The melody came from the glass bottle in his hand, crisp and lively, dancing gracefully.
It was an unimaginable way of performing. For a moment, she actually ignored the beauty of the song itself.
"How is this possible?" The female apprentice subconsciously adjusted the position of the camera, and the main lens was focused on the young man on the stage.
The videographer shuddered and his eyes widened.
He couldn't move any more.
It wasn't just him, this melody swept away everyone's hearing like a curse.
It's amazing when you hear it.
It's like...a surge of soul.
A long and distant minor tune, ethereal and ethereal.
The airflow passes through the small opening of the glass bottle, squeezes, and then explodes into a series of tonal colors in the air. The colors blur the vision, making people fall into the deep sea of silence, and dense memory bubbles float around the body.
He felt as if he was sitting on a train that was moving vigorously in the wilderness. His father squatted on the platform and smoked a cigarette in silence. His mother, who was stumbling, was chasing after her desperately. His face was pressed tightly against the car window, in the gap.
Stretching out his hands, tears streamed down his face.
It's my hometown.
That's my hometown.
He was almost stunned.
"Taro, Taro, you should study hard when you are alone in Tokyo!" His mother's voice echoed in his ears. She fell down on the platform with a thump. People were coming and going, blocking his sight, and he lay weakly on the hard seat.
, holding tightly to the crumpled living expenses in his pocket.
Have you made a name for yourself in Tokyo?
Obviously not. After working for so many years, I was still a videographer in school. I didn't even have the opportunity to shoot short videos outside. I didn't dare to go home for a long time, and I didn't dare to answer the phone at home, for fear of breaking down emotionally as soon as I spoke out.
He stared at Yu Xian's childishness.
Why......
Why is there such a song in the world? It brings back memories every time.
Why......
Can a broken soda bottle play such a tune?
Is this still a human being?
What kind of deity is this?
The videographer silently pointed the DV lens in his hand at the boy. He had a strong premonition that something terrible would happen after this, and that he would become the only recorder of the beginning of the Tokyo University Art Earthquake.
The clear melody is slow and melodious, flowing like water.
Yu Xian's childish eyes were closed, his lips were pursed, and he was blowing softly. He didn't know how exaggerated the views in the audience were, and he didn't know how turbulent Miyamoto Yukiko and the other parents were.
To him, music is just music, for entertainment.
——It’s best if you can get off work early.
What he was playing was "Original Scenery of Hometown", a piece of music that does not exist in this world.
There is his own childlike little thought in it.
If he had the chance, he wouldn't mind playing this piece on the piano to Kiruma Hiiragi to inspire the piano boy. Playing a piece here at this time would be considered as completing the task ahead of schedule. It's up to Kiruma whether he can understand it or not.
Hiiragi himself.
This is a piece of music that has been cited as background music in countless classic TV series, and the arrangement can only be described as impeccable.
It is difficult to find a piece of music in the world that has no flaws and is completely natural, but it is like the wind making up the wind itself.
This is a trace of sadness that cannot be erased from the heart of the wanderer.
The red sunset over the wilderness fell into the earth. When I opened my eyes again the next day, my hometown was thousands of miles away from me. There was no longer such a peaceful and peaceful life. The noisy society burned the blood in my veins every minute and every second.
Neither can stop.
No matter how powerful a person is...who hasn't thought about home?
Where did the wind in childhood, the rain in childhood, the camphor tree in the courtyard, and the toys that were lost and never found again go?
Kiruma Hiiragi's eyes were distracted.
Black Wood Boy's stern little face gradually relaxed, and his body leaned forward slightly.
Miyamoto Yukiko felt like she was dreaming and rubbed her cheek.
Sitting next to her, Kirima Yoshitomo's eyes shed two lines of clear tears that no one could see.
...
There is no going back, everything disappears with the setting sun.
Opening your eyes is life in the steel forest, day after day, year after year.
The melody suddenly rises, which is the final farewell and farewell.
People must learn to grow up, wave their hands, say goodbye to their past selves slowly... Cross the door called growth, turn off the lights in the bedroom, and walk out with the briefcase on your back.
