Chapter 1,676 The Death of a Musician

Mrs. Meck understood Tchaikovsky's thoughts very well and knew that he wanted to express his love to her and even propose on the spot.

But Mrs. Meck's true identity was a noble widow. At this time, Tchaikovsky was already a famous musician and enjoyed such a high reputation. How could he marry a widow and be ridiculed by the world?

But she had already agreed to that meeting, and Tchaikovsky had been waiting for it for many, many years.

So Meck found someone to temporarily dress up as her husband, put a wedding ring on the bow of the boat, and pretended to be very intimate with the man.

Tchaikovsky, who was waiting for the ship to dock with roses in his hands, was heartbroken when he saw this scene! It seemed as if the whole sky had collapsed and the whole world had been abandoned.

Tchaikovsky was despairing of all hope. At this time, he received Mrs. Meck's last letter.

The letter said that she had found the person she loved, and Tchaikovsky was now a high-class celebrity. There were many ladies who admired Tchaikovsky. Tchaikovsky should pursue his own happiness. Before This relationship melts away like snow in spring.

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

In fact, Mrs. Meck, who wrote this letter, is not heartbroken?

After recovering from the illness, Tchaikovsky performed his last grand performance at the St. Petersburg Conservatory of Music under repeated requests from the outside world, and then committed suicide by taking poison on the spot.

After Mrs. Maker heard the news, she was shocked and regretful, and she died of illness not long after.

When I saw this, I couldn't help but sigh.

I turned on the computer, found the "Pathétique Symphony" and played it.

The black energy sensed the sound of the music, trembled slightly, and turned into a human form again, looking around, as if looking for someone? Then he held his head in his hands and cried in pain.

It seems that the ghost in the wooden board is Tchaikovsky.

It's just that as time passed, he had already blurred his consciousness and forgotten who he was. But his deep love for Mrs. Meck has never been forgotten, and it has been passed down through a trace of blood and found its way to the Sun family's mother and daughter.

He wanted to find the real Mrs. Maker through the piano, its sound and music. This is his long-cherished wish, and this is the reason why his soul cannot rest in peace!

I glanced at the little black ball floating in front of me, let out a long sad sigh, and untied the formation around the board, allowing the Yin spirit to hide inside again.

Even if it is an ordinary ghost, I can't just write it off, let alone the great musician Tchaikovsky.

The best and only way is to help him fulfill his long-cherished wish and make his soul ascend to heaven.

But what should I do?

After thinking hard for a long time, I finally came up with a good idea!

As soon as it got dark, I hurried to Sun's house. Sun Changshun opened the door sleepily and was a little surprised to see it was me.

I quickly said: "Uncle, I'm sorry to bother you so early, but I have to ask you for a favor."

"Oh? What can you just say? I just don't know how to thank you yet." Sun Changshun replied cheerfully.

"This... it's not enough for you to agree. The most important thing is Shiqi's consent."

Sun Changshun was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "That's right! Hahaha, come on, come on, come in, Shiqi, Doctor Zhang is here!"

He might have thought that I finally put aside my face and came all the way to express my love to Sun Shiqi.

This misunderstanding is indeed a bit big...

The Sun family's mother and daughter had just gotten up and hadn't washed up yet. They were very surprised by my sudden visit, but they were not disgusted and still greeted me warmly. Sun Shiqi responded shyly and was about to hide back in the house, but was stopped by me.

"Auntie, Shiqi, let me tell you the truth! I am not Dr. Zhang, and you are not suffering from any disease, but you are haunted by a ghost. The ghost is hidden in the carved panel of this piano." Then, I took out the wooden board.

The mother and daughter were immediately shocked when they heard this.

"But you don't have to worry. I have suppressed the Yin Qi, and your condition will get better soon. But now I have something that I want to ask for your permission." I paused and looked at Sun Shiqi. : "Especially with your consent."

When I said this, the mother and daughter became even more confused, but Sun Changshun looked happy and still looked at me with a smile, as if to say: "Yes, that's right!"

"Doctor Zhang, don't be polite. If you have anything to say, just tell me. As long as I can help, I will definitely not refuse." Although I have declared that I am not a doctor, Sun Shiqi is still a bit unrepentant and very happy. replied.

I looked at the three of them and said, "Before that, let me tell you a story."

"If you like piano so much, you must have heard of Tchaikovsky, right? This story is about him..."

I told the tear-jerking story about Tchaikovsky and Mrs. Meck again, then put the board on the table, took out my phone and played the "Pathétique Symphony".

As the music played, the wooden board began to tremble, as if it was hugging its shoulders and sobbing uncontrollably.

"You may have guessed that the ghost in the wooden board is Tchaikovsky. Although he has been dead for many years and has forgotten who he is, this relationship is unforgettable and has not been forgotten to this day! It is because he noticed The blood of Mrs. Maker, which came out of Auntie and Shiqi's body, is entangled with you. If you want his soul to rest in peace, the only way is to fulfill his long-cherished wish. So, this is what I want to ask you to do. .”

When I told the first half of the story, the family of three was surprisingly calm. Maybe they had heard it before and were just a little curious as to why I told this story.

It wasn't until later that they heard that Tchaikovsky would never forget it until his death, and they couldn't help but be moved when they saw the wooden board that jumped on its own with the music.

"Dr. Zhang, this is not helping you, but helping ourselves." Sun Shiqi said resolutely: "What's more, as a descendant of Mrs. Meike, I also have the responsibility and obligation to help our ancestors resolve this dispute. Just say it. , what do we need to do?”

"I'm going to hold a concert, all playing Tchaikovsky's famous songs, and then..." I glanced at Sun Shiqi and said, "Then, I'm going to hold a wedding for Tchaikovsky and Mrs. Meck. "

"Wedding?" Sun Shiqi was stunned, and Sun Changshun and his aunt were also a little confused.

"Yes!" I nodded and said: "This is the only way to make him fulfill his long-cherished wish. At that time, I will ask Tchaikovsky's ghost to take over. At the same time, I want to ask you to pretend to be Mrs. Meck, so as to not only appease the souls of the dead, but also give him a gift. This vigorous and endless love draws the last perfect note."