Chapter 74: Sound

Chu Yunyi's eyes were full of sorrow and doubts about himself. For so many years, although Chu Yunyi has not given up his own music creation, he has long since gone from innocent and ignorant to his indignation now, his music The restlessness, with a prejudice against the world, and the struggle for self-meaning, have long since disappeared from their innocence.
"My birth is from your creation of music, I was born of your stubbornness, your hatred and sadness, so I have a black pupil, because you want to see the world through black, in countless hardships Struggling in the midst of your life, your music is full of unwillingness to fate, as well as challenges and innovations to yourself. Do you think ... can I, like this, transform into an illusionary dream?
Xiao Qingrong's face was expressionless. A pair of dark eyes like the abyss stared at Chu Yunyi so calmly, as if to see through the soul of the other side.
Of course, Chu Yunyi also looked at his dark eyes, such as his own soul. In these eyes, he seemed to see his former self, that ridiculous and crazy creative self, all his resentment and anger, all Poured into the music, so the outlined soul is so indifferent. These black pupils are even more pure black, and they don't see any beauty at all, and the coldness is like a god.
"I was born of works that made you crazy, just like this piano, and in my eyes, like you."
Xiao Qingrong flew to the piano, and then sat there. A pair of long fingers were placed on the piano. Chu Yunyi couldn't help but stand up and walked towards Xiao Qingrong. He heard the piano jingle, and then this Yin Ling's fingers seemed to bloom like flowers. The bright red roses bloomed on the keys. Each time Xiao Qingrong clicked the piano keys, the most beautiful red bloomed.
The sound of the music changed from calm to intense. Chu Yunyi didn't know how many times he had played this tune, and every time he felt unwilling, he would play this tune frantically. Even, he also played for this tune. The name is "Willfulness", from the calmness of water, to the subsequent passion and madness, and then to the dawn of the last day, it is all his so-called wishful thinking. He misses his own soul and attempts to remind himself of his existence with this song. Now another soul is sitting in front of him and playing the piece.
With Xiao Qingrong's piano sound, the rose flowers began to gradually spread. On Xiao Qingrong's fingertips and the piano body, it quickly spread to Chu Yunyi's feet. At this moment, Chu Yunyi's eyes suddenly changed and changed. His room disappeared, and he saw a large field of rose flowers. His voice sat there, playing the tracks he wrote himself, the shoes under his feet suddenly disappeared, and his bare feet stood naked in the rose flower. In the above, the stinging instantly spread from the toes to various parts of the body, and blood penetrated into the rose.
Such a wonderful illusion was never seen by Chu Yunyi. Since his voice was taken away by the Huo family in the past, he has never seen any concerts, naturally he would never see such a beautiful scene. Illusions, even if blood was dripping from the feet, but they still showed a dreamy and blurred expression.
This is the role of the spirit, which can make people who listen to music indulge in music, or in the illusion of music, in the past, Chu Yunyi never thought about his own "misunderstanding" , Will be such a dreamy fantasy.
When Chu Yunyi was obsessed with such an environment, Xiao Qingrong's next piano sound was as if it had opened a dark dawn. From the original anger to lightness, the piano is a very fascinating instrument The sound it emits can be shocking or soothing, such a piano sound seems to tear the dark sound, so that the red rose that originally jumped on the keys gradually develops another color, From the deepest part of the flower, the cleanest white slowly spread ...
This "delusional thought" was what Chu Yunyi wanted to write after losing his voice. From the joy at the beginning to the later resentment, to the resumption of the peak circuit, he wrote all the emotions of Chu Yunyi.
White and white roses gradually began to replace those bright red roses, slowly spreading from Xiao Qingrong's fingertips, layer after layer, blooming, climbing from the piano to Chu Yunyi's feet, let Chu Yunyi's feet blockbuster The red roses were replaced by white roses, and the stings on the feet also disappeared. A wind that did not know where it came from blew up, and raised a large white petal.
Can't help but reach out and let the petals fall in the palm of his hand, Chu Yunyi's nose is the fragrance of this white rose, and the whiteness of his palm makes him stand there blankly.
I don't know how long, Xiao Qingrong stood up, crossed the white rose, and came to Chu Yunyi.
"Look, this is my world. Red is dripping with blood and white is clean. You trample on the red rose and try to catch the white rose. This is an impossible thing. Chu Yunyi "Know yourself again, create your own music, create ... a new world of music, and become the king of that world."