The song ends, but the aftertaste is still lingering.
Yu Xian put down the Bozi soda bottle and did not disturb them.
Most of the people in the audience were stunned.
Fujiwara Chie blinked her big eyes, obviously her brain was shut down.
Ryosuke Akagi gripped the back of the chair in front of him tightly, his nails almost digging into the wood.
The videographer recorded this strange scene, controlled the camera and panned in a wide circle, capturing everyone's expressions on the videotape.
Principal Kazuki Sawano was the first to recover from his sluggishness, applauding, applauding vigorously, with a joyful smile on his face, far more than Kurobutou's smile when he played.
As a direct officer assigned by the Tokyo University Art Headquarters, Sawano Kazuki has always had the most keen and cutting-edge sense of music. Now he smelled this strange and graceful fragrance. The surprise that Yu Xian's childishness brought to him was even greater than the one just now.
Both children add up to more.
People on the school board reacted one after another and clapped vigorously.
The Okuhata-ryu man was stunned. His arm weighed a thousand pounds, as if it had been broken.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Some people felt very happy when they heard it, and they had no words to describe it, so they could only scream.
"Sikunichi, red bean paste Sikunichi!" the girl next to Ryosuke Akagi blurted out subconsciously. "This child is really amazing."
"Yu Xian-san, can you do it again? Can you do it again? Please!" Several students in the central area jumped on their chairs and shouted suddenly, regardless of the teachers' obstruction.
These students just now were like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit - they swallowed it wholeheartedly. They were only surprised that a bottle could be used as a musical instrument, and they didn't even have time to taste it!
It was obvious that Yu Xian was not going to pay attention to their request. He gently knocked on the bottle and said softly into the microphone: "Kuroimudong, this is returned to you."
"oh!!!"
The students almost exploded.
Did he really come back with an unceremonious diss?
This guy looked gentle, but he didn't expect that he would repay his revenge! And he would pay back double the amount!
You must know that the violin Kuro Mutong used today is a high-end exhibition-grade product. This guy took a wave of soda bottles and went up to it, and slapped him in the face.
Obviously, these people have gone too far.
Yuxian just thinks that Kuromu Tong's violin is very good, so I retaliate, and of course I should give you something nice to play. Everyone laughs and forgets their grudges, and we are still little monsters holding hands from now on, Ott
Man comes and we beat him together.
The students' discussion reached Heimutong. Heimutong lowered her head, and after a while she covered her eyes with her hands. She seemed to be biting her lip with great effort, not wanting to cry, but she was biting too hard.
Even though it hurt, she still shed tears. The tears seeped through the gaps between her fingers and fell on her little black dress.
The long-haired warrior standing not far away looked over from a distance, and then looked at Yuxian Zhisheng with a murderous expression.
"Hey, was it real just now?" someone asked.
"I want to know too." Someone hesitated.
"It's true, I am that bottle." Chie Fujiwara affirmed, and then she was pressed down by Giyu Oka.
The students in the general education area soon came to their senses. They burst into cheers and discussed with great interest. The atmosphere was unprecedentedly harmonious.
Crazy! Really crazy!
Just bring a soda bottle and go up there to play! They won’t even think of it!
Before that, if someone had told them not to throw away the used Bozi soda and drill a hole to save money on the instrument, they would have smashed the soda bottle on that person's head first.
But now...it is really a dimensionality reduction attack!
In the gymnasium, a mother patted her sluggish son and asked softly: "What did the child drink?"
"Bozi soda, it should taste like peach."
"...Do you want to drink?"
"think!!!"
"I'll buy it for you after school. You can buy as many bottles as you want!"
At this time, the owner of the school grocery store was sitting in a rocking chair, smoking a cigarette with a leisurely expression, and reading the newspaper. He still didn't know what would happen to his store in the future.
...
Yu Xian stood on the stage and shook the bottle in his hand.
A female student closest to the podium hesitated for a while and reminded softly: "Um... Yu Xian, after the performance is over, you can come down after bowing and thanking me."
"Go down?" Yuxian was slightly startled.
"Isn't this just the beginning?"
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