Almighty singer assistant system

Chapter 686 The Singer of the End of the World (Part [-])
"Luo Cheng!"

Wei Cheng vaguely heard the figure with the gray double ponytails calling out this name, which made his footsteps slightly stagnant, and he even had the urge to stop.

However, he didn't stop after all.

Why stop?
In this life, I am Wei Cheng, the man named Luo Cheng... Sorry, I don't know him!
"Goodbye…"

He didn't respond, although Wei Cheng wore a mask on his face, but with a gentle smile, Wei Cheng lowered his head and blocked his own emotional fluctuations.

Heart like a rock!
At this moment, Wei Cheng walked out of the dreamland of singing birds and fragrant flowers without looking back, and walked into the song copy of "Singer at the End of the World" with Le Zhengling and Mini Tianyi!
——tick

The sound of rain soaked through his clothes.On the giant tree, that beautiful figure watched Wei Cheng leave, and immediately lowered his head, looking at the sky.

The Yinjie Continent, which is always sunny and cloudless... It's raining.

Down for someone who doesn't exist.

For that one, the memory has not yet been recovered, and it is unknown whether the person still exists or not.

……

The notes of the melody turned into the purest sadness, and the jingle fell on the hearts of everyone. As the cold wind spread, a girl in dark red clothes walked on the street and sang softly in a faint sadness.

"Cicada Shiyu ~ turns into light ink to render the twilight, permeates ~ outlines footprints and ruts."

The singing seemed to have a soul. The moment the girl in red opened her mouth, the sad singing sounded with the wind, and the whole world seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and it became quiet at this moment.

Gentleness and sadness coexist, the singing echoes, and in a blur, the rain-drenched city seems to have changed its appearance.

— tick tick
The small, continuous and clear sound of rain turned into countless silver threads, falling from the sky thousands of miles high.

Looking up, the sky that was dyed ink-colored by the sound cloud at some time spread in the eyes.

In the hazy ink painting scroll, suddenly, I saw the rain-stained path again, the cold rain was slowly seeping in, and then the sound of heavy traffic sounded at the same time, ripples rippled on the calm water surface, shoe shadows and ruts appeared, and then It was slowly covered by the rain and returned to its original appearance.

"Laughter, saturated with floating water vapor, blurred with the city through the window."

what is that?
In the tram that traveled a long distance and did not know the end of the journey, someone looked out, and the unknown laughter came from the hazy world in the rain, which did not belong to him.

Who? Who knows.

Only through the rain-soaked car window, I can see the hazy but gradually dimming scenery of Dadu outside the window.

"Plucking, the old guitar, humming a song in four time; in the echo, a person seems to be quite leisurely; waiting for the cool rain, the temperature will neutralize the restlessness and heat; searching, the twists and turns of the wind."

——In the empty carriage, one person played the guitar alone, and the treble echoed in the closed underground passage, and in the gradually weakening echo, he sang leisurely.Suddenly, the scenery in front of her suddenly shattered, followed by a faint, invisible breeze caressing her cheeks.

That is a high-level power fluctuation.However, just when that force wanted to attack the girl, it was entangled with a dark red chain and disappeared...

"I'm still in a rainy, moldy place where no one cares, singing songs with no audience to the sound of the rain. The crowd is still aimlessly dispersing to the destination, busy ~ doing nothing ~ continue."

"Waiting for someone who can knock my heart lightly. Even you, you only stopped for a moment and then left. Thinking about who might meet me at the next intersection, even if it's just a ~moment~ miracle."

Following the invisible airflow, the girl came to the bustling station, and the wind stopped in a remote and lonely corner.

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The sound of the rain sounded from nowhere, and amidst the sad and lonely melody, the crowd passed in front of the girl in a turbulent and busy manner, but no one ever stopped in that corner.

Monotonous and bewildered, people with unknown directions passed by, until for a moment, finally a person stood in front of the girl, but before she could be surprised, the person put down a coin, turned and left.

