Chapter 148: Memories of the Seven Bright Moons in the Sky and the Sea
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons are constantly alternating.
The wind of October blew into the classroom of the Department of Literature in the afternoon. On the neat desks in the classroom, the books were turned by the wind
Tianhai Qimingyue's hair was lifted and turned with her hands spread across the desk. She closed her eyes and breathed evenly.
The sound of glass wind chimes flowing from the window makes the memory of distant Mohu seem to emerge in a dream
[In A flat minor, play the black keys first, then add some octave variations, speed up the variations!]
The chords interspersed among the ripples, and the sad notes flowed out, but then stopped abruptly.
[July, you made a mistake again.]
Bertha Hekeya's slender hands held her forehead in disappointment. She glanced at her five-year-old daughter sitting in front of the piano and criticized:
[Don’t play this original song by Powell so timidly. You have to understand that even though he was suffering from tuberculosis and suffering mental torture at the time, deep down in his heart, he still longed for something. He
He was discriminated against, so he longed for recognition. He was forced to a mental hospital for electroshock treatment, so he longed for justice. Driven by all these reasons, he created such a song full of passionate singing!]
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The seven bright moons in the sky stared at the piano under the moonlight, with their little hands on the cold bone-colored keys, silent for a long time.
Bertha Hekeya knew that her second daughter didn't like to talk very much, so she lowered her voice, held her arms, waved to her and said: [Forget it, let Liuli come up, and you will go down in July.]
Tianhai Qimingyue walked down the piano stage in silence.
[Recall your mistakes, think about them, and then improve them.]
Along with her mother's voice came a little girl who was exactly the same age, appearance, and even clothes.
Tianhai Jiuliuli glanced at her silent sister and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by her urging mother.
[Liu Li, go up and get ready to start, Cleopatra’s Dream, starting from the movement that you just missed in July.]
Bertha Hekeya stood back and reminded her second daughter beside her, [Remember to see how your sister plays in July, summarize and review, and you will make progress.]
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Soon, Tianhai Jiuliuli sat on the high piano bench under the watchful eyes of her mother and sister.
She put her little hands on the keys and closed her eyes. Within a moment, the feeling that came to her heart made her slide the white keys. The music overflowed. She struck out the chords with her left hand, playing the piano in the layered rhythm.
A lively melody.
Bertha Hekeya pinched her chin, closed her eyes, listened carefully with her ears, and nodded continuously, [Keep the rhythm, yes. Yes. Yes, very good, the drum beat has a sense of crisis.]
The sound of the piano gradually became better, and Tianhai Qimingyue continued to watch her sister's smooth movements on the stage.
The mother’s narrating voice also followed the music.
[Born in 1924, Powell was beaten by the police because of racial discrimination, was sent to a mental hospital for electroshock treatment, and was imprisoned for half his life by mental torture and tuberculosis. And he was a musician who received classical piano training from the age of seven. Imagine him.
The time he spent in a mental hospital, imagine the repression he felt imprisoned in his mind and body! Imagine his ambition to run and break free! Imagine his desire to devote everything to speed and freedom
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[Imagine a blue sports car, speeding on an endless highway, letting go of all speed, trying its best to rush towards the distant skyline with no end in sight]
Bertha Heikeya became increasingly satisfied and devoted her energy to her daughter's performance.
[Very good, it seems that we have found the rhythm, continue! Use all your strength to accelerate!]
In line with her mother's fierce words, Tianhai Jiuliuli played faster and faster on the piano, becoming more and more passionate. Just one clip made her sweat on her forehead from nervousness, but the musical notes bursting out from the keys made her
It's exciting and exciting.
It’s hard to imagine that a five-year-old girl could play this piece.
But Tianhai Jiuliuli not only did it, but also received praise from her mother, who is already highly praised in the piano industry.
After it was over, Bertha Hekeya smiled and said to her:
[Although there are many wrong syllables in the middle, the overall rhythm has been maintained. The pronunciation is good and can be practiced, but the rhythm is the most difficult.]
[You will lose your rhythm in July, remember to learn more from your sister.]
