Follow the sound and follow the way

BGM of this chapter: Schubert-AveMaria (EllensdritterGesang)

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Soekarno-Hatta Airport is really not well-developed. The person who came to pick up the airport sent a text message to Mu Kang, asking him to wait outside at parking lot 14.Mu Kang walked out of the airport alone in a bunt. The exit was crowded with tourist buses and unlicensed taxis.The sun shines directly on the equator, and the hot and humid weather made him sweat after taking two steps.

A dark-skinned young man in a suit ran past him panting, and a gust of evil wind suddenly rose from the ground, blowing the information in the young man's arms onto Mu Kang's face.

Mu Kang: "..."

He fumbled around for a long time, and the young man in a suit apologized anxiously. The two of them managed to tear off the paper that was stuck on Mu Kang's face and neck and was stuck with sweat and refused to come off. down.

Every piece of paper was tightly pasted as if in a psychic state, as if silently shouting: "Look at me, look at me!"

Mu Kang struggled to tear off the last few sheets of paper, glanced at it inadvertently, and found that it was a formal-looking document with two red words on the top: LEEFOUNDATION.

He returned the documents, and the young man kept apologizing and thanking him: "I'm sorry sir, thank you sir, I'm sorry sir, thank you sir..."

Mu Kang waved his hands and planned to leave, but the young man was still sweating profusely and said, "Today is my first day at work, I'm so nervous, I'm sorry sir..."

Mu Kang said impatiently: "It's okay, I wish you good luck, goodbye."

The young man pretended not to hear, and said to himself, "I'm sorry sir, can I borrow your mobile phone, my mobile phone...is out of battery."

Mukang was stunned for a second, and suddenly realized that he had encountered the Indonesian version of the fraudulent trick, bumping into someone first and then borrowing the phone, the next step is probably to steal fingerprints and transfer money, right?

He turned around and left without saying a word, thinking as he walked: the kid's acting skills are too immature, and he still needs to learn more.

Unexpectedly, the young man followed behind Mu Kang like a brown candy, chattering endlessly: "Please sir, you are a good man, I have to pick up a VIP today, but the phone is dead and I can't check the flight status, you Just help me find out how long the flight will land and the baggage carousel number..."

Mu Kang turned a deaf ear.

The young man begged in a low voice: "I finally got this opportunity through the internship period, the first one from the slums..."

Mu Kang stopped abruptly, turned his head and glanced at the suspected liar he met by chance, but he was really talkative.

The young man embraced a pile of unsorted materials, wearing a suit that didn't fit well, with clear eyes and sweat on his brown face, he said persistently: "Please, Sir."

Mu Kang asked: "Isn't it okay to go directly to the information screen for the flight status?"

The young man smiled softly: "Sir, you are not a local, so you don't know. The update of the flight notice screen at Soekarno Hatta Airport is unstable and often makes mistakes."

Maybe it's because of the undisguised "Slum", maybe it's because of the document signed by LEEFOUNDATION, maybe it's because Mukang really can't think of any fraudulent traps that can be laid by checking a flight.

Or maybe it was just because of this moment, the young man's eyes were clean and clear.

Mu Kang took out his mobile phone and asked, "Flight number?"

The young man immediately said: "EK356."

Mu Kang entered EK356 in the search box, and the flight information popped up immediately. It was a flight from Dubai.

"It's already landing, about 10 minutes before landing, No. 3 baggage carousel." Mukang said.

The young man nodded gratefully: "Thank you sir, thank you sir, you are a good man."

Mu Kang hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you live in... slum?"

The young man said generously, "Yes, sir."

Mu Kang: "Is there a flood in the north?"

"Yes." The young man's smile faded for a second, and he immediately said optimistically, "But the rainy season is almost over, and it will get better soon."

Mu Kang nodded, took out the cigarette case and handed the young man a cigarette.The young man was astonished, as if he had found a treasure: "Thank you very much, sir, you are such a good man!"

He put the cigarette under his nose and sniffed it before carefully putting it in his shirt pocket, like an old smoker who is undergoing the test of quitting smoking.

The black-and-white social etiquette of "You pass the cigarette and I light it" did not get the response it deserved, so Mu Kang had to temporarily suppress the cigarette addiction that he had been holding back all the way: "I want to go there to see, how should I go?"

The young man thought for a while and said enthusiastically, "Sir, I will give you a number. You can call them and ask them."

Mu Kang was taken aback: "What?"

"It's a travel agency run by my friend." The young man miraculously took out a blank piece of paper from the messy documents in his arms, found a pen out of nowhere, quickly wrote down a series of numbers and handed them to Mu Kang, "My name is Louis, just say I introduced you."

"The price is absolutely reasonable." Louis blinked slyly, looked at his watch, "I'm leaving, thank you sir, I wish you a pleasant journey, goodbye."

Mu Kang: "...bye."

He found parking spot No. 14, but the pick-up person hadn't arrived yet.Mu Kang lighted a cigarette in a relaxed way, puffing out the clouds in enjoyment, while thinking to himself: Why is there still a feeling of being fooled?