No one knew what that figure was thinking, but amidst the endless melody, a lonely, ignored guitarist silently put away his instrument, got up and disappeared into the crowd along the crowd.

"Xia Yekong appeared in the distant memory, and the blooming sparks embraced the stars. Before disappearing, the most gentle giving was made, just like the parting of those blurred figures."

The boundless starry sky is like an unrolled picture scroll, covering the confused and hazy crowd of people, vaguely, as if a shadow disappeared from the girl and faded into the night.

"Confused, restrained, like a fish in a city pond; choking, or weeping, all melted into the foam. Dragging the tired body to sink to the cold bottom of the pool, watching the colors fade."

Covered up, forgotten, holding the old guitar that never left her body, she plunged into the cold pool water, the girl gradually didn't know what she was fighting for.However, when she was about to be exhausted and fell into despair, there would always be a black warm current flowing through her palm, pulling up the sinking girl and helping her find her original dream.

"I'm still in a rainy, moldy place where no one cares, singing songs with no audience to the sound of the rain. The crowd is still aimlessly dispersing towards the destination, busy ~ doing nothing ~ continue.

I pray for someone who can tap my heart gently, will you pay attention today and try to get close?Because maybe the next intersection will still have the same ending, and there is no instant miracle. "

The sound of the rain is still there, eyes closed, sinking in the darkness, in the darkness, the clear sound of the rain hitting the ground, like a torture of the soul, questioning the girl's dream-seeking heart again and again.

Is that a memory? Or is it real? No one can know.

In the sad ballad, the girl reappeared in a corner where no one cared, singing, with hope in her eyes, watching the crowd disperse again.She saw that person, however, that person did not stop again this time.

So, she stopped singing, turned around and left lonely.

"(Echo) Polar Night and Eternal Day～Parting and Gathering～Pulse and Breathing～Searching for meaning."

"(Whispering) I'm still in the rainy and moldy place where no one cares, singing unsold songs with the sound of rain. The floating people are also struggling to persist in existence, chasing~dreaming~continue."

Traveling between day and night, and witnessing endless banquets and farewells, she stopped in the middle of the rain, holding the eternal old guitar, singing songs, and staring blankly into the distance.

"(High pitch raised) Please don't let me crawl alone in the torrential rain of the end of the world, and sing songs to witness the end with the rain. People finally ended their search and stood still, crying ~ begging ~ for a miracle."

Finally, it's all over.

The whole world was plunged into darkness, and the torrential rain flooded the entire city. Under the crisis of the end, the always busy pedestrians stopped being busy, and finally stopped, and the schoolgirls stopped together.

But that mournful cry was in sharp contrast to the girl's singing.

Looking at the doomsday that was coming, the singer smiled. As a doomsday singer, the girl still leaned on the guitar and sang with all her strength, as if she was seeing off the ink-colored world.

"(No matter how high) use these hands to play the incomplete and rusty strings, all of which are silently hidden in the dripping rain.

Will you respond to my heartbeat when the song starts?Take your trembling hands and usher in everyone's ending. "

At the end of the song, in the collapsed world, the person who had stopped for him was washed out by the torrential rain, and he was never seen again.

The girl smiled sadly, and after performing the last high-pitched swan song, she silently closed her eyes, preparing to welcome the end of the reincarnation...

　Thank you for the 17 tickets for Wonderful Memories, nine tickets for RainOO, six tickets for Year, five tickets for Qingfengmingyuemingyueqingfeng, two tickets for His Royal Highness Ai, two tickets for Luo Tianyi’s super cute duck, and one recommendation ticket for Jinyiwei_Jiangmingweiming.

　　Q book reader Yu Meng Luo Yusheng nine tickets, five deserts, four Hanlu Xueyin, four portraits of my boss, goodbye three tickets, and two recommendation tickets for teenagers with secondary illnesses.

　　


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