At this moment, Chu Yunyi couldn't believe what he heard, and stared blankly at the person in front of him, seeing him for the first time...
The person in front of him was dressed in a black suit, he looked like a young master from a European castle, his whole body was cold and profound, and most importantly, the eyes of this person in front of him... were different from what I had seen before, obviously his The pupils are azure blue, like the most beautiful gems in the world, but now, the pupils of the person in front of him are pitch black, like an abyss.
"...you, who are you?"
Chu Yunyi's voice was a little hoarse, and a crazy idea appeared in his mind, but he was not sure about it, because there was only one Yinling all along, and everyone had only one Yinling in their lifetime, and his Yinling, It was no longer his.
Xiao Qingrong stood there, raised the corners of his mouth, and put on the most mysterious smile.
"Your music is gloomy, manic, sorrowful, full of accusations against the world and unwillingness to your own life. I was born here. The dark night gave you the destined inspiration, and I was born in your dark music. The spirit of the sound."
Everyone's world has two sides, one side is pure and flawless, and the other side is dark and groping, and Xiao Qingrong, the music spirit, was born from Chu Yunyi's repressed, unspeakable tyrannical mood, and it is precisely because of this that he was given A pair of eyes like a dark abyss.
The dazed Chu Yunyi also looked at Xiao Qingrong's eyes, and after a long time, he seemed to be sure of something.
When he was seventeen years old, the songs he wrote were brisk and lively, full of expectations for all the good things in this world, so the Yinling he summoned was a boy with blue pupils, who liked to wear white shirts, and smiled like an angel , and now, the person standing in front of him who claims to be his own voice is probably his own present, right
Those black pupils seemed to pull people into the abyss in the next second, which made Chu Yunyi sigh inwardly, feeling sorry for the person in front of him.
Even if he is full of complaints about life and resentment for everything he has experienced, he still hopes that his Yinling is happy and full of dreams, because the existence of Yinling originally brings dreams to the listener, brings The best dream in this world.
"Do you have a name?"
After ten years, Chu Yunyi was not happy to have his own spirit again. He even felt that it was a joke made by God again, because such a spirit made Chu Yunyi feel that he should not have it.
Music is supposed to bring happiness and comfort to everyone, but did the music spirit born in his dark life also taste his pain
"Xiao Qingrong."
After giving his name, Xiao Qingrong stretched out his hand, only to see a bright red rose flower blooming suddenly on his hand, the petals bloomed slowly, and handed it to Chu Yunyi.
Chu Yunyi was a little confused, so he stretched out his hand to touch the rose flower, but in the next second, the thorns under the rose flower pierced his finger, and the instant pain made him withdraw his hand, a little confused .
"Hiss..."
He squeezed his fingers and found that the fingers were still intact, but the pain was real. He looked at the person in front of him with a very complicated mood for a moment, because the sound spirit in front of him must have a very high level, and the things he transformed can already It's hurtful. At this level, at least a sound spirit above level eight.
Chu Yunyi was both happy and at a loss for a newly born Yinling to have such a high grade.
"You will hurt, which proves that you still care about these things, Chu Yunyi, do you want to make everyone fall in love with your music? Indulge in your music?"
Xiao Qingrong felt that Chu Yunyi in front of him was really talented. The way he played the piano was different from his own. Playing the piano by himself was just a real show off, but Chu Yunyi was different. The piano is full of self-feeling, and after the rendering is amplified, it is even more irresistible. Although this kind of music gives people a dark and gloomy feeling, it is not without merit.
Hearing Xiao Qingrong's words, Chu Yunyi's eyes sparkled for a moment, but then they went out, showing a wry smile, and then looked at his own hands, those white and slender hands, which were more suitable for playing the piano than anyone else.
"I can't write music for a long time... I can't write the music that makes me happy. What I have is endless torture and sadness. How can a person like me make people like my music?"
Today's music world is full of gentle comfort, or full of beautiful songs. These songs can positively affect the supernatural beings. After the supernatural beings listen to the scene, they will appease and upgrade their supernatural abilities. Even today's most powerful king The superstar Huo Tiancheng is so popular because the songs can appease many people with supernatural abilities, relieve their abilities, and trigger their abilities to upgrade.
Those dark, sad, and even unease songs are simply not suitable for survival in the current music scene.
