Survivor 01 [Unlimited]

Ye Fei pushed open the door of the piano room.

The door was made of solid wood, and it was very heavy to push. The door leaf opened slowly, and there was a dull and long sound.

The piano room is on the third floor of Rose Manor. The house is too big. Ye Fei and Jian Lingxi found this place when they found the third floor from the first floor.

The door of the piano room was pushed open, slowly revealing the whole room.

Facing the door is a black piano, which is parked on a circular platform in the center of the room.

The decoration style of this room is a bit different from other rooms. There are floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides. Except for the gray rainy day outside the window and the dark red roses, as well as the pure black piano inside, everything else here, from the ground to the wall It's all pure white.

After Ye Fei and Jian Lingxi entered here, the door of the piano room behind them slowly closed.

The sound of rain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and the coldness seep in from the outside of the glass, which just matches the cold white in the piano room, and the whole room has a cold and lonely atmosphere.

Ye Fei closed her eyes and listened to the sound of rain for a while, then took a long breath and looked around.

This piano room is very large and empty, and there is no place to hide things at a glance. It seems that he needs to do something to reveal a corner of the secret hidden here.

Ye Fei lowered her hands, and tapped her fingers thoughtfully.

That should be related to music, is it the piano?

The butler's reminder mentioned "playing the piano". There is nothing special in this piano room except for the piano.

Thinking of this, Ye Fei raised her eyebrows slightly, and walked directly to the grand piano.

Jian Lingxi knew what he was going to do.

He didn't say anything, just leaned against the wall, stood at an angle just enough to see Ye Fei, and watched his movements quietly.

Ye Fei walked to the piano, he lifted the cover of the piano, and sat on the piano bench naturally.

He raised his hand and tried a few sounds casually, lowered his eyes slightly, murmured thoughtfully:

"Which song is your favorite?"

Ye Fei's slender and well-knit hands landed on the keys, and then pressed down hard, filling the quiet piano room with a piano accent.

"Is it this one?"

After a short pause, the syllables danced between his fingers. It was clearly a bright rhythm, but the atmosphere depicted was miserable and tragic.

Yuna hates war, she likes red, but that does not include the color of blood in war and killing, she likes everything with beauty, and ruthless artillery fire will only destroy beauty.

This piece is about war.

In fact, Yuna didn't like these heavy things before, and she appreciated some soothing and gentle tunes more. But later, City A fell, and in order to protect her rose, Yuna had to stand up and undertake some things that others dared not or could not do.

She witnessed countless deaths, witnessed war and despair, witnessed bloodshed and sacrifice, and later, she fell in love with the despair and desolation conveyed by this song.

Croatian Rhapsody.

No one can save war-torn Croatia, just as no one can save the devastated world.

But Yuna didn't believe it, she used her best efforts to protect her roses in troubled times.

The sound of the piano mixed with the sound of rain made it even more heavy.

Ye Fei closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his hands were covered with a faint phantom.

The phantom belonged to the other hand, but that hand did not belong to Ye Fei. Her fingers were slender and well-proportioned, and the fingertips were still painted with dark red nail polish.

The two hands overlapped and moved in exactly the same way, jumping on the black and white keys of the piano, notes flowing from the fingertips of the two of them, and the sound of the piano from different times and different spaces also overlapped.

When the song was over and the last sound slowly disappeared, Ye Fei raised her head slightly, looked at the pure white ceiling above her head, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he stood up from Yuna's piano, and when he turned around, he met Jian Lingxi's gaze not far away.

Jian Lingxi leaned against the wall and looked at him like that, seemingly in a daze.

Ye Fei snapped her fingers:

"What's wrong?"

Jian Lingxi was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled at him with curved lips, but that smile seemed to carry something else.

He said:

"Listen to you playing the piano."

"Ha, didn't expect that I could play the piano, didn't you?"

Ye Fei gave him a thumbs up, and changed back to his usual carefree appearance, completely without the solemn and sad feeling when he was playing the piano just now.

Seeing him like this, Jian Lingxi seemed to let go of something for a moment.

The smile on the corners of his lips gradually deepened, and now it became Ye Fei's familiar feeling.

He said:

"It plays well."

"Amateur, just throwing bricks to attract jade."

Ye Fei shrugged, and went to stand beside him, leaning not only against the wall, but also against Jian Lingxi as if she had no bones.

He crossed his arms and looked at the grand piano over there.

In front of the piano, the song ended, and Yuna was no longer a phantom.

She was wearing a dark red mermaid skirt with the hem spread out like petals, which was particularly conspicuous on the white ground.

Outside the window, the rain stopped, but the sky was still gray, gloomy and depressing.

