The celebration of magicians is not more exciting than the celebration of Baiding's world.【】
It's just that they can always come up with many new things - such as the Turin Fairy dancing in a grass skirt, the Siren Banshee floating in the air and singing loudly; and the snowflakes flying in the sky, falling to the ground with a tinkling sound, and dancing in the air.
The petals rain together to form a beautiful movement.
But in Zheng Qing's eyes, these are meaningless.
The funny dances of the goblins cannot cover up their rude and rude behavior, and the strong fragrance of the sirens cannot cover up the looming fishy smell of the sea. Even the magic snowflakes fluttering above your head will still be absorbed by your hands if you catch them.
The hot air turned into a puddle of cold water and disappeared cleanly along the fingers.
There are also those old-fashioned rules, old-fashioned rhetoric, and complicated rules.
They are all the perfect recipe for wearing down the spirit of a young wizard.
Compared with these, Zheng Qing was more interested in the presidents of First University.
It had been almost a month since he enrolled in school, and he had a close relationship with several principals. Even the deans of the colleges who often appeared in newspaper headlines, he had heard about them but not recognized them.
And it is said that these big guys will all show up at the opening ceremony.
There is less than half an hour left before the celebration begins.
Senior students from four colleges, researchers from several research institutes, teaching assistants, lecturers, professors, and old school workers who walked tremblingly began to enter the hall in order.
According to the old rules, everyone has his or her own place.
The professors stood in the protruding terrace on the highest floor on the side of the auditorium. They were dressed in black robes and gathered together in twos and threes, chatting and laughing quietly, looking relaxed.
The teaching assistants and lecturers are located half a floor lower, together with the researchers, standing in the semi-enclosed corridor under the terrace.
The students are arranged from top to bottom according to their grade level.
The senior students stand in the corridor on the fourth floor, the junior students stand in the corridor on the third floor, and so on. The freshmen of the class of 2008 can only stand in the circular corridor on the first floor.
Compared with the teachers and staff, the students seemed much more restrained.
Whether they are senior students or freshmen who have just entered the school, they are all cautious about their words and deeds, for fear of being accidentally caught by the pickets and having their credits deducted.
The people on the picket team were composed of officers from the student union and some school workers. They quietly patrolled the corridors on each floor, holding hard noteboards in their arms, ready to pull out the troublemaking brats and punish them at any time.
"Did you hear anything?" Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head, looked around suspiciously, and pushed his companion next to him.
The little fox hiding in his arms also turned its ears, its eyes widened, and its big fluffy tail stopped waving.
"Sound?" Fatty Xin scratched his furry head and squeezed his eyes, with a very confused expression: "Except for the chirping of birds and the barking of dogs... I didn't hear any other sounds... and that little pig.
The humming sound.”
Several other people also looked confused.
"It does seem a bit strange..." Li Meng frowned and tried to prick up his ears, his face turning red: "It sounds familiar..."
"What sound did you hear?" Xiao Xiaoruo realized something, quickly opened his notebook, and asked eagerly.
Zheng Qing tilted his head and found that this kind of thing was really difficult to describe.
Just like the ebb and flow of the tide and the falling rain, you can find many onomatopoeias and adjectives to describe these scenes, but the language is ultimately too poor and pale to accurately describe the connotation.
"I really should learn more magic texts," Zheng Qing muttered, the features on his face wrinkled up: "I find that magic texts are more precise and easier to describe and describe... vaguely speaking, it's a bit
It’s like the sound of birds chirping when you wake up in the morning; it’s also a bit like the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves during the rainy season.”
"What you are comparing is not the same voice at all...how can it be the same?" Fatty Xin looked suspicious.
"It's like the sound of the sun rising and setting, and the sound of the stars crying." Li Meng pointed her fingers and said irrelevant metaphors.
"There is still a sound when the sun rises?" Zhang Jixin finally couldn't help it and complained: "There are also stars crying. Are you sure you weren't scared to death by a ghost in bed?"
Li Meng had a dark face and said nothing. He just turned around and kicked Zhang Jixin in the leg.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but laugh.
He found that the little witch liked to kick people more and more now. He didn't know who she learned from.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Jiang Yu.
Monitor Jiang is holding his arms, frowning slightly, tapping his fingers lightly, with a very focused expression that makes people look at him twice.
