don't call me singer

Chapter 2006 Ever Hope · Ever Death · Ever Forget
Among the brilliant violins, the music of "Eternal Death" is like an undercurrent of fate, advancing bleakly.

Such a dim and deep voice, under the almost virtuoso performance of the world's first and unprecedented violinist, still surges so powerfully.

The war between Peter and Karl XII continues.

Among the guns and gunpowder, among the blood and death, between the trenches and the fortresses, Karl XII and Peter will suddenly feel that someone is spying in the dark. Own.

Instead of making them feel scared, this feeling will give them an inexplicable peace of mind.

So you are still there.

You are actually still there.

Although this war involved the entire north, no matter which country's monarch it was, it voluntarily avoided one place.

Although it is there, no matter in terms of strategy or tactics, it seems that there is no "fog" there.

No one wants to touch it.

It has been 14 years.

Until 14 years later, when Sweden and Russia negotiated and signed the agreement, Karl XII and Peter finally met in private somewhere.

"Why, I tried so hard to prove myself, but the teacher still doesn't want to see me again."

"Why, the teacher would rather sit back and watch my failure than help?"

"Could it be that in the teacher's heart, I am not as important as you after all?"

Karl XII's question made Peter the Great smile bitterly.

"Probably because I know your teacher better than you."

Why, you haven't realized for so long that your teacher is a passer-by in this era after all. It's not that he doesn't care about you, he just can't help you.

There are some things that no one can do.

"I spent half my life proving that I was the teacher's best student, but was I wrong after all? Teacher, am I not your best student?"

Facing Karl XII who was still obsessed with it, Peter didn't say anything more.

In Europe in this era, the end of one war is only the beginning of another.

The rise of Tsarist Russia is a foregone conclusion, and the decline of Sweden is irreversible, but people will never accept their fate.

In a blink of an eye, Karl XII was once again caught in a war with Norway.

On that winter day four years later, when the exclamation of "the king has fallen" sounded, the entire battlefield was completely chaotic.

His guards saw that a large hole had been blown through Karl XII's head in the flying shot.

But even though he was dead, he still stood there, leaning against the trench.

His eyes were still open, but his eyes were finally unable to look forward.

And beside him, a white figure appeared. The figure walked forward, gently hugged Karl XII, who was no longer young, in his arms, and then slowly put him on the ground, but his body Head on his knees.

Let his blood and brains flow on his body.

When the soldiers wanted to approach, they were blocked by knights with all white beards.

Seeing the badge on the knight, the guards widened their eyes in shock, and looked at the white figure again.

Time will not show mercy to anyone, but he still seems to be the same as before. Some guards at the scene have seen him 20 years ago.

Little has changed in his appearance.

However, no matter how unchanged his face was, he was no longer a teenager.

Two strands of white hair had already climbed to his temples.

Gu Xiaobai hugged the student in his arms, comforting him softly as he did when he became his teacher more than 20 years ago.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... The teacher is here, the teacher is here, the teacher is here, the teacher is here."

It's just that he didn't dare to look at the eyes that were still open.

There was no longer any sparkle in those eyes.

The person in his arms is dead, having lost all traces of life and soul existence.

In fact, he was no longer afraid.

The one who is really afraid is the one who comforts others.

Gu Xiaobai has witnessed countless deaths.

But he still couldn't face up to this death.

How does it feel when you know someone is going to die and how he dies, but you can't change anything, you can't even see him again before he dies?
Even, the pierced head was reminding him that death really just took away everything so cruelly.

In this world, there is not even Valhalla.

There is no place for the soul of the dead man to return, no place for his mourning.

Death is the end of everything.

No romance, no heart-pounding, no soul soaring, nothing.

Nothing.

Just the disappearance of a person.

He raised his head, closed his eyes, and wanted to cry, but there were no tears.

My piano sobs, my tears are gone.

The music is going on, so depressing!Such a pain!so dark!

In the oppression, pain and darkness, there is only a little light.

It was a person who kept murmuring: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

But it is precisely because of this little bit of light that it makes people even more desperate.

It turns out that when a person faces death, he can only keep reminding himself not to be afraid.

Apart from that, nothing can be done.

Is this really Xiaobai's music?

Is it the music of the fearless, omnipotent, omnipotent boy?
Why so pessimistic, desperate, depressed?
What has he experienced?
How did a teenager who had just grown up write such a song?
This song is so depressing that everyone wants to yell and scream.

But so far, the theme has only just begun.

After a long period of depression, another death comes.

In a blink of an eye, another 7 years have passed.

In his bedroom, the once invincible Peter the Great has also fallen into endless pain.

He is near the end of his life.

His empire has expanded to a huge territory, but it is far from reaching the scope he thought.

He has literary and martial arts virtues, but he is still an ordinary man, unable to stay away from death.

He is terminally ill, and his empire has gone astray as he does not want to see it.

His body and mind are suffering double, and the pain follows him like a shadow, everywhere.

He once begged God bitterly, he pardoned all the prisoners in the world, and he once sent people to look for someone everywhere, and made a promise that he could not keep.

But he finally knew how Karl XII felt back then.

Why, you don't show up?

When I need you most.

It turns out that what I said to you at the beginning was actually said to myself in the end.

This world can only accommodate one emperor, but the emperor will not always be the same.

Maybe, only you, will always be there.

At three o'clock in the morning, when Peter the Great lost his mind, he heard a burst of music.

At that moment he realized.

Ah, I am dying.

You finally came, to see me off.

The music is so sad, as if lamenting the passing of my only confidant.

In that music, Peter the Great felt his physical pain gradually disappear.

