Chapter 104 Long Time No See

Chapter 105 Long time no see

In the basement, the dark melody continued to weep.

But Ye Qingxuan was deeply confused.

He had touched the spirituality of this dark movement, but what was this spirituality like? He found the essence hidden in the melody, but he couldn't describe it!

In the turbulent melody, Ye Qingxuan concentrated on thinking: What is guilt?

Just in his trance, the out-of-control ether was pulled by the melody and gathered from all directions. They were like mist and light.

The layers of phantoms were turbulent in the dark basement, but they could not condense into a definite image.

Because Ye Qingxuan couldn't touch the essence of the essence, he never thought about what the so-called guilt looked like.

Is it cold wind and rain?

In the basement, there was a gust of cold wind blowing, and the cold water vapor condensed in the corner of the wall and quickly disappeared.

Is it thunder and lightning?

In the illusion of ether, black clouds suddenly gathered, and in the lead-gray layers of dark clouds, thunder roared and sometimes a shocking flash of lightning flashed.

But soon, the thunder and lightning disappeared.

Is it a thousand blades piercing the heart? The sword flashed in the illusion, but the sword flash also disappeared.

Is it raging lava? A trace of scorching heat suddenly appeared in the manic piano sound, and the burning wind of hell blew in the suffocation.

The phantoms kept flashing from the changes of ether, like a dream bubble, fleeting. But that kind of change is getting slower and slower, and more and more difficult.

Until the end, it was completely frozen, and something fierce was brewing inside. Invisible and intangible emotions are condensing in this solidification, constructing its appearance.

Gradually, the sound of falling water drops was heard.

In the solidified illusion, the water drops are condensing, falling, and gathering together, until they finally turn into a silent flow!

It was clearly a closed basement, but suddenly there was a lonely atmosphere from the deep sea slowly emerging.

It was a river.

Yes, it was a black river.

In the illusion of ether, the black river was rushing silently, converging from all directions, as if to cover the whole world.

The sticky and dark water was rising slowly, submerging the ankles, rising to the waist, covering the neck, rising inch by inch, with a sad and desperate breath, completely submerging people. It penetrated into the soul without any holes, taking away every inch of space.

This is guilt, the black river that flows forever in everyone's heart.

In the manic melody, the black river was like a noose, tightening slowly, taking away every bit of space for breathing, and making people fall into eternal despair and repentance.

Irreversible!

When the soul finally suffocated, the quiet black river began to boil, like a desperate soul roaring wildly, screaming helplessly, and begging for salvation like crazy.

The black river was turbulent, madly hitting every inch of the wall. The tiny creatures hidden in the cracks and under the floor were rolling in pain at this moment, captured by this desperate melody, sinking into the river of guilt and unable to extricate themselves.

With the arrival of the climax, crackling sounds continued to sound. Those mice and insects madly hit the wall and died, hoping to find relief and tranquility in eternal death.

In the melody, the desperate soul drowned in the black river just passed away.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Ye Qingxuan finally woke up from the frantic performance, sweating and panting.

"Is this the technique of playing multiple notes?"

In silence, he looked down blankly and looked at his hands. He played too frantically and almost lost his strength. A sour pain rose from every finger, and even moving it would feel piercing.

After a long time, he lowered his head and pressed the keys in front of him, and the piano was silent.

The strings broke.

All of them broke.

This was a matter of course. How could an old practice piano withstand such intense performance? Or should it be more devastating?

But for some reason, Ye Qingxuan's mood was much better, perhaps because the venting just now cleared all the darkness accumulated in his heart.

"How is it, are you feeling better? Ye Zi."

Behind him, a calm and cold voice sounded, like moonlight.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, thinking that he had hallucinations, but that voice was clearly real and unnecessary. He turned back with difficulty, as if he had seen something incredible, his eyes were shocked and confused.

"Father...?"

In the dark basement, the last light had been extinguished in the manic piano sound.

But the quiet moonlight came from nowhere, illuminating the man's white long clothes and his pupils. His pupils were clear and quiet, like the bright moon.

He stood in the moonlight, looked around, and smiled at the boy.

After a long absence, that smile was still the same.

With the enlightenment and sadness of understanding fate.

"Hey, Ye Zi, long time no see."

He asked softly: "Are you okay?"

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"Is it really you?"

Ye Qingxuan stood up subconsciously, but soon his movements stopped.

It was not until this time that he noticed the criss-crossing obstacles between the two of them.

Those are strings flying in the air, crisscrossing under the moonlight, forming an abstract and vague piano.

This is an instrument that is completely awakened by the sound of the piano.

—— Jiuxiao Huanpei.

"First of all, congratulations, you have finally been recognized by 'Jiuxiao Huanpei'."

In the moonlight, Ye Lanzhou stared at the boy: "Ye Zi, you have become a musician, you have worked hard."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him in astonishment, and after a long time, he seemed to be exhausted and sat back on the chair.

"It's just so-so, actually quite simple."

He lowered his head in frustration: "It just took a little time."

"Sorry, this should have been the most important time for you, but unfortunately I couldn't really be by your side to congratulate you for some reasons.

As you can see, I am now just a memory."

In the image in the moonlight, Ye Lanzhou sighed with regret: "You awakened the Nine Heavens Ring, which proves that you returned to Avalon and found what I left behind.

I don't know where you found this song? The Sharon Hotel in the downtown area? The Great Library? Queen's Boulevard? Or some old ghost? I was afraid that you wouldn't find it after you came back, so I left a lot of the same engravings... But in fact, I don't want you to come back, I don't even want you to find it."

He stared at the boy in silence and said softly: "Sometimes I even think, if you can forget me, how good it would be to live an ordinary life for a lifetime? In this way, you won't encounter so many dirty things and things. As long as you work harder, you can live happily."

"Father, do you think it makes sense to say this?"

Even though he knew it was an illusion, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help asking back.

As if he had noticed the boy's question, Ye Lanzhou's expression became helpless: "But, there's no point in saying this now, right?

Then let me tell you something."

"Listen carefully, the next thing is important."