...
Things started to seem normal.
Nothing big happened, nothing special to care about...
The rain in the sky became lighter.
After all, the water level in the town will not continue to rise.
Due to excessive flooding of rainwater.
This led to many people complaining about this.
There is not much food at home, and most people will go to buy it in tears despite the heavy rain outside.
Chino's wanted order seems to have come to an end.
An Zhi and his team just went through the process in the end.
After the tasks marked on the letter in the envelope were completed, they had no energy to go and catch Qianye.
It's just role-playing after all.
No need to take it too seriously...
After Qianye left the bookstore, he seemed to have been transformed from a prime supporting role to a passerby.
Those weird things.
None of them found him.
What he does every day is basically to stay at Chen Xiaowei's house, eat the food cooked by Chen Xiaowei, and do nothing to do anything to pass the time...
Except for the constant rain outside.
It seemed that everything was so calm.
If it weren't for the fact that simple tasks, large and small, are updated every day on the stationery, then this kind of life would not be much different from reality.
Very quickly, just in the blink of an eye.
Most of the time has passed.
There are only ten days left in the twenty-six-day countdown to the finish line...
In this period of time.
Qianye and Chen Xiaowei were crowded in that small home. Because they cooked for Qianye every day and had to find their own clothes for each other to wear, Chen Xiaowei was extremely bored with Qianye.
She felt like she had never been tortured like this.
Serve others like a maid and servant.
if it is possible.
She really wished she could buy some rat poison from another market, and then put it into the opponent's bowl when Qianye wasn't paying attention.
Unfortunately......
To her, Chino was like having a third eye.
It seems that every little move he makes can be seen by the other party. Perhaps if he has any particularly strange thoughts, Qianye can figure it out.
Gradually, she also gave up this idea.
I can only watch helplessly as this pervert Qianye dangles in front of my eyes every day...
An Yue, Youjian, Peilan, Robert...
It's like these people disappeared.
He has not appeared in front of Qianye for sixteen days.
He really wanted to go to them. In addition to solving the problems in his head, he could also have a chat. The TV would add some fun to the boring life...
But there is no way.
The heavy rain outside not only made it difficult for Qianye to move.
Qianye couldn't even get any information about these people.
He once tried to find An Yue at the police station one day, but An Yue seemed to have gone on some mission and would not be able to come back for a while.
I also went to the bookstore one day to find Robert.
But after experiencing that incident, Charles just turned a blind eye to Qianye...
As soon as he saw Qianye's face, he wanted to drive him away from the door with a broom.
so.
During these sixteen days.
It is the most boring and boring, with nothing to do. It can also be said to be very leisurely...
At least that's the case for Chino.
And after sixteen days.
Two major events happened in the town.
Forget it, it can’t be said to be a big deal.
These two things can only arouse Qianye's interest...
The first thing was that the rain stopped in the town.
No one knows exactly when it stopped.
I only know that when I woke up, a lot of the accumulated water outside the house had fallen, and there were no raindrops to hit the window again...
Of course, the rain stopped.
The weather is still cloudy.
Gloomy dark clouds hung over the town, and there was an unspeakable depression.
I don’t know which neighbor’s black cat ran out. It would always hide in an invisible corner and keep calling with a sound like a baby crying...
There is a dark crow standing on the branch of the tree, motionless like a sculpture.
There was a lot of garbage mixed in the shallow water in front of the door, and it exuded an unpleasant rancid smell that made people feel uncomfortable...
Although everyone can go out.
But he still seemed a little flustered by such an atmosphere.
Everyone seems to have noticed something is wrong. Even if the food at home is about to run out, most people uncharacteristically choose to stay at home and prepare to check the situation first.
And the second thing.
It’s that old man from the bookstore, Charles, who died...
The cause of his death was clear.
He committed suicide by jumping from the roof of the building.
Qianye learned the news when he read it in a newspaper where he worked hard every day and endured humiliation to sell newspapers.
