Chapter 72: Sound

At this moment, Chu Yunyi couldn't believe what he heard. He looked at the person in front of him blankly and met for the first time ...
The person in front of him was in a black suit. The whole person was like a young master from a European castle. His temperament was deep and cold. Most importantly, the eyes of the person in front of him were different from what he had seen. His eyes are blue, like the most beautiful gem in the world, but now, the pupils in front of him are black, like an abyss.
"... you, who are you?"
Chu Yunyi's voice was a bit dull, and a crazy idea appeared in his mind, but he couldn't be sure how, because there has been only one sound, and everyone has only one sound in his life, and his sound, It wasn't him for a long time.
Xiao Qingrong stood there, catching the corner of his mouth and holding up a most mysterious smile.
"Your music is gloomy, manic, and sullen, full of complaints about this world and unwillingness to your own life. I was born here, and the night gave you destined inspiration, and I was born in your dark music. The sound. "
Everyone's world has two sides, one is pure and flawless, the other is dark exploration, and Xiao Qingrong's voice is born from the suppressed and unexplainable violent mood of Chu Yunyi. It is because of this that he was given A pair of eyes like dark abyss.
The drowsy Chu Yunyi's eyes fell on Xiao Qingrong's eyes, and after a long time, he seemed to be certain.
When he was seventeen years old, the music he wrote was brisk and full of expectations for all the good things in this world, so the music soul he called out was a teenager with a clear blue pupil. He liked to wear a white shirt and smiled like an angel. And now, the person standing in front of him who says he is the sound of himself is probably his present?
The black pupils seemed to pull people into the abyss in the next second, so that Chu Yunyi sighed in his heart and felt that he was sorry to the people in front of him.
Even if he is full of complaints about life and is full of resentment about everything he has experienced, he hopes that his voice is happy and full of dreams, because the existence of the voice is to bring dreams to the listener and bring The best dream in this world.
"Do you have a name?"
For ten years, he regained his own voice, and Chu Yunyi was not happy, and even felt that it was a joke that God rejoiced with him, because such a voice made Chu Yunyi feel that he should not have it.
Music was supposed to bring happiness and comfort to everyone, but did the soul born in his dark life like this also taste his painful taste?
"Xiao Qingrong."
Given his own name, Xiao Qingrong reached out and saw a bright red rose flower suddenly bloom on his hand, and the petals bloomed slowly, handing it towards Chu Yunyi.
Chu Yunyi was a bit unclear. So he reached out to touch the rose flower, but next second, the thorn under the rose flower touched his finger. The pain caused him to retract his hand, and it was a little aggressive. .
"hiss……"
He squeezed his fingers and found that the fingers were still intact, but the pain was real. The mood in front of the person in front of him was particularly complicated, because the sound in front of him must have a high level, and the things that had been transformed could already be. It hurts, at least this level is the sound of eight or more.
A newly born sound soul has such a high grade, which makes Chu Yunyi happy and overwhelmed.
"You hurt, it proves that you still care about these things, Chu Yunyi, do you want to make everyone fall in love with your music? Addicted to your music?"
Xiao Qingrong feels that Chu Yunyi in front of him is really talented. The way he plays the piano is different from himself. Playing the piano by himself is just a real trick, but Chu Yunyi is different. He The piano is full of self-feeling. After the rendering is magnified, it is even more irresistible. Although this kind of music gives a dark and gloomy feeling, it is not undesirable.
Upon hearing Xiao Qingrong's words, Chu Yunyi's eyes flashed for a moment, but then went out, revealing a bitter smile, and then he looked at himself with both hands, those white and slender, more suitable than anyone's hands to play the piano.
"I can't write music for a long time ... I can't write that happy music, and there is only endless torture and sadness. How can people like me make people like my music?"
Nowadays, the music scene is gentle and soothing, or is full of beautiful songs. These songs can positively affect the psionicist. After the psionicist listens to the scene, he can soothe and upgrade the power, even the most powerful Heavenly King today. The superstar Huo Tiancheng is because the song tracks can soothe many abilities, relieve their abilities, and trigger the ability upgrade to be so hot.
Those gloomy, sad, and even unsettled tunes are simply not suitable for survival in the current music scene.
