Apocalyptic Forecast

There was a long silence in the art hall.

Huai Shi was shocked by the background of the Hell United Music Association.

Who is Bach, the grandfather of all classical music theories today, even if he is not the founder, is also a crucial rule-layer, just like Newton in the field of physics, if music theory has a creator, this one must be allowed.

Further up, there are few more important than his status.

As a result, the association threw a handful of Bach ’s authenticity, and it seemed to be the level of hard work. The legendary cello playing skills that Huai Shi now calls legendary can grow after reading this manuscript. Not precious anymore ...

It is no wonder that the association can be recognized by many disaster musicians. For the lovers of art and love, the association is a treasure trove!

Huai Shi thought for a long time, and cold sweat stayed: "Uh, I'll ask, is it in the association ..."

"No, Mr. Bach is not a sublimator, although his ability is not inferior to any creator, but his achievements in art have not been recognized by people at the time."

The skull said regretfully: "It is said that he rejected the recruitment of the association before his death, and his consciousness did not sink into the sea of ​​silver, but was taken away by an unknown presence and received an eternal sleep without being disturbed by anyone."

Huai Shi was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt a little pity and comfort.

Indeed, if a creator like Bach can continue life, I don't know how many miracles can be created. But since such a person has chosen to face death, it is naturally worthy of eternal peace and rest.

Now it seems that the association has long expected that Huai Shi will have this line, otherwise why the movement is the best score for cello adaptation?

Obviously it means: little brother, you see, **** music is more promising, including five insurances and one gold, and year-end bonuses. It ’s a pity that a young man like you ca n’t go to hell!

Fine.

Feeling the association's enthusiasm for his punches, Huai Shi's expression could not help but twitch.

You guys will join me, right?

The clerk of the book of my fateful destiny, the twenty-five of the kingdom of heaven, are you afraid of you?

The sugar-coated cannonballs that are corroding my fighting spirit, I can eat them and I can spit them out for you ...

"" Aria "?"

After a detailed look at Huai Shi, he let out a breath: "Okay, lend me a piano, when will we start?"

"anytime."

The skeleton bowed gratefully, the ghost fire jumped, and in a blink of an eye, the scene change in front of Huai Shi was already in a huge warehouse. A dust box opened in front of Huai Shi, revealing the ancient piano lying between the sponge body.

Although after a long time, not only did there not be a little damage under the excellent care, but also a faint gleam that could be seen after soaking through the years.

When I touched the cold body, I felt like I was touching a cold crystal, and I could hear a long echo with a slight tap.

The strings were removed and carefully kept on the side without any traces of rust, elasticity as before, and the material seems to be extraordinary, whether it is the twisting technique or the preservation process is perfect.

Starting with the piano body, you can feel that the source flows smoothly in it, just like your own body, and any slight change can be experienced.

Feeling the essence of the near-crystallized abyss, Huai Shi involuntarily took a breath.

Is this already a border relic?

"Good piano."

Huai Shi sighed with emotion, and looked forward to the master's craftsmanship. If he could also advance his own piano into a border relic, it would not be a loss to pay more point source crystallization.

Moreover, there are now more than three or four million master instruments.

After a simple debugging after winding, Huai Shi tried to pull an etude, and felt that although he hadn't practiced for a long time, the skills in his hand were miraculously unobtrusive.

Thanks to the connection between swordsmanship, playing method and cello performance, if you do n’t have time to practice the piano for an hour every day, you can spend an hour to cut people, and the effect is almost the same.

That's so happy!

The original guilty conscience swept away, Huai Shi lifted the body of the piano and looked up at the skull in front of him: "Then start."

The skull nodded in excitement, and had changed into a more solemn dress, bent down to Huai Shi and sincerely thanked, the light and shadow in front of him changed instantly.

In the darkness, a beam of light fell on Huai Shi's shoulder, illuminating his hands and bow in his hand.

Here is already on the huge stage, and in the empty auditorium under the stage, the old skeleton has already entered the seat, sitting and waiting quietly.

The first time to play in such a formal place, but the place turned out to be in hell?

Huai Shi smiled softly, always feeling wrong.

But there is a stage, an audience, and a piano. Isn't it wrong?

So, let's get started.

The first performance after becoming a disaster musician.

Under the light, Huai Shi took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and stared at the music on the shelf in front of him.

The bow fell from the hands, as if weaving notes. With careful movements, the first soft music rose from the strings like clouds and mist, and the curls spread to the four sides, with a low melancholy and joy , Flying in the air.

