His ears instantly caught a sound at the end of the music.
The sound was deep and heavy, completely inconsistent with the brisk rhythm of the music.
Fu Nian quickly understood what was being played, even though half of Long Wen's voice in the music was gone.
"Welcome my king..." Fu Nian murmured to himself. Because he had not finished speaking, Fu Nian did not know the meaning of the subsequent transposition. But based on this beginning, he could also guess a rough idea of what would follow.
This is a hymn in praise of the Black King. There were many of them in ancient times.
But what made him curious was not this, but why Manstein kept half-talking. This half-talking way made people uncomfortable.
Give me a chestnut.
I hope you can make love with me
…
things to do
And for Fu Nian, who hadn't heard anything familiar with Long Wen for a long time, it wasn't something he could say without finishing his thoughts.
Fortunately, Manstein is not someone who doesn't know when to stop.
Along with the opening of another piece of music, the dull and powerful voice reappeared in the echo of the air.
Listening to Long Wen's voice, the meaning expressed appeared in his mind at the right time.
"Destiny begins with Wu De, who is married to...!!"
The sound suddenly stopped again. Once again, only the sound of powerful music was left dancing in the room.
Fu Nian silently put down the pencil he had prepared in his hand, picked up the milk on the corner of the table, and moistened his mood. He looked helplessly at the back outside the window.
He now has reason to believe that Manstein has some strange mischievous mentality, because many mental patients have this kind of mentality.
When the second song ended, Fu Nian didn't hear Long Wen singing.
Watching the time passing by on the clock on the wall, a feeling called boredom began to spread in the air.
But Fu Nian didn't know that the two people watching the surveillance video outside the window were not in such a relaxed mood.
"Professor, the next part is the official broadcast of Longwen." Masashi Toyama carefully stared at the sleepy Fu Nian in the video.
"I know."
"Will we do this..."
"Teaching requires a rigorous style. We must ensure that things are within our control."
"The professor is right." Masashi Toyama nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
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The third piece of music seemed to be an old song. Even though Fu Nian didn't know much about this world, he still felt a sense of being out of time.
"Everyshalalalaeverywo'wo"
"Stillshines."
“Everything-a-ling-a-ling”
"Thatthey'restartingtosing"
“Sofine”
…
The music is soothing and melodious. Fu Nian can feel the flavor of the old times in every word. Those long-lasting notes are like the beauty of the past, which can always come back to you inadvertently. Fu Nian can't help but wave.
The fingers rise and fall in harmony with its rhythm...
"What's the name of this song?" Fu Nian raised his head and looked in the direction of the surveillance camera and asked. He knew that Manstein and Chen Xiaoxiao would definitely pay attention to his every move during the exam.
Manstein and Masashi Toyama were stunned at the door. They looked at each other with the same blank expressions as before.
"Yesterday Once More, the Chinese name is Yesterday Once More. A classic old song from the last century." When the two of them didn't know the name of the song, Chen Xiaoxiao's voice appeared in time.
"That's it." Fu Nian held his head, his eyes leisurely and blurred.
In this environment, he actually enjoyed the pleasure of music.
suddenly,
The undulating rhythm of the music suddenly changed, and a thick and deep sound gradually appeared at the bottom of the notes. Just like the silent sand at the bottom of the lake was stirred with great force, the clear and slow stream no longer became so charming.
Long Wen appears!
But at this moment, Fu Nian became reluctant.
"Is it okay to listen to music without interrupting the exam?"
Feeling helpless, Fu Nian had no choice but to pick up the pencil in his hand again and prepare to draw.
Because this time the sound was not as short and cramped as last time.
This time the dragon essay is full of a long and heavy feeling, just like the church bells from thousands of years ago, reappearing across a long time and space. The continuous and long rhythm is like a singer who cannot breathe.
Shocking and fascinating.
The scene in front of Fu Nian began to change rapidly.
There was no grand prayer from all the people as expected, nor was there a pair of golden eyes full of coercion and fury.
The surrounding incandescent scene began to darken, and the spacious classroom gradually became wider and wider.
He came to the sea, the sea before the storm.
The waves continued to roll and fall on the undulating water like loneliness. Dark clouds rolled and gathered above his head. The low sky seemed to be within reach, and the depression in the air seemed to be solidified, making people breathless.
Fu Nian looked at all this blankly. He looked at himself floating on the water relying on driftwood.
His wet hair was close to his skin, and the icy coldness slowly but surely eroded every inch of his skin. This was a painful experience, so painful that he could clearly feel the icy coldness around him trying to penetrate his skin.
Soaked in blood.
He desperately slapped the darkness with his hands, like a poor man about to drown who didn't want to give up the last piece of driftwood that represented hope.
Snap!
The roaring waves crashed, and the darkness suddenly shattered like a mirror, with even ripples and spider webs rapidly expanding around it.
The heavy rain that the sky tried its best to control still poured down as usual, and the driftwood did not block the lapping waves after all. The sea water connected the driftwood with him and knocked it into the cage of the deep sea.
He breathed heavily, desperately, desperately. But the rolling seawater didn't care about the boy's struggle, just like the giant beast didn't care about the life and death of the ant.
He finally sank. He raised his legs to the sky and looked at the ripples that were quickly disappearing. The lonely seawater quickly swallowed him, and the boundless darkness quickly spread.
His hands were clenched in despair, and the darkness behind him seemed to come from the abyss of hell, boundless, with no hope at all.
All I can see is loneliness and coldness.
He is like a feather flying in the universe or a fish bone sinking into the deep sea. There is no sound or light around him. It is so quiet that it makes one's heart palpitate, and his loneliness is so lonely that it makes one collapse.
He felt that he had been floating for a long time, until time almost forgot him, and when he drifted into darkness he almost died.
It floats one day, one year, and one thousand years. Time flows luxuriously there. Everything is withering and reborn. Only he is still falling.
Keep falling.
Fu Nian's consciousness gradually blurred, and the emotions he felt made him fall into boundless loneliness again...
.
"elder brother."
Suddenly, a crisp sound sounded in the surrounding darkness. It was like a sudden spark in the black clothes. The gentle light became the only light in his world.
He felt warmth and hope.
His lifeless eyes gradually regained their color, and his hands became stronger.
"Brother, do you want potato chips or Coke?"
The surrounding darkness began to roll and boil rapidly. It came like a tidal wave, and now it receded like a tidal wave.
The fading sea water took away the black and white around it.