Then make up a song for me, she said

This strange request surprised Stebrod, who had never thought of trying music.
I’m afraid I can’t, he said
What? You’ve never tried?
not
Well, it better be from now on. Time is running out.
He sat and thought for a moment, readjusted the tune, put the piano on his neck, pulled the bow, and let the piano drip, which surprised him. He played a tune to relieve the swaying mood, mainly from long bass and double tones. He felt that the famous melody was sad and close to Phrygia’s mode. As soon as the mother heard the horse cry, she rushed to the room and hid in the hall.
After he finished playing, the girl looked at him and said it was beautiful.
No, he said humbly
Indeed, the good girl said that she turned away to breathe heavily.
The girl’s father came over and took Stebrod by the elbow and led him into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and poured a glass of milk, then turned back and waited for a cup of milk. The man returned to the kitchen.
She went, and you made her walk less painful, he said, taking out a federal dollar from his pocket and stuffing it into Stebrod’s hand.
Stebrod put the money in his shirt pocket and went back to the barracks. How many times did he stop and look at Xiaoqin as if he had seen this instrument for the first time in his life? He had never thought of improving his skills before, but now it seems that every song is worth playing. It seems that everything in the hearing range has been very enthusiastic about his music recently.
Since then, he has never tired of the fact that he plays the girl’s music every day. He believes that the music is inexhaustible. He can learn from the ground temperature day after day until he dies. Every time, he swings his fingers on the string bow and everything is repeated several times. Now he doesn’t want to play the notes. It seems that the melody has become an independent individual. A habit can bring order to the end of the day, just like some people pray to check the latch twice and drink a glass of wine at night.
From that day on, his heart became more and more full of music, and the war seemed to have been filled with him. He slipped away from the army at every opportunity, and few people asked him. He spent more and more time in the dirty pub area, which was full of dirty bodies, spilt spirits and cheap perfume, and didn’t pour out the smell of chamber pot. In fact, a pub was always his favorite place in wartime, but now he is different. He is interested in black people who often perform for customers and are proficient in music. Stebrod strolls from one place to another at night. When a genius playing guitar or banjo is found fiddling with his instrument, Stebrod will hold his own piano until dawn. Every time he does this, he learns something new.
His attention was focused on tuning the fingering and clauses, but slowly he listened to the black lyrics and admired them for being able to sing every desire and fear in life so clearly and proudly. Soon, he felt more and more strongly about himself and got an unexpected new understanding. He was surprised to find that music was not only a pleasure for him, but also a spiritual sustenance. The reverberation of the music group weakened in the air, giving him comfort and telling him to create rules in the world. Music told him that there was a definite order in the world and that life should not be exhausted. Confusion and wandering, it should be a sequence that refutes the idea that everything in the world is random and accidental. Up to now, he will play 900 small piano pieces, of which about 100 are his own creations.
Ruby doubted this figure, saying that ten fingers used to be enough for him to do arithmetic in all aspects of life.
He has never had anything more than ten, she said
900 Qustbrod said
Then you can play a song Ruby said.
Stebrod sat and thought for a moment, then his thumb shifted one chord axis from one stroke along the string, and then adjusted one other two chords again, and finally lowered the E string by three A chords to form a strange tone.
I’ve been thinking about whether to give it a name or you can just call it jealous girl.
Then he waved his bow and played on the brand-new harpsichord. Its timbre was surprisingly clear, sharp and pure. Lowering the pitch produced an inharmonious melody, which was slow and modal, but the rhythm was rapid. The music kept oppressing you and waking you up to a sad fact that it was fleeting and the horse would disappear. You could never grasp the desire as its theme.
Ada Ruby was surprised to watch Stebrod play. In this bleak piece of music, he obviously abandoned the method of swinging the bow quickly and briefly by the known pianist, but played a long bow with a very sweet but sad sound. Ruby had never heard such music, and Ada was no exception. He played like a person breathing, but it contained a firm belief in a valuable life.
Stebrod’s song is silent for a long time, and the birds by the stream are particularly miserable and full of hope in the face of the approaching winter. Stebrod looks at Ruby as if waiting for her harsh evaluation, and Ada also looks at her. The expression on Ruby’s face is clear at a glance. It is not enough to soften her heart with a story and a little piano song. Instead of talking to Stebrod, she turns to Ida. It is strange that a generation will fiddle with two of these things, and at this age, such a poor guy actually got him a nickname.
Stebrod’s translation of English sticks
But in Ada’s eyes, it is almost a miracle that Stebrod stands out from the crowd, which shows that no matter how much a person’s life is wasted, he will always have a chance to find a way to remedy it, no matter how limited.
The bride’s bed is full of blood.
It has been bad weather for many days. Inman walked in the mountains and got lost. The rain seems to have been from the new moon to the full moon, but unless you think of remembering the number of days from the first drop of rain, who can say for sure? It has been cloudy for a week. Inman didn’t see the sun, the moon and the stars for a week. It is not surprising that he has been walking in circles or along some more complicated but also detouring path. It is not surprising that he walked in a straight line. He tried to choose a certain point, a tree or a rock towards it. He walked straight for a long time. It suddenly occurred to him that maybe he had chosen these points to connect together to form a huge circle, but he couldn’t catch up with the small circle around the big circle. Thinking of this, he hesitated to rush in the fog and felt that he would go there if he wanted to go as far as possible.
Soon after he finished taking the medicine, his head wound was tightened into a small scar, leaving a pale and hard mark on his neck wound. The pain gradually eased and turned into a distant sound like a river gurgling. He thought that this sound could be heard forever, but his thoughts did not heal as quickly.
There was no food in the food bag. At first, he wanted to hunt, but the tall fir forest seemed to have been abandoned by the animals. Later, he tried to catch crayfish and cook it for several hours. After eating it, he found that it was not a problem. He peeled the bark of a small elm tree and chewed it in his mouth. Then he ate a ruby-colored boletus umbrella and covered a frying pan. Fifteen minutes later, he was hungry again. Soon, he pulled out the wild cress beside the stream and took a sip of the stream in his hand.
One afternoon, he crawled on the mossy bank, eating grass by the water like a wild animal, his hair was wet, his mouth smelled of choking cress, and his heart was white. He climbed to a puddle and looked at his face in the water, and his reflection was ugly and terrible as the ripples shook. He quickly reached out and smashed the reflection because he didn’t want to see himself at all.