Atkin

Chapter 475 Pingshui Qinyin
Shousheng was busy with his official duties in his quiet residence in Pingshui. He found that Ling Luanluan had a unique sensitivity to music. Every time he played, Ling Luanluan seemed to be touched and his memory was quietly revived.

One afternoon, Shousheng finished work and came to the yard. Lingluan was sitting in front of the piano, plucking the strings gently. Shousheng walked over and asked with a smile: "Lunluan, how did you play today?" Lingluanluan raised her head, her eyes full of joy: "Xiaosheng, I feel that every time I play, I can get closer to my mother." Shousheng said softly: "Well, your understanding of music is amazing."

One afternoon, Ling Luan plucked the strings again, her fingers stopped on the strings, and she looked distressed. She said hesitantly: "Shou Sheng, I always feel like I am missing something, and I am a little powerless. Every time I play, I can feel a surge of power in my heart, but it is just a little short of reaching those deep memories." Shou Sheng knew that Ling Luan's memory was modified by her father Ling Cong, which was an obstacle to her memory.

Shousheng thought for a moment, sat next to Ling Luanluan, picked up the piano, and said, "Lunluan, let's start with the most basic fingering. You see, when your fingers press the strings, you must pay attention to even force and not be too stiff, like this." Shousheng gestured, guiding her to press the strings, feeling the changes in force.

Shousheng then said: “The angle of plucking the strings is also very important. Different angles will produce different timbres, and we need to adjust according to the emotion of the song.” Shousheng demonstrated the action of plucking the strings and asked Luanluan to observe carefully.

Ling Luan watched carefully and nodded from time to time. Shou Sheng continued, "When playing, you should pay attention to the coordination of breath. The breath and notes echo each other, which can make the song more charming." Shou Sheng demonstrated and explained.

Shousheng also guided Ling Luanluan to sort out the contradictory passages in her memory through the sound of the piano. He said: "When you play these passages, try to feel the emotions behind the notes. Imagine that these notes are part of your memory and what they are telling you." Shousheng played a melody and asked Ling Luan to feel the emotions in it.

Ling Luan gradually mastered these techniques under Shou Sheng's guidance. Shou Sheng added: "When you play, you should put your own emotions into it. Recall every bit of your mother and let these emotions express through the sound of the piano." Ling Luan closed his eyes and felt the sound of the piano with his heart.

With Shousheng's guidance, Ling Luan's memory of his mother gradually became clearer. Shousheng said: "You see, through the sound of the piano, we can slowly sort out those modified memories. You have to believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to find back those memories that belong to your mother."

Ling Luan's eyes were slightly red, and tears were shining in them, a light of gratitude and hope. She looked deeply at Shou Sheng, and said with a choked voice: "Shou Sheng, thank you, it is you who gave me hope. Before this, I felt like a lonely boat lost in the darkness, unable to find the direction. And you, with your patience and kindness, lit a bright light for me."

Shousheng raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a warm and encouraging smile, his eyes revealing determination and care. He shook his head gently, and said in a soft but powerful tone: "You're welcome, this is our common wish. Your mother's resurrection means a lot to us. Moreover, you have the blood of the Songlings flowing in your body, which is an innate talent. You must believe in your potential." After that, Shousheng stopped the elegant piano playing in his hands, put his hands naturally on his knees, and looked at Ling Luanluan with concentration and affection. His eyes seemed to have a power that penetrated people's hearts, allowing Ling Luanluan to feel the sincerity and trust in his words. "Look, every time you play, you can fill this peaceful and quiet air with a lively breath. This is your wonderful fate with music, and it is also a display of your unique talent. As long as you persevere and feel the connection between music and memory with your heart, you will be able to awaken those dormant memories and let your mother return to you again."

Ling Luanluan bit her lower lip slightly and nodded vigorously, the trust in her eyes shining like bright stars. She said softly: "Shousheng, I feel much more at ease with you by my side. Whenever I feel confused or helpless, as long as I see you and hear your voice, I feel that I have the motivation to move forward again."

Shousheng's smile became even brighter, as if it could dispel all the haze. He reached out his hand and gently patted Ling Luanluan's shoulder, giving her a warm and down-to-earth comfort. "As long as you have confidence and we work together, there will be no difficulties that cannot be overcome. Your mother's resurrection is not only your dream, but also our common expectation. I will always accompany you through this difficult but hopeful journey."

In this warm and hopeful atmosphere, the two people's eyes met, as if they saw the dawn of the future in each other's eyes. They both knew that the road ahead might still be rough, but as long as they worked together, they would be able to realize their wishes.

During the peaceful days, Shousheng would always take time out from his busy work to accompany Ling Luanluan. His care for Ling Luanluan grew day by day, and Ling Luan's piano skills improved day by day under Shousheng's careful guidance.

Shousheng is immersed in the complexity of official duties every day, but he always thinks about Ling Luanluan. Whenever work comes to an end, he can't wait to rush to the yard. With Shousheng's company, Ling Luanluan's understanding of music becomes more profound and her playing skills become more proficient. She is like a fish in water in the world of piano music. From the initial immaturity to the current ease, every time she plays, it seems to be telling of her deep longing for her mother. Ling Luanluan's dependence on Shousheng is also increasing day by day, and the relationship between the two becomes deeper with the company of piano music.

One evening, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled in the yard, and Ling Luanluan played alone as usual. Shousheng finished a day's work and walked into the yard. He heard the familiar piano sound from afar. He quietly walked aside and stared at Ling Luan's focused figure. Ling Luan's fingering was skillful and smooth, and the notes jumped on her fingertips, as if they were given life. She devoted herself to playing, and every note was full of deep feelings for her mother. Shousheng was very pleased to see Ling Luan's progress.

Shousheng walked to Lingluan, sat down gently, and said, "Lunluan, you are playing better and better." Lingluan stopped playing the piano and looked at Shousheng, his eyes full of gratitude and joy. Shousheng continued, "Your Geling blood has given you a unique talent. As long as you continue to work hard, you will definitely be able to unlock more memories." Lingluan nodded firmly and said, "Shousheng, thanks to you, I have the confidence to continue." Shousheng smiled.

With Shousheng's encouragement, Ling Luanluan continued to play. She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the music, as if she had entered a world full of memories. Shousheng accompanied her quietly, feeling the emotions conveyed by the piano music. Ling Luanluan's playing became more and more proficient, and her heart was full of expectations for her mother's resurrection. Shousheng looked at Ling Luanluan, and his heart was also full of hope. He knew that Ling Luanluan was getting closer and closer to her goal.