The music soothed his body and soothed his soul.

This seemed to be all that Gu Xiaobai could do for him.

because……

He is just a bystander.

In Peter's mind, there was only one thought.

Xiaobai, Xiaobai, you sent away your students, and today you sent me away.

I heard that you sent away Lao Feng and Lao Bu some time ago.

You sent away so many people, but there are still people you know in this world.

When you leave, who will see you off?

When you leave, will you be as lonely and painful as me?
Are you as scared as I am...

The music continues.

The sadness was gradually submerged in a deep pain, and suddenly the melody reversed, as if time went back, as if the witnesses of all these deaths wanted to recall the past years.

But... death never spares anyone.

117 BC.

Chang'an City.

A haggard-looking teenager lying on a hospital bed.

In front of his bed were Jiang Wei and Huo Guang.

The two of them had been guarding here for two or three days in undressed clothes. They were just teenagers on the hospital bed, but they were still in a coma.

Jiang Wei had just closed his eyes in front of the bed when he suddenly heard a voice.

"Jiang Wei."

The voice was weak, but clear.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai!" Jiang Wei jumped up suddenly, showing a surprised smile: "Are you awake? You finally woke up!"

"Jiang Wei, call them all here." The young man lay on the hospital bed, terribly calm.

"Xiaobai? Xiaobai..." Suddenly realizing something, Jiang Wei stood there in a daze.

"Go."

The time has come.

Life and death are meaningless, they must be destined in the end, there is no life in the world, why worry about it?

There was noise outside the window, but it quickly quieted down again, and soon everyone gathered in front of the bed.

The boy wanted to speak, but couldn't speak.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai...don't talk...don't talk...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Zh...z..." The boy struggled.

Jiang Wei understood, and he yelled, "Zhao Ye! Zhao Ye!"

When Zhao Ye's wet tongue was licking the young man's face, the young man's hand wanted to lift up, but in the end it hung down.

Then slowly closed his eyes.

He heard voices, and then everything was pulling away.

Sound, light, pain, fear.

What is death in the end?
is powerless.

is nothingness.

All life is nothing but vain, only death is eternal.

He had seen his students die, he had seen his friends die.

Then, this time, he himself died.

The sound of the erhu gradually weakened, and finally disappeared completely.

The last sound was a slight "boom".

It's like a thread is broken.

There was a long silence, and after several seconds of silence, a suona sounded.

This instrument is somewhat similar to the trumpet. It is not native to China, but it is completely localized. It is also famous all over the world because of the school song competition and Gu Xiaobai. Its sad tone and the meaning it represents have long been recognized by the world known to the world.

Even if you don't know, it doesn't matter, because when the suona rang, everything else was suppressed.

And the mournful timbre, whether it is music expressing joy or music expressing sadness, always seems to be between sadness and joy.

There is joy in sorrow, and sorrow in joy.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

The final movement of "North Atlantic Rhapsody", the last theme, is not the erhu, but the suona!

Before, all the music was about other people, but only this one was Xiao Bai's funeral song for himself.

With an instrument he is not good at, he did not participate in the performance, to end this movement of his own.

The song is called "Forget Forever".

Time never stands still for the death of anyone.

Instead, it continues to move forward.

The knights sent by Xiaobai to escort Ah Fu were surprised to find that Ah Fu had already put on gorgeous clothes when he met the emperor with their letters.

When they wanted to question Ah Fu, they found that they had already drank deadly poisoned wine.

In this world, there has never been the Ninth Elder Brother of the Qing Dynasty who went to Europe alone. There is only Yunyu, who was smart when he was young, and then mediocre.

Even the descendants don't know why Yongzheng hated his brother so much, gave him such an ugly name, and allowed him to rot in the dilapidated mansion like expelling insects.

And tonight in the castle of the White Knights, the loyal knights never saw their grand master again after a certain day.

Some say he rode to the north on a white horse.

Some say he was alone, on a merchant ship bound for the East.

Some say he hid in the depths of the castle and never returned.

Some say he became a light on a sunny noonday.

Others said that he finally found the girl he was looking for, and walked into the northern ice field holding hands with the girl...

The knights waited and waited.

Waiting for their grand master to come back.

Wait until the beard and hair are all white, wait until the muscles relax, wait until the end of life...

Did not wait until he came back.

Only on a certain moonlit night, there will be a faint sound of the piano, sometimes at a one-year interval, sometimes at an interval of two years.

Until a certain day later, there was no more sound of the piano.

Day after day, the castle became dilapidated, with fewer and fewer people, and fewer and fewer people.

Until the last old knight closed the gate of the castle, led a thin horse and carried a box, and staggered towards the distance.

Then there are wars, wild grass, the cycle of the sun and the moon, and endless years.

The mournful suona sound became distant and long.

Then, suddenly, it became festive again, as if welcoming new life, welcoming daylight, welcoming a new era, welcoming everything that is joyful and joyful.

It's just this kind of celebration and joy, but it makes people extremely depressed and sad.

Everything old will eventually be forgotten.

No one will be remembered forever.

People will be forgotten forever.

Death or being forgotten, which one is the real death?

After listening to this piece of music, almost everyone sat there blankly, looking at the page, just sitting there quietly.

Cry, laugh, go crazy.

There are also people who went to find the half of the poem that Gu Xiaobai did not write.

"In the distance, there is only a piece of wild flowers condensed in death

The bright moon is like a mirror hanging high on the grassland, reflecting the millennium
My piano sobs and tears are gone
Riding a horse across the grassland alone"

(End of this chapter)