Since the events of that year, Chu Yunyi has long been unable to write tracks. The tracks he wrote were dark and sad, full of complaints against this world, full of his own anxiety, and full of confrontation and struggle against this world.
Like a bird trapped in a cage, trying to break free of everything, it is like waiting for the dawn in the night, trying to catch the dawn before dawn ...
This kind of music is destined not to be mainstream music, and it won't make people like it. It may even cause a sudden change in abilities, so Chu Yunyi knows that his music road has come to an end.
Perceived Chu Yunyi's sadness, Xiao Qingrong held his hand, and the rose in the palm of the hand turned into a petal, and then a ringing finger, I saw Chu Yunyi's palm, and a rose flower gradually bloomed in an instant, let Chu Yunyi I almost didn't dare to move. Although I knew that all these were illusions, all were illusions made by the sound spirit, but Chu Yunyi was still reluctant to look at the rose in his palm.
"What about me? I was born in these tracks full of hatred and sadness. I sense your anger and ambition, and understand your ambition and sorrow. My appearance is to make you the only person in the world who can grieve others. People, do n’t you want to see, what ’s it like to impress others with your tunes? Your music is happy, everyone laughs the best look, and your music is sad, let everyone cry for your singing, Don't you want to have this feeling? "
Xiao Qingrong's gaze was directed at Chu Yunyi. At the moment, his voice was full of temptation, just like a demon, trying to pull Chu Yunyi into the darkness.
Chu Yunyi also looked at his own soul. After a lapse of ten years, the newly born soul, his own ... the second soul.
Yeah, even if you want to give up all of this, you have never thought about it. Will the sound in front of you be willing?
Any sound spirit is born in music. It is with the love of the musicians for music that this sound spirit was born. The existence of the sound spirit is to allow more people to perceive the charm of these music ...
If you don't let a sound spirit exert its own power, what use is it for this master?
"Am I ... OK?"
It is full of uneasy questions. It has been ten years since Chu Yunyi gave up his dream. Even if he has written numerous tunes, he has not been able to stand on the stage again. Now, looking at the eyes The sound spirit, which seems to be the same as it was then, seems to be different. Chu Yunyi is full of doubts about himself.
"You can, as long as you want, I can always create the most magnificent illusion for you, no one can escape my illusion."
Music is full of emotions, and the illusion is also the same. The illusions created by the sound spirit are complementary to the music, and then make it easier for the listener to integrate into the tune. Everything he's doing now is just a breeze for him.
In the end Chu Yunyi was also understood, nodded, indicating that he would work hard.
Xiao Qingrong then stood beside Chu Yunyi, watching Chu Yunyi write the tunes. He is a very talented musician. Even if he has not appeared on the stage in the past ten years, there are not many tunes written, but for the sake of Xiao Qingrong and Chu Yunyi planned to write new songs. In order to match his sound, he hoped that he could write the best works.
Xiao Qingrong finally started to let Chu Yunyi take the first step to return to the throne, and Huo Tiancheng is already going crazy here.
In the seven-star hotel here in Guangyang, Huo Tiancheng looked at the sound of the wind and suddenly didn't know how to draw the wind, it was almost invisible.
In front of Huo Tiancheng, there was a man wearing a white shirt. He only wore a shirt. The white legs below were so dazzling and dazzling. The hair did not know why it turned into long hair. Rising, exposing the delicate eyebrows, just sitting on the swing from the disillusioned, wagging, letting people see that his mood does not seem very good.
"What the is wrong with you? Don't you like the new music? If you don't like it, we can change it. We can find a more powerful composer to write. Don't you be so unhappy?"
Huo Tiancheng has the patience to talk to the person in front of him for ten years. He has been with the sound in front of him for ten years. The other party still does not allow himself to call his name. Only the direct speaking is allowed. Although Huo Tiancheng is unhappy, the other party ’s ability It's too strong to be able to pull a musician casually. Huo Tiancheng doesn't like music, but just like the appearance of being sought after by everyone on the stage, so he can't lose the sound. If he loses the sound, he's grade 9 I am afraid that the title of Tianjie Artist will die out ...
The person shaking on the swing, after hearing Huo Tiancheng's voice, slowly raised his head and glanced at the other side.
"You're so annoying, can you get out?"