Playing the piano

At noon, Wen Renlian and Kuang Zheng arrived at the hospital.

People who learn metaphysics seem to have a kind of marvelous power in their bodies, and their physical quality is much better than ordinary people. The wound on Lu Youyi's head has started to recover today, and with one more day's rest, he can be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate.

The wound is a small matter, Lu Youyi's hairstyle is a big deal.

The doctor shaved all the hair around his wound for the sake of the stitches. Lu Youyi was so desperate that he let the doctor shave his head bald.

To express his sympathy for the wounded, Wen Renlian bought Lu Youyi two hats, one a simple duck-tongued cap and the other with a wig.

"You can wear whichever one you want," Wen Renlian looked at Lu Youyi's head, which was as smooth as a duck egg, and said sincerely, "It is said that only those who have passed the test of baldness are really handsome, Lu Youyi, your head is very round."

Lu Youyi said mournfully, "If you don't laugh it out, I'll believe you."

Jiang Luo couldn't help but look at Wen Renlian as he took out his hair coloring tool again, "Don't you want to dye your gray hair black?"

"......" Jiang Luo lost it, "I'd almost forgotten about it."

He sat in front of Wen Renlian, who skillfully disassembled the tools for coloring his hair, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to give you an unbelievably natural color."

Jiang Luo lifted out this strand of white hair by his ear and looked at it, "I didn't have to color my hair."

Wen Renlian did not comment, Jiang Luo did not tell them why his hair had gone gray, so they did not ask more questions, "However, I think this strand of gray hair is quite pretty."

He took the hair from Jiang Luo's hand, whose hair had always been as smooth as silk, and who could not help but be addicted to it after touching it once. Wen Renlian said lovingly, "But Qi Ye told me that you don't like this strand of gray hair."

Jiang Luo stepped on the leg of the stool, his long legs curling up as he thought for a moment, "I think I did say that."

Wen Renlian revealed a smile, and after combing Jiang Luo's hair, he asked as if he was not thinking, "What happened to your mouth?"

Jiang Luo subconsciously touched his lips, even after using the medicine, it was not completely well now, he almost revealed a grim expression, at the crucial moment he thought of Wen Renlian standing behind him, and held back in time, "Guess?"

Wen Renlian is not Ye Xun Lu Youyi, Jiang Luo has not thought about how to say to him.

"I'm guessing-" Winnie even drew out a long, slow note, "that you're being chewed on."

Bad.

Jiang Luo's teeth ground together, and suddenly an idea struck him. His cheeks flushed thinly and he coughed uncomfortably, embarrassedly saying, "Uh-huh."

Wenrenian's fingertips lurched.

Jiang Luo turned back and lowered his voice, "Wen Ren, if others ask, you help me to cover up, don't ever tell my master, if he knows that I'm still hanging out with Chi You that would be bad."

It turned out to be Chi You, Wen Renlian's smile remained unchanged, and he said soothingly, "I won't, don't worry."

In truth, alarm bells went off in his mind.

It had been a long time since they had heard Chi You's name from Jiang Luo's mouth. Wen Renlian had thought that Jiang Luo had gradually gotten over the grief of losing his lover, but he hadn't realized that they were still in touch, even kissing.

Chi You, what are you thinking?

Doesn't he know what will happen to Jiang Luo if he keeps compelling a human being to fall in love with a stern ghost like this?

Does a person's disposition change so much after death? Chi You would never do anything while you were alive, so why did you have to die to be obsessed with Jiang Luo and become paranoid?

Jiang Luo has already killed himself once and crashed his car into a river for him, what more does he want Jiang Luo to be addicted to.

Wen Renlian not only decides to tell Feng Li, but also instantly strengthens his heart to set Jiang Luo and Qi Ye together.

He said without a trace, "Speaking of which, Qi Ye hasn't been back to school once since you guys went out on your mission."

Jiang Luo's attention was indeed diverted to Qi Ye, who said thoughtfully, "Really?"

Wen Renlian said, "The teacher did call the Qi family, but according to them, the Qi family is not yet finished with their business, and they need to wait some more time before sending Qi Ye back. Their attitude was polite, in the end, the school's curriculum is not very important to Qi Ye, the Qi family can teach Qi Ye much more than in school."

Jiang Luo smiled meaninglessly.

