you can get there by plane in just one day if you're willing.
M looked down at his palm. It wasn't that he didn't want to come, but that he was haunted by dreams. Too many past events hindered his steps.
This time when he left the imperial capital, his first destination was not here. On the contrary, it was a city far away from here. There is the madness that people in this world have been chasing for a long time. It is a magical city that makes people addicted and unable to extricate themselves once they step into it. It's so beautiful and wonderful that it's beyond words.
For men, it is the most beautiful enjoyment. Probably, it is the ultimate desire of any ordinary man in this world.
The most beautiful dancer, the most lingering love, as long as you want it, all your wishes can be fulfilled there.
From this point of view, his "relatives" are actually very good to him, so good that they are willing to give him all the enjoyment that men like in this world.
He smiled coldly, a flash of sarcasm flashed in his calm eyes, and his gaze meandered along the snow-white ground, gradually looking into the distance.
That posture was solemn and peaceful, solid and shocking, and it seemed that he had instantly become a god in the world.
The wind was cold and cold, blowing on the face, like needles pricking into the skin, making the whole body ache. He lowered his eyes, but smiled slightly...
The strong men in black who had been "protecting" his whereabouts on weekdays were hanging upside down on the branches next to them, with terrifying and desperate expressions on their faces. It seemed that they had lost their voices before they had time to resist. He stared blankly at M's back, as if he didn't know that it would end like this until the moment he died. Judging from their corpses that had gradually lost body temperature and become gradually stiff, it appeared that each of them was killed in one move without any warning.
"What are you doing here?" Such a vicissitudes of aging voice suddenly sounded on the deserted white mountain. The speaker's voice seemed to be remembering and sighing, full of disbelief. It was obviously supposed to be a question, but when it was blurted out, it seemed to be a self-answer, as if M was not expecting a response at all. So, he just said this and fell into silence again.
The strange environment, the storm was rising, and the snow was spreading. Ming looked around and couldn't see anyone, but M didn't seem surprised that someone would suddenly speak.
He raised his head and looked at the star-filled sky. He saw that the people behind him were being killed one by one, and even the expression on his face did not change at all. Only the old man's voice fell, and suddenly there were many more voices in the surroundings, as if in response.
"Sasha—Sasha—"
That was the sound of someone walking hard in the snow, their footsteps rubbing the thick snowflakes on the ground, slowly approaching him. In this dark night, it looked extremely eerie. In less than a moment, he was surrounded.
But he didn't even turn his head, but his eyes fell quietly on the scenery in front of him, as if he was arousing something or calming down something.
"Bang" -
Finally, the footsteps behind him stopped at the same time. I don’t know how many people dropped their knees at the same time and knelt down in unison. The thick snow almost covered half of their bodies, but the expressions on their faces were very peaceful: "After eight years, you are finally back."
M suddenly turned around and looked at the group of people who had become one with the snow. His eyes moved slightly, and for a moment, the expression that could be described as cold and freehand seemed to break through the ice.
His face finally showed some color, no longer showing any emotion.
His eyes passed over the faces of the kneeling people one by one, and finally fell on the old man who was kneeling nearest.
After a long time, he suddenly rushed over and helped the old man up: "I thought you were all gone..."
No matter how much time and prosperity you have, there are always some places and people in the world where your soul belongs.
For him, the bustling imperial capital is just a prison. He has long been disgusted with it. Only the people in front of him, the people in front of him who are integrated with the heaven and earth, are the people who can truly find peace for his soul. .
It's like walking on a dark road, walking through the night, walking through despair, and finally seeing a glimmer of clarity.
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back." The old man patted his palm and seemed to be smiling. In such a cold outdoor temperature, when the two people's palms met, they felt as warm as spring.
All the people kneeling on the ground smiled warmly at the same time, stood up, and swarmed up, surrounding M, as if the missing piece of soul had finally been found, repaired, and intact as before.
The northern sky lights up slightly, and that is the kind smile of the brightest star in the sky.
In this vast land, leaving behind the disputes and past of the empire, M smiled like a lost and found child for the only time in so many years.
At the same time, Leng Yiyao ended her first special piano lesson.
The difference between a pianist and a performer is like the difference between heaven and earth. The latter has just started, but the former has already reached the pinnacle.
Teacher Qin’s class may seem simple and easy to understand, but it integrates all the profound thoughts, emotions, and indescribable techniques. It must be said that it is completely different from the music that was performed in front of many students who took the course for the first time. .
This is because I sincerely want to hand over my precious things to her, so as not to hide anything.
Leng Yiyao knew that her physical skills were still there. After all, the Leng family had hired many famous teachers to train Leng Yiyao since childhood. At that time, she was a casual student, attending classes to cultivate some sentiments. Nowadays, in front of everyone, no matter how qualified she is, she will find that without intensive performance training, the distance between her and a pianist is just a little bit.
Fortunately, she didn't have this in mind and just regarded it as passing time. Teacher Qin still spoke in a gentle voice without any reluctance. After the class, the two got along quite harmoniously.
After saying goodbye and turning around to leave the school, a car that had been waiting for a long time at the school gate suddenly honked its horn.
Looking back, Zhai Mu got out of the car, smiled at her, and waved gently.
Leng Yiyao glanced at the license plate and couldn't help but smile meaningfully...
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Dear friends, I had something to do at work last night and it was already 11 o'clock when I got home. The length of this chapter that can be uploaded in the morning is limited. There will be an update at 9:30 in the evening. I hope everyone will bear with me.