He looked at the black-and-white photo of Charles in the newspaper.
There are also articles written by newspapers commenting on Charles' death.
Then I suddenly understood why I felt inexplicably familiar when I heard Charles' name.
Rulans Charles.
The poster that Qianye saw on the wall next to the tavern at that time was the author of the so-called music "Black Friday".
That's the one in the real world.
Because the author of the cursed music mentioned in various rumors and legends...
Qianye had known about this thing for a while at that time, so he had naturally seen the name.
That's why it feels familiar.
The old guy was described in detail in the newspaper.
There is even a mention of Charles having seen the creation of "Black Friday"...
in the description inside.
Charles's life was tragic yet inspiring.
When he was young, his image gave people a feeling of unreliability.
He is relatively short in height and has not-so-good-looking facial features, and he is particularly keen on performing piano music...
Many times, parties were held in certain places and he was invited to attend.
In fact, I just want to see a joke, not really want to hear him play the piano...
After all, his music sucks.
It was so bad that even a layman would sneer at the music he played.
Can be biased.
Charles was very disbelieving.
He is like a young man full of enthusiasm, even though he has experienced the war years, the sorrow of life and the real displacement.
He still insists on his piano dream...
The shitty music was the thing he was most proud of.
Although his performance was unpleasant and the applause he received was full of sarcasm and ridicule, he seemed to be immersed in his own world and never cared about these things every time he performed.
every time you perform.
He would also extend his hand very politely.
Showing off a gold ring on her hand...
The ring was said to have been given to him by his parents who were proud of him.
Since the death of his parents.
The most valuable thing on Charles's body is this thing...
When he was a boy, Charles carried his own dream and walked around alone to play music, hoping to let his own light bloom.
Unfortunately it was too dark.
No one can detect the light in him.
What everyone sees is just a little clown holding on to a very funny thing, that's all...
Qianye looked under the newspaper.
It not only writes about Charles's youth.
He also wrote about the only love in Charles' life...
"Is this exposing other people's privacy?"
Qianye didn’t know if Charles would be angry about this.
Maybe the other person is dead.
So even if Charles was angry, the newspaper wouldn't think there was any problem.
You can write whatever you want, a dead person will not get up and say that you have violated his privacy...
Maybe Charles' death was a good thing for them.
After all, when the other party was alive in the past, he knew many secrets but could not reveal them. This would be so painful.
So when Charles jumped to his death.
They rushed to put all the information that had been accumulated for many years in the newspaper...
And what is written in the manuscript.
Charles' first love can be said to be quite realistic and skinny.
Well, exactly.
Charles has never even been in love, just a crush...
After all, no woman would like a man who is short, has ugly features and is laughed at by everyone.
The newspaper wrote that the first time Charles met his first love was when he came home exhausted from a performance one day...
It was raining heavily that day.
Without an umbrella, he could only choose to take a long way, because the houses on that road had eaves, which could properly block some water drops for him.
The performance probably went badly.
It is said that there happened to be a rich man who was drinking during the performance that day, and he did not know that Charles' performance was a deliberately funny show arranged by the party.
So when Charles started playing.
He used the wine bottle in his hand to bloom a flower on Charles' head...
He also scolded Charles for what kind of bullshit he was playing. While belittling Charles infinitely, he also asked the security to drive Charles out.
Maybe it was a shock to my heart.
In addition to being physically exhausted that day, Charles also fell into deep self-doubt...
Charles came home late that day.
And just as he was taking a detour, he accidentally passed by a music conservatory.
But he was attracted by a beautiful piano sound in the college...
In the silence of the night, the melody and the touching rhythm of the music took deep roots in his heart.
Charles rarely praises other people's music.
Because in his opinion, his own music is unique and other people's music is garbage.
This time the sound of music can move Charles.
That naturally aroused his curiosity due to his self-esteem...
