[BL] My Partner Was Assigned By The Country [END]

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After becoming a little drunk

 The nervous violinist made a mistake and made frequent mistakes. The overture part of a "Blue Danube" that has been passed down since the ancient earth became fragmented. He should have played it gently with a broken bow in the key of A major. But because of his tense tremolo, the bow of the violin became a tool for playing cotton, and it pulled out a harsh and sharp sound in the mess.

The interstellar age still has such an ancient description (playing cotton has long since disappeared), presumably passed down by word of mouth from teachers who taught musical instruments.

Auston, who must go back, stopped in front of the small stage and stared blankly at a point on the stage with a frown, he said slowly: "My mother is a music teacher and can play several musical instruments. I said, teach me a few things, but..." 

The voice became low, but his mother had just taught him the correct way to play the violin when she fell ill. The genetic disease, still incurable with today's medical level, dragged on for three years and passed away when he was six years old. He always remembered that there was a bouquet of beautiful lilies on the bedside in the huge and warm bedroom. Mom lay in Dad's arms and slowly closed her eyes. Her departure also took away the brilliance in Dad's eyes.

When Auston was stunned, the violinist who was so nervous that he couldn't master the tune had already been taken down by the manager. The dawn of dawn plucked through the morning mist on the river. Under his interpretation, the violinist could not be torn apart. The smog on the river, let alone wake up the sleeping earth, it is a great gift to not let people wake up irritably from their sleep. The violinist has left, and the song continues, but it continues to be booed by the guests in the audience, and the sound of changing people to perform is endless.

"I want to listen to that song just now." The drunk Auston was neither mad or mad, but he lacked restraint and forbearance. The requested child, but even so, he still has a side of etiquette and rules, and he doesn't really make trouble like a child.

Such Auston made Ryan very distressed.

"I let them play."

Auston shook his head, he broke free of Ryan's hand, walked steadily onto the small stage, and walked to the piano. The piano player was nervous and dared not move in his dark eyes, and the movements of his hands were chaotic several times.

"Range." To others, Auston, as always, cherishes his words like gold.

Without any hesitation, the pianist quickly left the vacated position and stood aside regardless of the performance being continued. Auston sat in front of the piano, stared at the black and white keys and watched intently. After watching for a while, he put his hands up, his slender fingers floated on the keys and did not press down. After decades, he was busy studying. , Busy with training, work and promotion, he almost forgot the feeling of his mother teaching him by hand.

After pursing his lips, Auston stubbornly didn't want to give up. He changed his hands to a single finger, pressed the keys a few times, and the crisp single tone entered his ears. Soon he was not satisfied with this and wanted a complete "Blue Danube", but unfortunately he couldn't do anything. With his ability to not even recognize the keys, let alone "Blue Danube", it was "Two Tigers". Can't pop out.

There were more people around, those warm and dry hands were placed on the keys, and the soothing music sounded slowly. Auston seemed to see Austria in the ancient earth period in front of his eyes. It was very quiet under the morning fog, and the horizon suddenly appeared. A ray of light from the sky, the sun in the dawn did not hesitate to shine the light on the city, cleared the mist, and shone on the river surface, and the waves of the Danube gently flipped in the sunlight. The slow rhythm became brisk, lively and light, and at the end of the song, Auston had already leaned on Ryan's shoulder and closed his eyes, but he didn't sleep, he just felt that there was a small piece of peace that belonged to them in the noisy restaurant. .

"I haven't played it for a long time."

Auston heard the beauty in the music, but Ryan reluctantly found that he had not played for many years, and his fingering had long been unfamiliar. The intermittent sound and the rigid placement were similar to the violinist's level just now. . Only Auston "sees the beauty in the eyes of the beholder" and hears beauty and difference.

The guests below protested very much, urging the waiter to come over to stop Ryan and Auston's nonsense, and the sound they made was polluting their ears! The manager stood next to him for a long time, and because of the momentum of the two guests, he never dared to move forward. When the music, which was not much different from playing cotton, finally stopped, the manager gathered up his courage and stepped forward, stammering. Said: "Two gentlemen, there are new actors on the stage, this... please let me go."