Fei Yang was the first to open the special topic about the War of the Gods on the player, but when the new works sung by the kings and queens of singing and even the masters themselves appeared in front of him, Fei Yang suddenly felt a sense of confusion and frustration.
The list is indeed full of big guys.
The works of a certain Qudie in Qin, the works of a certain singing queen in Qi, the works of a certain Qudie in Chu, and so on, can all be regarded as Fei Yang's strong opponents in this battle of the gods.
But there are so many works, whose songs should I listen to first
The feeling of loneliness that I had felt some time ago because Jiang Kui chose to sing Xian Yu's work suddenly came back to my mind.
Fei Yang was somewhat surprised to find that, apart from Xian Yu, he had never regarded anyone else as an opponent.
Even if this is a war of gods.
Even if other people are perverted.
Even if there is someone who may be better than Xianyu.
For Fei Yang, it seems that defeating Xianyu is far more important than winning a championship song in the Battle of the Gods!
"As expected, he's heading straight for you."
The mouse wheel was turning slightly, Fei Yang murmured, his eyes quickly scanning the songs in the front row, and finally he couldn't help but lock his eyes on Xianyu, as if this was the only meaning of his participation in the War of the Gods.
"May you live long."
Fei Yang read out the title of the song.
Without much hesitation, he just clicked play with a sigh and regret.
Due to some objective reasons, although Xianyu was destined not to be his opponent this time, the feeling of disappointment of punching in the air was so strong that even though Fei Yang knew that the other party's work this time posed no threat to him, he still chose to click on Xianyu's song first.
"Lyrics: Envy Fish"
"Composition: Envy Fish"
"Singer: Jiang Kui"
It seemed to fit Fei Yang's mood at the moment.
As the subtitles of the lyrics version faded, the prelude of "May We Live Together Forever" was played by the cello, and then seamlessly connected with the piano music.
The melodious music carries a hint of sadness and a trace of indescribable loneliness.
"oh?"
While Fei Yang adjusted his headphones to a more comfortable position, he couldn't help but mutter in complaint:
"Are you going for a lyrical route this time? You've really given up on charting. Last year's song "Red Sun" was the most suitable song for charting. The strong rhythm, high-pitched singing voice, and the prelude can draw the audience into the melody, making every cell in the body unable to help but follow along. It's well-deserved to win the championship. In comparison, this kind of lyrical style, how can it compare to me..."
Sudden!
Fei Yang's voice paused.
His gesture of adjusting his headphones also froze in the air.
This made his posture look extremely unnatural.
Through the extremely comfortable sponge cover of the earphones, the female voice coming from inside is as lingering as the rolling clouds, and as lazy as drinking under the moon, amplifying all the inexplicable emotions little by little:
"When will the bright moon appear..."
"I drink wine and ask the sky..."
"I don't know the palace in heaven..."
"What year is this evening..."
Fei Yang's hand suddenly dropped.
There was a faint sound of tearing cloth.
All the loneliness and sadness entangled in his heart were shattered in an instant.
It was as if thunder from the sky split the black mist, and like dazzling lightning piercing through the center of the sky!
He attacked me without any reason!
Fei Yang suddenly shuddered!
He felt that everything around him had changed.
The computer and headphone cables were twisting a little bit, and I seemed to be standing in a dark space. Above my head was the sky and a lonely moon hanging high in the sky, and a corner of the palace in the sky was looming in the mist. As if in a trance, I could hear the sound of immortals.
So ethereal, without any worldly air.
Fei Yang forgot everything and felt more insignificant than ever before.
In the vast universe, he is just an insignificant speck of dust, drifting with the flow.
The piano is still on the mat.
The cello is still being laid out.
I didn't even drink a sip of the cold coffee on the table.
In the plain arrangement, only the slightly upturned ending notes in each line of the song still remind Fei Yang:
I am listening to Xianyu's new song, instead of contemplating any principles of life.
He shuddered again.
The darkness and emptiness disappeared.
The computer and the long headphone cord are still in front of me.
It seemed that a moment of clarity made the sound ringing in my ears this time become clearer, and the singing came in waves, like fireworks and breeze.
"I want to ride the wind back home..."
"I am also afraid that the jade buildings and palaces..."
“It’s lonely up there…”
"Dancing with shadows..."
"How is it like being in the human world..."
It is no longer the faint fairy music like that of the palace in the sky, but a sense of transcendence that is inevitable despite stepping foot on the reality of the world.
This moment.
Fei Yang's pupils contracted to the extreme, and even his heart was trembling.
If you turn off the computer screen at this moment, a face with an extremely exaggerated expression will be reflected on the screen.
When the song reached the part "Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless, I should not have any hatred, why does the moon always become full when we are parting", Fei Yang felt completely unwell.
who I am
Where am I
What am I doing
Although the singing was still going on, Fei Yang's brain gradually became blank. He was almost unable to think, and seemed to have entered a strange philosophical state.
Then, his face turned increasingly pale.
The sound in the headphones gradually became winding and undulating, like a sigh from thousands of years ago, or even from another time and space.
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, it is impossible to have everything in life..."
The music creates a transition that is neither hurried nor slow, like a regret, but more like a relief.
When Fei Yang, who was listening to the song, woke up again, his hair stood on end and he felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
But the brain still doesn't obey.
Jiang Kui's singing was not hoarse, and even a little bit of breath was suppressed, but it seemed to have a kind of shocking power:
"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart."
Click!
Fei Yang suddenly stopped playing.
He was silent for a moment under the light, then began to breathe heavily, and finally simply picked up the cold coffee and gulped it all down.
"ah!"
The cold coffee enters the lungs, it tastes icy, sweet, astringent, bitter and spicy. I didn’t expect that this lazy brewed instant coffee would have so many flavors.
Only then did he feel that the oppressive air around him began to flow a little, and he couldn't help but scream out loudly.
Thinking returns little by little.
He could finally speak normally.
"What is this!"
He opened his mouth and let out a strange cry, as if he had a desire to express more to the air, but his mouth opened and closed for a long time without uttering a single extra word.
bump.
As he spoke, Fei Yang put down the cup.
His hands seemed to be shaking slightly.
The shaking became more and more intense until it was difficult to control.
He accidentally knocked his phone off.
The phone fell to the ground, the screen lit up, and there were several cracks on it, obviously it had just been dropped.
However, Fei Yang's focus is not on the fact that the phone needs to have its screen replaced.
This is a group chat interface.
The chat record just stopped at Neon Dance’s line “I can kill all the gods with this lyrics”.
Ding Dong.
There was a message in the group, sent by Yin Dong. There was no specific content, just a simple punctuation mark:
"?"
Fei Yang was having trouble breathing again. He tried to control his shaking hands and pressed the screen, which was no longer very sensitive. The content was basically the same as Yin Dong's, but the amplitude seemed longer:
"?"
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ps: I really want to finish it in one go like I did before, but my condition is really limited. I was just sitting there most of the time. It took me seven or eight hours to write these two chapters today