The power of such a thing is very powerful. It belongs to one of the powers. Although it requires singing to play its effect, most musicians will use the sound as something to improve the power of others, but in Xiao Qingrong It seems that the sound spirit is also a very lethal thing. As long as the music is strong enough, the final result of any five middle school that comes to the sound spirit can only be extinction.
Chu Yunyi looked at the sound spirit in front of her, finally holding the rose petals in her hand, a pair of eyes immersed in the illusion, and finally rekindled the soul of music.
"I, I will do it!"
"I can do it!"
He repeated, not knowing whether to tell himself or to take an oath with Xiao Qingrong in front of him.
In the days that followed, Chu Yunyi started new creations, almost deaf to the world, and had no idea at all. Outside Guangyang City, he had already complained, because the nebulous entertainment company where Huo Tiancheng was located actually released The latest announcement indicates that the previously scheduled concert will be postponed, and the specific notice will wait for a long time, so that many fans who have bought tickets are grieved, but they are not afraid to say Huo Tiancheng, just that the organizer of the show has a problem, Anyway, it is the dog blood that scolded the host.
If it were before, Chu Yunyi would definitely observe these, but this time, Chu Yunyi was busy creating and ignored them at all, and he saw the latest news of the Nebula conscription.
"I want to participate in this conscription. I want to go and see the real battlefield. Instead of standing still here, I can never write the best work."
This is a decision made by Chu Yunyi after being influenced by Xiao Qingrong. No matter what kind of music is written, there must always be a certain experience. Only by personal experience and personal experience can you be qualified to describe and write.
Chu Yunyi wanted to take a look on the battlefield, looking for a new inspiration.
He finally knew clearly that his new sound was not like the pure sound before him. His new sound was powerful and fearless, and represented his determination and ambition!
"Yes, I want to see the battlefield too."
Xiao Qingrong is very satisfied with the decision made by Chu Yunyi. He has been in a safe world several times in a row. Although he encounters perverts or criminals, it is still a minority. What does the battlefield look like? Xiao Qingrong has never seen it. Too.
The nebula continent is not the only leader of the planet. On the other side of the nebula continent, there is a place called the Star Alliance. That place advocates war and is almost an all-people soldier. They love to fight, and they often wage war on the nebula continent Every year in the spring, when Nebula continent recruits troops, it wants to invade the nebula continent where peace is at a premium. In order to resist the invasion of the Star Alliance, many people join the army every year.
Chu Yunyi has never been to the battlefield before, so after signing up, he quickly received the notification from above, and then went to the place of reporting.
There are many people at the military headquarters. They all have various abilities, space abilities can transport materials, live abilities can check the enemy's sentiment, and combat abilities can fight against the enemy. Everyone has every power. I have a place where I can use it.
The officer responsible for recording everyone's abilities is the commander of this year's army. He came here to select talents. When he saw Chu Yunyi, who was somewhat weak, he was curious.
"first name."
"Chu Yunyi."
"age."
"Twenty-seven years old."
"Why did you join the army?"
"Because I want to feel the feeling of the army, I also want to contribute my ability to the country."
Captain Meng holding the information is looking at the power below the information-none.
A person with no ability turned out to choose to join the army, which made Captain Meng a little curious. Such a person would vocally say that he would contribute his abilities. A person without the ability would be a hindrance even if he was on the battlefield. ...
"Ability? You don't have any abilities. It would be dangerous to enter the battlefield. Are you sure you want to join the army?"
Every year, there are some enthusiastic young men joining the army, holding a enthusiasm of blood, but they have never realized the cruelty of war, and soldiers with abilities can die on the battlefield, let alone such a person without abilities Captain Meng decided that if the other party had to join the army, he would arrange him to the rear.
At least, it will be safer later.
Chu Yunyi knows that he has nothing but the soul, but Xiao Qingrong's face is exactly the same as his previous soul. Nearly 80% of the nebula continent knows Huo Tiancheng's soul, so he must hide it This fact, otherwise, Huo will not let him go.
"Yes, I want to join the army. Captain. Although I have no power, I hope that I can contribute to the country and the army. I respect the soldiers who defend our continent. They are all mine. idol!"
Now that it's time to start again, let's start with the army. His new inspiration is to create songs for these frontline soldiers who are fighting on the battlefield ...