Chapter 445: Memory Fragments

At the moment of going from heaven to hell, the sudden change caused everyone to change color in horror and exclaimed. [Take an imperial concubine back to modern times] The world in front of everyone has also changed from a fairyland of singing birds and fragrant flowers to a fierce Shura hell.

terrible!

Trembling!

Han Qingwu, who was at the side of the performance stage, shook her body and suddenly fell to the ground. Although at this moment her eyes turned into a terrifying scene of hell, it was not this that frightened her, but the memory fragments bursting out of her mind.

The cold and bleak mountaintops!

Snowy Glacier!

Familiar and unfamiliar faces, one after another with destructive power, she couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, she didn't know why these fragmentary pictures appeared in her mind.

Big sky.

A series of terrifying lightning strikes, and a series of shocking thunderstorms explode. The speed of the wind, the fury of the rain, the roar of thunder, the ravages of electricity. Horror pictures form a doomsday world.

She saw it.

Seeing this doomsday-like world, a majestic figure stands in the sky, amidst the sweeping sword shadows all over the sky, it destroys the siege of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and sweeps away the waves of doomsday.

"No……"

Han Qingwu saw herself, and saw those men who possessed destructive powers. At this moment, she didn't know why she felt so painful that she wanted to die immediately, but she still launched an attack on that stalwart figure.

"Zheng..."

The last thunderous piano note exploded in Han Qingwu's ears. She was overwhelmed by the tide of pain, the memory fragments in her mind dissipated as little stars, and the hellish world in front of her eyes became fragmented. As her consciousness darkened, she passed out instantly.

Inside the auditorium.

Everyone's eyes were closed, and their faces were filled with deep grief, with tears rolling down their faces. Their frowning brows slowly relaxed, but after the sound of the piano completely dissipated, the whole scene was dead silent. [North American Datang] At this time, even if a needle falls on the ground, it can be heard clearly.

After Feng Yaoqin.

Tang Xiu raised his head slowly,

When he raised his arm subconsciously and touched his face, he realized that at some point, two lines of tears had actually flowed down his face. His gaze slowly swept towards the audience, and when his consciousness was released instantly, he saw familiar faces.

"Um?"

Tang Xiu suddenly frowned, stretched out his hand to grab Feng Yaoqin, and walked towards Han Qingwu on the side of the performance stage. Without anyone noticing, Tang Xiu touched several acupuncture points on Han Qingwu's body. After a few clicks, he quickly disappeared through the backstage side door.

"What's wrong with me?"

Chi Nan was the first to wake up next to the aisle behind the audience seats in the auditorium. When she opened her eyes, she didn't care to wipe the tears on her face. There was no sign of the boss.

"That kind of power just now?"

Chi Nan's heart was trembling, and her eyes were full of awe. She was sure that the boss's piano sound just now was definitely weird. She has experienced countless fights, and even thought that if she heard the sound of the piano during the fight again, she would be like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered without any power to fight back.

before.

Although she was in awe of Tang Xiu, it was because of Tang Xiu's identity. But now, her fear of Tang Xiu was Tang Xiu's terrifying means.

at the same time.

On the other side of the stage, Zhang Xinya had already come to her senses. She quickly scanned the stage, but she didn't see Tang Xiu's figure. At this moment, she could still hear her "pounding" heartbeat, and felt a little cold in her body.

She had seen Tang Xiu's horror before. When he was on Hong Kong Island, Tang Xiu's brutal methods of killing the enemy had long been deeply seared into her mind. Tonight, after she experienced the beauty of fairyland, she experienced the horror of hell. Even in her heart, there was a deep sadness that could not be dissipated for a long time.

Before, she never thought that she could play the piano to such a level. The world outlined by the sound of the piano is as real as it is, making people feel like they are there.

in the audience. [Apocalypse Mo language]

Yue Kai, Hu Qingsong and others woke up slowly. After they found that Tang Xiu had disappeared on the stage, they all raised their arms and wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes.

"Why are you so uncomfortable?"

Hu Qingsong muttered with that thick northeast accent.

Xue Chao nodded and said, "It's very depressing, it feels so sad."

Yue Kai looked around and found that the people around him were just like him, almost everyone was wiping away their tears, and the sadness on their faces did not fade away. He raised his hand to hold his chest, and murmured, "It's unprecedented for Boss Tang to play the piano to such an extent. I never believed that music can shake people's souls, and I didn't believe that music could make people feel better." Illusion, but I believe it now."

Hu Qingsong, Xue Chao and others turned their heads and looked at Yue Kai's expression. Hu Qingsong said, "Me too. Boss Tang talked so well, he made me feel both fairyland and hell."

"Me too! Boss Tang will be my idol from now on!" Xue Chao nodded heavily and slowly gave a thumbs up.

another direction.

Jiang Feiyan wiped away the tears from her face, reached out and grabbed Li Xinjie's arm, and said with a bit of sob in her voice, "Xinjie, why do I feel a little distressed?"