"Silence." Xiao Xiao put up his brush, stopping the dispute between several companions and calling back the distracted public-funded students.
Zheng Qing turned around and was surprised to find that wisps of pale white mist had begun to float over the hall at some point.
The sirens and fairies who were dancing and singing in the center of the hall were now gone.
Even the large light clusters hovering in mid-air were extinguished one after another.
There was only darkness above the head.
Like the deep universe, quiet and timeless.
A small flame as big as a bean flickered in the darkness.
Zheng Qing's eyes widened.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
The drum beat seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and the big flames trembled and trembled with the drum beat.
With just a few clicks, Zheng Qing's attention was completely captured.
A short and intense movement, clearly marking the beginning and ending points.
Those thin mists, accompanied by bright drum beats and passionate rhythms, quickly coiled, vibrated, and spread, transforming into mysterious and strange patterns one after another.
Staring at those patterns and listening to the slowly flowing music in his ears, a picture suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Qing's eyes.
The dry universe is pitch black, without a trace of life.
A blue, tiny planet, like a grain of dry sand in the sea of stars, quietly hovering in its orbit.
Circle, year, year after year.
There is no beginning and no end.
As if a bolt of lightning broke through the fog, a spark of life burst out from this infinite silence.
The music in my ears was interrupted for an instant, as if I lost my voice due to shock!
Then hesitantly and cautiously, the flute sounded, and he poked his head;
Intermittently, the trumpet, flute, double bass, and bass drum spit out the sounds of their own exploration.
The field of vision expanded infinitely, and Zheng Qing's perception seemed to rush into the tiniest cells in an instant.
In my ears, the tinkling piano, accompanied by heavy chords, and long horns fully demonstrated the feeling of time flying by.
Cells are dividing rapidly, single cells, multi-cells, plants, animals, swimming in the sea, crawling to the ground. The evolutionary history of organisms that only exists in imagination is like a silent movie in fast forward, quickly unfolding in front of Zheng Qing.
The music became more and more intense and rich, and the scenery in front of Zheng Qing also became richer and richer. A feeling of life slowly rose from the bottom of his heart, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled his heart.
His vision suddenly widened, and a creeping sense of threat shattered the comfort and peace just now.
The huge meteorite with burning flames rubbed the tip of Zheng Qing's nose and hit the blue planet that had just given birth to life. The smoke rose, the plates shook violently, and the creatures fled frantically.
The music stopped again, and Zheng Qing clearly felt the calm before the storm.
Then, the short and fierce string sounds were struck vigorously and decisively, each one stronger than the next, one wave higher than the next, the momentum was violent and unstoppable!
Zheng Qing knew that this was life venting its anger.
It wasn't until the blue planet slowly returned to calm that the music gradually became lower.
The music at this moment is no longer as rich and complex as before, but clearly shows two or three themes.
The double bass and cello are helpless, and the lingering sounds are endless; the violin and the trumpet are eager to try, and they are constantly impacting; the piano, the bass drum, and other instruments that Zheng Qing can't hear are intertwined together.
Becoming increasingly complex and varied.
Animals running on the ground, jumping fish in the sea, birds soaring in the sky, insects crawling among the treetops, mosquitoes and flies buzzing in the meadow, and the struggling faces of countless creatures appeared in front of my eyes in an instant.
Then, it stopped abruptly.
Everything in front of me suddenly disappeared, and I returned to the magnificent auditorium.
Zheng Qing blinked hard, letting his brain slowly adapt to the suddenly relaxed rhythm. Then he looked blankly into the air, why did it suddenly disappear? Where are humans? Where are the creatures behind? What do those three themes represent?
The auditorium was silent, as if the intense music just now was all his imagination.
After a while, a buzzing sound started, quickly spreading from the first floor to the top.
Regrets and unfinished hustle and bustle filled it.
"Finally I feel it," Xiao Xiao put on his glasses again, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes: "The sound of life! The baptism of the soul! The feast for the freshmen of the First University!"
"Legendary, through the impact of music and pictures, it will purify your soul, let you fully feel the greatness and extraordinary of this world, and let you directly face the mysterious and unpredictable origin of the world."
"Unparalleled..." Zheng Qing recalled the music just now in fascination, savoring it and admiring it.