Chapter 72: Wendou - "The Dream of the Dust" (below)

The storms are constantly coming, again and again, and once more than once. Every time, it will become dying, but every time, it will stand up reluctantly, and then laugh at the sky, laughing at God and never want to take away his life.
drop……
This is the sound of tears falling, I don’t know when, they are bursting into tears. The snoring of the screams made them tremble at first, then gradually turned into sharp sharp knives, piercing them deep into their hearts, making them painful, even the soul violently shuddered. .
They feel the kind of desperate pain, and the obsessions that never give up in the tender heart, the heart, the trembling is getting stronger and stronger. The pain, they ask themselves absolutely no way to bear, they are more willing to choose to die in the torture of the cone to solve the problem. But the immature creatures squatted again and again, and then grew up tenaciously, never even bringing their own suffering to others. At the same time, they began to be ashamed. The pain they had experienced was so insignificant compared to what he had suffered, and his tenacity and strength made them even unaccompanied.
The pain finally came to an end... because it suddenly fell asleep and sleeped so safely. In the darkness and silence, it slumbers to sleep until one year... two years... ten years.
The half-minute snoring sounded the end of the note at this time. When the jasper licked his lips, his sorrows flashed sadness, but it was fleeting. The next second, he is already a light smile.
Quiet, incomparably quiet, even the wind seems to completely hide its existence, without the slightest whistle. He did not break the atmosphere, but smiled and stood there, watching the faces that had been wet with tears. Among them, there were young boys and girls, unspeakable majestic generals, old people with cranes and children. There are even flowers and the Emperor Dragon.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
The crisp applause shattered the sad and desperate dreams of heartbreaking. As the dragon clap clap, the clap of the beating sounds quickly became a palm of applause, mixed with the sobbing of the girl, and it was far and far away. . Let the guards at the Royal Academy of Tianlong face each other and let the passers there pass by.
The applause of Tianchen Mainland is not worth much like the applause of Huaxia Modern. Only when the heart is excited to the extreme, will they release their feelings in this way. For example... the moment when Tianlongguo repelled the gale country. Ye Wuchen's amazing painting skills and Lin Xiao's amazing voice did not attract applause, but at this time, they dedicated the applause to a voice.
In the field, I don’t know how many people tried hard to wipe the tears that couldn’t stop, and I don’t know how many people were crying when they clapped their hands. What is the voice of the heart, they really feel it, this short voice, let them clearly feel the pain of despair, the sadness of heartbreak.
In Wang Wei’s arms, Wang Wenxi’s tears drenched a large piece of his chest. While crying, he cried with a heartache:
My poor child... He must have suffered too much in my heart, my mother is really Too bad, in the future... what should I take to compensate my child..."
Ye Wei patted her back, did not speak, but raised her head to dispel the mist in her eyes. On the battlefield, how many times he was seriously injured, he died of danger, he did not flow a tear, and saw how many brothers and sisters who died in life and death died in front of him. His heart was like a knife, but still did not stay. A tearful tear, ten years ago, his mother who had relied on his life died of illness. He squatted for five days without eating or drinking until he finally fell into a coma. From the beginning to the end, he still did not shed a tear. Because he is the Yejia man of the iron skeleton, he only bleeds and does not cry for life.
Nowadays, no matter how hard he endures, there is still a drop of water that overflows from his eyes and slowly slips. Because the heart is so painful, he never knows that the heart can still be so painful, and this kind of heartache comes from a voice, from the person who plays the voice. Without real experience, how could it be possible to play such a heartbreaking grief?
Chen Er... What have you experienced?
Huashui softly squinted, crying like a pear with rain, and the fragrant towel on his body was completely soaked, and through the tears of the man who looked at the sapphire who originally belonged to her, she actually had There is an impulse to rush to hug him. Even the flowers around her were stunned by a few eyes, muttering to himself: "This voice is really evil, and it’s too evil... Mom, I can’t stand it, my heart. I was so confused that I was exactly the same as my wife who died."
In the corner, a trembling body asked with a more trembling voice: "Chen... you told your grandfather, this song... What is its name?"
Among the entire square, only Ye Wuchen was a self-confident person. He smiled and replied: "This song is improvised and has not had time to take a name. Don't name it, because after the blow, I have forgotten all of it now. ""
Such a shocking sound is actually just an impromptu... What an amazing talent you need, how deep you can do it! ? They were shocked and shocked. Perhaps the shock of their lives adds up, and there is not much that comes today. When they came here, they just wanted to watch a few wonderful games and add some embellishments to the boring and orderly life. But they did not expect that they witnessed an amazing scene that could never be seen before, or even impossible to believe. They are worried that this is a dream, because everything is so unreal, and I am afraid that this is a dream, I am afraid that this dreamy and incredible thing will disappear after the dream wakes up.
Some people who have come to Tianlong City for a thousand miles to prepare for a visual feast are even more embarrassed. It was a wise choice to come to Tianlongcheng.
"No! This song has never been seen in the history of Tianchen. Although you have forgotten it, your grandfather has firmly remembered it in your heart. Every note doesn't dare to remember, and the grandfather believes that everyone present will remember it. For a lifetime. Although it is impossible for anyone to play the charm of the beauty, but in the future, it will inevitably flow into the world, so that everyone who loves to know what is the highest realm of jealousy. Chen Er, it is a request for the grandfather, If there is no name for this song, it will be a great regret for me in this life." Wang Boyue said that the more excited, the last is actually a pleading. As a teacher of Long Yao, he learned a lifetime like a sea. Today, his heart is completely convinced by one person, and this person is his grandson, Ye Wuchen.
"In this case, this song is called - "Before the Dream"," said Ye Wuchen. He didn't lie, and when he dropped the last note, he had completely forgotten the piece. Since it is a dream, why bother to be attentive. Since it is the past, let him go. At that time, he was a grass that would die in a storm at any time. Now, he has vowed to become a heavenly tree.
Forget it... forget the vague past, forget the confusion, and forget the pain of the past. When you have enough strength, the lost past will naturally appear in front of you.
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