He didn't think so.

The Qi family held Qi Ye at home until they completed their mission, rather like a precautionary measure to keep Qi Ye out of trouble after their deaths.

As for Qi Ye knowing that the Qi family has made a move in this mission ...... Jiang Luo remembered Qi Ye s stagnant look and inclined that he did not know.

By now, Jiang Luo was 100% certain that the Qi Men Dun Jia's illusions that he had encountered during the mission were definitely the handiwork of the Qi family.

Chi You is also in the mix, playing an equally important role.

He knew that the Qi family and Chi family were going to make a move on Jiang Luo's men, and knew when the illusions were going to start, so he got involved in the scheme.

But the strange thing is, who actually broke the illusion?

Jiang Luo pressed his doubts and took the hair dye to wash his hair.

This strand of white hair soon turned black, Jiang Luo's hair is already dark and dense, dyed black hair is not as bright as his natural hair color, but when mixed in, it is impossible to tell the difference.

Jiang Luo tied up his blow-dried hair and put on a duck hat, "I'm going out to buy a duck neck."

After all, he has just been on the hot search, just in case, Jiang Luo put on a mask, he lowered his head, the high ponytail exposed behind the duck tongue cap is dashing and sharp, low-profile out of the hospital.

Jiang Luo took a taxi to the recording location of "Next Stop, Idol" and found the general director to ask for the surveillance video from last night's dormitory building.

The electricity on the first to fifth floors was cut off by Ye Xun, but there is still electricity on the sixth floor. Jiang Luo looked at the only remaining video with a serious expression.

While the human eye can be fooled by illusions, the camera's eye is not. The sixth floor was not where the trainees stayed, so only the left and right ends of the corridor had cameras installed. The two surveillance videos went black at the end, and before they did, Jiang Luo watched the videos several times over and over again, finally seeing something wrong on one of the surveillance scenes.

He pressed pause and zoomed in as far as it would go, and there was a thumb-sized hilt of a knife flickering in the lower right corner amongst the corners near the stairs.

It's a dead ghost's knife.

Jiang Luo stood up and watched the scene with an expressionless face.

Why would a dead guy go up to the sixth floor?

None of them were on the sixth floor at this hour.

The director carefully said, "Master, do you want to see anything else?"

"No need," Jiang Luo, "Director, give me a copy of this video, and afterward, you remember to delete these videos."

Jiang Luo took his things and left the place, took the car to the street and bought some pork stores and duck neck chicken nuggets, and carried a watermelon back to the ward.

A few people came over and picked up their stuff, Jiang Luo sat on the arm of the couch and took off his mask and hat, "Deadbeat, aren't you going to eat?"

Teng Bi hesitated for a moment, picking up a slice of watermelon and nibbling on it.

The flesh of the melon was sweet and cool in the mouth, and after he finished the watermelon in three bites, Jiang Luo asked, "How is it?"

It's delicious.

Teng Bi, however, just said, "It's not bad."

Jiang Luo no longer asked, lying on the sofa and resting with his eyes closed.

At noon the next day, Lu Youyi was discharged from the hospital. They went downstairs to get a taxi, and given that the dead ghost had nowhere else to go, they brought the dead ghost back to school as well.

Lu Youyi sighs, "Remember the last one we brought back, or a severed head."

"The guillotine is living a fast life right now," Winkler shrugged, "and it's been talking to Dean a lot about taking care of his hair."

Jiang Luo thought he had heard wrong: "The dean still has hair?"

Wenren even whispered, "Dean has a beard."

After a week of separation, Jiang Luo finally returned to school. He went back to his room, cleaned up, bought some cooking utensils, and at 6:00 p.m., received an invitation from his teacher.

"What's this?" Jiang Luo took it and looked around.

The teacher said, "An invitation to a party from the Kiszewski family."

Jiang Luo came to be interested, he said with a wry smile, "Everyone?"

"Only those who made it to the third level in the national competition have invitations, and it's kind of a celebration for you guys. In previous years, it was another family that did it, but this year it's the Qi family's turn. At that time, the young talents of the metaphysical world will all gather at the Qi family, and it's sort of a blind date in disguise," the teacher joked, "Fellow student Jiang Luo, don't you dare be abducted by someone else to another school."

Jiang Luo raised an eyebrow, "Teacher, when did the invitation come?"

