Chapter 358

"... get up and practice."

The gentle voice rang out again, although it had called several times in a row, but there was no trace of impatience in the voice.

After a while, a short boy came out of the room. After rubbing his eyes, he rubbed his long hair on his head.

"Mom, I don't want to practice." The young man said softly, his tender face covered with qi depression.

The young woman, who was called mother by the youth, was slightly stunned. She was wearing a simple long skirt, which was dotted with several light red plum blossoms. Her hair was high and her body was elegant.

"Why?" The woman came to the young man and asked with some doubts. Her voice was very soft and pleasant.

"No why, I hate music." The boy was a little angry and cried out.

"Be obedient, Meister." The woman didn't reprimand him. She just looked at him with the most calm eyes and the most gentle smile. The boy was shocked slightly, then lowered his head, put his fingers on his side and kept silent.

Seeing the youth's silence, the young woman turned and walked towards the windowsill. Next to the windowsill, she visited an old piano with more than ten yellowed music scores on it.

The woman opened a very old piano, then sat down, white and beautiful palm on the keys, began to play, and then the sound of the piano came.

After hearing the sound of the piano, the young man was attracted by joy. Then he walked over and looked at the old piano which had been with him for many years.

"Do you like it?" At this time, the music stopped suddenly. The woman turned her head to the boy and asked, "children should be honest. If they like it, they like it. If they don't like it, they don't like it."

"I like it." The boy answered immediately without hesitation. Every note from the piano seemed as close as the blood flowing from him.

"I knew that." The woman laughed happily, then got up from the piano position, and then said, "the men of the Meister family have music blood flowing in their bones."

"Mom, I want to practice my father's" sea travel "today."

After finishing his clothes and hair, he went to the piano and sat down. After thinking for a while, he raised his head and said to the young woman.

But the woman smiles and shakes her head: "you can't practice" sea travel "now. You have to practice" waltz "," prelude "," impromptu "," Scherzo "," nocturne "and" Rhapsody "skillfully. When you really understand the music played by the piano, you can practice" sea travel "

"Oh..." the boy opened his mouth and said softly.

"Then play him, a thousand times, ten thousand times, countless times of repetition, understand?" The young woman said again, although her words were still gentle and friendly, there was a flavor that could not be refused.

"If you want to be a master of music, you have to practice hard. Every boy in the Meister family will become a master of music in the future, so you are no exception."

"I see, mom." The young man replied in a low voice. As a young man, Meister was obviously unable to understand the meaning of the word "master". He just practiced repeatedly every day.

But even so, he still can't play the music he wants to play, because over the years, all his energy has been spent on practice, especially "Waltz collection". He remembers that he has practiced it many times.

After that, ten slender and white fingers of the boy began to play on the piano keys. The piano sound was very light and soft. It felt like the spring breeze in the city.

The young woman calmly watched the young man playing, and the young man repeated, tirelessly practicing day after day, night after night.

"Mom..."

At this time, a weak and low voice sounded again. Different from the tender voice of that year, Meister was lying in a pool of blood and muttering to himself. At this time, his consciousness was struggling, and his eyes were filled with pain and sadness.

Does he seem to be crying? Silent tears.

Faintly, Meister's eyes seem to have crossed the river of time, so he sees the flames rising in the air, like an evil Phoenix breaking through the night. The sea of fire flows across the sky and embraces the sky, and then the whole world is engulfed by the flames.

Meister body shock, finally from this buried in the heart of the low memory back out, so see clearly in front of Reinhardt.

"Why don't you do it yet?" Meister was puzzled. In front of him, Reinhardt didn't rush to know his life.

Reinhardt looked at him calmly. He naturally saw Meister's strange performance just now, as if he had fallen into some painful memory.

"Do you think of painful memories?" He asked.

Meister did not directly answer, "it's none of your business."

"What are your last wishes before you die?" Reinhardt seems not to give up, hoping to start from a certain aspect to let Meister play for himself. After all, Meister has enough strength and potential.

"Last wish..." Meister murmured, and then his eyes changed strangely, and an endless hatred suddenly emerged, like a flame to devour everything.

"My last wish... Is to destroy reading, of course!"

"Reading?" Reinhardt was stunned. It seems that Meister has a lot of hatred with this Redding.

"Reading is a country in the new world, known as the capital of music. The seasons are like spring. My last wish is to completely destroy this country." Meister's mouth exudes a cold breath. When he says this, he suddenly seems to have let out his breath again, so he sighs gently: "come on, you can't destroy reading. Just think I didn't say it. Let's do it."

He was ready to die.

"Then you don't want to do it yourself one day?" Reinhardt didn't do it.

"Retine is a member of the world government. Destroying retine means being an enemy to the world government." Meister's breath is much weaker. It seems that he doesn't need Reinhardt's hands. He is very close to death.

"Well... It seems that you also became a prisoner in reading?" Reinhardt casually asked, before listening to his agent Paul revealed that before Meister did not become famous, he was a prisoner, because Paul's reason was saved.

"Ha ha." It was Meister's sneer that answered him.

They were silent. Reinhardt's mind turned, and his eyes gazed at Meister who was approaching the semi dead state in front of him.

"The world government?"