Otherworldly Merchant

The Yin Spirit is right in front of me, I don't need to extract it, borrow the mirror as a medium, and it also saves me the trouble of condensation imaging. Even so, it took me a lot of effort to bring that black gas into the mirror.

The image on the mirror was blurred at first, and slowly became clearer as the black gas gradually condensed...

There was a curly little boy sitting next to the piano, forgetting to play.

There is a tall salmon tree outside the window opposite.

As the sun rises and the spring falls, the little boy in the image never interrupts and gradually becomes a teenager.

The teenager seemed to have a tremendous passion for music, and the images in the picture were either playing instruments or writing songs, and almost all of his life had been incorporated into the music.

Then the image turned into a rolling river, and the teenager became a young man, full of messy beards and dark eyes, and he stood by the river, looking at the world in despair and pain.

The scene stayed there for a long time, as if this almost collapsed memory of suicide, the most unforgettable past of the Yin Dynasty.

Is that how he died?

I was surprised, and the image turned again.

His face was filled with a happy smile and he was looking over a letter from a distance.

The lettering on the letter was vague and completely illegible. Of course, even if this ghost can still remember the contents of the letter, I don't understand, it should be in foreign languages.

But at the beginning of the letterhead you can draw a plum blossom, which is extraordinarily striking.

The young man looked over and over for a long time, and the smile on his face grew brighter.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have found a new student and reinvested himself in music creation.

Playing the piano, writing the tracks, standing on the podium filled with flowers over and over again.

When the letterhead printed with plum blossoms unfolded again, his face's anticipation and smile suddenly solidified, and then became immensely painful, holding his fists and shouting something. One of them turned the table upside down and fell on the floor, hitting the wall with his head.

Can you imagine how frustrated and sad his mood must be at this moment?

Young people are getting older, growing thick mustaches and pale behind tall hairlines.

But he had a letter in his hand every minute, a letter with a club of clubs, and he was staring at it.

Plum flowers outside the window thanks again, I don't know a few spring and summer.

The old man seemed finally unable to bear the invisible pain, slowly untied the vial and poured it all over his neck. Until then, he was holding a small iron box with both hands, filled with a box of letters stamped with clubs!

The image completely darkened and eventually came out of the mirror, agglomerating again into a small black sphere.

These pieces, in tandem, are memories of the life of the spirits.

At this time, he was completely unconscious, he didn't even know who he was, but these fragments and memories were deeply imprinted in his soul, and even after so many years of death, he could not forget!

Who the hell is he? How could he be so obsessed if his wish was not fulfilled?

And why are you targeting the grandmothers and daughters?

The Yin Spirit has been dead for many years, although I do not yet know who he really is and what his long-suffering wishes are. It can be seen from the mirror. It must have something to do with the letter, more specifically, with the writer!

Now that the Yin spirits are of the same age, the writer should have died a long time ago.

Then the reason why he is interfering with the grandchildren is obvious. He must have smelled the deceased from them!

Aunt Sun is Russian. Maybe her ancestors were the senders. This must be the case!

Although Aunt Sun is full of illness, both speech and behavior reveal a noble and elegant temperament in invisibility. She has a very orthodox family education since she was a child. It can be seen that her family and even inheritance are certainly not simple.

I just don't know why, and eventually married Sun Changshun, the average truck driver.

By the way, she introduced herself to me again very formally before dinner.

What was her full name again? Seems like Shana Gourmet Coconut, whatever Mac.

Foreigners are accustomed to putting their family name at the end, meaning that Mech should be her last name.

All the memories of the spirits that reside in this plank are related to music.

Mac, music, Russia...

Link these clues together and violently remind me of something!

I immediately turned Baidu on with my phone and looked for the keyword: "Mac, music. ”

As soon as I refreshed the page, I found the answer! Full of pages are Mrs. Mack and Tchaikovsky.

Even their correspondence has been fabricated into books.

The romantic history of love between them is even more sobbing and inspiring, and is still glorified today!

It is well known that Tchaikovsky, one of the greatest musicians of the nineteenth century and known as the world's first melody master, has given birth to countless first-rate, world-class classic songs such as Swan Lake and Sleeping Beauty.

Ever since he was a kid, he loved music and even became obsessed with me. To that end, he resigned from the Ministry of Justice and invested in music!

Though Tchaikovsky was a rare musical genius, he was not recognized at the time, so poor that even life could not last.

Just as he was going to throw himself at the piano, he suddenly received a letter from a thousand miles away, or a very emotional letter.

Mrs. Mack wrote this letter.

The letter states that she loves the music that Tchaikovsky has created and is the most loyal fan of Tchaikovsky, which is her entire world.

Mrs. Mack encouraged Tchaikovsky to continue her creations and promised to provide a substantial monthly living allowance on time.

Tchaikovsky was ecstatic when he saw the letter, his efforts, his dedication was finally not in vain, his painstaking creation finally greeted the first fan!

Tchaikovsky was then revitalized and created with financial support.

His correspondence with Mrs. Mack has become more frequent, with more than 1,200 letters written between the two persons during the year. Mrs. Mack even promised that as long as Tchaikovsky became a big musician, he would satisfy his wishes and meet him!

This seems to have inspired Tchaikovsky as well, with the fourth symphony of the F minor and the sad symphony being created exclusively for Mrs. Mack.

His work grew more mature and more classic, and almost every song started a wave in the orchestra, and Tchaikovsky finally succeeded!

He stood on a podium filled with flowers and everyone stood up and applauded him!

It was not until then that he finally mustered the courage to meet Mrs. Mac.

But it was the first time he saw Mrs. Mack, and the last time!