Chapter 73: Sound

Shadow looked annoyingly at the man in front of him. There were more people he had seen. Whether this person was sincere or false, he could see through at a glance.
It feels wonderful to wake up again, just like everything has restarted, but the shadow still misses Zi Zi. He remembers Zi Zi's gentle voice, and thinks of Zi Zi crying. He doesn't want to make her cry, but in this world, Only death is irreparable.
Some are unhappy playing with their long hair, and Shadow knows that he has come to a modern world. This world can be said to be even more advanced, but he is not a human, but a soul, a soul created by music.
Each soul has his own sense of music, and he knows who created him. At a glance, he can see that the person in front of him is not the person who created him, because he does not understand music at all.
Huo Tiancheng didn't think of it. For ten years, ten years, he took heart and soul with this sound, and wished to meet all the requirements of the other party, but the other party always gave him a face, not only this, but also this To him, the concert was coming, but the other party was so gloomy and swearing, making Huo Tiancheng unacceptable.
In the past, although Yin Ling said that he did not like to care about people, he never said such things to him, but now he does this to himself. Do n’t he know that he is his master? Thinking of this, Huo Tiancheng was even more furious, but just thought of the power of this sound, and tried to suppress his violent temper.
"Okay, I don't bother you. I just care about you. The concert will start in two days. You are so unhappy. I am worried about you."
He tried to soften his voice, but the shadow of sitting on the swing was looking up at Huo Tiancheng in amazement.
"Concert?" After that, he laughed, but the smile was full of irony.
"I don't want to have a concert, you cancel it."
He made this request arbitrarily, and let Huo Tiancheng take a look. Then he couldn't believe the look suddenly started to rebel against his own spirit. Obviously, the sound was quite obedient. Why did it suddenly become this way?
"This concert has been scheduled for half a month ago, and it can't be changed. If you are unhappy, you can speak up and I will help you solve it, but the concert must be performed."
The attitude gradually strengthened. Huo Tiancheng's tolerance for so many years was to keep the sound obedient and obedient to his side, but now the other party is not obedient. Of course, Huo Tiancheng's attitude will not be so good. Moreover, this decade In time, Huo Tiancheng was no longer the trembling child. He was touted to the sky, and he really thought that he was the Uranus superstar who exploded the entire nebula.
The shadow person, in fact, is plain, it is typical to eat soft and not hard. If you go along with him, it is okay to say that everything can be solved, but if you insist on confronting him, of course he will not compromise. .
He raised his eyebrows, and the good-looking face of the shadow looked at the man in front of him, and then he waved his hand, and saw that a water dragon appeared from his fingertips and flew towards Huo Tiancheng, hitting Huo Tiancheng's face directly, and fusing Huo Tiancheng. His face was embarrassed.
When the level of a soul reaches a certain level, the things it illusions will become real things. At this time, the cold water stains on Huo Tiancheng's face have proved the power of shadows. He is a well-deserved ninth order. Sound, very good.
"Did you support the concert? I'm obviously helping out. I don't want to sing now, and I don't have the mood to listen to your mindless songs. At this concert, if you have to start, you sing yourself. "
He looked at the person in front of him without any counsel. The shadow knew that the other party could not take himself. He had obtained all his memory of inheritance. Although it was the sound, he was not the sound of Huo Tiancheng, but belonged to another person. Huo Tiancheng used Huo's mystery to him over and tied him up.
Huo Tiancheng was originally embarrassed after being splashed with water. At this time, he heard the shadow full of ironic sounds, almost instantaneously. The provocative self-esteem exploded in place instantly, and his eyes looked at the shadow in front of him like a fire. , Rushed directly towards the other ...
It is a pity that he forgot that this man who acted on him was not an ordinary human being, but a musical spirit created by the change of music, so after rushing through, he passed directly through the existence of the shadow and flung to the wall.
The swing of the shadow swung around, and then looked at Huo Tiancheng, who was embarrassed and hummed.
"Should you show your fans, what kind of face do they like, do you sing? Except for me, you have nothing."
