Esports coaches are demons

Chapter 89 You Are Here

"three years ago……"

Looking at the flashing traffic lights at Eleventh Street, Ke Yue thought of the past, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

……

"Master, there is a bit of traffic jam ahead, and we will have about an hour to leave the city." Sitting in the passenger seat, Ji An turned his head to look at the white-haired boy sitting behind the car.

However, with the blackout curtain, he couldn't see the specific situation behind the car.

He only heard the young man respond lightly, indicating that he understood.

The thick blackout curtain blocked all the light, and the boy was hidden in the darkness.

The long traffic flow was cut off by the traffic lights, like a reptile, slowly crawling forward for a section every 45s.

Often when the car speeds up, the brakes have to be stepped on again, and the repetition of continuous acceleration and sudden stop brings people a dull feeling of dizziness.

The anxious car owner honked the horn again and again, mixed with the music and advertisements on the big screen in the shopping mall, it was heard in the boy's ears noisily.

"ACE suddenly disbanded on the eve of securing the championship in the national competition. At the same time, captain Shen Yue announced his retirement. Some people familiar with the matter revealed that it was because of Xinghuo's personal issues that led to the disbandment of ACE..."

Listening to the miraculous battle report played by a certain internet cafe, Shen Yue in the darkness... oh no, Ke Yue sneered.

In another hour, she will leave the city in an hour. From then on, the people and things here have nothing to do with her.

Jinling, that place, how long has it been since I went back?

There are people coming and going on the street, which is extremely chaotic.

Suddenly, amidst the chaotic voice, there was something else.

Someone is playing the violin?
this sound...

The boy frowned slightly, she opened the blackout curtain and rolled down the car window.

Ever since she came out of the room that day, she had suffered from photophobia for a long time, so Ji An specially used blackout curtains to create a dark environment for her.

At this time, the car window had just been rolled down, and even the light that was not too strong, stimulated the young man's eyes to turn red, and he shed tears unconsciously.

Even so, she still tried her best to restrain the urge to close the curtains, opened her eyes wide, and looked for the direction of the music.

"Master." Hearing the movement, Ji An hurriedly turned around, and asked worriedly.

"Hush." ​​Ke Yue signaled him to silence.

After adapting to the dark environment for a long time, it was suddenly exposed again, and everything she saw was a glistening white mist, like someone suffering from snow blindness.

But she still caught a tall and tall figure.

It seemed to be a young wandering artist, dressed simply and wearing sunglasses.

There is a piano case in front of him, which is obviously a street performer.He was standing under the shade of a tree, surrounded by people in a hurry, but no matter how noisy the surrounding environment was, it didn't seem to affect him in the slightest.

The music poured down the bow, and he smiled slightly, using the unique timbre of the violin to imitate the crisp singing of birds in the empty mountains in the early morning.

If someone who knows music is here, you can tell that the piece played by this young man is "Morning in Miaoling".

Subtle and elegant, the mellow and delicate timbre penetrates layers of haze, allowing people who are breathless in this city to experience the beauty of the mountains and wild nature as if they were there.

Vigorous and full of vitality.

Strong emotions grow from his bow and overflow in the city.

Ke Yue couldn't see the man's face clearly, the sun stimulated tears to pour out of her eyes, in the haze, the young artist playing the violin seemed to be beautiful as an oil painting, illusory and unreal.

As if he couldn't bear to disturb the artist, the sound of the vehicle horn was much less, and when people passed by that person, they would always slow down unconsciously.

Can't go wrong.

Even if what he played was not the Schubert serenade under the moonlit night, Ke Yue would not admit his mistake.

Every musician has his own unique method of artistic expression.

The music played by the young man gave her a sense of resonance, which was all too familiar.

"So, you are here." The boy smiled slightly.

Destiny is really amazing. When she was completely in despair, she finally met the person she had been looking for for ten years, who once warmed her soul.

But everything is too late.

It would be great if I could meet you sooner.

She stared out the window obsessively.

"So, do you know I'm leaving and come to see me off?"

She took out a page of letter paper casually, "Uncle Ji, give me an empty check slip."

Picking up the pen with his left hand, the boy manipulated the pen with difficulty, and wrote a sentence on the letter paper very unskillfully.

The handwriting is a little crooked, immature like a child who has just learned to express language in words, not beautiful but serious.

The light yellow letter paper was flying at her fingertips, and soon turned into a paper airplane. The boy sandwiched the check inside, pointed it in the direction of a certain light, and threw it out.

The simple movement seemed to exhaust all her strength.

The seconds jumped, the red light turned to green, the vehicle started to move again, the scenery receded faster and faster, on the viaduct, and finally all the way was unimpeded.

She closed the car window and disappeared into the darkness again.

Ji An saw the boy's intentions, "Master, if you like the violin performed by that street performer, I can hire him to be your exclusive musician."

"Isn't it too hasty for you to throw the check out like this? What if it doesn't go into the piano case?"

"It doesn't matter." The boy leaned back on the chair wearily.

If the letter paper can fly in front of that person, it is fate, it doesn't matter if it doesn't.

Anyway, she is destined to fall into darkness.

The right arm started to hurt again.

She closed her eyes.

That beam of light, let it go away with time.

……

"Ke Yue, do you believe in fate?" Lin Chen turned around and looked at the young man beside him, his eyes were shining with countless stars.

Where the boy didn't see it, the breeze dragged the paper airplane, and it flew over layers of crowds lightly.

Perhaps it was the traction of fate, it really wobbled, flew all the way, and finally fell steadily into his piano case.

"The blind violin artist you met here is me."

Ke Yue smiled, and she pushed up her glasses, "I heard that senior Yan Luoqing, a master of traditional Chinese music who is well-known both at home and abroad, has always had a friend who has forgotten his age."

"Many people want to meet this little friend, who is the musical genius who can be praised by Yan Luoqing?"

"Even the price of this music genius who never shows up, the price of a recital abroad, has been fired up to several million by curious people." She curled her lips with interest.

"Those people probably couldn't imagine that a musical genius with millions of dollars in a recital not only became an arranger teacher of popular songs under the pseudonym Yuqing, but even pretended to be a blind person to play the violin on the streets of Beijing."

She shook her head and sighed, "It's really reckless."

(End of this chapter)