Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

The whistling sound of time and space is infinitely elongated, piercing into Song Nian's brain like a sharp thorn, the surrounding scenery began to blur, the red and blue lights of the police lights, the blood on the asphalt, the fallen leaves all over the ground, and Song Zhiyu Pale face...has become Song Nianxin's nightmare, or obsession.

"Ah!!!" Song Nian opened his eyes and punched the ground hard, why! !Why! !How can I just watch Zhiyu die in front of me again.

"Hello, welcome to the novel world of "When the Sunset". Your task this time is to complete the plot of this world and achieve a perfect ending. Please complete the task actively." The familiar and cold voice sounded again.

"Damn!! What are we going to do! Why!! Why is he still dying!! Are you lying to me!! How can you save him? Tell me! Tell me!!!" Song Nian buried his head in the The palm of his hand could only let out a few weak and sad weeping, "Say it..."

"Please continue to work hard and actively complete the task."

Alright... Since there is still a chance, we must seize it, Zhiyu, please wait for me.Song Nian quickly cleaned up his emotions and got up, and found that he was already in an exquisite two-story western-style building. The micro-carved murals and exquisite tapestries under the dim light of the candlestick showed the owner's preference for old-fashioned objects. Is it "When the Sunset"?

"When the Sunset" tells the story of Song Nian, a vampire who owns a bar, and Song Zhiyu, a young opera singer, in search of the truth about his father's death. The story takes place in a small European town called Lunza in the middle of the last century.Similarly, Song Zhiyu did not leave an ending, so what is the ending and what is the perfect ending?You really gave me a problem.

Song Nian, who was sitting on a red beech armchair, had been looking at the headlines on the front page of "News" for nearly a quarter of an hour.

"El! Miss Isa told me on the phone just now that you skipped Latin class again this afternoon! Tell me, did you go out to fool around with those little bastards from the Esposito family again... The voice of Mrs. Rossi on the other side of the street holding a cane to teach little Edmund brought back Song Nian's thoughts again.It has been three days since I came to this time and space. On the first day, I crushed the glass at Mrs. Russo's house because I didn't control my strength; on the second day, I forgot that I was a vampire and opened the curtain at noon, and now there is still sunlight on my left arm The red marks afterwards; on the third day, I began to get used to my sharp facial features as a vampire, but the constant noise in my life still gave Song Nian quite a headache, but Mrs. Penetrates two streets, and the neighbors are used to it.

Song Nian sighed, folded "News" and put it on the mantelpiece together with a stack of old newspapers.Picking up the bowler hat on the hanger in the hallway, putting on a long black wool coat, scarf and gloves, in Europe at the end of October, the night wind gradually brought a little chill.Ghosts are naturally not afraid of the cold, and ghosts who are afraid of the sun can enjoy the growing nights after winter.The sun has not yet set, and the shadows of things are stretched very long.This is Song Nian, the first time he stepped out of the door, walking on the brick road paved in the Middle Ages.

"Mrs. Russo, I'm sorry I broke your glass the night before yesterday. The gin is delicious." Holding a similar wine glass that he found after searching for a long time last night, Song Nian walked into the shadow of the building and took off his hat After saying hello to his kind neighbor, Mrs. Russo hurriedly smiled and said she didn't mind, and quickly accepted the exquisite wine glass.

There are still people coming and going on the square in front of the city hall, and there is a bar called Notte at the second alley to the left of the Neptune Fountain.

Tim, in his tiniest doorman's uniform, was baggy, standing comically in front of the bar.The people coming and going in the bar seemed to be relieved, and they were freed from work for a short time and threw themselves into the embrace of life.As for the unshaven man who just walked in, he may have been intoxicated in the embrace of life.

"Good evening, sir." Tim opened the somewhat heavy wooden-framed glass door, and the bearded man swayed into the bar without looking back.A gust of westerly wind poured into the cuffs, and the boy shivered.The door was pushed open at this moment, and Tim sneezed directly on the hem of the black clothes of the visitor.

"I'm sorry, sir!" Tim lowered his head, trying to wipe it with his sleeve in a panic, and because it was work clothes, he stood there at a loss for a while.

"Cosimo!" came a young voice above his head, but clearly with a bit of hard anger.Tim's head dropped a little more.

"Sir! You're here..." The young man with blond hair hurried out from the counter. Before the greeting was over, he was interrupted by a look from Song Nian.

"Explain." Song Nian looked at Tim, and the voice from the beautiful Adam's apple was undeniably indifferent.

"Song, his name is Tim. I've seen his ID card and he's over 14 years old. Although he doesn't look tall. Oh, by the way, his family lives on Lake Street, and Ferrari who runs the iron shop is his father. Come to the bar to work as a three-month part-time job, and use the wages to buy a pair of waist protectors for my father before Christmas." Cosimo paused almost imperceptibly, "I was going to tell you when I decided yesterday, but You didn't come to the bar at night, you didn't come for three whole days! I couldn't see you during the day..." The words were interrupted by the door being pushed open again, and a black-haired man approached the hall, wearing the same clothes A black wool trench coat, with a circle of small silver honeysuckle embroidered on the cuffs.

"Good evening, sir!" Tim hurriedly pulled the armrest, bent down to say hello, the wind blew in again, and Cosimo gritted his bad teeth.

"Is it cold?" Song Nian turned his back to the door and looked at Cosimo with a half-smile. "I remembered that there happened to be a small cloak in the cloakroom, and it would fit little Ferrari..." Cosimo touched his nose and walked away calmly, not forgetting to hand a handkerchief to Tim.

