"The beat is wrong, I'll turn on the metronome for you." Han Jing listened to the prelude and turned on the metronome on his mobile phone, "You follow the bullet and slow down."
Zhang Yichi had only been practicing for two days, even though Han Jing had lowered the difficulty of the piece, but he was still stumbling when playing it.
"Okay, very good!" Han Jing was very satisfied, "It's already very good to have made this progress in two days. At least I can play the whole song."
"You taught him well." Zhang Yichi praised Han Jing.
Han Jing smiled even more happily: "You praise me so much that I feel embarrassed, haha! My hands are still numb and weak. Let's rehearse later."
"There's no rush."
"It's strange to say that I always feel physically weak recently. I feel tired after walking a few steps, and sometimes my legs suddenly become weak and I fall down..." Han Jing also discovered an abnormality in his body.
Zhang Yichi didn't know what to say at this time.
"Maybe I'm a little weak after staying up too late, so I really need to exercise more. Speaking of which, you are also very skilled. Can you customize a training plan for me?" Han Jing looked at Zhang Yichi expectantly, "Then by the way,
Just by the way, teach me your 'spell' of suddenly turning out a knife."
Zhang Yichi breathed a sigh of relief. He understood the purpose of Han Jing's words. Han Jing did find that something was wrong with his body, but he didn't really care about it. The reason why he said it was because he wanted to beat around the bush and hope that Zhang Yichi would
You can teach him some powerful things.
Of course Zhang Yichi can't teach him this, and Han Jing's death time has been determined and cannot be delayed through exercise. For him, exercising now is a waste of time: "You should just stay up too late recently.
, and I often sit all afternoon, so it’s normal for me to feel a little weak. We’ll talk about exercise later. I’ll make a training plan for you then, and you should be satisfied.”
You should be satisfied.
From what Han Jing heard, it was Zhang Yichi who promised to teach him some real skills, and he immediately beamed: "Okay! I'll do whatever you want!"
"Um."
Han Jing will definitely not be able to wait until the day this promise is fulfilled.
"I'll take you to do something interesting tomorrow." Zhang Yichi stared at Han Jing's smile and said.
"Interesting?"
"I haven't thought about it yet, but I will definitely take you to play something interesting tomorrow." Zhang Yichi really didn't think about it, but seeing Han Jing's satisfied smile just now, he subconsciously wanted to give him something that he could really do.
promise.
Han Jingdao: "What you took me to play must not be something that can be done in our world. I look forward to it!"
"Not necessarily." Zhang Yichi didn't dare to boast about Haikou.
"That must be extraordinary!" Han Jing was so tired that he simply lay down on the bed.
"I'm going to cook first." Zhang Yichi did not respond directly.
"Haha, are you trying to create suspense for me?" Han Jing asked with a smile.
Zhang Yichi smiled back, went to the kitchen to heat up the leftovers from lunch, and made another meal.
After dinner, Zhang Yichi suggested going for a walk, and Han Jing readily agreed.
The two of them walked on the refreshing and cool street.
"Can you tell me the specific situation of your parents?" Zhang Yichi asked some personal questions, hoping to get to know Han Jing more deeply and understand what he really wants deep down, so that he can find a way to realize his wish.
Leave with regret.
"There's nothing inconvenient to say. They just died in an accident when I was in elementary school, and then they lived with my uncle and the others. Then I happened to be rebellious, so I came out to live on my own." Han Jingyong didn't care.
said in a tone of voice.
"It's quite miserable."
"..."
"I'm pretty much the same. My parents divorced when I was young. My mother passed away when I was in college. I haven't seen my father for twenty years and I've long forgotten what he looked like." Zhang Yichi said in the same indifferent tone.
Han Jing, who originally thought Zhang Yichi was choking when he spoke, looked at Zhang Yichi.
Zhang Yichi continued walking at a steady pace: "I don't come from the sky, to be precise, I come from another world, so I have to eat and go to school. Although I have some superpowers, I am just better than ordinary people.
It’s a little bit more powerful, so you don’t have to be surprised by any of this, there’s nothing to be surprised about in the first place. Another thing you said is right, I am indeed sent by God.”
"Parallel universe? Theory of God?" Han Jing's focus is not normal.
"The concept is a bit like a parallel universe, but in fact it's not. It's too complicated to explain. I shouldn't be able to reveal the relevant secrets. You can just understand it like a parallel universe. As for that god... let's call him God." Zhang Yi
Chi thought for a while.
"Is there heaven and hell? Where do people go when they die? How many gods are there..."
"I have no idea."
"Are there many people like you?"
"Tens of thousands."
"It doesn't feel like much."
"It's really not a lot, and it will become less and less, until there is none... Well, that's it for this topic. There are some things I can't tell you."
Han Jing looked like he understood everything: "I understand, I understand."
"Do you think every day passes quickly?" Zhang Yichi thought that today was already the third day. As soon as he fell asleep, one-tenth of Han Jing's remaining life was gone.
"When playing games, it feels very fast to go from day to night. If you do other things that you are not interested in, it will feel very long." Han Jing replied.
"What about the current situation?"
"That's it, it's long or not, short or not."
Zhang Yichi sighed: "Do you mind smoking?"
"Smoke."
Zhang Yichi lit a cigarette: "I'm a little curious about how your world views death. Can you tell me?"
"Death? I haven't thought about it. I have just turned eighteen, so death should be far away from me. No matter how you say it, death is very scary. I don't think there is any need to think about these things early and worry about these things and wait for it.
Let’s talk about it when we get here. I don’t know about others, some may take it lightly, and some may take it seriously, I can’t say for sure,” Han Jing said.
This is not a good answer for Zhang Yichi, and it is also increasing his confusion.
Should you let a person spend the last month happily, or should you tell him early and let him prepare early?
After all, Zhang Yichi still doesn't understand Han Jing well enough. If Han Jing is a person, even if he knows that he is going to die, he can quickly adjust his mentality, carefully plan the next life, and live another life without any regrets as much as possible.
Moon, that’s good too.
But what if he couldn't accept it all of a sudden and collapsed? After all, he was only eighteen years old, and he was still looking forward to the future from time to time.
Taking puff after puff of cigarette, Zhang Yichi had a sad expression on his face, but Han Jing did not notice it.