Chapter 70: Wendou——《前尘忆梦》(上)

At the end of the voice, the white jade was slowly lowered by Lin Xiao, but he still did not open his eyes and his face was sloppy, seemingly reminiscent of what was hard. And everyone is still immersed in the voice of Yu Yinying, and they don’t wake up... A voice, they dreamyly present the magic of all things in front of their eyes, and let them see a person from tender, beautiful to mature. And then to the end of the life.
They are like a dream, and they see a life that they are destined to walk step by step. What brought them into the dream is the voice with infinite magic.
They were shocked. If they didn't today, they always thought that the snoring brought about the enjoyment of hearing, but they never thought that a voice completely touched their heartstrings, and they described the scene in their hearts. Picture. What a magical and incredible snoring, and what kind of strange person can play such a snoring.
In addition to shocking, they never think of anything else.
I don't know how many people even thought that they actually had a dream, and they haven't woken up until now.
"This song has the same name as this one, and it is called "Red Dust and One Dream". It is my daily must-have song. Every time I blow up, I will remember my dead mother, and her voice will be like her call. It made me feel that she didn't leave me, but always stayed with me and watched me walk through every step of my life." Lin Xiao whispered, and the corner of his eyes was slightly wet. This is the first time he has played "Red Dust and Dream" in front of so many people. There is no accident in response to the public, and there is no pride, because in his heart, this is normal.
His voice is very low, not enough to awaken people from shock. Until the dragon 胤 胤 一 胤 胤 : : : : : : : : : : 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤 胤This song should only be in the sky, and there are a few times in the world. I have heard countless sounds in this life. Today, I know that compared with the song "Red Dust and Dream", the sound that I heard before is really unbearable and difficult to hear. You When I mentioned that the secular sound is not worthy of comparison with your voice, I still don’t think so. Now I finally believe that your voice and the painting technique of Wuchen can’t be compared with the art of the world. Two people, it is the blessing of God, God bless me!"
Long Yin’s voice was generous and he did not hide the excitement, exclamation, appreciation and gratification. His words awakened everyone and shouted their hearts. For a time, the excitement on the field rang, these ordinary people were not screaming, and the most eloquent people who praised the awards used the most gorgeous words they could think of to admire the snoring, praised Lin Xiao, and even felt that they still Far from enough. How can the world's gorgeous words qualify to modify the voice that should only be in the sky.
Today, they re-recognized Ye Jiawuchen and re-recognized Lin Jialin's singer--a shocking talent that can blow Tianle.
Everyone is convinced that Lin Xiao won this game. Because they don't believe that there is still any voice that can surpass the "Red Dust Dream", a voice that brings everyone into a dreamlike wonderland, telling a person's dream life, which is sad for the mother. Reminiscence, the hustle and bustle of life, each of them listens to and resonates with them.
Among these people, Ye Wuchen is also included. He never thought that Lin Xiao’s accomplishments on the shackles had reached such a terrible level.
"Sure enough!" Ye Wuchen said to Lin Xiao.
"Oh... it’s half my life." Lin Xiaoxiao replied with no expression.
"Oh? Oh... For me, you are just a musical instrument, that's it. Is it just that if you can't touch it in the future, it's about half the life lost?" Ye Wuchen has some fun. Said.
"Yes!"
"Unless you have absolute confidence, don't take your own life to make a bet for this indifferent game, and there is no bet on any return. This is only a fool who can make it. Maybe you think you have absolute certainty. But I think……"
Ye Wuchen did not say it. The snoring in his ear did not dissipate for a long time. He sighed with a sigh of relief and shouted: "Let me listen to me first."
The clear voice made them feel shocked, and finally calmed down gradually, and their eyes refocused on Ye Wuchen, looking forward to his performance.
Ye Wuchen said with a smile: "Lin Gongzi's art is not worthy of fame, and people admire it. Even in the next, there is no better grasp than Lin Gongzi. But I am a family who has retired from the war, but still wants to Dedicated to ugliness."
He glanced at the long scorpion in the hands of Lin Xiao, and then said: "Lin Gongzi is the relic of his mother. It depends on life, never leaves, and naturally does not allow others to touch. So this is 10,000. I don't know if any of my predecessors and friends have come with me, and I will be grateful for the next use.
The sound fell. He didn't look at the audience, but he stared at Hua Shui. So he smiled and looked at her softly. He didn't leave for a moment.
People in the field, look at me, I look at you, but no one can take it out. They came here to watch the game between Junior Junjie, who will bring nothing to bring. In addition, non-piano and string instruments need to be played with lips. No matter who is a man or a woman, who would be willing to share with others, because there is no essential difference between sharing the same chopsticks with others. So even if someone brings it, it will not be possible to take it out - of course, except for those who are springing up, hate women who can't immediately hang on. The jade people give 箫, this is the meaning of entrusting life, they are thousands of willing, but they suffer from innocence.
Huashui’s heartbeat was so powerful that he looked up again and again, and hanged again and again, because every time she secretly raised her dagger, she always touched the gaze that made her heartbeat suddenly speed up. She glared at her face that had become red, and whispered: "Don't it be discovered by him?"
For a long time, no one has come out, and the scene suddenly became awkward. Long Hao also frowned: "Can someone bring you a donkey?"
If there is no flaw, this contest can no longer be carried out. If you come back to the palace, you don’t know when it will be delayed.
Hua Shui quietly looked up, still seeing Ye Wuchen's soft-eyed gaze, with a faint hope in his eyes, the eyes seemed to want to tell her: even if others gave me, I would not accept it, I only I want your one.
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