Su Mingan opened his eyes.

He stared at the dark ceiling and recalled the meeting just now.

This kind of high-end meeting once a day is very beneficial to him.

He is the "No. 1" and the highest-ranking person. When the other eight people discuss, they will refer to his opinions. If he can take the opportunity to propose some plans that are beneficial to this side, he can invisibly manipulate the overall situation.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

The wind of the night blew his cheeks through the window screen, and he wrapped the quilt around his head, facing his back to the window.

Perhaps it was because it was late at night and the sound of gunfire outside the window had stopped. Instead, it was a tune that looked very much like the sound of a piano, and someone was playing musical instruments.

Playing instruments on a big night, if they are instruments such as suona bells and drums, is indeed annoying. However, the sound of this kind of piano-like instrument is very soft, like a serenade at night. It is not only not noisy, but also helps you sleep.

Amid the nocturnal sounds of sleep-assisting, he had a dream.

...It might be just a winter, ordinary night. When he was a child, he played a serenade by Schubert.

However, he made the last break, so the piano shell was pressed down by the woman and smashed it to the back of his hands.

He pushed her away, and a dull pain came from his hands. When the woman saw the blood, she began to cry loudly, pulled him and said she wanted to take him to see a doctor, but seemed to forget that this was the injury she had just smashed.

[Ming'an...Mom, Mom is so painful. People outside say that Mom has skills but no emotions. You have emotions. Why can't your skills keep up?]

[You don’t know how much your mother envys you. Your piano sound is your most precious treasure. But why do you waste this talent?]

[——No, it’s all because of you. Before you gave birth to you, my mother obviously integrated emotions and piano sound well... It was you who took away my mother’s treasure...]

[If you haven't met your dad...If your dad can spend more time with your mom, if your dad doesn't have to be on duty, trains, on duty, and staying at night...]

[If dad could be with his mother when she was most vulnerable, if dad didn't always disappear... mom wouldn't have become like this at all...]

Anxiety, sadness, joy, anger... He had never seen such a mixed emotion appear on a person's face at the same time.

The woman's expression was half happy and half angry, as if she had torn apart half of her face. While the corners of her mouth were upturned and she was smiling, she couldn't control the corners of her angry mouth that were pressing down.

She stretched out her hand and pulled his bloody wrist as if she wanted to crush his bones.

So he rushed out without hesitation and rushed downstairs.

A woman is a person who makes it difficult for him to judge.

...If I really want to say it, it is a madman, a madman with abnormal mentality. Only music can make her black and white life come alive, and only emotional music can enter her almost stiff brain.

Her love for piano and music has reached a terrifying level.

Sometimes, she almost knelt down and begged him to play the piano, watching him like she was looking at his lover... but when he was playing the wrong way, she wanted to break his hand with a look of regret.

[Ming'an, Ming'an, don't leave... Mom knows that she is wrong, stay with her mother, and she will take you to see a doctor.]

[After healing his hand, my mother teaches you whether it is good to play Debussy's "Moonlight"...Bach, Canon, Cheerny...Mom accompany you to practice every day, don't leave...]

【Ming'an, Mom is so painful, so painful... Mom wants to die, but Mom can't bear to part with you...】

He didn't look back.

The only thing that maintains a woman's life is probably music, and he can bring it to her.

So, in her sick and absurd thought, he was no longer her child, but a piano-playing robot with abundant emotions that could bring her satisfaction and happiness.

In an early years, after a tour performance was praised by a master for "no emotion, no skills", she hurried at home like crazy and kept her door closed.

She seemed to be able to see pairs of laughing at her when she went out and commenting on her sight at will. Once she surfed the Internet and logged into the forum, she would see negative remarks about her.

Her madness reached its peak after her husband was on duty for a long time and did not return all night.

Washing laundry, buying groceries, cooking, taking care of children... The complexity of life made her originally young and beautiful face become more and more dim, dyed with unexplainable ugly spots.

Her hands began to have frostbite, and her arms were shaking when she played the piano every winter.

Her beautiful youth was sore by her own happy marriage. Her deformed body shape after giving birth made her even more irritable. She no longer repeatedly compared the color of lipstick and looked in the mirror, but often sat in front of the piano with disheveled face all day and without touching a single key.

He was four years old at that time and she was crazy.

Grandpa disappeared before he was born. Grandma, who was protecting him, died not long ago. Grandpa and grandma were unwilling to take care of the house, so the housework was handed over to him.

My father often came back for half a month. The family's wealthy financial situation was getting worse and worse. Women took medicine very expensive, the house began to get smaller and smaller, and the car was gone. The only thing that could not be replaced was the piano that the woman often stared at.

Later, the woman began to teach him to play the piano, and her hope was so hot that he could not resist.

...and then it became that way.

He was smashed by his hand and rushed out of the building. There were bursts of severe pain in his hands. He dragged his thin body outward. The world was very big, but he didn't know where to go.

The scenes in the dream are slim and the memories of childhood are not very clear. He may have turned left or right, but in the end he saw an ordinary street... a slightly bleak but not dim street.

