Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 473
Zong Ze originally came to this deck after delivering the fruit plate to Chu Ci. The sea breeze on the deck was gently blowing, and Zong Ze also enjoyed the rare tranquility, because he could take a good look at himself in this rare tranquility heart of.

Zong Ze just leaned against the railing in a daze, but when he was in a daze, Zong Ze suddenly heard an indescribable singing voice. Singing gorgeous poems.

From Zong Ze's point of view, this is not so much a song as a poem, but the poem recited is many times more beautiful than the singing.

As he was listening, Zongze suddenly seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the sea, because Zongze seemed to have suddenly heard a dreamlike voice like a sea monster. of.

Zong Ze didn't realize when Chu Ci came at first, but Zong Ze didn't notice Chu Ci until the voice sounded. Since Zong Ze had been in the darkness all this time, his eyes were used to the darkness, and now he could see clearly. Clear word outline.

This is the first time for Zongze to hear Chu Ci singing live. It is not Zongze's exaggeration. In Zongze's mind, the song Chu Ci sings is not like ordinary music at all. Ancient fairy music, listening to it, forgets worry, it is probably the case .

The music is only part of it, the point is that no matter when, where, or what state Chu Ci is in, in Zong Ze's view, as long as he sees Chu Ci, he will be pleasantly surprised.

Looking at Chu Ci's indifferent, gentle and peaceful appearance, Zong Ze couldn't help but think that Chu Ci at this moment should also be the purest appearance of Chu Ci.

Chu Ci looked at the sea in the distance, and sang softly about the inconvenient feelings of the late spring in the decaying vegetation.

When a person is walking in the clouds, if he draws two strokes casually, it is just a stroke of day and a stroke of spring.

But even if the spring is delayed, but in March, when the warbler sings, the clouds will become poems, and the stories will be blurred, and the bitter cold ice and snow will turn into clear springs, so that the delayed spring flowers will bloom all over the branches , and in such a late spring day, meeting a friend is really the best thing in the world.

As he sang, Chu Ci suddenly had a feeling. Since the phoenix in the myth had already sang at the high hill, it meant that although the phoenix sang at a high place, the direction of the sang was not limited, just like the sun radiating The radiance is shining, but this brilliance is not like a beam of light, where it is sprinkled, but it is sprinkled with brilliance to save all living beings.

Thinking about it this way, Chu Ci felt that if the limit sound pressure (Huangming) was not used at the end of the song, but used in the middle, it might be most suitable to use the sound of Huangming as a link between the preceding and the following.

Chu Ci took a deep breath, and while taking a deep breath, Chu Ci seemed to fully conceive the phoenix's spirit in his throat,

[When the wine is warm, there is just the sound of cicadas, pouring it softly.

Then sing a section of Fengyue, the past.

Fortunately, in this life, I met someone by chance and stayed together for a moment.

Spring doesn't come, I just sing and you turn around.

The spring rain is coming, the jade tower is rising, what is the evening tonight.

Standing behind the west wind, the green lotus hates each other.

Willow catkins fly outside the wall, causing sighs for no reason.

Can't see it all, this scene is just a memory.

I should thank Hongchen for entertaining Liren.

Half of the face is ink, and half of the face is true.

The sound of the phoenix flute moves, leaning on the door at night with the lights on.

The getai is still there, and the bustling city is like an empty city.

When Gui Yanyan returns, she will hold a stick of incense and give it to her old acquaintance.

Like spring grass growing, swaying thoughts.

Year after year, the flowing water surrounds the city and goes round and round.

Remember you, wading through the water to ask my name.

Waiting for the rain and tea to cook, sitting alone in deep spring, and it's dusk again.

The beauty of the beautiful day and the beautiful day will not ask each other again.

Look around silently, empty, alone.

I don't know the spring breeze, and I also believe that time is fleeting.

The spring is late, and the swallows are late.

Yan went to the empty building, and no one knew him. 】

If the previous paragraph was sung so ordinary, perhaps the sorrowful thoughts of Chunri and the girl's perplexed thoughts would have returned to normal. The late spring day was sung alive.

Even if a girl's life is magnificent, it is actually short-lived. Fortunately, in this life, meeting someone by chance and staying together for a moment may be the most beautiful destiny in this long-awaited spring day.

Since you have heard all the most beautiful secrets in the long-delayed spring, no matter how few thoughts you have on your mind, they are just waiting for the return of Yan to hold a stick of incense.

But Chu Ci's song should end here according to common sense, but Chu Ci did not, looking around silently, empty, alone, even if it is a beautiful day, so what?

No matter how beautiful the beautiful day is, it is nothing more than a gift from heaven and earth. What does it have to do with me, a passer-by?

Every single word in the lingering lyrics made Zongze feel as if his whole soul had been electrified when he heard it. It was a kind of soul shock, and it had nothing to do with who was singing.

At this moment, what Zong Ze seemed to see was not Chu Ci, but a phoenix in full color, about to soar from the high hill to the sky.

If it hadn't destroyed the atmosphere at this time, Zong Ze might have been unable to help but applaud. Chu Ci's extreme sound pressure made the surrounding world, which was not noisy at all, seem to return to zero at this moment. The core of everything in the world is nothing but It was the voice like a phoenix singing.

After Chu Ci sang the middle section, he felt refreshed all over. If Chu Ci had a little understanding of the ultimate sound pressure (Huang Ming) before, then Chu Ci is quite familiar with the ultimate sound pressure (Huang Ming) now. Thoroughly.

Sometimes a period of comprehension is actually very simple, but it is only the time of a song.

Chu Ci was singing about the most beautiful secret of the long-delayed spring. At this time, the wind suddenly blew up on the sea. The wind on the sea was not strong, but it was a little bit stronger than before, but it made Chu Ci's skirt Flying in the sea breeze, it seems to have bloomed into a sea lotus flower on the sea.

Chu Ci suddenly put away the extreme sound pressure, and took another deep breath. This time Chu Ci changed to his most essential voice, singing softly.

[When Yan returns, take a stick of incense and give it to the old acquaintance.

Like spring grass growing, swaying thoughts.

Year after year, the flowing water surrounds the city and goes round and round.

Remember you, wading through the water to ask my name.

Waiting for the rain and tea to cook, sitting alone in deep spring, and it's dusk again.

It's beautiful on a good day and a beautiful day, so don't ask me any more.

Look around silently, empty, alone.

I don't know the spring breeze, and I also believe that time is fleeting. 】

This time Chuci didn't use any techniques, but just sang softly with his purest and most essential voice, as if he had integrated himself into the song.

And this singing voice also carries all of the lyrics, not only did not let down the ink-scented poems, but sublimated the poems in Chuci's own way.

(End of this chapter)