Otherworldly Merchant

Although Blackstone is more than fifty miles from innocent village, it is also on the edge of the river, and close to the Russian border city of Karodi.

Since the late Qing dynasty, many Russians have settled here. With the reform and opening up, and the increasing volume of trade between the two countries in recent years, almost one third of the entire town's resident population is Russian. Not only are blonde foreigners walking all over the street, but even houses have lots of rooftops with the same head of onions, giving the illusion of being exotic!

I was going to take a direct ride back to Wuhan, but I suddenly changed my mind while waiting for the car.

This trip to the Ousuri River, although I was in no danger, not only escaped safely but also gained a lot, but at the same time left me with several serious internal injuries. I don't want to go back to Wuhan with a scar. I don't want to be seen by Yin Xinyue. Sex stayed here and enjoyed the rough and distinctive Caucasian sentiment while slowly adjusting my mood to heal my wounds.

Not only is the town exotic, but the music atmosphere is extremely intense.

In the town square, there are always people on the side of the street holding the accordion and guitar, forgetful playing. If you happen to play a tune that everyone is familiar with, it will also cause many passers-by to sing together, and then smile at each other and disperse.

The atmosphere is friendly and beautiful.

Music is the best bond, completely eliminating barriers to borders, race and language, and every day in town is so happy and harmonious.

I drink intense Gvas every day, vodka, eat Daleba, red intestine, enjoy.

A dozen days later, as usual, I was reclining in front of a wide landing window in a street bar, sipping spirits, watching the flow of people wandering the streets.

All of a sudden, the piano was playing right next to me!

The piano has been there since my first day at the bar, with a thin layer of ash falling over it, and it shouldn't have been played in a long time. Besides, at this time, there's no one within five meters of the circle except me, but how did it suddenly ring itself?

I thought I was drunk and had an audible aura, but I looked closely at that key, and it was really jumping up and down, and then there was this very smooth music.

What's going on here?

The next day, at the same time, the piano sounded again.

I couldn't help but curiosity and asked the bar owner about the gap between buying wine.

The bar is small and only has two owners.

The boss was a slightly bald, slightly blessed middle-aged man, and after listening to my query, he reached out and pointed to the street: “Did you see that little girl with the white veil? ”

I looked down at his fingers, and it turns out, on the street in front of a glass window, there was a girl in her early 18s, tall, in a light blue uniform, with a white veil around her neck walking through the window.

The girl is beautiful, her body and appearance are completely blended with the softness of the Chinese, the elegance of the Russians, she should be a hybrid.

Of course, that's not the main point. As she moves closer and closer, so does the sound. As she moves further and further away, the sound slowly weakens until it disappears.

As if, the piano was a loving and knowledgeable teenager who suddenly met his lover and couldn't help singing alone, and the girl was the piano's dream lover.

She walked past the window and the piano couldn't help but move.

“Is the piano obsessed with her, too?” I asked half a joke.

“Oh, who knows.” The fat boss shrugged his shoulder: “The girl is a weirdo, and as soon as she walks by the piano, the sound of the piano will play automatically, not just on me, but on all the pianos in town. So we all call her the piano girl. ”

“Anything like that?” The boss's words prompted my curiosity.

The next afternoon, I sat in front of the window on time, and as the girl slowly approached, the piano played itself again.

It's still exactly the same song, and the sound still goes from nothing to nothing as she steps, then slowly turns down until it disappears.

This time, I took a closer look at this girl.

She looks beautiful and has a great temperament, but her face is always gloomy. It was like the beach, which should have been bright with sunshine, had always been covered by clouds, and the black pressure was dull and dull, breathless, and it had to be pitied.

A gust of wind came and blew her long hair, and she stretched her hand behind her ear.

That's when I realized her fingernails were all black!

That black is a little dull and scary, and it definitely doesn't look like nail polish that was applied deliberately.

And she would never like this out-of-the-box outfit in terms of her clothing and temperament.

I opened my eyes through the glass window, and it turns out that not only my nails, but even my fingers were wrapped around a layer of black gas.

Obviously, it's pubic!

In other words, the girl was caught up in something dirty.

And it's got something to do with the piano playing loudly!

Seeing the girl gradually go away, I don't know how, my heart is covered with clouds, the feeling of hidden repression is a bit, there is no interest in watching anymore, early return to the room.

I may have seen such a beautiful girl in the sun, but I was stuck in the shadows, and I kept frowning, and I was in a bad mood? I also couldn't calm down for a long time after returning, and eventually decided to help her out as much as possible and eliminate her pubic breath.

The piano sounds familiar, but I can't remember which one it is.

I searched the internet for the piano song, listened to it one by one, and finally decided that it was "The June Boat Song," written by the famous Russian composer Tchaikovsky.

The next afternoon, I still sat in front of the bar window waiting for her, but instead of ordering more wine, I asked for a cup of coffee.

Strangely enough, I waited until sunset, and the girl didn't go by, and the violin didn't play again.

What the hell is going on?

Do the spirits that haunt her not only produce wisdom, but are also extremely alert? When I opened the sky's eye yesterday, it spotted me? So that the girl doesn't go through here again.

I was a little lost, and I just got up and was leaving.

When I walked past the bar at the door, the fat bald boss laughed: "What's the matter, sir? You seem a little unhappy today?” Then the profound question was: “Is it because I haven't seen a piano girl? ”