"An hour ago," said the teacher, "it's no coincidence that the invitations arrived just as you returned."

Jiang Luo laughed twice and bid farewell to his teacher.

When he was alone, he looked the invitation over carefully.

The party was in two days, and thankfully, Jiang Luo's lips would have healed by then.

The rest of it is no different from a normal invitation.

Jiang Luo opened the closet.

There were a few formal suits in the closet, he picked one out at random and tried it on, the size was quite appropriate. The solid black suit was slim, and appeared to be waist thin and leg long, tall and beautiful.

Since he can wear them, Jiang Luo is not going to spend money on new ones.

As the two days passed by, Jiang Luo met all his classmates, but not Sai Liaoer.

Two days later in the morning, he had just returned to the dormitory after running, when he saw Sai Liaoer walk into the dormitory in a trance-like state with limp hands and feet, greenish-black eyes, and pale lips.

This kind of overindulgence of kidney weakness appearance, so that the host can not stop shaking his head, "Xiao Sai ah, you this also ......"

Sai Liaoer opens her sleepy eyes with a listless, vacant, played-out look, "Huh?"

The blonde with small curls looked so vicissitude that Jiang Luo almost didn't dare to recognize him, he cautiously said, "Sai Liaoer?"

Sai Liaoer looked at him listlessly, and after a long time, she responded, "Jiang, you're back?"

"I've been back for two days ...... " Jiang Luo said, "Why haven't I seen you in the past two days?"

"It's two days off, I'm sleeping," Sai Liaoer yawns, regaining a bit of energy, but still wilting, "I'm so sleepy."

Jiang Luo asked, "Do you never rest at night these days?"

Sai Liaoer thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "I seem to have rested and not rested ...... And I don't know why, but now when it comes to the night, I am a little afraid, I want to, all the time daytime."

He shook his body.

Jiang Luo remembers, Sai Liaoer doesn't remember the night walk.

He pats Sai Liaoer's shoulder heavily, but with Sai Liaoer in this state, it really makes you worry if he's going to die suddenly.

Every night they are called out for unpaid part-time work, and lo and behold Sai Liaoer, even if they don't remember it, subconsciously has begun to fear the dark sky.

Jiang Luo felt he had to talk to Hei Wuchang.

Saying goodbye to Sai Liaoer, Jiang Luo went back to his room and took a shower.

At ten o'clock, they are going to leave for Qi's house, the time set so early, they are estimated to stay in Qi's house for a day. Jiang Luo carefully washed a clean, wearing a bathrobe will hair dry, will have long been prepared at the side of the suit pick up, one by one to wear on the body.

But as Jiang Luo buttons up his shirt, Yu Guang glances over and sees a set of Western accessories sitting on top of his suit jacket.

A pair of ruby red cufflinks, a ruby red rose pin, and a pair of ruby red stud earrings.

Jiang Luo looked steadily for a moment, bending over, his black hair falling over his shoulders as he took the trinkets in his hands.

These things looked extremely familiar, he had seen them on Chi You before.

Jiang Luo coldly pulled his lips.

He'd been out running for no more than an hour, and the door to his room was locked so no one else could get in.

People can't get in, but ghosts can.

Chi You Give him these things, what does it mean?

Jiang Luo swept the tails of his eyes over the ornaments without a ripple, and walked lightly to the trash can, his palms loosening as the ruby set of western decorations were thrown into the trash can.

No mercy.

"Nice stuff, but what a shame," he said, his thin lips picking up like a high king's, commenting absently, "I hate things that have been worn by other people."

Jiang Luo picked up his suit jacket and lifted his steps out the door.

The companions were almost all ready, in full formal attire, and even Wenren Lian had taken off her long skirt and replaced it with a suit, and was talking to Kuang Zheng with a smile on her face.

For this kind of occasion, Lu Youyi couldn't wear a hat, he wisely wore a wig, and when he saw that the people were all together, he said, "I asked my parents to borrow some cars, let's go."

Lu Youyi's car, of course, is a luxury car. Jiang Luo was the first to grab the driver's seat, he had never driven such an expensive car before.

Dean went with them as their leader. The Qi family's banquet was held at a mountain villa, and Jiang Luo had a row of luxury cars parked at the bottom of the mountain when they arrived.

