Nightmare's Call

Chapter 126

Go to a crossroads, across the zebra crossing, Lin Sheng overhead wire suddenly flew a few small sparrows.

The chirp is very clear and pleasant.

Lin Sheng felt the heat in his heart and felt better.

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

Just as he raised his head, the sparrows on the wires were as shocked as an electric shock. They were all covered with hair and fled one after another.

It felt like someone gave them a stick.

"It's too exaggerated..." Lin Sheng has no choice but to lower his head and walk on the cold street. The cold wind can make him feel better.

It was getting darker and darker.

After walking for several miles, Lin Sheng felt a little better and his body seemed calm. This is the mood to care about where you are.

Just then, a thin string sound came from the right side of the distance.

The soft and rhythmic music made Lin Sheng feel like a clear spring. The volcanic state that might have erupted at any time was quickly controlled.

His heart moved and he walked quickly in the direction of the music.

Soon in a cake shop, we found the source of music - a simple piano shop named Yinyi.

The store is not big, it only takes up the width of two ordinary stores. The location of the plaque above was painted black, and four big characters were hung on white wood: Yin Ye Qin Xing.

The door is a transparent glass door with a leaflet on it: long-term enrollment, tuition fee at the end of the year is 80%.

There is a display board on the floor outside the door, which reads: Gardner piano, Hyde piano, Fisman violin, Kahn harp, etc. we have all kinds of authentic goods.

Lin Sheng went to the glass door and looked inside through the glass.

Under the guidance of a white girl with short hair and ears, several children, who are seven or eight years old and twelve or thirteen years old, are carefully playing their own music.

On the other side of the shop, there are various banjo, flute and harp of different sizes and colors.

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

From time to time, some clumsy clear music came out of the shop, but it was this kind of clumsy music that made Lin Sheng's heart calm down.

"Music?"

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

Even though he is now 18 or 19 years old. Not much older than these kids.

It's just his body shape. Originally, because of the recent exercise, he has become a lot stronger. Now in the semi dragon state, it is even bigger than before.

At this time, Lin Sheng, standing in front of the Qin shop, was nearly two meters tall, with strong rock like hard muscles, plus the subtle dragon power of banlonghua.

Just standing in the same place can make passers-by retreat.

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

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

The woman in charge of piano teaching looked at him and was shocked by his exaggerated strong figure. But after a few more eyes, she continued to teach several children to practice.

A salesgirl in a dark green apron came up and politely raised her head to Lin Sheng with a smile.

"Can I help you? Do you want to see a banjo, a six string, a violin or a harp

"I'll look around." Lin Sheng can feel his half dragon, under the influence of music, can relax a part.

But not enough!

He needs more, clearer and quieter music.

He passed a banjo hanging on the wall, and his fingers crossed it one by one.

In the large number of memory fragments that have been absorbed, all the parts about music have been screened out one after another.

Soon, he came to a light gold harp that was only the length of an adult's forearm.

The assistant on one side saw this and quickly came forward to finish.

"This is the SAL harp. Unlike most harps, the SAL harp is very small. Although its timbre is not as melodious as that of a large harp, its crisp rhythm is better."

"Is it?" Lin Sheng reached out and took down the light gold harp. He recalled the dream he had seen in Xuefeng castle and the way of making the blood blue harp.

It seems that this Sal harp can be transformed into the blood blue Harp in the records with only a little modification.

Both are very similar in size and appearance.

Lin Sheng held out his hand and closed his eyes.

The small and delicate harp is in sharp contrast to his huge physique.

A flick of your fingertips.

Ding

A crisp and pleasant sound of the piano suddenly drifted away in the piano shop.

In Lin Sheng's memory, one of them is a heavily armored soldier who likes harp best. No matter how heavy the war task is, he will squeeze in time to play a song for himself every day.