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[Here, Liuli, do it again, try to make as few mistakes as possible this time.]
This night practice seemed to last until 11 o'clock in the night.
Tianhai Qimingyue also stood below and listened to her sister's performance until 11 o'clock.
The mother's face became blurred as she stood silently. She said she wanted to cook dinner for the two of them and let her sister continue practicing.
After she left, her sister stopped the piano and looked at herself who had been standing silently listening.
My sister's expression seems very complicated at this time, I don't know how to describe it.
The image of my sister that my mother praised seemed to reappear before my eyes.
The seven bright moons in the sky lowered their heads.
[Sister, I want to go out for a walk.]
[Want to go out again in July?]
[Hmm.]
[Okay then, I will tell mom that you have to go to the bathroom and it will take a long time.]
[Thank you sister.]
[You should also remember to come back early, mom is preparing dinner for us]
[Hmm.]
Tianhai Qimingyue walked out of the room, avoiding the kitchen. When she went out, she pushed the door back. She raised her head and looked at the starry sky that could not be seen at all, and the light spots of the stars were reflected in her small eyes.
She stared at it for a while, then quickly lowered her head and walked out of here.
Tianhai Qimingyue listened to the sound of Xia Cicada coming from the grass on the roadside, walking and stopping all the way.
She walked past a telegraph pole next to an intersection, then followed the road, passed through a path surrounded by trees, and came to the front of a wooden bungalow.
Next to a potato field.
Here, there is a little boy of similar age, holding a hoe and digging something next to a potato field.
The surrounding area is full of shrubs and weeds.
"You're here again."
"." Tianhai Qimingyue, who was sitting on a bluestone, just looked at him quietly.
"Why don't you speak?" he asked.
"Don't like to talk."
He glanced at the little girl sitting on the bluestone, shook his head and continued hoeing: "What a strange person. You don't look like a girl of your age at all, and you often run over to look for me."
"What should it look like?"
"Well," he stopped the hoe in his hand, touched his chin and thought for a while, "you know, I have a younger sister. She jumps around every day, makes trouble all the time, leaves countless bowls behind when eating, and gets scolded by her father. How many times, haha, but every time she was scolded, she would hide behind me, hoping that I would help her block her father’s scolding.
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"And what do you say, it's too quiet, my wife is quiet."
"Isn't it good to be quiet? Both mother and father like quiet."
He obviously saw something in the little girl's clothes. He leaned the hoe against the pit and rested his hands on the tip of the hoe. "Of course it's good to be quiet. Every parent likes quiet children."
Tianhai Qimingyue lowered her head and dangled her feet on the bluestone.
"Is the injury on your foot healed last time?"
"Okay."
"That's good."
He looked at the seven bright moons in the sky and suddenly said with a smile: "I know, you should be here for vacation, and you are staying in the hotel opened by Grandpa Ueda over there."
"How do you know?" Tianhai Qimingyue asked curiously. The little boy holding a hoe in front of her gave her a very different feeling.
"Judging from your clothes, your clothes are very valuable."
"High value.?"
"Well, it seems that you still don't understand the meaning of value, but all you need to know is that the clothes you are wearing are probably enough to feed ordinary people for two months."
"Is it worth eating enough food for two months?"
"Well, I can't explain it to you, but 'two months' food' is indeed valuable." He picked up the hoe and continued digging. "I think you are very smart, quiet and smart. At least my sister has never
She doesn’t know the value of eating, so she just eats. Of course, you can’t blame her, she’s only five years old.”
Tianhai Qimingyue's voice was very calm and small: "Sister is much smarter than me."
He smiled again and avoided talking about the topic: "I just guessed a little bit of your identity from your clothes. It reminds me of a person. Do you want to know a smarter person?"<
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"Who is it?" Tianhai Qimingyue tilted her head on the bluestone.
"Sherlock Holmes."
"I don't know."
"He has a reasoning called deductive reasoning, which means starting from the smallest corner of every matter, and then peeling off the whole incident, filtering it layer by layer, and finally the truth is revealed!"