Ever since what happened back then, Chu Yunyi has long been unable to write repertoires. The repertoires he has written are dark, sad and indignant, full of complaints against the world, full of his own anxiety, and full of confrontation and struggle against the world.
Just like a bird imprisoned in a cage, trying to break free from everything, and like a person waiting for the dawn in the dark night, trying to catch the dawn before dawn...
This kind of music is destined not to be mainstream music, it will not be liked by people, and it may even cause a sudden change of abilities, so Chu Yunyi knows that his musical journey has come to an end.
Sensing Chu Yunyi's sadness, Xiao Qingrong held his hand, and the roses in his palms turned into petals and dispersed. Then he snapped his fingers, and saw roses gradually blooming in the palm of Chu Yunyi's palm in an instant, making Chu Yunyi He almost didn't dare to move. Although he knew that all of this was an illusion created by Yinling, Chu Yunyi still didn't want to look at the rose in his hand.
"What about me? I was born in these songs full of hatred and sorrow, to perceive your anger and ambition, to understand your ambition and sorrow. My appearance is to make you the only one in this world who can make others sad. People, don’t you want to see what it’s like to touch someone’s heart with your music? When your music is happy, everyone will smile the best. When your music is sad, everyone will cry for your singing. Don't you want to have this feeling?"
Xiao Qingrong looked directly at Chu Yunyi, and his voice was full of temptation at this moment, like a demon, trying to pull Chu Yunyi into the pitch-black darkness.
Chu Yunyi also looked at his own Yinling, the reborn Yinling after ten years, his... second Yinling.
That's right, even if I wanted to give up all of this, I never thought about whether the Yinling in front of me would be willing
Any sound spirit is born in music. With the love of music for music, this sound spirit was born. The existence of sound spirit is to allow more people to perceive the charm of these music...
If you don't allow a sound spirit to exert its own abilities, what use is there for you as the master
"I... can I?"
Full of uneasy questions, it has been ten years since Chu Yunyi gave up his dream. Even though he wrote countless songs day and night, he still couldn't stand on the stage again. Now, looking at the Yin Ling, who seemed the same as back then, but also seemed different, Chu Yunyi was full of doubts about himself.
"You can, as long as you want, I can create the most magnificent illusion for you at any time, no one can escape from my illusion."
The music is full of emotions, and so is the illusion. The illusion created by Yinling complements the music and makes it easier for the listener to integrate into the song. The powerful Yinling can even dominate the entire stage, so... Xiao Qingrong is now Everything he did was easy for him.
In the end, Chu Yunyi was also convinced, and nodded, expressing that he would try harder.
After that, Xiao Qingrong stayed by Chu Yunyi's side and watched Chu Yunyi write the music. He is a very talented musician. Even though he hasn't been on stage for ten years, he has written quite a few songs. Xiao Qingrong and Chu Yunyi planned to write a new song. In order to match his sound, he hoped that he could write the best work.
Here Xiao Qingrong finally started to let Chu Yunyi take the first step to return to the throne, while Huo Tiancheng was going crazy here.
In the seven-star hotel here in Guangyang City, Huo Tiancheng looked at Yinling who was suddenly convulsed for some reason, and he couldn't see it.
I saw that in front of Huo Tiancheng was a man wearing a white shirt. He was only wearing a shirt, and the white legs underneath were just so eye-catching. His hair turned into long hair for some reason, tall and vertical. He stood up, showing his delicate eyebrows, just sat on the illusioned swing, swinging and gloomily, making it obvious that he was not in a very good mood.
"What's the matter with you? Don't you like the newly sent music? If you don't like it, we can change it and find a better composer to write it. Don't be so unhappy, okay?"
Huo Tiancheng patiently talked to the person in front of him. It has been ten years, and he has been with this Yin Ling in front of him for ten years. The other party still does not allow him to call his name, but only allows him to speak directly. Although Huo Tiancheng is not happy, the other party's ability It's too strong, so strong that he can pull any musician at will. Huo Tiancheng doesn't like music, but just likes to stand on the stage and be sought after by everyone, so he can't lose his music spirit. I am afraid that the title of Heavenly Artist will be wiped out...
The person shaking on the swing slowly raised his head after hearing Huo Tiancheng's voice, and glanced at him unexpectedly.
"You are so annoying, can you get out?"