A child walking alone on an empty street in the middle of the night... What was he thinking at that time?

...Perhaps, I thought that my grandmother was still alive and would take out malt sugar from my pocket to give it to him. Maybe, I thought that before the woman was so crazy, when the family of three went on an outing in the park... The warm spring days would entangle him, and that kind of warmth would definitely be more enduring than the cold wind at this time.

He endured the pain of his hands and walked on the asphalt road between the brick and stone platforms on both sides. The surroundings were empty and quiet. The windows were dark in the middle of the night. Perhaps they could smell the fragrance of delicacies or laughter during the day. Perhaps some children would crouch in their parents' arms to fight, but all this had nothing to do with him.

Coincidentally, in this open street, while walking alone, he suddenly encountered another person covered in scars.

She was covered in black hair, and her hair was darker than the cold winter night. She was holding a wooden sword in her hand, looking at him with purple all over her body, and the desolate street scene unfolded in front of them.

She stared at him in a daze, their experiences were so similar.

[You escaped too.] She said.

【Just ‘growing up’ has become very difficult for us.】 She said: 【But I can’t blame them… They are family members, only family members… we can’t blame them.】

[If I can grow up.] She said: [...I don't want to blame anyone, I want to leave that place, forever, completely.]

He wanted to speak.

He thought that there would be such a day in the future that you will be completely away from the haze past, you will go to many worlds, and you will become a good person.

However, he didn't have time to say this.

Wake up from the dream.

The open streets in my dreams gradually became shaky and twisted, leaving him far away.

The snow falling in winter turns into a faint white field and disappears without any trace.

...

Su Mingan opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

He looked at the system time, and it was still a while before dawn.

[Good morning, An Jiang! It's 4:32 am now! It is recommended that you continue to add enough sleep and sleep for eight hours to prevent symptoms such as memory loss, intellectual decline, sudden death!]

【Good morning, Ph.D.】

Two voices, one in front and one behind, sounded from his left and right hands. He looked at the two virtual figures at his hand, feeling helpless.

A Du in his left hand still looks like a faceless man without a set appearance. Xi Ke in his right hand is covered with blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.

In terms of appearance, A Du was defeated miserably.

Coupled with Xike's nice female voice, Adu, who had a mechanical fitting voice, suffered another defeat.

[An Jiang! This Xike AI is so annoying! Kill it quickly and kill it!!!] A Du was so angry: [I will never allow anyone to replace me!]

Su Mingan let out a "snap", and the noisy A Du entered a dormant state, and he controlled the wheelchair and went out.

The wind that came towards him was very cool with the smell of metal rust. He raised his head and saw the airship slowly passing by under the high gray-blue dome, like dark clouds covering the sun.

Metal garbage mountains of varying heights are piled up around. This is a residential area, mostly bungalows or small second floors. High and low snoring sounds are heard from the room, and some people simply sleep outside in a single piece.

"Gululu..." The sound of the wheel crushing metal fragments sounded, and Su Mingan drove forward, and the sound awakened some alert people. They leaned against the earthen wall, clasped the worn-out guns that never let go in their hands. The dirty face was full of vigilance, like mice living in the sewer.

Here is a dead black and white painting, with only dark black and gray and white left. Even if you just walk, you will feel a deep depression from the perspective of survival and human nature.

Su Mingan walked slowly forward and suddenly saw a shaking figure walking from the other side of the open street.

She was covered in black hair, her hair was messy, as if she had been torn hard by someone. Her shoulders were covered with a thin red cloak, and the white fluff at the collar wrapped around her slender neck. Her legs, as thin as reeds, were exposed, revealing the green and purple marks of pinching. As she walked, her whole body was trembling slightly, as if she was sick and as cold.

As she approached, Su Mingan saw her appearance clearly - it was a pale face wrapped in white fluff, frosty and snow.

Her eyes were narrow and long, with dark eyes and light lips, as if a layer of bright red blood had been applied. The inferior pink frost on her face fluttered in the cold wind, washing her soft face like a new white wall.

She suddenly raised her eyes and met Su Mingan's gaze.

After a moment, she turned her face slightly and didn't want to look at him.

She walked through the ground full of garbage and metal pieces in a pair of slightly high heeled shoes, shaking like reeds that could fall down at any time.

She is a very beautiful girl, and she looks no more than sixteen years old. If she were on Zhai Xing, she was the age of just going to high school and could sit in a warm classroom to listen to classes.

"Crack, Crack" the metal plate was shattered by her sharp high heels. She coughed and shivered in the cold wind.

When passing by her, Su Mingan noticed the direction she was heading, which was Dong An's home.

She may be Dong Anan's sister who went out to work that night, and I don't know what her job was.

He continued to move forward, and a night wind blew, and he suddenly smelled a smell of powder.

He raised his eyes and saw two women holding cigarettes standing against the wall under the mechanical light in the distance.

A soft halo was sprinkled on their faces with bright lipstick, stirring the white and red of the powder into a dim yellow. During the cold night wind, their limbs were exposed, and their fingers were frozen red, like ten slender carrots.
To be continued...