The sun slowly sinks, about to disappear from the sea level, and the sky gradually darkens.

Suddenly, behind the old man, a man wearing a black baseball hat and a bearded dress, walked over quickly.

He was holding a fish in his hand and a handful of vegetables. The beard on his face was so beautiful that it was almost impossible to tell what he was like.

When he came to the old man's side, he asked with concern: "Did you feel better today?"

The old man could feel his approaching early in the morning, but he still sat there motionlessly.

It was not until the young man's voice sounded from behind that he slowly turned around.

His head really didn't hurt that much. He didn't know him, nor did he know who he was.

But his treatment was really useful to him. Although his eyes still couldn't see it, at least the headache had been relieved day by day.

If it had always been as painful as before, he would rather die.

Seeing the old man nodding gently, he threw a word and walked into the wooden house.

"I'll make some fish soup for you tonight. If you wait a little longer, you'll be ready to have a meal soon."

The old man didn't say anything. Although it was just a simple sentence from a young man, it made him feel extremely warm.

He was rejected by all kinds of rejection since he was a child. When he had a little ability, he began to live a wandering life.

He went around many places and met his later master.

The master is a zither, but because of his average craftsmanship, his family is not wealthy.

But the master thought he was very talented, so he was particularly good to him, sometimes even better to him than to his own son.

Maybe this is the reason. In this family, except for the master, his wife and senior brother are particularly disliked.

With the love of his master, his life has sunshine again, so he has always been very accommodating to other people in the family and does not want to make it difficult for his master to do it.

Seeing him so well-behaved, the master was better at treating him, and taught him all his skills.

Although I only studied there for more than a year, this is the most precious memory for him.

It can be said that this year was the happiest year after he lost his parents, but soon after, the master got an acute illness and left him quickly.

After the master left, his wife and senior brother who had never liked him immediately drove him out of the door.

He took the piano score that his master secretly sent to him during his lifetime and left reluctantly.

The master said that it was something left by the Grand Master, and he could not find his successor, so he could only preserve it from generation to generation.

At that time, the master knew that his son did not have the talent in this area, so he even concealed these things.

Until he met him, he found that the light emitted from him was not something that ordinary people could have.

He decided to bring him back who was wandering outside and teach him all his skills.

He did not disappoint his master, and he learned much better than ordinary apprentices.

The master felt increasingly that he had not read the wrong person, and he really had talent in this area.

But he was not good at learning skills, so he didn't teach him much, so he had to understand many things slowly.

When he knew that he had a few months left, he was even more anxious to train him.

Although it was very hard during that period, he still persevered.

One day when the master was dying, he secretly called him to the head of the bed and carefully handed the hidden piano score to his hands.

"Xiaoyi, Master is useless. I have not yet understood the true meaning of this piano score. I hope it can be carried forward in you. Master is leaving, and you must learn to take care of yourself in the future..."

The Master's words have been deeply imprinted in his mind, not because the Master taught him anything, but more importantly, he felt the father's love for the first time in his Master.

In his later life, he did not disappoint his master, and he eventually became a famous zither maker at home and abroad, Lu Yi.

Occasionally, a masterpiece will attract people to try the piano. Often, no one can control the piano he made well, so he destroys the piano he made again and again.

So much so that everyone thinks he is strange and no one dares to approach him.

He has always been single and has no family.

Until he was injured by the piano he made some day ago and fainted at home. No one knew about it.

He himself didn't know how long he had been dizzy at home, but when he woke up, his head was dizzy, and there was even darkness in front of him, and there was no light.

Thinking of the dazzling white light emitted from the strings, his eyes fainted after a stinging pain. He knew that he was blind and blind.

He never knew that blindness would bring such great fear to him. He always thought that nothing would cause any trouble in his life. Only now did he realize that his body was so important.

He slowly got up, and because hunger and pain almost drained all his strength, he could only cook a little noodles to satisfy his hunger by his own feelings.

The days were spent day and night, and soon he ate all the only ingredients in his house. He had to leave this messy home and go outside to find food.

He has always disliked the excitement and has always lived in seclusion in a very remote village.

As he left, he soon lost his way. He didn't know where he was, nor could he hear the noisy sounds of others. He fell down countless times and got up again. Finally, he finally fainted from exhaustion.

In the dream and dizziness, I heard bursts of shouting.

"Uncle, uncle... are you okay?"

He finally opened his eyes slowly, but still could not see any brilliance.

He didn't know where he was, but he only knew that he seemed to be lying on a soft bed now, his body warmed up and his head didn't hurt so much.

Feeling that someone was approaching, he thought he was probably saved.

Seeing his slowly opened eyes, the young man asked with concern: "Uncle, how do you feel?"

He saw his dissipated pupils slowly withdraw. He slowly turned his head to look at him when he heard his voice.

Jie knew at a glance that his eyes were different from those of normal people. He walked up to him, stretched out his five fingers and shook them in front of him a few randomly.

Seeing that he had no reaction at all, he said in disgrace: "Uncle, your eyes..."

"I can't see it."

His hoarse voice finally rang, and there was a lot of helplessness and despair in his eyes.

That was a newly caused blindness, and it was obvious that it had not been accepted yet.
Chapter completed!