Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 41 Funeral March

Liu Li spent a long time looking at the old and dilapidated piano,
Grow into the barrage, in the farewell hall,

Everyone who paid attention to her noticed the abnormality.

Barrage: "No way? It's not true, is it?"

The fourth secretary: "Based on what I know about the boss, she is itchy and wants to fight..."

Barrage: "Sister Liuli is so versatile? I love it."

The fourth little secretary: "But... the boss can play the piano? He sang out of tune during yoga yesterday."

Barrage: "Wow, Sister Liuli has passed by, is she coming? I'm looking forward to it!"

The fourth secretary: "Baa, the boss has passed by, is he coming? I'm so scared!"

Barrage: "Yo! She really sat down!"

The fourth little secretary: "Woo~, she really sat down~"

Barrage: "Hiss! Sister Liuli put her legs together, she must be very confident and relaxed."

The fourth little secretary: "Hiss! The boss rubbed her legs together. She is like this every time she feels guilty and nervous."

Barrage: "Come on, everyone, do it with me, take off the earphones, and turn up the volume of the phone."

The fourth little secretary: "Come on, everyone, do it with me, put on the earplugs, tighter the earplugs, this brand is good."

……

Whether or not the fans behind the barrage turned up the phone's volume to the maximum, only she knows.

The fourth little secretary didn't dare to plug her earplugs anyway.

It's under the nose of the boss.

then,

Under their noses, Liu Li let out a sigh of relief, put his hands on the keys, and hovered!
One second, two seconds, three seconds...

This time the bullet screen and the fourth secretary's judgment are consistent,
Sister Liuli/Boss must be brewing emotions.

in fact--

Liu Li panicked a lot!
... Do you want to tune it?

...Fuck me, I forgot how to do it.

...Wait, I'm so nervous, what do I want to play?

...Oh oh, remember.

...Wait a minute, score, score, I haven't played it for many years, I have to recall it.

Liu Li began to recall, thinking about it, time seemed to be going backwards,

When I returned to high school, I participated in the grand theater when I was grading the tenth level of piano,
She pulled out a smile, holding a certificate,

Among a group of elementary school students who also hold certificates,

Stand like a minion.

Whether it was tolerable or unbearable, Liu Li suddenly became less nervous.

The fourth little secretary and fans began to wonder if she was posing when the sound of the piano flowed from Liu Li's fingertips...

spacious,

slow,

serious,

deep,

The sound of the piano broke the silence in the farewell hall, it was a completely different tune from the previous mourning music.

Yun'er's reaction was the quickest, signaling to the Taoist priests and monks to continue, turn around and read what should be said, and even pulled the doll as a deterrent.

The coffin-circling scriptures of the Taoists and the Sutra of Rescue from Suffering, and the scriptures of wooden fish and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s original vows by the monks reappeared in the farewell hall.

As if stuck gears, the old wooden door, dripped with lubricating oil, began to rotate smoothly and happily again.

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed.

The piano piece obviously ends and starts again.

The first time was still a bit stumbling, jerky and immature, like a six or seven-month-old baby, unconsciously pronouncing the sounds of "Dad" and "Mom". I don't know what the meaning is, and it is difficult for others to distinguish.

The second time is obviously different, just like a one-year-old child who knows what to shout, and others also know whether it should be hugged or hungry.

The talents in the barrage also began to play:

"Not to mention, it has that smell. It was a bit awkward at first, but now it feels quite harmonious."

"It's amazing my sister Liuli."

"Play the piano at the funeral, Niubi plus, immediately become an international style, is there?"

"I want to order one, even though I'm only 13 years old..."

"Is there any popular science, what kind of song is this? It's really harmonious, it can't be called a funeral march, right? / Dog head saves life"

"Thanks for inviting me, I have a big carving (but don't call me 'diao').

This is Chopin's Funeral March. "

"Diao, my carving is amazing. Sure enough, masters have played barrage since ancient times, and someone really knows how to play the piano!!!"

"Diao, you must be..."

"Don't call me 'Diao', that's right, I camped in the RV last night..."

"Diao, how is Sister Liuli playing? Is the old cow broken?"

"You said don't call me... Forget it, call me, sister Liuli is probably level 10."

"Wow, full level!!!"

"As expected of Sister Liuli."

"..."

Liu Li has completely relaxed, and even has her own interpretation and development of Chopin's "Funeral March" (fill in the forgotten parts by herself), and has time to look up at Xiao Jiu's prompt board.

"Ahem, let me explain."

Liu Li thought that being slapped in the face is not as good as being slapped by herself, so that at least she can listen to it loudly, so she explained while playing the piano:
"Piano level [-] is the entry level, so it's impossible for a master."

"I still remember the day when I passed the tenth level in high school. I saw all the mountains and small mountains. None of the people who received the certificate together was as tall as my shoulders. All of them were elementary school students."

Liu Li didn't care about the barrage of laughter, if he didn't look at it, it meant he didn't exist.

She continued: "Everyone, please listen and cherish it. If you want my sister to make a fool of yourself in the future, don't open your mouth if you are not a bully."

Liu Li closed her mouth after saying this.

It's not that she doesn't want to talk, it's because her piano tenth level doesn't allow it.

After a few words, I have already forgotten where I played it, so I can only start from the beginning.

Chopin's "Funeral March", reverberated from the beginning, re-echoed in the process of the funeral, passed through the farewell hall, and spread far away through the screen of the mobile phone...

……

Outside the airport, coffee shop, 10:55.

