After dressing up as a wealthy and pitiful little man, I hold the Shuangwen script in my hand

Chapter 147 I'm killing people by playing the piano
At that time, Wen Zeyu dared not tell others.

He naturally knows the difficulty of his parents.

At that time, my father's salary was low, not much.Moreover, his health is not good, and he has been hanging on ginseng and bird's nest all year round.

All the money in the family is supported by Miao Ma, a woman.

Even so, his parents still expect him to become a pianist like Lang Lang one day.

Take him to learn piano with the best teacher.

1500 for one class.
In those days, this was already a number of days.

Those who learn piano with him are either rich or expensive.

Only Wen Zeyu is alone, and his family is ordinary, even poor.

In order to avoid suspicion and not let people know, he is the child of a servant, and it is his father who picks him up to and from get out of class.

Mother Miao Ma never came here.

But, even so, I don't know when the news that his mother was a servant was spread, so everyone began to isolate him and look down on him.

The clothes he wore were all old clothes, which were not needed by the An family. The old lady gave them to Mama Miao, and Mama Miao gave them to him.

Everyone started mocking him.

The three years in high school were a nightmare for Wen Zeyu, a nightmare that made him dare not play the piano at all.

Later, he dared not play the piano.

His parents didn't know what happened to him, they only knew that Wen Zeyu was a rebellious teenager, refused to play the piano desperately, and even smashed the piano that the family bought so hard.

That time, Wen Zeyu's father was so angry that he was hospitalized, and Wen Zeyu even ran away from home at that time.

Since then, Miao's mother stopped letting Wen Zeyu play the piano.

Everyone thinks that he is a rotten wood that cannot be carved, a waste, a bum who does not seek to make progress by nature.

Speaking of this, Wen Zeyu laughed at himself, "I haven't told anyone about this, and I feel ashamed to say it now."

An Zizhen was very calm. After listening to Wen Zeyu's words, he smiled faintly, "I won't say anything to comfort you, let's continue."

Wen Zeyu was speechless, "Hello, Ann, are you still a woman?"

He had long since stopped counting on An Zixuan to say comforting words.

But TM is not like this! ! !

As soon as the words were finished, a willow stick was pulled over, and Wen Zeyu screamed aggrieved and began to practice the piano again.

In this way, from stumbling to coherent.

It was ten o'clock at night.

Wen Zeyu can actually play it.

He's almost over it.

It's just that piano is easy to get rusty if you don't practice it for a long time.

No matter how powerful Wen Zeyu is, it is impossible for him to recover to his previous level overnight.

Before leaving, Wen Zeyu was a little curious, "The surname is An, you... play a song?"

An Ziyu squinted at the pianos, "I won't talk about it."

Wen Zeyu was curious, "Why?"

An Zichen curled his lips, "It's easy to die."

She will, but her piano is not for appreciation, but for confusing people's minds.

An Ziyu has never had any artistic talent.

In the 30th century, her master gave her a music chip at a very high price.

After implanting the chip.

What others play is soul-stirring.

What she played was the magic sound that lingered around her ears, and it lingered for three days.

Her master lay in the hospital for a week after listening to her music.

For three days, my ears were filled with the magic sound played by her.

After being discharged from the hospital, the first thing the master said was: "Ziyu, listen to the master, don't play it in the future, it is easy to die."

……

After separating from Wen Zeyu, An Zixuan stood at the gate.

She suddenly missed the tramp a little bit.

I don't know if he will be there tonight.

After regaining his senses, An Zixuan walked towards the entrance of the resort.

As soon as she walked out the door, she saw a Bugatti sports car parked in front of her.

　Lao Bai: How scary is Ziyu’s piano?
　　Master: Have you heard of Black Sunday?

　　Lao Bai: It seems that there are rumors on the Internet that it is ghostly music.

　　Master: Ziyu's piano is even scarier than that one! !Don't listen, kid, it's easy to be possessed

　　
　
(End of this chapter)