"Do you understand?" he asked curiously.
"Understand a little bit."
"Is it so powerful?" he murmured to himself.
"What's so great about this?"
"It's very impressive for someone your age. How about it, are you interested?"
"What are you interested in?"
"Listen to the story of Sherlock Holmes. I still have things to do now. I won't go back for the time being. How about I tell you the story. If you can listen."
"Yeah."
"Then I'll start talking. Just sit quietly and listen like last time."
"Okay."
Tianhai Qimingyue still sat quietly, listening to him slowly finish talking about the identity of John H. Watson, how he was shot in Afghanistan and retired from the army, and went to England to recuperate. In order to live in a cheap and good house, he chose to share a house with others.
It tells the story of how he met a strange person, the famous detective known to the world - Sherlock Holmes.
The little boy spoke vividly and made appropriate gestures as he said:
"He is over 182cm tall! He has a hooked nose and a thin build. He is extremely energetic when working! When he is resting, he will spend the whole day on the sofa. He is proficient in chemical knowledge, proficient in fighting, and understands psychology.
Anatomy and geography, and he also knows a little about the violin! But he knows nothing about literature, philosophy, or astronomy. He is not a doctor, and he doesn't even know that the earth revolves around the sun.
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"Having shared a room with him for a long time, Watson was very curious and observed him for a long time, but he was never able to figure out what kind of job he did."
"What kind of job does he do?" Tianhai Qimingyue tilted her head slightly and asked.
"Detective."
"Detective?"
"Observation, secret photography, fighting criminals, disguise, evidence, and high concentration of attention can be described using these keywords. I don’t know if you can understand."
"I can understand a little bit."
"That's good. Just know that you are the one who helps the police find the criminal."
"Yeah"
Tianhai Qimingyue listened very carefully, because she really wanted to know how powerful this detective Sherlock Holmes was, who was well known to the world.
This is the first time she has heard of the profession of detective, and the first time she has heard the name Sherlock Holmes.
She listened to his vivid description of how the two were involved in a business, how Holmes judged that the carriage was rented through the mud on the carriage that no one noticed, and how Holmes was confused when everyone was confused.
At that time, he grasped all the clues and told them one by one, which shocked everyone.
Holmes's confidence in telling everyone all the characteristics of the prisoner seemed to be seen by the people in front of him.
The details are advanced layer by layer, the reasoning is fascinating, and the sense of transparency connected by countless irrelevant clues is a novelty that Tianhai Qimingyue has never experienced before.
Is this a detective?
She swayed on her feet the whole time and listened to him finish "A Study in Scarlet".
The seven bright moons in the sky and the sea have been watching him.
"In the end, the two police officers asked Holmes, who had devoted most of his efforts to this case, to go to other detective schools. But Holmes had already seen through everyone and said with a nonchalant smile, 'In this world, what matters is not that you go there.
It’s about what you’ve done, but what you want others to believe you’ve done.”
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The story comes to an abrupt end.
"What happened next? Is there no later story?"
"Did you understand everything?"
"No," Tianhai Qi Mingyue held her face and shook her head, shaking her calves back and forth, "There are many things I don't know what you are talking about, but I know that the man in the round hat is very powerful, and even the police can't catch him.
He can catch it, and those other detectives are so annoying."
He smiled and said, "That's enough. Being able to listen patiently to the end and understand part of it proves that you are very smart."
"Is there any subsequent story about this detective?"
"Yes, but now that I've finished digging the hole, it's getting late now. I don't have time to tell you stories anymore. And I can't remember the whole story. After all, I haven't read it for a long time." He suddenly smiled again, "Are you reluctant to let it go?
Should I leave?"
"Yeah."
"That's right, but I'm sorry, I ran out secretly. If my mother sees that I'm not in the house, she will definitely come out to look for me."
"I also ran away secretly."
"Haha, that's really a coincidence. Coincidence, do you understand what it means?"
"I understand, but I don't know why you dug the ground and took so long."
"This." He squatted down, took out a small bottle from the ground, and then walked to Tianhai Qimingyue.
"This is?"
