"I didn't bully her."

"Really, I can't beat her up again, right? We are all artists, artists!"

While Gisel was crying, Huai Shi was scratching her head and explaining to Ai Qing: "We just had a friendly exchange. I also found many defects in her ability, and she wanted to say thank you to me.

Woolen cloth."

"oh?"

Ai Qing looked at Giselle, "Her expression doesn't seem to be saying thank you."

"Good medicine is bitter, but honest words are unpleasant."

Huai Shi said tremblingly: "I also teach her to sing! She can already sing the little stars."

"Really?"

Francesco, who was comforting his companion, lit up his eyes and was overjoyed. So, can he communicate music with Giselle in the future?

Is there such a good thing?

He said, "Thank you!"

"Look."

I have said that Huai Shi spread her hands innocently to Ai Qing.

After Ai Qing looked at him with an indescribable expression for a long time, he nodded clearly: "Although I don't know what happened, your words... are normal."

Then why do you show such a look of looking at dirty things?

Huai Shi covered her face.

I feel like this is unclear.

Ai Qing, looking at Huai Shi's current appearance, could not see any haggard or tired look, and asked, "It's okay?"

"Yeah, in great condition."

Huai Shi nodded and looked at Francesco: "So, what's next? Have a duel between musicians? Say it in advance, I won't know how to use the accordion."

"Forget it, I can't do it either in cello."

After comforting Giselle, Francisco couldn't help but shake his head: "Mr. Paganini told me that in terms of cello, you are enough to be the chief of the association's bass department."

"I've heard your performance."

He told Huai Shi frankly: "To be honest, I am not sure of winning you."

Huai Shi asked: "So, do you want to surrender?"

Francisco shook his head flatly: "In advance, this is purely a stubborn resistance, and it doesn't matter if you don't know what to do. However, as long as you can play this piece of music, I will give in.

It doesn’t matter no matter how you want to talk about it at that time.”

As he said that, he reached out and untied the neckline in front of Huai Shi. Then, like a zipper, he pulled open his skin and ribs, and took out a small square from his pulsating heart.

The moment the metal square the size of a thumb appeared, everyone began to shake faintly in front of their eyes and their consciousness was vague. When the squares were untied layer by layer, what fell into his hands was a stack of broken and ancient music.

Ai Qing had already removed her eyes.

She couldn't see the characters on it clearly and was unwilling to read them more.

It is just that instinctively able to feel the source substance entangled on it, or in other words, has formed a substantial obsession, such a pure curse!

She frowned.

Huai Shi also frowned.

This is a...

“Violin score?”

Huai Shi pinched her chin.

Feeling a little troublesome.

Even though the shapes are the same and there is no big difference, cello and violin are still two different instruments.

Even if it is the same quadrigram, there are trebles and bass. Although there is no difference between the two, in terms of performance, it can be said to be in different fields.

Fortunately, when Huai Shi was giving instructions on the original situation before, she had already gained a lot of experience.

No refusal was considered at all.

He held the music score and stared at the changing music on it. After a long time, he suddenly asked: "Can I use a cello? However, many melodies need to be slightly changed and adjusted in the range."

"As long as it's this score."

Seeing that he agreed, Francesco immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but still warned carefully: "I'll say it first, it's very harsh on the conditions of the player. Once it starts, the consequences of failure are also serious. If you are not sure, you can refuse.

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We also want other solutions.”

Huai Shi did not answer, but just looked at the music in her hand and suddenly asked: "Is this score important to you?"

Francisco didn't speak.

Huai Shi didn't ask anymore, just read silently. After a long time, she suddenly looked at her side: "Borrow it in the concert hall?"

In the corner, the person in charge who appeared at some point had been waiting for a long time.

Hearing this, joy and expectation appeared on his old face.

"All are ready, please wait for your arrival at any time."

Three minutes later, the door of the concert hall slowly opened.

Everything is ready on the spotless stage.

Prepare perfect.

The person in charge looked at the empty seat regretfully and sighed silently. Unfortunately, the time was too hasty and there were no audiences, otherwise he could still summon enough old friends to enjoy the performance...

"No, that's fine."

Huai Shi waved her hand indifferently, took two steps, and looked at Ai Qing behind her in confusion.

She was still standing outside the door, and seemed to have no idea of ​​watching.

"Aren't you coming?"

"No, you go, there will be no accident anyway." Ai Qing said, "I just happened to have time, so I plan to have a good talk with Miss Gisele."

Although she didn't say it explicitly, she still seemed to have resistance to the concert hall.

Not willing to get close.

"Then I'll be back soon."

Huai Shi waved her hand and walked towards the bandstand.

The door closed behind him.

Under the focused light, the dark movement seemed to come alive, and thousands of dark auras extended out of it and had already occupied the entire concert hall, causing Huai Shi's movements to stagnate.

Or, underestimated.

The obsession and curse contained in this movement.

Even at the front of the audience, Francesco was a little restless and bit his nails, even more nervous than Huai Shi himself.

He had never seen this movement look so active.

It is fierce, as if the strange thing in it is about to break free from the shackles and choose someone to eat.

The terrifying coldness is lingering.

It seemed as if an invisible palm stretched out from the darkness behind him, stroked his cheeks, pulled his soul, and murmured little by little.

Come here! Come here!

The familiar voice was shouting.

Toward him.

Come here!

Francesco shook his head: "How about..."

"Let's get started."

Huai Shi sat on the chair, held the bow of the cello, and stared at the music in front of her.

Also, after those flowing notes, the cold faces that were faintly cast here.

It's like measuring the qualifications of the visitor.

Just through that broken music, as if through the door of death, the obsession of the deceased and the madness of the living, and the skills and talents of the living are looking at each other.

The obsession and curse lurking in the movement are awakening.

The music composed of the soul of the dead opened the eyes of nothingness and looked at his challenger.
To be continued...