full-time artist

The computer and earphone cables were twisted a little bit, and I seemed to be standing in a dark void, with the sky thousands of miles high and the lone moon hanging high above my head, and a corner of the palace in the sky was looming in the mist, and there was a fairy voice coming from a trance.

Ethereal as promised, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

Fei Yang forgot everything, he felt an unprecedented smallness.

In the vast universe, he is just an insignificant dust, drifting with the tide.

The piano is still playing.

The cello is still being laid.

I didn't take a sip of the cold coffee at the table.

In the not-so-gorgeous arrangement, only the slightly upturned ending in each song still reminds Fei Yang:

I am listening to Xianyu's new song, rather than comprehending some great way in the world.

He shuddered again.

The darkness and emptiness are gone.

There was still the computer and the long headphone cable in front of me.

It seemed that a moment of sobriety made the voice that was ringing in my ears clear this time, and the singing sounded like fireworks like a breeze.

"I want to go home with the wind..."

"I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu..."

"It's too cold at the heights..."

"Dancing to find out the shadow..."

"How does it seem to be in the world..."

It is no longer a faint fairy sound like a palace in the sky, but a worldly fireworks that tramples on reality, but still has an unavoidable refined meaning.

this moment.

Fei Yang's pupils were shrinking to the extreme, and even the apex of his heart was trembling.

If the computer screen is turned off at this time, a face with an extremely exaggerated expression will definitely be reflected on the display screen.

When the song sang "Turn to Zhuge, a low-pitched household, a sleepless night, there should be no hatred, what is the long-term goodbye", Fei Yang's whole body was out of order.

who am I?

where am I?

What am I doing?

Obviously the singing was still going on, but Fei Yang's brain became blank little by little, he could hardly think, and seemed to have entered a wonderful philosophical state.

Then, his face became paler and paler.

The sound in the earphones gradually became winding and undulating, with thousands of turns, like a sigh from thousands of years ago, or even from another time and space.

"People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete..."

The music paves the transition without rush or delay, like regret, more like a kind of relief.

When Fei Yang, who was listening to the song, woke up again, his hairs were standing on end, and he felt a tingling sensation from his scalp.

The brain still doesn't listen.

However, the singing voice from Jiang Kui is not hoarse, and even a little breath is suppressed, but it seems to have a kind of shocking power:

"Nung, moon and new moon."

click!

Fei Yang suddenly stopped playing.

He was silent under the light for a moment, then he began to pant heavily, and finally he simply picked up the cold coffee and gulped it down.

"what!"

Cold coffee enters the lungs, ice cold, sweet, astringent, bitter, bitter, spicy, and spicy. I didn't expect this instant coffee brewed lazily to taste all kinds of tastes.

Only then did he feel that the oppressive air around him was a little bit more circulated, and he couldn't help but let out a loud cry.

Thinking back a little bit.

He can finally speak normally.

"What is this!"

He opened his mouth and let out a strange cry, as if he wanted to express more with the air, but he opened and closed his mouth for a long time, but he didn't say half a superfluous word in a daze.

bump.

While speaking, Fei Yang put down his cup.

His hands seemed to be shaking slightly.

The trembling became more and more severe until it became uncontrollable.

He accidentally knocked off the phone.

The phone fell to the ground, the screen lit up, and there were several cracks on it, obviously it had just been dropped.

However, Fei Yang's focus is not on the need to change the screen of the mobile phone——

This is a group chat interface.

The chat record just stopped at the line "I can kill the gods in the lyrics part" of Neon Dance.

Ding dong.

There happened to be a message reminder in the group, it was from Yin Dong, but there was no specific content, just a simple punctuation mark:

"?"

Fei Yang was a little out of breath again. He tried his best to control his trembling hands, desperately pressing on the already insensitive screen. The content was basically the same as Yin Dong's, but the amplitude was longer:

"?????????????"

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ps: I really want to finish it in one breath like before, but it is true that my state is limited, and I spend most of the time sitting idle. Today, I wrote these two chapters for seven or eight hours?

Chapter 4 Nuclear Explosion

"Longdie's new song is really good. Both the melody and the singing have a charming charm. The only shortcoming is that the lyrics are a bit watery. The aesthetics of the lyrics of these songs are really a headache..."

It's almost time, Chu Di.

