Chapter 405: Broken string

Chapter 405 Broken Strings
When Yuyou returns, I only see the Taiyinzi gazing at the surroundings with utmost attention. If you give the knife, what kind of posture will it be?
Of course, it is like the dragon's unnamed but extremely hard-working front four with a knife guard.
"the host."
"Come back." Luo Qiu nodded. "Isn't there any trouble?"
The maidservant came close to me and whispered: "It is a monster with a good strength. It should be just a curiosity. There is no other meaning. I have already warned the other party. Master, can this be done?"
"According to what you mean, you can do it." Luo Qiu smiled and suddenly waved his clothes on the shoulders of the night, and picked up something.
"This is..." Yu night frowned. She always loved to be clean and not dusty.
"It looks like a hair." Luo Qiu waved and swept gently on the shoulder of the maid's lady. "It should be the monster left."
"Master, Younight is too big." I don't know why, the maid's face was the first time she showed a guilty look.
"You have said that it is a monster with a good strength. It is normal to have some small means that people can't notice."
Luo Qiu smiled and reached out to wipe out the wrinkles on the brows of the night. "The system of the East and the West is different. Our source of power is different from all the systems. It is not a strange thing to be aware of it once and for all.

Said, Luo Qiu looked at the short hair on his hand... golden hair, probably only half the length of the finger. Luo boss suddenly opened his palm and let the hair lie flat in his palm.
Suddenly, it automatically broke into countless small pieces, as fine as dust, and breathed a sigh of relief, and disappeared completely.
"It’s like a lion doesn’t pay much attention to the ants crawling on the ground.
Luo Qiu said, suddenly smiled, and then watched the night, "self-blame will not be used. But it’s okay, because it will look cute. Some, and I am seeing it for the first time."
Yu night nodded, but in an instant, she returned to the club's almost omnipotent maid lady look.
"Let's watch the show." Luo Qiu looked at the dance floor stage and saw two young men holding their own instruments at the same time, waving their hands and coming out from the stage.
Apart from anything else, the sound of the music is already remembered. As the guitarist, Cheng Yiran started the personal solo in the first time. The finger on the string is like a sturdy engine, which makes the effect of the sound improve again.
After Luo Qiu finished the last ‘Gin-Fizz’ and finished drinking, he suddenly said:
Taiyinzi, since you have found the gold master, go to work.

"Poor road... The poor road knows." The Taiyin nodded.
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Some people say that the rock in this country is dead. Others say that it is still there.
For Cheng Yiran, of course it is still there. For those who like it, it has been there.
But it is undeniable that no matter how many voices say it is still there, people who like it are always decreasing, and people who know it are getting fewer and fewer.
Such a situation may be really stinging to rock musicians... I can’t say no, all kinds of arguments, but in the end, I can’t cope with the mainstream public.
They either clamored for Confucianism in some forums, or they smashed a road to bring it to various large stages again and again.
However, in this country of 140,000 people, they are still too few and too few.
Does this country still have a day to reproduce the grand occasion of rock and roll fires all over the country decades ago? Who knows?
After all, there are too few successful people on this road. Without the beauty of the world, you can't go to the idols and quickly become popular. There is no one behind the back of the gold master. Only thousands of people can earn the same stage, but there is no strong strength. It can only be...
Only in this place.
The stage is really unusually lively... but the excitement is not because of the music at the moment, but because of the alcohol that has already gone to the brain and the beauty that has been sought by me.
Cheng Yiran's fingers became more and more quick, but he gradually felt his fingers hurt and numb. When I first learned the guitar, I often felt my fingers hurt and numb, but it was far less painful than the moment.
He has tried everything he has done, but at best it is a tool for the people here...
The music is ringing again, but no one is watching him.
This is not what he wants... It seems as if a voice is saying in his ear: Is this what you want?
Is it his own voice? Still someone else's voice?
Cheng Yiran suddenly could not hear the lively voice below the stage.
He suddenly lost his intelligence, a buzzing voice circling in his mind, lingering, getting more and more embarrassed, putting his pride on his persistence and his shackles Broken, there is no left.
Cheng Yiran’s return to God is under a huge break. A lot of sounds were placed under the stage, and a shrill buzzing sound was repeated.
Cheng Yiran looked at the stage with surprise and fear. The so-called 'listeners' who didn't look at him suddenly looked at him one by one.
Cheng Yiran looked at his hands subconsciously, watching the electric guitar he was hanging... looking at the string that was broken by his madness and numbness.
Broken the string, he broke the sound string.
Cheng Yiran moved his lips slightly and seemed to want to say something, but at the moment he suddenly felt a fear and fear.
He was at a loss, and his body almost stepped back and forth like an instinct.
The Hongguan next to him saw this situation, and quickly hurriedly slammed the electric bass hanging on his body and began to save the field.
"This is not what I want." He whispered.
"This is not what I want." He whispered.
"This is not... I want it!!" He suddenly yelled.
Hey -!
He untied the electric guitar hanging on his body and fell heavily on the stage. He turned and rushed out of the stage, leaving only a piece of horror and incomprehension, and the sigh of the Hongguan.
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Cheng Yiran kept watering his face with his hands, just inside a bathroom in the nightclub.
He has already thoroughly wet his face and his hair... He just did this subconsciously... perhaps because Hong Guan once said it.
Let him calm down, whether it is anger or something else.
Cheng Yiran looked up and looked at himself in the mirror. The hair made the water stick into pieces and ran on his face indiscriminately. There is no doubt that even himself, he can feel the face in the mirror, which is a complete loser.
Leaning against the wall, let the body naturally fall down and sit down, letting your hands fall naturally, touching the cold and cold floor and lowering your head. Cheng Yiran then let himself sit, and the brain is blank.
Suddenly, he stretched hard to his neck and hung a necklace in it: a metal-made brand necklace was pulled down and thrown out.
Cheng Yiran suddenly smiled, perhaps laughing at what he was... He stood up and left the bathroom like a lost soul. All the way, the drops on his face and hair were on the ground, climbed up the stairs all the way, and finally came. The roof of the building.
Cheng Yiran is moving to where he feels he can end.
Standing on the edge of the position, overlooking the street below, Cheng Yiran opened his hands, closed his eyes and relaxed his body.
"It’s a pity to die like this."
The sound was so clear that Cheng Yiran opened his eyes subconsciously.
And the voice is still still ringing: "Since you are not going to want this life, why not use it to change something else?"
"Who? Who is here?"
Cheng Yiran did not see any figure, only heard this strange voice.
"If I said that you can use your soul for your success, would you like it?"
"Who is here!!!"
"You are here, there is only yourself... and you who can make you realize your wishes."
The voice has become a little thicker. "Come on... As long as you are willing, you can fulfill your wishes. You may even use your music to conquer the world. Come on..."
"Come on... Come with me..."
Like what was attracted, Cheng Yiran's footsteps began to move the edge of the strip... He still couldn't see any figure except himself.
But he seemed to know where he should go, stepping down the stairs step by step, and then came to the front door of a box in the nightclub.
Cheng Yiran, pushed the door open, and it was dark and there was no light. It was only vaguely visible that there seemed to be two figures.
Sitting together, standing together.
(End of this chapter)