phantom nightingale

Ke gently pushed the boy, "Go and put on your clothes."

Seeing the young man limping for two steps, he couldn't stand it anymore, "Stand still!" Eric went to get the gauze and wrapped the wound so that the medicine wouldn't get on his clothes, and then Handed the boy the clothes hanging in the crook of his arm.Seeing that the boy was wearing empty clothes, and his lower body was still wearing the original dirty trousers.He found another belt and pants and handed them to the boy: "Change them quickly!"

Turning his back, waited for the young man to put on his clothes, then turned to look at the young man after tugging at his clothes and asked, "Did you take any medicine for the sprain on your foot?"

The boy nodded hesitantly.

"Did you rub out the ointment?"

The young man shook his head.

Eric carried the boy to the chair, knelt down on one knee, and looked at the trousers dragged to the ground. He couldn't stand it anymore. After rolling up the pants on both legs, he put the boy's injured foot on own knees.The boy's ankle was already swollen.Eric grabbed the boy's calf with one hand to prevent him from struggling later, dipped some ointment in the other hand, raised his head and said, "It will hurt a little, bear with it."

Before the boy could react, he applied the ointment to the wound and vigorously rubbed the medicine away.The boy shrank his legs desperately in pain, but Eric's big hands clamped down on his calf, so he couldn't retract it.He kept hammering Eric's shoulders with his hands.Eric didn't care either, the boy's strength didn't hurt him very much.After rubbing the medicine away, Eric let go of his hand.The boy immediately retracted his legs, his eyes were watery from the pain, and the curly hair on his head was listless, looking very pitiful.The boy glared at Eric viciously, but those watery eyes were not intimidating at all, instead they seemed to be flirting.Eric thought it was funny, and said, "Hey, I haven't finished the medicine yet!"

What!Not done yet?The boy's eyes widened, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees, and he looked like he was not stretching his legs.

Eric reached out and rubbed the boy's hair in a funny way, well, he guessed right, it was really soft: "I'm just kidding, it's ready."

The teenager pulled Eric's hands off his head angrily, glared at him, and stomped on him.Don't touch your hands!

The man turned back and sat down at the table, and began to write again.

[-]. Teaching

After sulking for a while on the chair, the boy came over curiously, wanting to see what Eric was doing.After Eric finished writing the letter, he turned around and saw the boy looking at the letter in his hand curiously, and asked, "Do you know how to read?"

The young man shook his head.

"How about I teach you how to read?"

The boy nodded.

So Eric moved a chair and the boy sat down beside him.The two then taught one and learned the other.It wasn't until the boy's stomach grumbled that the two of them stopped to eat.

After eating, the two returned to the table.The teenager reached for a page of music, and turned to look at Eric.Eric said, "This is a new piece I wrote, do you want to listen to it?"

The boy nodded.

So the two went to the piano and sat down, and Eric played and sang.The young man watched Eric's slender hands jumping on the piano seriously, and when he opened his mouth, beautiful notes passed from his mouth to his ears.It still sounds so good!

The boy closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sounds of nature in his ears.Suddenly, with a bang, an extremely discordant sound came from the piano, and the music stopped.The boy opened his eyes and saw that Eric's head hit the keys, and he was so tired that he fell asleep.How long has it been without a good rest to fall asleep while playing the piano and singing?Could it be because I spent too much energy playing seriously, and finally couldn't hold on and fell tired?The boy thought to himself.He stretched out his hand, and it took a lot of effort to move Eric's head to his lap. After adjusting Eric to a relatively comfortable position, he looked down at Eric.Seeing his heavy dark circles under his eyes and his tired face, he sighed.Putting his hands on the keys, relying on the keys he pressed and the sounds he heard when Eric played the piano in his memory, as well as his strong memory, he played the interrupted dream when he and Eric first met, and finally He made up the ending piece, playing his magic while playing.After playing the whole piece, the boy lowered his head and kissed Eric on the forehead, wishing you a sweet dream.I don't know if he can successfully send people into dreams without using his singing as a medium to cast mana.Seeing Eric curl the corners of his mouth in the dream, the boy also smiled, um, it looks like he succeeded.

