In the basement, the weeping dark melody continued.
But Ye Qingxuan fell into deep confusion.
He has touched the spirituality of this dark movement, but what does this spirituality look like? He found the essence hidden in the melody, but couldn't describe what it looked like!
Amidst the moving melody, Ye Qingxuan concentrated on thinking: What exactly is guilt
In his trance, the out-of-control ether was pulled by the melody and gathered from all directions. They are like mist and light.
The layers of phantoms were moving in the dark basement, but they could never be condensed into an exact image.
Because Ye Qingxuan still couldn't touch the essence of the essence, he had never thought about what the so-called guilt looked like.
Is it the cold wind and rain
In the basement, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the cold water vapor condensed on the corner of the wall, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.
Is it thunder and lightning
In the illusion of ether, black clouds suddenly condensed, and among the layers of leaden dark clouds, roaring thunder drummed, and from time to time there was a shocking flash of lightning.
But soon, the thunder and lightning disappeared.
Is it a thousand swords piercing the heart? The flash of swords and swords flashed in the illusion, but the swords and swords also disappeared.
Is it fiery lava? Suddenly there was a hint of heat in the manic sound of the piano, and there was the burning wind of hell blowing through the suffocation.
Numerous phantoms constantly flash from the changes in the ether, like dreamy bubbles, fleeting. But that kind of change is getting slower and slower and more and more difficult.
Until finally, it was completely frozen, and something intense was brewing inside. Invisible and intangible emotions are condensing in this solidification, constructing its appearance.
Gradually, there was the sound of falling water drops.
In the solid illusion, the water droplets are condensing, falling, and converging with each other, until they finally turn into a silent flow!
It was obviously a closed basement, but suddenly the loneliness of the deep sea slowly emerged.
It's a river.
Yes, it's a black river.
In the illusion of ether, black rivers are rushing silently, gathering from all directions, as if they want to cover the entire world.
The thick and dark water was slowly rising, covering the ankles, rising to the waist, covering the neck, rising inch by inch, with a sad and desperate atmosphere, completely submerging people. It seeped into the soul pervasively, taking away every inch of space.
This is guilt, the black river that flows forever in everyone's heart.
In the manic melody, the black river is like a noose, tightening slowly, taking away every bit of breathing space, making people fall into eternal despair and repentance.
There's no way around it!
The moment the soul finally suffocated, the silent black river began to boil, like a desperate soul roaring crazily, neighing helplessly, and begging for salvation like crazy.
The black river flows, hitting every inch of the wall crazily. The tiny creatures hidden in the cracks and under the floor are writhing in pain at this moment, captured by this desperate melody, sinking into the river of guilt and unable to extricate themselves.
As the end came, the sound of crackling and cracking continued to sound. The rats and bugs banged themselves against the walls like crazy, hoping to find relief and peace in eternal death.
In the melody, the desperate soul drowned in the black river just passed away.
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.
Ye Qingxuan finally woke up from the frantic playing, sweating profusely and panting.
"This is the technique of playing plural notes?"
In the silence, he lowered his head blankly and looked at his hands. He was playing so crazily that they almost lost their strength. The sour pain emerged from every finger, and even the slightest movement would feel heart-piercing.
After a long time, he lowered his head and pressed the keys in front of him, and the piano became silent.
The strings were broken.
All are broken.
This is a matter of course. How could an old practice piano withstand such intense playing? Or would it be better to say destroy
But for some reason, Ye Qingxuan's mood improved a lot, perhaps because the venting just now cleared away all the darkness accumulated in his heart.
"How are you? Are you feeling better? Ye Zi."
Behind him, a calm and cold voice sounded, like moonlight.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned, feeling that he was hallucinating, but the voice was clearly real and unnecessary. He turned back with difficulty, as if he had seen something incredible, his eyes were shocked and confused.
"Father?"
In the dark basement, the last lights have been extinguished amidst the frantic music.
But the quiet moonlight came from nowhere, illuminating the man's white coat and his eyes. His eyes were clear and quiet, like the bright moon.
He stood in the moonlight, looked around, and smiled at the young man.
After so many years, that smile remains the same.
With the insight and sadness of fate.
"Hey, Ye Zi, long time no see."
He asked softly: "Are you okay?"
…
"Is it really you?"
Ye Qingxuan stood up subconsciously, but soon his movements stopped.
It was only then that he noticed the criss-crossing obstacles between the two.
It was a series of strings flying in mid-air. They criss-crossed under the reflection of the moonlight, forming an abstract and fuzzy piano.
This is an instrument that is completely awakened by the sound of the piano.
—Jiuxiao ring pendant.
"First of all, I would like to congratulate you for finally getting the recognition of the 'Nine Heavens Ring Pei'."
In the moonlight, Ye Lanzhou stared at the boy: "Ye Zi, you have become a musician, thank you for your hard work."
Ye Qingxuan looked at him in astonishment, and after a long time, he sat back on the chair as if he had lost all strength.
"So-so. It's actually quite simple."
He lowered his head in frustration: "It just took a while."
"I'm sorry, this was the most important time for you. Unfortunately, due to some reasons, I can't really be by your side to congratulate you. As you can see, I am just a memory now."
In the image in the moonlight, Ye Lanzhou sighed sadly: "You awakened Jiuxiao Huanpei, which proves that you have returned to Avalon and found what I left behind. I wonder where you found this song? Next The Sharon Hotel in the city? The Grand Library? Queen's Road? Or some old ghost's place? I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to find it when you came back, so I left many of the same engravings... But actually, I didn't want you to come back. What should I do? I don’t want you to find it.”
He stared at the boy silently and said softly: "Sometimes I even think, if you could forget me, how nice would it be to live an ordinary life for the rest of your life? In this way, you wouldn't encounter so many dirty things and things. As long as you work harder, you can live happily."
"Father, do you think this makes sense?"
Even though he understood that this was an illusion, Ye Qingxuan still couldn't help but ask questions.
As if he noticed the young man's rebuttal, Ye Lanzhou's expression became helpless: "But, it's pointless to talk about this now, right? Then let me tell you something that needs to be told to you."
"Listen up, the next important thing is."