Nightmare’s Call

At a crossroad, crossing the zebra crossing, a few sparrows flew from the wires overhead Lin Sheng's head.

The howl's call was crisp and sweet.

Lin Sheng felt the heat in his heart felt better.

He stood under the wire and looked up at the little sparrow looking up.

It was just that he looked up, and the sparrows on the wires were like an electric shock.

It felt like someone was giving them a bit with a stick.

"Too exaggerated ..." Lin Sheng reluctantly, bowed his head, and just walked on the deserted street, blowing the cold wind, can make him feel better.

It was getting darker and darker.

Lin Sheng walked a few kilometers, feeling a little better, and his body seemed calmer. This is the mood to care about where you are.

Just then, a slender string of sounds came from the right not far away.

The soft, rhythmic and crisp music makes Lin Sheng's heart feel like flowing through a clear spring, and the volcanic state that might have erupted at any time is quickly controlled.

He moved his heart and walked quickly in the direction of the sound of music.

Soon by a cake shop, I found the source of the sound of music-a simple piano shop called the sound bar.

The shop is small, occupying only two widths of an ordinary shop. The position of the upper plaque was painted black, and four large characters were hanged with white woodcuts: the sound of cymbals.

The entrance is a transparent glass door with a leaflet on it: long-term enrollment, 20% off tuition at the end of the year.

A display board was placed outside the door, with the words: Garner Piano, Hyde Piano, Visman Violin, Kahn Harp, etc. We have everything authentic.

Lin Sheng walked to the glass door and looked through the glass.

A few children, aged seven or eight, and children up to twelve or three, are carefully performing their music under the guidance of a girl with white hair and short hair.

On the other side of the shop, various ukuleles, flutes and harps of various sizes and colors are hung.

There is also a black medium-sized piano in the corner. Two couples who look like customers are standing in front of the piano and chatting quietly.

From time to time, there are awkward and crisp sounds in the shop, but it is this slightly awkward sound that makes Lin Sheng calm down involuntarily.

"Music?"

He was silent, standing in front of the shop door and watching the little guys playing the piano inside.

Despite his current age, he is actually eighteen or nine. Not much older than these children.

It's just his physical shape that originally made him much stronger because of recent exercises. Now in the half-dragon state, it is one size bigger than before.

At this time, Lin Sheng, standing in front of Qinxing's door, was nearly two meters tall, with strong muscles like rocks, plus the subtle dragon power of the semi-long dragon.

Just standing still can make pedestrians passing by retreat.

Lin Sheng didn't care how much pressure he would put on others.

After standing for a while, he finally reached out and pushed the door into the piano shop.

The woman in charge of teaching the piano looked at him, and was a little shocked by his exaggerated strong body. But after a few more glances, she continued teaching a few children to practice.

A female clerk wearing a dark green apron approached, politely raised her head and smiled at Lin Sheng.

"Can I help you? Do you want to watch a ukulele, a ukulele, or a violin or harp?"

"I'll take a look." Lin Sheng can feel his half-dragonization can relax under the influence of music.

But not enough!

He needed more, clearer and quieter music.

He walked past a string of ukulele hanging on the wall, and swiped his fingers across it.

Of the many memory fragments that have been absorbed, all the parts about music have been screened out.

Soon he walked to a pale gold harp with only adult forearms.

Seeing this, the clerk on the side quickly came forward and ended.

"This is the Saar harp. It is different from most harps. The saar harp is very small. Although the sound is not as melodious as the large harp, it has a clearer rhythm.

"Really?" Lin Sheng reached out and took the light golden harp off. He remembered in his mind the blood blue harp production method he had seen in a dream in Snowwind Castle before.

This Saar harp only needs a little modification, and it seems that it can be transformed into the blood blue harp in the record.

Both sizes are very similar in appearance.

Lin Sheng reached out his hand and closed his eyes.

The small exquisite harp contrasts sharply with his huge body.

Flick your fingertips.

Ding....

A crisp and pleasant sound of the piano suddenly floated in the piano row.

Among the memories Lin Sheng absorbed, there was a heavy armored soldier who liked the harp the most. Even if the war mission is heavy, he will spare time and play a song for himself every day.

The soldier came from the ancient kingdom of Mytor, where there used to be countless lush forests, the most delicious fruits, and lush green vegetation.

Unfortunately, in the soldier's memory, the Mito Kingdom has long been sunk in the long river of history, buried in the sand and disappeared.

Lin Sheng closed his eyes and carefully recalled that the ancient ballad from the soldier's memory, accompanied by his rusty fingering, slowly washed away in the piano.

With the spread of the ancient and peaceful music, Lin Sheng's spirit and body gradually returned to normal under the influence of this tranquility.

The high temperature and blazing heat in his body seemed to be being poured by the incomparably cold spring water, and his body was cool and comfortable.

This comfort almost made him feel that Lin Sheng was forgetting that he was playing the piano, not resting.

After finishing a piece of music, Lin Sheng loosened the strings.

"I want this harp." He handed Saar's harp to the staid clerk aside.

"OK ... OK!"

The clerk replied quickly and replied quickly.

He has never heard that song just now. That ancient sadness, quiet and distant style made him feel calm down when he listened from close range.

When he looked back, he remembered that the harp had just played a strong man with a head higher than him. Obviously that soft piano sound ...

In another corner of the store, the boys and girls who are practicing the piano, as well as the teacher who is instructing the piano, are looking at Lin Sheng with surprise.

Not because he played so well, but because this song has never been heard, and Lin Sheng is two meters tall, strong like a bear, holding a small and delicate light gold harp.

The contrast of this picture is really strong.

The young couple on the other side looked at Lin Sheng with admiration, and their temperament was like a professional who specialized in eating music.

These days, there are too few people who can play Saar's harp so fluently and can substitute for his feelings. Not to mention Lin Sheng is so young.

After paying the money, Lin Sheng refused the couple's active communication and left the piano shop directly.

After playing a song, he felt that the half-long dragon on his body was slowly receding, and his previously swollen body was slowly shrinking and recovering.

He intends to go back and transform the harp to make a blood-blue harp that can exercise his own power.