Li Xinjie glanced at her with complicated eyes, and said with a bit of sadness on his face: "We are affected by the sound of the piano. I just observed that everyone is almost the same as us. Tang Xiu's piano skills are really amazing, he is simply the music of the piano." aspect of God."

god?

Sitting quietly by the side, Mu Wanying, who felt extremely palpitated, suddenly felt that Li Xinjie's description was so appropriate. That's right, Tang Xiu is indeed a god when it comes to playing the guqin.

besides……

And he is also a god in painting and calligraphy.

"In the world, how can there be such a powerful man? Like a god? When I meet him in this life, can I still fall in love with other men?" The corner of Mu Wanying's mouth suddenly showed a bit of bitterness, and she couldn't say no. Qing Dao's unknown feelings grew in the deepest part of her heart.

another place.

Yi Lianyan's eyes were clouded with tears. Having experienced the tastes of heaven and hell, she suddenly realized that she knew too little about Tang Xiu.

This piano sound, this lyrics.

She didn't know how to describe herself. The thought of rushing out to find Tang Xiu was extremely strong at this moment.

on stage.

The host wiped away the tears from her face, quickly adjusted her emotions, and came up to the top with a microphone. She looked at the school leaders and students whose sad expressions had not faded, and was silent for a few seconds. Zhong asked slowly: "Everyone, how about classmate Tang Xiu's guqin playing and singing?"

Ten seconds.

For more than ten seconds, no one responded. Everyone was adjusting their emotions and reminiscing about the scene they just experienced.

finally.

A leader of Modu University stood up from his chair and said in a deep voice: "Okay, very good. I have heard Guqin playing and singing countless times, but none of them can compare to student Tang Xiu's level."

applause.

Immediately afterwards, applause continued to join in, and after only a dozen seconds, the applause in the auditorium was already extremely loud. Everyone is applauding, everyone is amazed.

applause.

Awakened Han Qingwu who was in a coma.

"What's wrong with me?"

Han Qingwu opened his eyes and realized that he was in a dark place, but the entire auditorium was filled with thunderous applause. She supported her arms and sat up with difficulty.

suddenly.

A deep sadness surged in her heart. At the same time, her body froze, and memory fragments kept flashing in her mind. Just like the memory fragments when she was listening to the piano, she saw many scenes, saw many people whose faces were not very clear, and at the same time saw herself.

But.

These memory fragments are not coherent, as if looking at pictures one by one. Those photos are very familiar, but very strange.

"What are these?"

Han Qingwu felt a splitting headache, and she couldn't help covering her head with her hands. She desperately wanted to see more fragments of memory. However, when the series of patterns disappeared, she felt a headache from thinking about it, and couldn't remember what was going on with those pictures.

immediately.

She stood up slowly and walked backstage with a pale face. She didn't realize that at this moment, she was already drenched in sweat, and her walking legs were trembling slightly.

Boys' dormitory.

Tang Xiu leaned against his Land Rover, looked at Chi Nan who had rushed over after receiving his call, reached out and handed Feng Yaoqin to her, and said, "Take it back! Return it to Wei Jiangping tomorrow."

Chi Nan took it with complicated eyes. Seeing Tang Xiu's indifferent expression, she hesitated for a moment, and said, "Boss, your playing is really great. But, I'm a little confused."

Tang Xiu said: "Say it!"

Chi Nan said: "Your piano and singing were originally full of happiness and joy. But why did the artistic conception change so much later? The artistic conception of "Fairy Dream" should sound beautiful?"

Tang Xiu said indifferently: "I felt something in my heart, and I missed it."

Chi Nan suddenly realized, but a sense of fear grew in his heart. She didn't understand what happened to Tang Xiu, but she could be sure that it was an extremely tragic and sad story.

"Boss, I'll go back first."

"Let's go!"

Tang Xiu waved his hand, reached out to take out a cigarette and lit it, and watched Chi Nan disappear into the distant night. He suddenly laughed at himself: I thought I could suppress that emotion, but I didn't expect it to fail. Fortunately, there was no aggressive means in the artistic conception of Qin Yin, otherwise everyone in the auditorium tonight would have become idiots!

shook his head.

Tang Xiu wanted to drive away now and wait for Zhang Xinya in the Xinglan villa area, but he remembered that he had left the car keys to Yue Kai, so he turned and walked into the dormitory.

Lines of emotion.

The cutting is constant, and the reasoning is still chaotic.

Therefore, he absolutely put it down temporarily, no longer thinking about it, and no longer thinking about it. One day in the future, when he has enough strength to solve the problem, he will wake up Han Qingwu's memory, figure out everything, and solve everything.

[Sorry, I was in Beijing to participate in the training of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and was dragged out by a group of great gods to drink for a while, which delayed the update time. The third chapter is temporarily presented today, and at least five chapters will explode tomorrow. Please recommend votes for support in the new week. 】(To be continued.)()