"Funeral March" streamed from the female barista's cell phone.

She held the mobile phone screen and shook it in front of the decadent man, and said, "I found a treasured anchor today, a funeral live broadcast, it's Sister Liuli."

"You are beautiful and sassy and can play the piano. It's not much better than that one who smashed the field. Let's cancel him."

The decadent man didn't answer the female barista's words,

He raised his head and looked away from the live broadcast of Brother Zaichang, and glanced at Liu Li who was playing the piano on the screen of the female barista's mobile phone.

The eyes are gentle and the smile is warm.

"She's a nice person."

The tone of the decadent man is unmistakable.

"Huh? You know her?"

The female barista asked in surprise.

The decadent man shook his head slowly, and said, "I don't know, I just know one thing she did."

"Ok?"

"Yesterday..." He stretched out his hand and tapped the screen of the mobile phone, and pointed his fingertips on the live broadcast screen, on brother Zachang's head, "...a person died."

In the live broadcast, Brother Zaichang said something for some reason, which made the woman he just talked to cover her mouth and laugh, while "Run" appeared in the barrage.

The decadent man continued: "The people from Liuli Funeral Shop contacted her family and said they would help her with the funeral for free."

The female barista picked up her mobile phone, smacked Liu Li on the face of the piano player, and said happily: "I knew it, I'm not mistaken about her, and I'm Liulichang Changhua from today on."

She put down her phone, and continued, "You're talking about the woman who jumped off the building in a wedding dress, right?"

The decadent man nodded.

The female barista was filled with righteous indignation: "Huh, she is so stupid."

"If it wasn't for her husband to hold his head up high, would she be forced to death?"

"As a result, it was said on the Internet that the family members took the money and did not pursue it, so this thing came back to harm others."

"Bitch man! Trash snacks! Useless stuff! I'm sorry for such a nice woman!"

"I was bribed for a little money, bah, I really feel worthless for that woman."

After the female barista finished speaking, she suddenly found that something was wrong with the decadent man's expression, she reacted as if her image collapsed from excitement, and hurried back to make amends:
"Ahem, I'm not usually like this, I just can't get angry."

The female barista tried her best to be gentle, but she used too much force, and the clip sound came out.

The decadent man looked up and chuckled: "It's nothing, you are right, that man is so useless."

"Let me just say it. I'll make you another cup of coffee. I roast it myself, Panama Geisha."

"Don't waste it, I can't drink it, I can only drink sun-dried Yirgacheffe."

The female barista grinds the beans on her own, pours the coffee, and says without looking back: "It's not good to drink only one type of beans, in case the sun-dried Yeka is gone."

"No more..." The decadent man murmured, "...then don't drink anymore."

The female barista didn't hear clearly and asked, "What did you say?"

"No, nothing."

At this time, the spicy "Funeral March" on the female barista's mobile phone finally came to an end.

Without the noise interference, the song played in the cafe itself suddenly became pure and bright.

Listening intently, in a trance, the decadent man seemed to be in a church, with the glass-colored dome shining like a holy light above his head, and he heard the clean singing of the children in the choir, sublimated.

He couldn't help asking: "What song is this?"

The female barista replied: "The mass, mass!"

"English?"

"No, it's Latin."

When the singing reached its climax, the majestic and majestic singing made the two of them fall silent for a while, not wanting to talk...

"Divano divano me divano mesi
Holy, holy Messi, holy Messiah,

Divano mesido divano mesia
Holy Messiah, Holy Messiah. "

After a while, the decadent man heaved a sigh of relief and put the song in the playlist on his phone.

When he switched back to the live broadcast screen again,
Brother Zaichang bid farewell to the woman he struck up a conversation with, and walked outside.

As he walked, he was still yelling at the camera:

"The time has come!"

The decadent man narrowed his eyes, reached out and turned off the live broadcast.

Then click on the song "The mass" that was just added to the playlist.

The majestic, sacred and sad music sounded:

"semper crescis aut descrescis
always full or empty
vita detestabilis
Hateful life. "

The female barista came with a cup of coffee, put it in front of the decadent man, and said with a smile: "It's good to try new varieties, don't fall in love with just one flower."

The decadent man shook his head, got up, paid the bill, and said, "Thank you for the coffee, I have to go."

"But……"

The female barista was at a loss for a while looking at the steaming Geisha coffee.

The decadent man didn't drink that cup of coffee after all.

For him, there is only one kind of coffee,
Sun-baked Yirgacheffe.

If not?
Then stop drinking.

Don't drink anymore?

There is no future!
……

"nunc obdurat et unc curat
ludomentis aciem
Sometimes hard-hearted, sometimes caring and comforting like a game.

agestatem potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem
The poor and the rich are melted by it like ice and snow. "

The female barista watched the decadent man walk out anxiously, annoyed why she was so reserved and didn't add a WeChat first.

This kind of man who obviously has a story is her favorite.

In the next second, she saw the decadent man come back again, and she frowned in surprise. Then she saw the decadent man pick up a long thing wrapped in a towel that fell on the chair, and said "goodbye", He turned around and left again.

"oops."

The female barista hesitated for a moment, and the reserved villain was beaten up by the brave villain. She gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, and chased her out.

"and many more."

roadside,

She only had time to see the decadent man stuff the long "towel" into his sleeve, get into a taxi and drive away.

To, the direction of the airport.

The female barista's heart was empty, and an inexplicable premonition came to her heart:

She will never see him again.

(End of this chapter)