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"Butterfly, I caught a butterfly for my sister before. She said she wanted it, so I caught one for her, and then I kept one in a bottle. Even though it was given some air and nectar, it still died.
, it’s not good to throw it away casually. I’m afraid that my sister will bury it when she sees her sadness, and then tell her that the butterfly flew away at night.”
"But. The butterfly is so small, why do we dig such a big hole?"
"In order to chat with you, I dug with a hoe and it became bigger."
Tianhai Qimingyue watched him bury the butterfly in the soil from above, and then watched him push the soil in with a hoe.
"My brother is a weirdo, and he has been since the first time we met."
"Huh? Then you are also a weirdo. How can there be such a smart kid at your age?"
"Isn't my brother also a child?"
"I, how should I put it, know a lot of things, but after all, I am still a child's body. Many memories will be forgotten naturally. At least when I was just born, I can't remember it at all now. It's time to go back.
Are you home? Do you want me to take you back this time?"
Tianhai Qimingyue looked at him with his hands on his hips and looked up at the shadow in the night sky, then suddenly lowered his head.
"I don't want to go back."
"Why?"
"Don't like it there."
"But aren't you and your sister here to travel?"
"It's a trip, but I still have to practice every day. I'm not as smart as my sister, and my mother rarely looks at me."
"Do you want to practice piano? I keep hearing the sound of piano over there lately. I was never really rich before, so I even bought a new piano for my trip."
"Yeah."
"You just said you came back secretly. Are you unhappy?" he asked.
"Yeah"
Tianhai Qimingyue lowered her head and crossed her hands in front of her little skirt when she found that he suddenly sat next to her.
There is a cool breeze at night, the moon hangs on the branches, and summer cicadas are noisy in the forest.
He put his hands behind his back and looked at the bright moon.
When Tianhai Qimingyue turned her head to look at him, she could smell a little bit of earthy breath on his body, and an indescribable emotion.
"In this case, let me tell you another Sherlock Holmes story, which will be another incident later."
"Really?"
"You look very happy, it's true, but after I finish speaking, you have to go home. Otherwise, your sister and mother will worry about you."
"Good"
Listen quietly to another novel and scary story.
The absurd and weird atmosphere in the detective story seems to be lingering in my heart.
He sat next to her and stayed with her. She only had to look at him silently and listen to him speak, and she could know many different things.
When he said to himself, "I'm going home," Tianhai Qimingyue also knew that he should go home.
"Can you find the road? Although this area is very safe, it's so late at night. The road is too dark. Once the moon is blocked, you can't see anything. How about I take you back? It's not far anyway." p>
Tianhai Qimingyue looked into his eyes and nodded weakly.
It was indeed dark on the road. Without the flashlight in his hand, there would be only an invisible road.
Through the darkness of night, we can vaguely distinguish which buildings are on the top of the hill and which are piled up tombs.
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She followed him through the woods.
There is often the sound of stepping on branches underfoot.
In the dark night, only the beam of flashlight illuminates the lines of the trees.
"Are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid. Don't, don't turn off the light." Tianhai Qimingyue suddenly stood beside him.
He turned on the flashlight again, smiled at the little girl next to him and said, "That's why I'm afraid."
"Well, I'm afraid."
"If you're afraid, just follow closely. We'll be at the village entrance soon. There's a hotel not far from the village entrance."
"Good"
Tianhai Qimingyue actually returned to normal after being scared for a short while.
"Just now, you said that your sister is smarter than you, right?"
"Hmm." He nodded after a long hesitation.
"Mom doesn't pay attention to you either?"
"I don't know"
"Although I have only met a few times, I know that you are very different and really smart. At least I have never met anyone of the same age who is smarter than you. If mom is partial, there is really nothing I can do to help you, but
, I think you are capable, feasible, and smart. As long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to achieve what you expect, definitely!" Halfway through his words, he seemed to be unable to continue, "Forget it.
I’m really not good at praising people.”
"Brother, are you encouraging me?"
"Oh? You can see it, haha. Don't you think this kind of encouragement is too childish? It's really too empty just to make people work hard without understanding the current situation, but I can't think of anything good for you.
