The storm kept coming, again and again, and each time became more violent. Every time, it will become dying, but every time, it will stand up stubbornly, and then laugh wildly at the sky, laughing at the sky that it will never take its own life.
drop…
This was the sound of teardrops splashing down. At some point, they burst into tears amidst the sound of flute. The mournful sound of flute made their hearts tremble heavily at first, and then gradually turned into sharp knives, piercing deeply into their hearts, making them feel so painful that even their souls trembled violently .
They felt the desperate pain, and the obsession of never giving up in that immature heart, the heart trembled more and more intensely. That kind of pain, they ask themselves that there is absolutely no way to bear it, and they prefer to choose to die amidst the heart-pounding torture in order to seek relief. But that immature creature has carried it down again and again, and then grows tenaciously, never even bringing his own pain to others. At the same time as the pain in their hearts, they began to feel ashamed. The pain they had experienced was so insignificant compared with what he had endured, and his tenacity and strength made them feel ashamed.
The pain finally came to an end... because it suddenly fell into a deep sleep, sleeping so peacefully. In the darkness and silence, it fell asleep greedily until a year... two years... ten years.
The flute sounded for half a minute, and at this moment the ending note sounded. When the jasper flute left his lips, sadness and confusion flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting. In the next second, he already had an elegant smile on his face.
Quiet, incomparably quiet, even the wind seemed to completely hide its own existence, without causing the slightest whistling. He didn't break the atmosphere, but stood there with a smile, looking at the faces that were already wet with tears. Among them, there were young boys and girls, there were dignified generals who were unsmiling, and there were old men with white hair and childlike faces. There are even Hua Zhentian and Emperor Long Yin.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
The crisp applause shattered the heartbreaking dream of sadness and despair. Following Long Yin's clapping, the clapping sounds quickly formed a sea of applause, mixed with the girl's sobbing, and spread far, far away. . Let the guards guarding Tianlong Royal Academy look at each other, and let the passers-by stop and watch.
The applause from Tianchen Continent is not as worthless as Huaxia Modern's applause. Only when their hearts are extremely excited, they will release their feelings in this way. For example... the moment Tianlong Nation repelled Gale Nation. Ye Wuchen's astonishing painting skills and Lin Xiao's astonishing flute sound did not attract applause, but at this moment, they gave their applause to a flute sound without hesitation.
In the arena, I don't know how many people tried hard to wipe away the tears that couldn't be stopped, and I don't know how many people were crying while clapping their hands. What is the flute sound that touches their hearts, they really feel it, it is this short flute sound that makes them clearly feel the pain of despair and the sadness of heartbreak.
Wang Wenshu lay in Ye Wei's arms, his chest was wet with tears, and she cried out heartbroken as she cried: "My poor Chen'er...he must have suffered too much in his heart, I am a mother who really treats you too much." Failed, in the future... what should I use to compensate my child... "
Ye Wei patted her on the back, did not speak, but raised his head to disperse the mist from his eyes. On the battlefield, how many times he was seriously injured all over his body and survived from death. He didn't shed a single tear, and he saw how many brothers who accompanied him in life and death died in front of his eyes. He was heartbroken, but still did not stay. A tear, ten years ago, his mother, whom he had relied on all his life, passed away due to illness. He knelt down for five days without eating or drinking, until finally he fell into a coma. From the beginning to the end, he still did not shed a single tear. Because he is a strong man of the Ye family, he only bleeds and does not shed tears all his life.
But now, no matter how hard he tried to endure, there was still a drop of water overflowing from his eyes and slowly slipping down. Because the heart hurts so much, he never knew that the heart can still hurt like this, but this kind of heartache comes from a flute, from the person who plays the flute. Without real experience, how could it be possible to play such a heart-piercing sadness.
Chen'er... What have you experienced
Hua Shuirou covered her face, crying like pear blossoms with rain, even the incense towel on her body was completely soaked, looking at the man holding the emerald flute that originally belonged to her through her teary eyes, she had There was an urge to rush over and hug him. Even Hua Zhentian next to her rubbed his eyes a few times, and muttered to himself: "This Xiaoyin is really evil, so evil... Damn it, I can't stand it anymore, and I feel stuck in my heart." Panic, exactly the same as when my wife died back then."
In the corner, a trembling body asked in an even trembling voice: "Chen'er...you tell grandpa, this piece...what's its name?"
In the whole square, Ye Wuchen was the only one with a calm expression. He replied with a smile: "This song is improvised, I haven't had time to name it yet. It doesn't matter if you don't want a name, because after playing it, I have already forgotten it all." .”
Such an astonishing sound was just improvised... What an astonishing talent and profound attainments are required to do it! ? They were shocked, beyond shock. Perhaps the sum of the shocks in their lives is not as much as today. When they came here, they originally just wanted to watch a few exciting games and add some embellishments to their boring and orderly life, but they didn't expect that they would witness amazing scenes that they could never see or even believe before. They are worried that this is a dream, because everything is so unreal, and they are afraid that this is a dream, and they are very afraid that this dreamlike and unbelievable everything will disappear after waking up from the dream.
Some people who traveled thousands of miles to Tianlong City to enjoy a visual feast were even more somber. It turned out that coming to Tianlong City was such a wise choice.
"No! Throughout the history of Tianchen, this song has never been played before. Although you have forgotten it, Grandpa has firmly remembered it in his heart. He dare not remember every note wrongly. Grandpa also believes that everyone present will remember it For a lifetime. Although it is impossible for anyone to be able to play the same charm as just now, it will surely be famous for generations to come, so that everyone who loves the flute will know what is the highest state of the flute. Chen'er, it is like agreeing to a request from grandpa. If this song doesn't have a name, it must be a great regret in my life." Wang Boyue became more and more excited when he said that, and in the end he was begging. As Long Yin's teacher, he has learned as much as the ocean all his life, but today, he is completely overwhelmed by one person, and this person is his grandson—Ye Wuchen.
"In that case, let's call this song - "Reminiscences of Past Dust and Dreams." Ye Wuchen said. He didn't lie, when he dropped the last note, he had completely forgotten the piece. Since it is a dream, why worry about it. Since it is the past, let him pass it. At that time, I was a grass that would die in a storm at any time, but now, I have vowed to become a big tree that looks down on the world.
Forget it... Forget the vague past, forget the confusion, forget the pain once. On the day when I have enough strength, the lost past will automatically appear before my eyes.