In the end, Mukang still held the idea of ​​"the soldiers come to cover the water and the soil, anyway, it's not that you can't win, or you can run if you can't win", and called the number Louis gave. In fact, it is not a travel agency, but an independent tour guide. Intermediaries who introduce jobs.

Through them, Mukang found a dark-skinned boy who took private jobs, and said that he wanted to experience the slums soaked by floods all year round.The younger brother is called Xin Ji, and he speaks good English, so he is not surprised by this request. After negotiating the price, he took Mu Kang directly to a small wooden boat that seemed to be falling apart.

The rainy season in Jakarta lasts nearly half a year from October to March.The slums in the north are hit by floods almost every year. Residents struggle and wait humblely to survive. Day after day and year after year, they gradually realize that they can neither fight the flood nor wait for rescue.

Where the slums are, so are their homes.The government is weak, the NGOs are weak, and the residents can only learn to live with the floods peacefully and try their best to build their houses higher and higher.

The two drifted in the foul-smelling water as they pleased.From time to time, you pass by boats of the same type filled with victims, motorcycles struggling to wade through the water, cars with their roofs barely exposed, and strong swimmers who are not afraid of drowning.

It's really going with the flow, Mukang thought.

Steam is steaming on the water.The boat passed by rows of dirty houses, and the residents watched Mu Kang's boat go away, and then turned their heads to the other side blankly.The young woman was washing her clothes in knee-high dirty water under the scorching sun, not knowing exactly what she wanted to wash off.On the upper floor of them sit children who have never tasted ups and downs, and old people who have forgotten the day and night. The dirty water at the door of the house will never recede, just like the never-fading sorrow of life.

"Fortunately, the rainy season is almost over," Singji said with a sigh.

Mu Kang was in a daze amidst the miraculous noise and the endless heat waves. The sun made his soul go out of his body, and he seemed to touch the voice of heaven vaguely.

Ave Maria.

Schubert's soul, Liszt's flesh and blood.

In this situation, with eyes full of hardships in the world, they all hope to be comforted by this music.

Mu Kang's hard-hearted heart suddenly became sour.He came back to his senses, spent a minute to settle his emotions, and was surprised by the strange touch on his chest.

Then he heard it.

Someone is playing the piano.

The sound of the piano is long and moving, as if from heaven.

Xinji couldn't help but said, "It's so beautiful."

"Go and have a look." Mukang said.

The boat passed through the messy and crowded residential buildings, and the terrain in front of it was getting higher and higher, slowly revealing a piece of dry and cracked flat land, with a few buildings that could be regarded as dangerous buildings scattered here and there.Xin Ji stopped the boat and signaled Mu Kang to get off the boat and walk.

The sound of the piano weakened, like a pedestrian slowing down, looking back and waiting for something.

A childish and confident human voice sounded, replacing the melody of the left hand of the piano, singing the familiar song loudly.

The German pronunciation is very unskilled, the intonation is only so-so, and the resonance has no depth.The piano in the lower part reflects everything pure and sacred.

so gorgeous.

The endless noise around here is like a fault, the noise disappears, and everyone holds their breath, for fear of disturbing the music from heaven.

Xin Ji stood barefoot behind Mu Kang, his eyes were red.His clothes were filthy and torn with no original color, and his brown face was lined and sweaty, with mud stuck to his nails.

He unconsciously burst into tears.

Mu Kang walked towards the nearest dangerous building. The doors and windows were so sparse that only the frames were left, allowing sunlight to pass through easily. A girl was bathing in it and was singing with her eyes closed.

She was dressed in clothes that looked like they had been washed in dirty water, but she looked like an angel. Next to her were a group of equally disheveled children wandering around and listening quietly.

And behind her, there is a piano with only skeletons left, and a man sitting upright playing the piano.

The sound of the piano was flowing at his fingertips, and the unconcealable breath of a master came with the wind, enveloping Mu Kang gently.

Yes.Mu Kang thought quietly, of course it was him.

Only him.

This figure has appeared in Mu Kang's mind so many times, so many times that Mu Kang knows it clearly with just one glance, and dare not look at it again.He turned around indifferently, leaning his back against the dust-covered outer wall, and in front of his eyes were the steaming flood and Xinji who was crying silently.

Music flies to the distance with soothing power, trying to save the endless suffering in the world.

The equatorial sun is cruel and dazzling, tirelessly trying to burn his soul accustomed to darkness.Mu Kang closed his eyes in pain, something in his heart was collapsing.

He and Lin Yan are only separated by a wall at this moment, but it seems to be separated by a world.

Lin Yan is in the sky.

And he sank into the turbid world.

The author has something to say

AveMaria: formerly known as EllensdritterGesang (Ellen'sThirdSong, D.839, Op.52, No.6), is Franz Schubert (FranzSchubert) based on WalterScott's poem "The Lady of the Lake" made the sixth of seven songs , written in 1825.Liszt (FranzLiszt) later arranged three piano versions.