In the auditorium, the old skeleton stood up involuntarily and leaned forward.

The ghost fire in the eye hole was shaking with excitement, wanting to go forward, wanting to stretch out his hands, can't wait to bathe in a pity of rain and dew.

The cello solo that evolved from Bach ’s string suite, "Song of G String", reproduced by the improvisation of Huai Shi to the template in front of him, just started!

The cello sounded low in the hands of Huai Shi.

The gentle and gentle melody emerged slowly, dispersed in the air, not violent and not fierce, but quietly like the spring water, covering everything lightly, smoothing the restlessness and restlessness, and bringing all souls to peace in.

Just listening quietly made the deceased who should have passed away cry.

So that all the painful soul can be peaceful.

Once again, Huai Shi fell into a trance like meditation, staring staringly at the yellowish movement in front of him, feeling the great will flow in the record between the lines in the word, what the creator once wanted to tell, want The emotion expressed, the melody that I want to create, has now emerged directly from the soul.

Even if the musical instrument and the medium are already different.

It seems as if a teacher is standing beside him, every nodule, every note, personally taught like that. The tenderness and mercy poured into the melody are all entrusted to the hands of Huai Shi.

The source of the mountain ghost was poured into the piano body like a torrent. In the low vibration, the invisible melody quietly merged into the outline created by this past. The backbone of the change stretches on its own, again creating a fleeting miracle.

That is indeed a miracle.

The miracle that only exists in this short performance, like the magic of the fleeting flash of magnificence-pinning indifferent compassion on this melody, soothing every painful consciousness, so that all despair can be calmed, so that The perseverance of can meet the promised relief in a long time.

Turning into the gentle encouragement at the beginning of the long journey, it is like waiting for the end at the end of the road.

In the gentle sound of the piano, all loneliness and loneliness seem to have meaning.

Even though the years are wasted.

It was like returning to the concert hall of the former seats, staring at past partners under brilliant lights, recalling the ferocious symphony and chorus.

But all this is over, as if no matter how grand the melody will usher in the end.

I don't know when the old skeleton has been lying on the chair, just in the corner of the eye, a drop of tears condensed by the pure source slowly fell.

"How beautiful we were ..."

He whispered softly, intoxicated by the brief reappearance of yesterday.

Reappeared yesterday.

With the soft melody spreading on the stage, the entire concert hall seemed to come alive, the silent lights lit up one by one, and there was a faint phantom appearing on the empty seats.

Those former phantoms walked in the corridor, talking and laughing silently with each other, eyes full of hope and longing.

All the darkness is colored by the melody.

It seems that under the reflection of this tiny candlelight, everything that is still in the darkness is awakened again, revealing the past beauty and gorgeousness.

In the envelope of the melody, even the continuous roar from the distance is already insignificant.

Even if the voice was so frantic, it was shocking.

Even if the destruction is close at hand.

But the small music still spread out, soared into the sky persistently, and sprinkled like rain, passing the ruinous scene and the roar of battle, and sprinkled on the earth indiscriminately.

In this gentle melody ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ the struggle between the two genealogy has climbed to the climax.

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Fifteen minutes ago, above the high wall, Ye Xueya slowly turned her head back, staring at the **** subordinates behind her, and her eyes slowly raised.

"Is that the case?"

As if regretfully, she sighed softly: "Who is the traitor? Gu Yue or Gao Hao?"

"It's Gu Yue."

Luo Shen raised his broken arm so that Shen Yue could bandage him, and quickly reported: "He killed Bai Hao, and he left after carrying a dark gold prop and two border relics. I didn't catch up."

"Don't blame you, after all, no one will guard his teammates to be two or five." Ye Xueya shook his head: "You don't have to worry, I'm afraid it won't take long, he will come to the door. "

Luo looked up puzzled.

"Such a thing as intelligence is time-sensitive."

Ye Xueya tilted her head and ignited a cigarette: "Especially now that we are doing our best to go out and the camp guard guards the weak intelligence, it will be worthless in half an hour.

If there is movement on the opposite side, it should be in these ten minutes ... "

The voice did not fall, and a loud trembling sound came from afar.

A huge pillar of fire rose into the sky, violently releasing a tyrannical light to the surroundings, and instantly removed a stronghold hidden outside the stronghold.

This is followed by the second, third, and even fourth ...

In the end, under the envelope of four pillars of fire, the entire Ginza area has been sealed off.

"coming."

Ye Xueya raised her eyes and smiled happily.

As if the whole person was excited, can't wait.

I have been patient for so long ... I can finally fight someone well!

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