MTL - Reborn As a Top Student In the 1990s-Chapter 173 melody

Chapter 173 Melody

 Chapter 174 Melody

And Wen Ning in Fang Qing's mind had been in this small village for almost two months.

During this period, he was under the care of the villagers every day, receiving various nutritional supplements step by step, and then undergoing rehabilitation training.

Although this process was very painful at first, and he would sweat almost every time he moved, but after persisting for half a month, he gradually adapted to this kind of life. The most obvious change was that his limbs gradually became stronger and his thin body gradually became fuller. .

That morning, it was very gloomy outside. Alia was worried that the cold and humid air would make him uncomfortable, so she carried him into a wheelchair made for him by the villagers, covered him with thick fur, and pushed him around the village. Take a walk and get some fresh air.

When Wen Ning walked to the door of a villager's house, he looked through the window and saw the guitar hanging on the wall inside the house.

 Alia saw him staring at a certain place in a daze, followed his gaze, and immediately grinned.

"Brother Wen Ning, that was Brother Wilson's house before. Ever since he entered the city to work, Aunt Sally was the only one left in the family, but many things were left here. We didn't know how to handle that wooden box before. Brother Wilson can produce a very beautiful voice..."

Alia was still recalling the life when brother Wilson was here. Wen Ning could hear the beauty of that time in his laughter. He had not heard music for a long time, and suddenly he had a strong affection for the guitar. interest of.

 “Aliya, can I try that guitar?”

As soon as Wen Ning finished speaking, Aaliya, who was pushing the cart behind him, immediately ran forward in surprise, "Brother An Ning, can you also move that box?"

Wen Ning raised his hand, smiled and rubbed the boy's messy yellow hair, "That box is called a guitar, and when your hands work together, you can play very beautiful sounds. I can try, but I don't know, that Sally Auntie disagrees."

Hearing that Wen Ning could play the guitar, Aaliya immediately jumped up and ran into the house with a smile.

“Aunt Sally, Aunt Sally, Brother Wen Ning can make that box make sound, oh, no, it’s called a guitar! Can Aunt Sally let Brother Wen Ning have a try?”

 A middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf came out of the house. When she heard Alia's words, she thought the child was teasing her again, "What nonsense are you talking about? Only your brother Wilson can pop up that box. What can that thin young man do?"

But Alia didn't care about this. He took Aunt Sally's sleeve and shook it vigorously, "Brother Wen Ning is very powerful, and his hands have recovered very well these days. Aunt Sally, just let him try Try it, don’t you miss those wonderful sounds?”

 Sally glanced at the guitar hanging on the wall. Since my son went to the city, he never came back. Although she knew her son was doing well in the city, Sally missed her son more and more day by day.

 Those happy times back then never came back as the guitar melody stopped.

Aunt Sally sighed and glanced at the thin young man outside the door. Although she still didn't believe that he could really play the guitar, her son would never come back. This wooden box was hung on the wall. , it will only be covered with dust.

Sally stepped forward and took the guitar off the wall, wiped the dust off with a rag, turned around and handed it to Alia.

“If he can play beautiful music, I will give this to him.”

 Arya was very excited to hear Aunt Sally's promise. He carefully took the heavy wooden box, bowed excitedly to Aunt Sally, turned around and ran out of the door quickly.

“Brother Wen Ning, did you hear what Aunt Sally said? You can do it, right?” Alia looked at Wen Ning eagerly, waiting for his answer.

Wen Ning looked steadily at the boy in front of him. The light in the boy's eyes was like a spark from Liaoyuan, instantly igniting the desert in Wen Ning's heart.

His eyes were slightly warm, as if many years ago, there was someone who looked at him so eagerly, with trust and expectation in his eyes.

 After a long time, Wen Ning nodded, stretched out his hand and motioned for Alia to hand the guitar to him.

Wen Ning was also a little excited when he touched the familiar strings and smooth wood again.

 It was as if he had returned to his college days. He played the guitar, sat with classmates and friends, and sang about youth and his beautiful longing for the future.

His fingers gently plucked the strings, and a gorgeous sound came out. Alia's eyes instantly lit up as he stood aside. He clenched his fists tightly in excitement, but did not dare to shout loudly for fear of disturbing him. Wen Ning's actions.

But you haven’t exercised for a long time, so you feel that it is still difficult to pluck the strings, so you can only choose a very simple song.

　　　Twinkle　twinkle　little　star

twinkle Twinkle Little Star

 how I wonder what you are

 I want to know what you are

 Up above the world so high

Hung high above the world

　　like　a diamond in the sky

 Like a diamond in the sky

　　Twinkle　twinkle　little　star

twinkle Twinkle Little Star

 how I wonder what you are

 I want to know what you are

 …”

Accompanied by the gentle beating of the strings, Wen Ning’s deep magnetic voice intertwined with the tones of the piano, slowly flowing through the quiet village.

From several distant rooms, little heads poked their heads out one after another. They waited for the **** and white eyes and looked curiously in Wen Ning's direction.

Finally, a child couldn't restrain his curiosity and ran out of the house quietly. Slowly, more and more children gathered around Wen Ning, each with their chins propped up, enjoying the beauty of the music and singing...

 At the end of the song, a thin line of sweat broke out on Wen Ning's forehead. He didn't expect that he was struggling to such an extent. What was once the simplest piece of music now required him to exert all his strength to barely perform it completely.

 “Sorry, my strength is limited…”

As soon as Wen Ning raised his head, he looked at a circle of dirty but clear-eyed children around him.

 They looked at the guitar in Wen Ning's hand curiously, and tentatively approached it, wanting to touch it but not daring to touch it.

Wen Ning looked at the child and demonstrated with a flick of his finger. The boy's eyes were filled with surprise. He muttered something to Wen Ning, and then looked at Alia beside him.

 But the young man did not relax their willfulness. Instead, he scolded them with a straight face like a little leader, and then turned around and took the guitar from Wen Ning's hand and carried it behind his back.

“Brother Wen Ning, you are a patient and need to rest. I will wait until you recover, okay?”

This time Wen Ning laughed happily, nodded and praised Alia for doing a good job, but then some thoughts came to his mind.

 (End of this chapter)