Chapter 459 Drumming Again

The entire cleaning work lasted for one day, but only part of it was completed. Fan Qing shouted that she was tired and asked for a rest before ending the day's work.

Professor Fan pinched his waist and said, "Thank you for your hard work, but we will probably have to stay in the library for the next few days. The sooner we can clean up, the better."

Fan Qing grimaced and turned to Han Fei to complain, but when she turned around, she found that Han Fei was still looking at a bunch of strange things, which were the things she had cleaned up today.

Fan Qing couldn't help but walked over and looked at the food that had been swept away to reveal its original appearance. She was surprised and said, "Are these drums?"

Han Fei nodded.

Fan Qing stretched out her hand and struck it. The sound of the drum was steady and loud, and she said, "Wow, it still works! It's so magical!"

Professor Fan also heard the sound of the drum, walked over and said in surprise: "Drum? How come there is a drum? It seems that there is no such thing in the records."

Han Fei murmured: "Border Fortress Eighteen Drums."

Professor Fan turned his head and said, "What?"

"That's the drum played by the goddess to inspire the soldiers. It's called the Eighteen Drums of the Frontier, also called the drum of the goddess. It has the effect of boosting the morale of the soldiers."

When Han Fei finished speaking, Professor Fan and Fan Qing both looked surprised. Professor Fan said directly: "Xiao Fei, how did you know?"

Han Fei smiled bitterly and did not answer. How could she tell them that she had played this drum for Qin Che.

Han Fei's eyes were filled with nostalgia, and she even couldn't help but want to play the drums.

These drums are the real drums of the goddess, but here, there is no army, no war, nothing she is familiar with, no reason for her to play the drums, she is the only one, so who is playing her drums for? ?

There is no answer to this question.

It was night, when the whole museum was quiet, a figure flashed past, quickly passed through many infrared protections, and entered the basement directly.

The light of a flashlight was particularly obvious in the dark night, and the light shone directly into the coffin, making the red uniform inside even more eerie.

Han Fei stood quietly in front of the coffin, her expression hesitant, but in the end, she was cruel and took out the neatly arranged military uniform.

The material you touch is excellent, like silk to the touch. Even after the baptism of time, there is no rough feeling at all. The moment you touch it, it's like a burst of electricity penetrates your fingertips and reaches your heart. .

Han Fei couldn't help but her fingertips trembled, but in the end, she took out the red uniform, and then she put it on piece by piece.

The military uniform was very complicated, but Han Fei's hands put it on piece by piece as if she was very familiar with it. No matter where the hidden buttons were, she seemed to have been familiar with them for a long time. This feeling made Han Fei irresistible and slow at the same time. Slowly getting used to it.

Until the entire military uniform was completely worn on Han Fei.

The fit is perfect, even the shoulders and cuffs look like they were tailor-made.

Han Fei touched the clothes on her body and felt the urge to cry. This impulse was uncontrollable and made her eyes red. She clutched the clothes around her heart tightly with both hands.

Han Fei wouldn't know that at this moment, she was just like the woman in red, even the arrogance between her eyebrows and eyes was urgent.

The same arrogance, the same domineering attitude.

Han Fei raised her head, untied her ponytail, and her black hair poured down like a waterfall.

She let her hair down, bent down and took off her shoes, stepped on the cold floor with her bare feet, and then walked step by step to the neatly arranged drums. She looked at the drums quietly and suddenly smiled. For a moment, she missed the time when she used to play drums.

At that time, she was probably the most innocent and romantic.

Thinking of this, Han Fei bent down and picked up the drumstick next to the drum, exhaled deeply, and adjusted her breathing. Suddenly, with sharp eyes, she waved her hands, and the red string tied to the drumstick The ribbon also flew up and hit the drum head.

"Dong——"

A heavy and distant drumbeat slowly spread.

This sound of drums shocked Han Fei's soul. At this moment, she felt that she had forgotten that she was in the basement. She was in a wild wilderness, and in front of her was the vast and loud desert, and in her ears, there was the neighing of war horses. There was a sound, and there was the blowing of the trumpet.

Her eyes changed, became sharper, and became less like herself.

As if infinite strength had been injected into her hands, she squeezed the drumsticks tightly and began to spin and fly among the eighteen drums.

"Dong-dong-dong-dong-"

One after another, long or short drum sounds sounded, stepping on some kind of melody, directly touching the heart.

"Dong——"

She saw the thousands of troops and horses in front of her arrayed in a vast and endless array of moves.

"Dong——"

She heard the war horn blowing, the clash of weapons, and the shouts of reunion.

"Dong——"

She felt the smoke in the air, felt the victory and defeat shrouded in death, and felt the thrilling thrill of charging into battle.

"Dong——"

She opened her eyes and took everything into consideration, the endless battlefield, the misery of corpses wrapped in horse leather. When the balance of victory was tilted towards the enemy, Han Fei saw herself. No, that was her, not her. , that red figure stood quietly on a high place, looking down at the world like a god.

She saw the red figure picking up the drumstick, raising the drumstick high like her. The soldiers were looking at her, the generals were looking forward to her, and the enemies were afraid of her.

The red figure was also playing the drums. She heard the drumming played by the red figure. The dull drumming sound slowly merged with hers. It was as if after endless years, they finally came together. Oneness.

"Dong——"

She is her, she is her.

The originally sluggish morale began to revive, and the existing decline began to resist. The soldiers who heard the drums felt like fire was burning in their chests. They shouted and charged into battle.

"Come up! Come up - Your Majesty is with us, the light of the goddess spreads all over the world!"

"The light of the goddess protects my army! We will win!"

"For Your Majesty! For victory! For our peace!"

"Rush!!!"

When the drum beat became more exciting and exciting, Han Fei's heart beat violently, echoing the drum beat, and almost jumped out of her chest.

What Han Fei didn't know was that at this moment, she was already in tears.

Tears slowly slid down her stunning face and dripped onto the drum. In an instant, a burst of intense golden light erupted from the drum, almost engulfing Han Fei's figure.

Her clothes are flying, her expression is solemn, her figure is flying, everything about her is filled with a sacred atmosphere.