Then the young man began to study the song score written by Eric, after reading it for a while, he gave up again, alas, he couldn't understand it.When Eric wakes up, let him teach me!The boy lowered his head to examine the mask on Eric's face carefully. He reached out to touch it, and it was quite smooth. The white mask gave Eric a mysterious feeling.Well, I'm so curious what's down there!But forget it, it's so disrespectful.

After a while, Eric woke up again.As soon as I got up, I immediately rushed to the desk and started writing.The young man looked at the back of the man helplessly, and he came again. He must have had a good dream, and his inspiration exploded again.He wanted to get up and follow, but found that his legs were numb from the pillow, so he had to rub his legs with his hands.

Soon, Eric finished writing. He rushed over, picked up the boy and turned around twice, "I'm dreaming again! This dream has brought me inspiration again, and I have written another song. Nightingale, you It's really my muse, just like my little bird." Speaking of the little bird, Eric felt a little lost again, and he put the boy down.

The young man couldn't bear to see him immersed in sadness, but he felt that even if he told him that he was the nightingale Eric, he probably wouldn't believe it.So he pulled Eric to sit by the piano, pointed to the music score, and motioned him to teach him to read the score.

Eric went to the table and took out a few new staves, picked up the pen and wrote the scale on it, put the cap on the pen, and saw the boy sitting by the piano looking at him expectantly, so he went back to the piano with the score sit down.Point to the symbols on the staff to teach the teenagers the sound and beat that each symbol represents.

"In this position, it's a dou..." Eric sang and tapped the time, and stopped after four beats, "If you see the symbol in this position is round, then it's four beats. If This piece is divided into four beats, so the dou already occupies one measure... Do you understand?"

The young man nodded.

"So," Eric sang a note, and handed the boy a pen and a piece of paper, "how do I write down this note?"

The teenager picked up a pen to write, Eric looked at it, and nodded in relief.Then, Eric took the pen, wrote something, and then showed the teenager, asking him: "What is this melody like?"

The boy opened his mouth and wanted to sing, but Eric blocked his mouth with his hand and said, "Sorry, I forgot that your voice is still not good. I will teach you later!"

But I want to learn now, the boy frowned, pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on the keys, hey, there it is.So he reached out and pressed a key on the piano, which was the first note of the melody that Eric wrote, dou.Then, he pressed the sound seven keys away, is that also dou?He pressed all the dou on the piano, huh?Which one is it?He turned to look at Eric, waiting for an explanation.

Eric also realized that the boy's voice is not good, but he still has a piano! "Okay, then I'll teach you the piano first! The dou on the score is this one. So you were right at the beginning," Eric pressed the middle dou on the piano, "If it's this," Eric pressed the octave higher dou, then took the score and wrote something, and then pointed it out to the young man, "Then it looks like this on the score."

The boy nodded, expressing his understanding.

Playing the piano with both hands, I pressed the seven notes from dou to ti, and the fourteen octaves higher and lower. After memorizing the sounds made by the keys, I looked at the score for a while, and then Fluently playing the melody that Eric just wrote.

Eric was also very excited to meet a good student, and the two continued to teach with great interest until the evening.Then, after Eric gave some exercises to the boy, he said that he had something to do and left the room.After a while, the teenager heard Eric's voice teaching Christine again.Eric's voice sounds a little absent-minded, but even if he is absent-minded, his superb level can benefit Christine a lot.The young man thought proudly that Christine was indeed inferior to him.

The days passed.Every day, Eric was teaching the teenagers or Christine, and he didn't have any more inspirational dreams, but he was able to sleep reasonably well.When I can't fall asleep, I go to the boy's room to see his peaceful sleeping face, touch his hair, and see him avoiding itchiness, and I feel much better.All the wounds on the boy's body are also healed, but his throat is still a bit weak.

Eric looked at the boy who was jumping up and down happily after he announced that the boy's injuries were all healed, and smiled and said, "Shouldn't you go home? Where do you live? I'll take you back?"

Hearing what he said, the boy grabbed his sleeve and refused to let go, shaking his head desperately.

"You don't want to go home."

The young man shook his head.

"Stop making trouble, you are still young, you shouldn't live in this dark underground, without seeing the sun every day."

The boy glared at him, don't you live here too.

Although he didn't know what the young man was thinking, he could guess, "I have a reason for this," he touched his mask as he spoke.

Do you want to take it off?is to pick