Encouragement." He was pointing a flashlight while leading the way, and laughed as if to ease the atmosphere.
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Tianhai Qimingyue followed behind, looking at him and seeing how he tried to encourage himself
"Thank you, brother."
"It's nothing. Just some simple words of encouragement."
"I feel that you are different from ordinary boys. You know a lot and are very kind. Although no one wants to talk to me." Tianhai Qimingyue's last words were so faint that only she could hear them.
"Let's do this!" He suddenly had a suggestion, stopped and turned around with a flashlight, "It's not good to encourage me, so how about we make an agreement."
"Promise?"
"Next time we meet, you will learn a little more, and I will prepare an extra story that you like, so I will use this in exchange."
"Why do you do this?"
"Why? Well. Well. Because I quite like people who know everything."
"Like someone who knows everything?" Tianhai Qimingyue murmured again, and finally looked at him again.
"Yes, don't you think Sherlock Holmes is very powerful? You can deduce a person's career and identity from a little bit of detail. The more you grow, the more you understand the meaning of the character Sherlock Holmes."
"Yes, it's amazing." Tianhai Qimingyue remembered the story he just told himself.
"That's the deal."
"Promise, have you agreed?"
"Well, that's it."
"Good"
Pull the hook and press the thumb.
Everything is simple and casual.
"Then keep walking, I will continue to take you back."
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"Good"
As soon as the two of them passed the village entrance with street lights, they found someone walking in front of them with a flashlight, as if they were looking for something.
The two stopped.
"It's my mother and sister." Tianhai Qimingyue said weakly.
"Then I should go. Goodbye. If you have time, come see me again." He smiled and waved to her. He had no intention of meeting the other party's parents and was about to leave first. "Remember what I said."
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Soon, he was far away.
Tianhai Qimingyue stood by the small gravel road, watching him wave and leave, and his shadow gradually faded away on the small road in the middle of the night.
He is getting further and further away, and the light in his hand seems to have become much smaller.
Tianhai Qimingyue watched silently, holding their little hands together, counting in their hearts what he said to themselves:
"As I said before, I have to learn one more knowledge agreement next time we meet. Also, if you like people who know everything, this is already the fifth time we have met. Do you like people who know everything?"
Under the street lights with only the chirping of cicadas left, the voice of my sister calling my name could be heard from behind.
"July."
"July."
"July!"
The light penetrated into the eyes, and the hazy consciousness woke up from the distant memories. Tianhai Qimingyue, who was lying on the desk of the Literature Department, saw Tianhai Jiuliuli, who was leaning in front of him and calling him to get up.
"Good morning, sister."
Tianhai Jiuliuli, however, looked sad, "School is over in the afternoon. Did you have a nightmare?"
"No, I just dreamed of something."
"Didn't you say that someone is collecting my information on the forum? Let me come over."
"Yeah, yes, sister, there is such a thing." Tianhai Qimingyue held her forehead, trying to find her mobile phone, but couldn't find it.
Tianhai Jiuliuli said for her: "No need to look for it, it's five o'clock in the afternoon."
"That's it, then that person will be here soon. My brother should have gone back."
As soon as this was mentioned, Tianhai Jiuliuli's voice also dropped: "Well, he has probably gone back by this time."
"Sister, are you already planning to pursue your brother?"
"Yes, I told him I was sorry, July."
"Sister, you don't need to apologize to me, you shouldn't have cared about me in the first place."
"But, what will you do in July? You were not a kid."
"Childhood is something that happened when I was young, and I will forget it sooner or later." Tianhai Qimingyue's voice suddenly slowed down a lot, and her expression was dull, "Besides, it's not like my sister doesn't know, and my brother won't accept my confession."
Tianhai Jiuliuli still wants to persist. She understands her sister and understands even more what it means to let "Qi Mingyue" confess her love.
"As long as you tell me about your childhood in July, he will recall it."
Tianhai Qimingyue shook her head: "Sister, I just met her a few times when I was a kid. It's no big deal."