Otherworldly Merchant

Mrs. Mack knew very well what Tchaikovsky was thinking, knowing that he wanted to talk to himself about love and even propose on the spot.

But Mrs. Mack's true identity was that of an aristocratic widow, at a time when Tchaikovsky was already a famous musician with such a noble reputation, how could she marry a widow and be humiliated by the world?

But at that meeting, she had already agreed, and Tchaikovsky had been waiting for years.

So Mac had someone temporarily dressed up as his husband, put a wedding ring on the bow, and pretended to be very close to him.

Waiting for the boat to land in Tchaikovsky with the roses in his hand, it hurts like a winch! As if the whole sky had collapsed and been abandoned by the whole world.

As Tchaikovsky's thoughts wandered, she received Mrs. Mek's last letter.

According to the letter, she has found her loved one, and Tchaikovsky is now a celebrity, there are many celebrity ladies who love Tchaikovsky, Tchaikovsky should go after her happiness, before this relationship was melted like spring snow.

After reading the letter, Tchaikovsky could no longer bear such a blow.

Actually, why doesn't Mrs. Mac, who wrote this letter, have a broken liver or intestine?

After the healing, Tchaikovsky held his last grand performance at the St. Petersburg Conservatory of Music at repeated outside demands, and then poisoned himself on the spot.

Mrs. Mack was shocked when she heard the news, and regretted it, not long after her illness.

When I saw this place, I had to shush.

I turned on my computer and found out that The Sorrow Symphony was playing.

The black gas sensed the music, trembled slightly, and turned into a human figure, looking out, as if looking for someone? Then he held his head in his arms and cried like an extremely painful cry.

Looks like Tchaikovsky is the ghost in the board.

It was just a long time ago, he had long blurred his mind and forgotten who he was. But I never forgot how deeply I felt about Mrs Mack, but I found my grandmother and daughter after passing along a trace of blood.

He wanted to look through the piano, through the sound of the piano and the music, for the real Mrs. Mac. That's what he wanted. That's why his soul can't rest!

I looked at the little black ball in front of me, some sad long sigh, unraveled the formation around the plank, hiding the Yin Spirit in it again.

I can't wipe it out, not to mention the great musician Tchaikovsky.

The best and only way is to help him fulfill his wish and raise his soul.

But what am I supposed to do?

After much thought, I finally came up with a good idea!

At dawn, I rushed to Sun's house. Sun Chang opened the door with a sleepy eye. At first glance, it was me. He was a little stunned.

I hurried to say, "Uncle, I'm sorry to bother you so early, but I have to ask you a favor. ”

“Oh, what, you just say so? I don't know how to thank you yet.” Sun Changshun replied with pleasure.

“This… only if you agree no, the most important thing is for Siki to agree. ”

Sun Changshun suddenly laughed. “That's right! Ha ha ha, come on, come on in, Siki, Dr. Zhang is here! ”

He probably thought that I had finally left my face and came to confess to Sun Shiqi.

This misunderstanding is a bit big...

Grandmother and daughter just got up and haven't washed yet. I was surprised by my sudden visit, but I didn't dislike it. I still greeted her warmly. Sun Shiqiao answered shamelessly, trying to hide back in the house, but I called him.

“Auntie, Siki, let me tell you the truth! I'm not Dr. Zhang, you're not sick, you're haunted by spirits. The Yin spirits are hidden on the engraving board of this piano.” Speaking, I took the board out.

The mothers and daughters were shocked as soon as they heard.

“But don't worry, I've suppressed Yin Qi and your condition will soon get better. But now I have one thing that I want to ask your permission for.” I paused and looked back at Sun Shiqi: “Especially with your consent. ”

When I said this, the mothers and daughters were even more confused, but Sun Changshun smiled and looked at me. It seemed like he was saying, "Yes, that's right! ”

“You're welcome, Dr. Zhang, if you need anything, just say it. As long as I can help, there will be no excuses.” Though I have stated that I am not a doctor, Sun Shiqi still has not twisted a bit, it is a pleasant reply.

I looked at the threesome and said, "Before I do that, let me tell you a story. ”

“You guys love the piano so much, you must have heard of Tchaikovsky, right? This story is about him...”

I told the tearful story of Tchaikovsky and Mrs. Mack again, and then I put the board on the table and took out my phone to release the Sorrow Symphony.

As the music sounded, the plank trembled as if it were a cry holding its shoulders tight.

“As you may have guessed, Tchaikovsky is the shady spirit in the board. Although he has been dead for many years, even he has forgotten who he is, but this emotion is still a bone of mind, not yet forgotten! It was because he sensed the blood of Auntie and Mrs. Mack in her body that bothered you. For his soul to rest, there is only one way to fulfill his wishes. So that's what I'm asking you to do. ”

When I was talking about the first half, the three members of this family were surprisingly calm. Perhaps they'd all heard of it, just a little curious, why am I telling this story?

Until later, when they heard Tchaikovsky was dying, they couldn't help but see the board beating with the music.

“Dr. Zhang, this isn't about helping you, it's about helping ourselves.” Sun Siqi persisted: “Not to mention being a descendant of Mrs. Mack, there is also a responsibility and an obligation to help our ancestors resolve this problem. Tell me, what do we have to do? ”

“I'm going to have a concert, all of which will play Tchaikovsky's famous songs, and then...” I looked at Sun Siqi: “Then there will be a wedding for Tchaikovsky and Mrs. Mak. ”

“The wedding?” Sun Shiqi was stunned and Sun Changshun and Auntie were a little confused.

“Yes!” I nodded. “This is the only way to get him to complete his wish, and I will ask Tchaikovsky's spiritual upper body, and at the same time ask you to pretend to be Mrs. Mack, both to appease the dead spirit and to give this fierce and endless love a final note. ”