Interstellar Legend: King of Giants

The white clouds in the sky smeared on the blue canvas, and the sun fell from the top of his head, like a holy light, covering him and the piano in front of him.

The illusion generated by the holographic projection is immersive. The clean and slender fingers lightly land on the black body of the piano like a goose feather, and the fingertips swipe across, leaving a touch of body temperature. Every subtle movement is the most beautiful classical dance.

Slightly exerting force with his fingers, the skin on the distinct bones and joints was glowing white. Li Junnian lifted the cover of the piano, and the black and white keyboards lay quietly in front of him like graves of dormant souls.

Elegantly seated, the slender ten fingers rest lightly on the black and white keys, the jade-bone-carved fingers seem to be born for the piano, lightly press the keys with the fingertips, the moment the first sound of the piano sounds, the listener feels like being electrocuted Goosebumps all over my body.

It doesn't require too much skill, Li Junnian doesn't have professional-level skills like Lin Yawen's pianist. This is a piano piece for his mother who has never met, and it doesn't just belong to his mother.

Every piano sound plays the invisible sound of the soul, which is the mother, the father, the family, and the symphony of fate deeply rooted in the soul.

Completely forgetting myself, the quiet audience all around, the spectators with their own thoughts, gradually became blurred and became an irrelevant background.

The light hit him, half of it was bright, half of it was shadow, and invisible wings spread behind him, ready to fly away and disappear at any time.

On the TV screen broadcast in real time, this scene destined to become a classic was spread to all parts of the planet.

His serious and forbearing expression when he played the piano sideways, and the soul-touching sound of the piano when his slender fingers fell down, his demeanor and talent, like the cool spring water suddenly emerging from the long-drought and cracked earth, gave the most direct cut to the depths of the soul. The shock.

For those who have numb their souls and dead hearts, it is the spring of life, the dawn of redemption, and the moment Feng Qiyun pays attention to.

In the most luxurious hotel in the center of the bustling city, the cleaners in charge of cleaning the suites stood with their heads down and did not dare to move. They were told to clean the rooms by hand before they came. The special habits of ordinary people.

She has cleaned this specially reserved suite many times that she has never seen the owner, and she strictly abides by the policy of not looking at any item in the room. She swears that she just wants to watch the live broadcast of the game today.

Almost no one would come to this room, but today, when she was sweeping the floor and turned on the TV to watch the live broadcast of the game, the owner of the room appeared without warning.

Feng Qiyun just stood there, motionless, watching the variety show selection program that he could never watch, through the TV screen, his eyes fell on the man he had just met yesterday.

His steady steps and footprints on the ground have been messed up since yesterday when he happened to meet the man named Li Junnian. It was the first time he carried a strange man to the bed in his room. Why?

In order to find the reason for his abnormality, he went back to this room that he rarely stayed in, but unexpectedly saw the man on TV who was still sleeping like a pig this morning.

Li Junnian, who was devoted to playing the piano on TV, was completely different from the dazed and terrified big cat he saw yesterday.

Signaling the trembling cleaner to leave, Feng Qiyun chose the latter between turning around and leaving or staying and sitting down. He sat on the sofa in front of the TV with his legs crossed, watching quietly, quietly listening.

It seems to be looking at Li Junnian, and it seems to be looking at the most important person who has left him.