Neon Wu wears earphones in her office, listening to the new song created by Qu Da Longdie in the battle of the gods, while listening to it, she feels sorry for the imperfect part of the lyrics.

After listening to Long Die's song, Neon Wu looked at the phone, only to see the question marks from Yin Dong and the thirteen question marks from Fei Yang in the small group of three.

The neon dance with so many question marks can't help but be full of question marks.

What do you two mean?

Neon Wu was a little puzzled, but by coincidence, at the same time that Neon Wu saw this group chat, a singing voice suddenly came from the earphones:

"When will the bright moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it today..."

This is a coincidence triggered by random play.

It turned out that Neon Dance, like Fei Yang, didn't know whose song to listen to first, so it adopted the form of random playback of the songs of the Battle of the Gods series, and it turned out that Xianyu's new song "May I Live Long" happened to be randomly played.

Only a few lines were sung.

Neon Wu's eyes suddenly focused on the computer on the desk.

The display screen was still on the lyrics interface of the player, and the lyrics of "I wish you a long time" that condensed the eternal thoughts suddenly appeared in front of Neon Wu's eyes, so this glance became an unforgettable moment in Neon Wu's life.

crackle!

The moonlight outside the window was still flowing slowly in the silence, and there was no wind or rain in the world, but Neon Wu felt as if a thunderbolt appeared above her head, instantly blasting her brain into chaos.

"Shh!"

Neon Dance almost found her group chat that started with "I can kill the gods in the lyrics part" at the fastest speed in her life and tried to withdraw it, but unfortunately the time has passed for nearly 5 minutes——

Withdrawal failed.

Looking at the question marks from Fei Yang and Yin Dong at the back, Nihong Wu suddenly had the consciousness of social death.

Even though everyone couldn't see each other's faces through the Internet, Neon Wu already felt a strong sense of discomfort, as if someone was pointing fingers behind her.

Such as a thorn back.

Such as knuckles in the throat.

Like sitting on pins and needles.

The thinking of the neon dance is sober in the chaos.

Her first clear thought turned out to be, if she listened to "May I Live Long" first, would the news have been withdrawn safely?

You can also pretend to look like the years are quiet, as if you have never said this sentence?

It's a pity it's too late.

Moreover, even if this news is really withdrawn, my previous evaluation of Xianyu's ability to write lyrics in an interview with "Literary Daily" also has a similar interpretation and expression.

Neon Dance completely gave up struggling.

She simply listened to the song several times.

After listening to it several times, it seems that every time there is a new insight.

Whenever the song sang "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes", she can clearly feel the accelerated beating of her heart.

And when the song sang "I hope people will last forever, and share the joys and sorrows of thousands of miles", she can always feel the resonance from the depths of her heart.

I don't know how many times I listened to it again, Neon Wu finally took off the earphones.

The lyrics she finally fixed with her eyes were not the sentences just mentioned, but the five words interspersed in them:

"It's too cold at the heights!"

These five words unify all the feelings of the neon dance, including all the shocks she has about this song!

It's so cold at the top...

Letting out a deep breath, Neon Wu looked at the lyrics column, and saw the name "Xianyu" as expected.

Xianyu...

She couldn't help smiling wryly.

What is the furthest distance in the world?

Is it because I am still standing on the [-]th floor complacent, but you are looking down on all living beings in the atmosphere?

It's not that skills are inferior to others.

Because there is no comparison.

We are not even in the same dimension!

Leaving aside the embarrassment and embarrassment after being slapped in the face, what Neon Wu is most sure about now is that she will never be able to write such words in her life——

So take it!

Sincerely convinced!

No, these are not even lyrics anymore, but belong to the category of ancient words!

The profundity of Neon Dance's literary skills is recognized in the field of lyricists. She has read poetry and books since she was a child, and she will not regard "I Hope I Live Long" as that kind of inferior old-fashioned song that moans without illness——

That is a blasphemy against the word!

Blue Star has a lot of niche ancient music, and Neon Wu admits that some of them are excellent, but most of them are made up of rhymes for the sake of forced rhyming, or even with different words. Expressive garbage.

People, with picturesque features?

Fenghua, Fanghua, Shaohua?

Cinnabar, hoarse, fighting?

Tears like rain, and then pale hair?