People who have made a name for themselves in the world of metaphysics are never short of money, just look at this villa of the Qi family, together with the villa, there is almost an entire mountain to buy.

Once they got off the bus, someone from the Qi family led them to the entrance of the villa. At the entrance, there was a specialized person with a checking light checking the invitations.

A set of procedures to check down carefully and politely, as soon as they entered, not far from the strong impatience to deal with the guests Qi Ye is frozen, and then quickly stepped forward, glanced at the dean behind the students, and the dean first greeted, "Dean good."

Dean Xu smiled cheerfully, "Qi Ye, I haven't seen you for a week."

Qi Ye pursed her lips, "I'll be back in school by Monday."

Dean Xu nodded and handed Jiang Luo and his group over to Qi Ye, going to catch up with his old friend himself.

Qi Ye looked at Jiang Luo, "Are you three okay?"

With a twinkle in his eyes, Jiang Luo asked rhetorically, "What can we be up to?"

"It's best if you guys are okay," Qi Ye grunted, "Don't ever get hurt just because I wasn't on the mission you guys, then you're really wasted."

It seems that Qi Ye really doesn't know what the Qisas are doing.

Jiang Luo smiled, "You stayed home all week?"

Qi Ye nodded, annoyance flickering from his brow, "They won't even let me out of the house."

As they spoke, a group of people walked over. They were also participants in the third level, but in the end, they didn't get anything out of it, and there were many direct disciples of the six great families among them.

Feng Li won't come to this kind of party of young people, these people are a bit unscrupulous, looking at Jiang Luo, the first place in the eyes of hidden hostility and jealousy, "You are Jiang Luo, took away the Primordial Heavenly Pearl? "You're Jiang Luo, the one who took the Primordial Heavenly Pearl?"

As his companions gathered around Jiang Luo, Lu Youyi nonchalantly said, "What is your business?"

The leader of this group of people is a pockmarked face, pockmarked face grunted, "Earlier the competition let you get the first, we are not convinced. Obviously before the competition has not heard of you what reputation, who knows the last run out of a you this dark horse, we watched your competition video, but the video only the first two levels, the first two levels we barely convinced, but the third level who knows how you break open. Buddy a few see you today still have a grudge in their hearts, want to compete with you again."

They have hostility is hostile, but it is bright and open. Jiang Luo didn't get angry, "How do you want to compare?"

Hemp face eyes turned, a group of people whispered for a long time, and finally stood up his chest and said, "Today to celebrate the feast, it is not more than those real guns, Qi family had prepared a lot of projects waiting for us to play, today it is more than the kung fu to cultivate the body and fortune eye."

Jiang Luo's eyelids jumped, "Luck eyes?"

He knew what it meant to cultivate one's body and mind, which was nothing more than writing and drawing, reciting scriptures and drawing talismans, or even playing the qin and composing music.

People who study metaphysics emphasize "calmness" and "stability", and in order to train their temperament, both the school and the Six Great Houses will give them hobbies to cultivate their bodies and nourish their temperament.

Feng Li's way of training Jiang Luo was to let him write charms one after another.

But Luck?

As an extremely unlucky person, Jiang Luo is not feeling well at the moment.

The companions around him obviously knew his physique very well, and their faces all subtly changed, revealing miserable expressions.

Finished Finished, than the other they are not afraid, this is more than the luck ...... they still wash their hands.

Qi Ye "tsk", explained: "The celebration banquet will only start in the evening, let you come over so early in order to get to know each other, and draw close to the feelings. Our family has prepared a lot of things, the mountain road can be raced, there are also horse races, gambling on stones, board games ...... said it is more than luck, after all, it is the word gambling."

Ma Zi face said unevenly, "How can it be gambling! Just like horse racing, if you have good eyesight, you can naturally tell that horse can win, which proves your talent. If you have good luck, this is also a form of strength."

Qi Ye snorted and said to Jiang Luo, "His name is Li Cheng, he has a knack for gambling, do you want to compete with him?"

Hemp face said indignantly, "It has to be compared, otherwise this breath can't be fucking swallowed."

The people on Jiang Luo's side instead urged, "Forget it, don't compete, don't compete, let's say you guys win, okay? Let's say you guys win!"