Ye Fei sighed and said in a low voice:

"That one is the real artist."

…

After the song ended, Yuna sat in front of the piano for a long time.

She crossed the piano and looked at the gray sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows opposite, feeling a little lost in thought.

Until there was a clap of applause behind him.

Yuna froze for a moment, then looked back, and saw Lin Huai standing behind her at some point.

"It sounds good, what's the name of this song?"

Lin Huai put the red wine glass in his hand on the piano, seeing his movements, Yuna glanced at him coldly, and threatened:

"If you spill red wine on my violin, I'll make it pay for your life."

"Oh hello."

These words scared Lin Huai to quickly pick up the red wine glass:

"You will be threatened with death even if I bring you a glass of wine, my eldest lady, let me hold it for you, can I hold it for you?"

Yuna was satisfied with this.

She closed the piano cover, stood up, and reached out to take the red wine glass in Lin Huai's hand.

Holding the wine glass, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and stopped, then shook the glass in her hand, took a sip, and then answered Lin Huai's question just now:

"Croatian Rhapsody."

"That sounds awesome, what are you writing?"

"you guess?"

"hiss…"

Lin Huai tried hard to recall the song just now, and said firmly:

"love."

"whispering sound."

It was Yuna who answered him with a disdainful sneer.

She commented:

"A guy who only has data in his head doesn't understand art."

"Then you tell me what this song is about?"

"war."

Hearing this word, Lin Huai was silent for a moment, then nodded:

"That's really fitting."

After a pause, he said again:

"Last time you helped the K country's armed forces to deal with members of the supernatural rebel army hiding in city A. The situation is a bit dangerous now. Uncle Housekeeper received a letter this morning from the supernatural rebel army. They said you You are clearly a person with supernatural powers, but you do things for the militants, they say you are a traitor, and the whole story is a threat."

This should have been a very serious matter, but Yuna didn't care at all after hearing it.

she asked:

"I'm afraid of them?"

Lin Huai shrugged and did not answer.

He watched the sky outside the window with Yuna for a while, and after a moment of silence, Yuna suddenly said:

"...Hey, I was wondering, is there any way to change the status quo?"

Although Yuna didn't name them, Lin Shuo knew she was referring to the seemingly never-ending war between ordinary humans and supernatural rebels.

Lin Huai raised his eyebrows, a little surprised:

"You want to help the armed men deal with the supernatural rebels?"

Yuna waved her fingers.

"You want to join the supernatural rebel army and help them rule the world?"

"..." Yuna pursed her lips, seemingly speechless.

she says:

"I don't help anyone, I want to build a third-party organization."

Lin Huai was dumbfounded:

"Three-party melee?"

"No fight."

Yuna drank the red wine in the glass:

"As long as this third party is small enough but strong enough, it can check and balance the other two parties other than oppressors, and force peace by force, can't it?"

Lin Huai didn't agree with her thoughts, and his expression became more serious:

"But Yuna, you are treating the symptoms but not the root cause. The conflict between ordinary humans and supernatural beings cannot be eliminated, and the enforced peace is only temporary. If someone breaks this balance one day, the backlash will only become more violent!"

"But can you think of a better way?"

Yuna glanced at him and hit the nail on the head:

"You and I both know that as long as supernatural powers exist, we aliens exist, and human greed exists, there will be no real peace in this world. Oppression and enslavement are the nature of human beings, unless one side can completely suppress the other, Only in exchange for peace, but that kind of peace is also false, because it is destined to trample on the human rights of the loser."

Yuna handed the empty wine glass to Lin Huai:

"This world is broken, I can't see its future, I can't see bright hope. So, compulsion is compulsion, short-term is short-lived, as for whether it will backfire... As long as I live for a day, I will not allow it to appear. Hmm , Rough calculations, I try to live to be a hundred years old, there are still a full sixty-seven years, sixty-seven years, a whole generation."

Yuna curled her red lips and smiled softly.

She waved at Lin Huai, then brushed her long hair habitually, turned and walked towards the door of the piano room.

Lin Huai stood where he was, and he tightly squeezed the red wine glass in his hand:

"Yuna! This is the change of the times, and this is the trajectory determined by history! It is impossible for anyone to control the war by himself!"

Hearing this, Yuna paused slightly.

She looked back at Lin Huai, then raised her index finger and made a silent gesture:

"You missed half a sentence."

Then, she bent her eyes, raised her red lips, and slightly raised her eyebrows at Lin Huai. She was so confident that she was a little flamboyant, like a solitary but still beautiful red rose.

she says:

"Unless, that person's name is Yuna."