"I'm really sorry sir, I'll help you wipe your soiled clothes, or if you don't mind, I can help you send your clothes to the laundry."

"Little guy, the doorman can't talk to the floor." Hearing this, Tim raised his head timidly, and looked up at the boss that others were talking about. He had a pair of light brown eyes and short chestnut hair that was curly and black. His skin was as pale as paper against his woolen overcoat, and a silver honeysuckle brooch pinned to his left breast. "My name is Song Nian, and I'm the owner of this bar. Welcome." After speaking, he rubbed Tim's head, walked around the counter and went to the attic.At this moment, Cosimo just came out of the cloakroom, took a checkered cloak, and put it on Tim, "Sure enough!" He patted the boy's shoulder with a smile, turned and walked into the infield to get busy.

The vampire boss of Notte likes to sit in the small attic on the second floor, watching the guests in the booths and orchestra pit downstairs through the window, keeping a distance, just like watching a free stage play in a theater box.Song Nian suddenly understood why a vampire wants to open a bar in this busy city from the first second he drank Hongle wine. Although there are many people and noisy here, maybe on which night these noisy humans It will become the freshest reserve grain.And wine, for vampires, is tea or coffee, or a good but poor substitute for blood.

Holding a glass of wine, the off-court chatters in well-dressed clothes, enjoys unkempt indulgence, some people seem to be lonely, while some people call for friends and companions.Song Nian looked at the strange faces in front of him and listened to the strange tone of voice. Images of his past life began to appear in his mind, and he found again helplessly that there was Song Zhiyu's shadow in every frame, and the red and blue lights of the police lights began to envelope him again. line of sight.The musician sitting in front of the piano pressed the last key of "Moonlight", and the out-of-tune notes brought back Song Nian's wandering thoughts just now.He drank the wine in his glass and walked down the stairs.

"Cosimo..." Song Nian waved his hand to the counter, "How long has it been since you tuned the piano?"

"Oh my god, yesterday! Mr. Bianchi just passed the school yesterday, why is it out of tune again? Song, your ears really can't tolerate any wrong note, but it's obvious that the guests are very tolerant, we are so lucky There is such a group of guests who sympathize with Darley, don't they?"

"Mr. Bianchi, please come again tomorrow. The wine is mine."

"The money Mr. Bianchi drank is enough to buy a Steinway, you really don't think about changing that damn piano?" Song Nian looked at him without raising his eyebrows, "Tomorrow Bianchi Sir will drink his favorite brandy." Cosimo rolled his eyes helplessly in his heart, feeling more and more that the piano in the corner was an eyesore.

"Sorry gentlemen, if you don't mind, I can tune this piano, if there are tools, I can do it now." A gentle voice came from behind across the noisy environment.

Song Nian raised the corner of his mouth almost invisibly, and turned his head to look at the person who came. He had black hair and amber eyes. He once wandered in the middle of the night and dreamed back. Now he exists in the depths of his thoughts, and the face he has seen thousands of times is close at hand. , the person in front of him was smiling politely, his cheeks were slightly red after drinking.He knew that at this time, at this bar, after this note, they would meet, just like what was written in the novel, which had been repeated thousands of times in silence.This time, he was a human being without rebirth, heartless and heartless, but he felt empty in his chest, so sore that he couldn't say that well-known line.The eye sockets were not slightly red, and tears calmly blurred his vision.

Song Zhiyu looked at the man who turned his head, his four eyes met, and he felt that everything was silent for a moment, complex and sharp, and finally covered with a layer of wet mist, like a small animal looking at its master who was late and wronged, with no reason in his heart Got scratched a bit.Then he explained, "I also have a similar piano at home. The piano is old, and some wooden components will be deformed by changes in the humidity of the environment, and sometimes it has to be tuned many times a day." Song Nian just looked at him, Hard to say.

"Excuse me—sir?" Cosimo asked sharply with a questioning social tone. "My surname is Song, Song Zhiyu, my name." Cosimo glanced at Song Nian in surprise, and the latter only left him with a silent back of his head. "I don't know how many times this piano will go out of tune in a week. Mr. Bianchi directly put the tools in the side drawer. Mr. Song, let's go there together." He walked out of the counter and led Song Zhiyu to tune the piano.

Song Nian leaned against the counter and watched Song Zhiyu fiddling with the tuner in front of the piano. The record player had just changed to a jazz song, and the saxophone's scale was smashed into the sound of clinking glasses around him. It was real and psychedelic.I don't know how many times the fingers turned around the mouth of the cup, and the sound of the piano returned to the right track.Song Nian poured a glass of wine, walked over, and handed it to Song Zhiyu. The latter took the glass, raised his head with a smile, touched the former's empty glass, and took a sip calmly.

"Tuscany!" [Tuscany is a red wine producing area in Italy, and it is also the name of a kind of red wine]

"Tuscany."

The two spoke in unison.

——Moonriver, widerthanamile——["moonriver" lyrics clip]

"Maybe I should thank this piano for allowing me to drink my favorite wine."

——I'm crossing youinstylesomeday——

"Very glad that you liked.

Let me introduce myself, the owner of Notte, surnamed Song, Song Nian, it is an honor to meet you tonight. "

[I think of you again tonight]

Song Zhiyu looked at him and took another sip of wine.

——Oh, dreammaker, your heartbreaker——

"The honeysuckle on the cuffs is nice."

[Zhiyu, I seem to really miss you]

——Wherever you'regoin', I'mgoin' your way——

"Silver honeysuckle brooches are rare."

[Brother, I'm here]