Reborn Genius Doctor Yin

Chapter 30
At the moment of the water shock, more than three inches of hair has turned white, and the whiteness is still growing.

Uncle Ya gently put him down, and there was nothing he could do about the rest.

After her feet landed on the ground, Shui Xiao didn't feel the down-to-earth feeling. She just felt like she was stepping on a pile of cotton, which was soft. She couldn't tell whether it was the ground becoming soft, or her legs and feet were not in control.

She opened her mouth to call out, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and after the empty "goo", she didn't make any sound, staring at the hair that was turning white, her eyes were astringent and sour.

What kind of grief and heartbreak it was, it made people turn gray for a moment.

Feeling sad in his heart, Shui Xiao's tears finally rolled out of his eye sockets and rolled down.

With tears in her eyes, she dragged her trembling legs and approached the threshold, stepped over one foot tremblingly, moved the other leg in with difficulty, and then slowly sat down while supporting the threshold.

Lue, King Jing, and Uncle Ya frowned slightly, and after thinking about it for a while, they finally revealed a look of understanding.

Shui Xiao leaned his back against the threshold to support himself, forced himself to swallow his tears, silently took out the piano that had just been put away, put it on his knee, and gently landed on the strings with his blood-stained fingers.

When touching the strings, Shui Xiao's fingers trembled.

Many things in life can sometimes be regarded as gambling, winning or losing can be ignored, and the current situation is just like a gamble, but winning or losing cannot be underestimated, if you win the bet, you will be safe, if you lose , the consequences would be disastrous.

The person in front of her is Shui Nineteen's greatest reliance in this life, and also the source of all his strength. Because of him, his predecessor has hope, and because of him, his predecessor is willing to stay in Shui's family for three years. If she loses, it means losing Shui Nineteen's entire spiritual world.

This is a gamble that can only be won but not lost, and perfection must be won to be complete, but she is not sure of winning, but she has to gamble.

At this moment, not only her fingers trembled, but also her heart.

Looking up, with tears in her eyes, she saw that his white hair was growing crazily, and only during her hesitation, the length of the white hair grew by nearly half an inch.

The white hair hurt her eyes deeply.

But how would she wake him up?
In the blink of an eye, Shui Xiao seemed to have made up her mind, gritted her teeth, and moved her trembling fingers at the same time. After a harmonic, as her fingers moved across the strings, the soft sound of the piano escaped from her fingers.

The sound of the piano is soft, like a trickle flowing in the mountains after the rain, light and natural, and like the sound of rain in a dream, soft and pleasant, and like a ray of morning wind blowing, gently sticking to people's ears across.

Softness is the biggest feature of the piano sound, very light and slow.

King Jing, Uncle Ya, and Lue rested their anxious eyes on Shui Zhen's face, observing his changes.

There is no induction of water shock.

The water whistling with low eyes and narrow eyes, when the strings move, the heart slowly calms down, fingers move back and forth on the thirteen strings, like butterflies dancing and flying, the sound of the piano gradually increases from low to high, and the tone changes from single complex.

As the sound of the piano changed, King Jing, Uncle Ya, and Lu E gradually changed from nervousness to calmness at first, and pictures gradually appeared in their minds.

The first layer of emerald-covered mountains gradually approached, and several human villages appeared at the foot of the mountain. A large river passed around the village, and passed through the connected paddy fields in front of the village to the east.

From a distance, you can "see" three or five plowmen driving their cattle and plowing pears in the field, with calves running on the ridge beside the field. From time to time, there are lowing cows and people shouting; From the blue walls and white tiles in the distance, there are childish sounds of reading aloud, and the occasional low-pitched laughter and fights.

The mirror is pulled far away and then changed again. The fields that were once barren or water-storing are green, and the seedlings are swaying in the wind;

King Jing narrowed his eyes quietly, his face full of longing.

Unknowingly, Shui Zhen's stiff face softened little by little, her black hair stopped turning white, and the strands of hair that soared into the sky were falling gently and slowly one by one.

Like King Jing, the people in the water house were all listening, each and every one of them was bewildered.

And the gentle and free sound of the piano also quietly flew out of the upper room, and spread to all directions, and no one knew it. When the sound of the piano flew into the air, everyone who heard the sound slowed down, or put down. The matter in the hand, the heart moves with the sound.

Because of this, a very strange scene appeared on the street outside the water house: the faces of pedestrians were soft, and the pace of cattle and horses was slow, as if they lingered and refused to move forward.

At the same time, in the corners close to the water house, several people pretended to be ordinary people or parked their cars on the side of the street, watching the water house secretly. When a certain person lowered his eyebrows and raised his eyes, his expression was unpredictable .

At this time, Shui Xiao has also entered a very wonderful realm, as if returning to the small town where he was born, watching the rising sun in the morning, watching the clouds rising in the evening, people and the four seasons reincarnate together.

She sank into her own state of mind, without distracting thoughts, holding back, or worrying. She was aware of the outside world but seemed not aware of it. Her hands moved on the strings. , breaking, supporting, beating, picking, everything is so natural.

Wen Qin, the pictures in everyone's minds changed again.

The rice turns golden in the blink of an eye, busy people everywhere, joyful laughter and the fragrance of rice floating in the air, the figure of the yellow-mouthed child appears and disappears in the field, and occasionally sees three or five people holding hands. Carrying a basket, picking up the fallen ears of rice.

At this moment, Shui shuddered fiercely, his eyes were clear, and when he was awake, his face had aged a lot in an instant. It was originally a face of forty years, but in a blink of an eye, it was already over fifty years old, and his hair was silky. Half withered.

At the moment when he regained his sanity, he saw his grandson sitting on the threshold, his breathing suddenly tightened, Shui Zhen stared blankly at Shui Xiao's fingers, his lips trembled like an electric shock.

Shui Xiao's fingers were originally wounded, but as she kept swiping and pulling back and forth on the string, the wound became deeper, and several of her fingers were wounded to a bloody pulp, and the blood stained ten of her fingers red, even The thirteen strings were all stained with blood.

She herself didn't know it at all, she followed her heart, like a butterfly flying among flowers.

The images in everyone's minds changed again. The ground was golden and disappeared just now, the mountains were snow-white, the trees were full of viburnum, and the human village was covered in snow. A series of footprints were printed on the road leading to the houses. No one was seen, but It feels like there are people everywhere.

For a long time, the snow scene disappeared, and the mountains were full of green in front of my eyes, as if it had just rained, and the green leaves were dripping, and there was the sound of spring water in my ears, and the sound of flowers and trees shaking with the wind.

There is no master in the sound of a piano from the beginning to the end, but the figure of the master is everywhere, and every bit of it is the master's heartfelt words.

(End of this chapter)