After speaking, the shadows gradually turned into feathers and disappeared in front of Huo Tiancheng. This is the case for the sound spirit, which is complementary to the host. Although they are with the host, they are not always present at all times. Many times they will Hidden next to the host to rest, when the host sang, he began to substitute more people into the song.
With the disappearance of the shadow, Huo Tiancheng could not do anything. As long as the shadow did not agree to hold a concert, he did not dare to open a concert. Especially, the people who buy his concert now are not ordinary listeners. They all want to upgrade their powers. There is no shadow illusion, and what promotion powers are just right and wrong.
Thinking of this, Huo Tiancheng's hand fell on the wall fiercely. For the first time, he became resentful of this so-called sound spirit. Why can't the sound spirit be like a pet? Please? Isn't he his master?
Speaking of which, the relationship between the soul and the master is actually very magical, not the master-slave relationship, because the music created by each person is different, and the sounds born in their music are of course different types.
Chu Yunyi was only seventeen years old at first, and was full of the best yearnings for this world, so the tunes written were light and soft, with infinite expectations and longing for the future. His voice was born in such music. A white suit and flying feathers are all looking forward to a better future.
Of course, other people also have their own abilities. Some people are children, some are old people, and some are the illusions of their loved ones. These sounds can upgrade and lead musicians to higher distances, but But it will die.
When its owner loses his love for music and starts to give up music, the spirit will gradually decline until it completely dies.
In the past ten years, Chu Yunyi's voice followed Huo Tiancheng. The key reason why he can become stronger and stronger is because Chu Yunyi has never given up his love of music, even if he writes those The song full of resentment is also full of passion and love for music, which is completely different from Huo Tiancheng.
Xiao Qingrong didn't know that he would still meet an old friend. He was now standing next to Chu Yunyi. Since Chu Yunyi re-determined to go on the road to music, he has spent almost all his time on On creation.
The handsome man was gone. What was left was a person who had become a little decadent because of staying up all night. His hair had become a bird's nest, and his clothes were in a mess. The ground was full of written tunes, those tunes. Yun Yi was unwilling, and even felt piercing.
The man sitting there held a guitar, adjusted a few scales, and started to play the composed piece, but it was obviously a cheerful piece. After playing it, it sounded awkward and cheerful scales. Extremely dry and soulless.
"No, it's not like this, it's not ..."
Chu Yunyi put the guitar aside, picked up the pen hanging on his ear, and started to write again, while Xiao Qingrong flew to the side and picked up the tunes he dropped on the ground to start watching, but he wanted to know What works Chu Yunyi wrote made him so dissatisfied.
Eyes fell on this tune, Xiao Qingrong hummed in his heart, but his brows grew deeper and deeper, because this tune is really too happy and happy, people have a false feeling, there is no real sense at all, listen It's also strange.
Continue to watch another song. Although Xiao Qingrong didn't sing fully, he still has the ability to watch the song. After watching one, his brows were frowned. After watching another, he still frowned. After watching several Only Xiao Qingrong found out that what Chu Yunyi has done are those songs full of happiness and warmth, but now he is not suitable for such songs, including his sound, and he is completely unsuited to such songs.
"No ... it's not like this ..."
Putting the guitar aside again, Chu Yunyi clutched his head hard, and was about to bald the hair on his head. At this time, his face was full of unexplainable irritability. He seemed to forget that he was not the original That innocent boy, now he is just a man full of resentment and pain after being oppressed by life and the world.
It's like the youth that has passed away. I'm afraid that my feelings on music have already changed a lot.
"Why do you write these things? I don't like them."
In a word, Chu Yunyi, who was working hard, paused, stopped, turned to look at the sound spirit standing there, holding his own manuscript. He said he was called Xiao Qingrong.
"You, don't you like it?"
What's the point of writing more works by yourself, if you don't like them?
For a moment, Chu Yunyi seemed to be hit, and suddenly became stunned. A pair of originally anxious eyes were full of frustration. Looking at the manuscript on the table, he wanted to admit his failure for the first time ...
Is he so bad? Don't even Yin Ling like his work?