He wanted to see it.
Who on earth can play such a tune?
At the same time, I was also thinking in my mind, if the song I played today was this one, would it be possible that I would not be hit on the head with a wine bottle, or pointed at my nose and scolded that I am trash...
Charles climbed over the school wall.
He gently opened the window with his hand, and his eyes passed over the irrelevant things and landed directly on the person who was playing the piano in the room.
That's a girl...
A girl wearing a pure white dress.
Her green and soft fingers flew skillfully on the keys. Every time she pressed the black and white key, it seemed to add a touch of soul to a colorless oil painting.
Charles listened in fascination from outside the window.
He leaned against the corner of the stone wall, seemingly unconcerned even if the raindrops soaked him...
From now on.
Charles became interested in the girl from the conservatory.
He discovered that girls came here to play every night, so he also changed the way he went home every night.
Even if it's further away.
He was willing to climb over the college wall every night and huddle in the corner to listen to the girl's music.
Maybe.
He thought he had found a soulmate...
And the only love in Charles' life...
"Is this exposing other people's privacy?"
Qianye didn’t know if Charles would be angry about this.
Maybe the other person is dead.
So even if I was angry, the newspaper didn't think there was any problem.
You can write whatever you want, a dead person will not get up and say that you have violated his privacy...
Maybe Charles' death was a good thing for them.
After all, when the other party was alive in the past, he knew many secrets but could not reveal them. This would be so painful.
So when Charles jumped to his death.
They rushed to put all the information that had been accumulated for many years in the newspaper...
And what is written in the manuscript.
Charles' first love can be said to be quite realistic and skinny.
Well, exactly.
Charles has never even been in love, just a crush...
After all, no woman would like a man who is short, has ugly features and is laughed at by everyone.
The newspaper wrote that the first time Charles met his first love was when he came home exhausted from a performance one day...
It was raining heavily that day.
Without an umbrella, he could only choose to take a long way, because the houses on that road had eaves, which could properly block some water drops for him.
The performance probably went badly.
It is said that there happened to be a rich man who was drinking during the performance that day, and he did not know that Charles' performance was a deliberately funny show arranged by the party.
So when Charles started playing.
He used the wine bottle in his hand to bloom a flower on Charles' head...
He also scolded Charles for what kind of bullshit he was playing. While belittling Charles infinitely, he also asked the security to drive Charles out.
Maybe it was a shock to my heart.
In addition to being physically exhausted that day, Charles also fell into deep self-doubt...
Charles came home late that day.
And just as he was taking a detour, he accidentally passed by a music conservatory.
But he was attracted by a beautiful piano sound in the college...
In the silence of the night, the melody and the touching rhythm of the music took deep roots in his heart.
Charles rarely praises other people's music.
Because in his opinion, his own music is unique and other people's music is garbage.
This time the sound of music can move Charles.
That naturally aroused his curiosity due to his self-esteem...
He wanted to see it.
Who on earth can play such a tune?
At the same time, I was also thinking in my mind, if the song I played today was this one, would it be possible that I would not be hit on the head with a wine bottle, or pointed at my nose and scolded that I am trash...
Charles climbed over the school wall.
He gently opened the window with his hand, and his eyes passed over the irrelevant things and landed directly on the person who was playing the piano in the room.
That's a girl...
A girl wearing a pure white dress.
Her green and soft fingers flew skillfully on the keys. Every time she pressed the black and white key, it seemed to add a touch of soul to a colorless oil painting.
Charles listened in fascination from outside the window.
He leaned against the corner of the stone wall, seemingly unconcerned even if the raindrops soaked him...
From now on.
Charles became interested in the girl from the conservatory.
He discovered that girls came here to play every night, so he also changed his way home every night.
Even if it's further away.
He was willing to climb over the college wall every night and huddle in the corner to listen to the girl's music.
Maybe.
He thought he had found a soulmate...