When this was said, it in turn angered the group of people who were looking for trouble. There was also a tall skinny guy in the crowd, his eyes were red, pulling his voice to cry, "What do you mean, are you guys looking down on us?!"

Jiang Luo's temples were raw from the noise and he took a deep breath, "...... than."

He followed up by asking, "What is the first level of the competition?"

"Than 'steady'," Hemp Face looked around and spotted a piano on the side of the hall, "let's compare playing the piano, put glass beads on the keys, and at the end of the day let's see who left the most glass beads on the keys, and that's who wins. "

Jiang Luo wants to refuse, he doesn't play the piano.

But before he could say the words of refusal, Qi Ye's father laughed loudly and came over from the side, "That's a good idea, uncle also followed on the side and watched, just to be a referee for you guys, okay?"

Qi Ye frowned, "Dad, you--"

"Hey," Qi's father patted him on the shoulder, "It's a rare day to take it easy, so don't think too much about yourselves, just make a friend."

After saying that, he looked towards Jiang Luo and smiled, "Jiang Luo, speaking of which, I still know your former master Chen Pi! Chen Pi has told me a lot about you these days, and I remember that you used to use this method to practice your mind, right?"

Jiang Luo paused and smiled slowly, "That was all when I was a child."

In the memory of the original body, it is true that so practiced the piano, but it is just a person who followed in the piano room for a few years, practicing indiscriminately and mixing.

Such a small matter, the original body did not even put it on the heart, Chen Pi how would it remember.

I'm only afraid that the QI family, has already checked his information to the bottom.

However, the original is quite mediocre, and even though he is jealous of Chi You, he doesn't have anyone to talk to about it. He doesn't have the habit of recording his feelings on the internet, but at most, Lu Youyi can hear him cursing Chi You at school, so Jiang Luo doesn't worry that his lies will be exposed.

Earlier, he had thought that if the Chi family wanted to kill him, it was because they knew that he had killed Chi You. But it was clear that Chi You and the Chi family were at loggerheads, so he put this idea out of his mind as soon as it came to him.

And if you think about it, the Chi family and the Qi family don't look at all like they know that he was the one who had used forbidden techniques to frame Chi You.

The Qisas had investigated so carefully, I guess they hadn't found out anything, and this came to test him.

"Jiang Luo" used to be so mediocre, why has he become so good now?

A change in personality, a rising spirit, and the unearthing of an undiscovered talent can be explained by the death of a loved one, or the return of a prodigal son. But how can you explain a piano that you used to know how to play and now you don't know how to play?

But Jiang Luo really felt that even if the original was here, he couldn't play a single song.

But that's something Father Ki would never believe.

Qi's father said, "It's okay, this is more than a cultivation kung fu, not to compare the technology, the heart as long as it is stable enough, is a good standard."

With that said, Jiang Luo smiled, frantically recalling within his mind all those music scores and piano keys that the original body had read as a child, "Then I'll make an offering."

He walked towards the piano, one step after another, his steps elegantly slow. Jiang Luo outwardly calmly bought himself time, but the original body was really not interested in all this kung fu that required meditation; he tried as hard as he could, but still nothing came to mind.

Jiang Luo had already made his way over to the piano, where he sat down slowly and methodically, ready to plan how to sensibly stop the performance.

His fingers lightly tapped on the piano keys a few times, as if he was auditioning. A pleasant, low piano sound rang out, the end notes lightly trembling, as distant as the deep sea.

The waiter brought a vial of glass beads and poured them over the keys.

As soon as it fell, one or two glass beads almost rolled off the keys. Jiang Luo thought to himself, "How can this be played?

Can someone who plays the piano well enough really keep the marbles from falling?

He coughed up his throat and was about to say something about giving up, but the hand that was on the keys was suddenly covered with another.

Another pair of hands, unseen by anyone, crawled onto Jiang Luo's hand like a slimy snake under the eyes of everyone. The hand was as cold as a dead man's, and the slender fingers slowly moved forward against the back of Jiang Luo's hand, bringing up a burst of itchiness and goosebumps, and then ambiguously inserted themselves into the cracks of Jiang Luo's fingers.

Jiang Luo's back was also plastered with a layer of coldness that made his scalp feel numb.

Someone let out a soft chuckle in his ear.

In the next moment, this pair of ghostly hands took Jiang Luo's hands and danced and leaped on the keys.