What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

He sang better than before.

Li Mingli had no way of knowing what happened to him, but the faint depression in his singing voice before disappeared, and it became light and bright, with a light as clear as water.

But it must be the creek flowing between the frozen and unfrozen broken ice before dawn in winter.

It is warm, clean and dust-free, all the painful and dirty past is submerged underwater, but it is also neurotic and icy, with the slightest warmth at the top being brushed away, and a whole winter snowy night hidden underneath The biting cold flowed from his fingertips into his heart.

So his heart seemed to be embedded with a piece of unmelting ice, blocking his blood vessels and his breathing in every period of time he lived.

His soul is independent of the body, watching with cold eyes and not saying a word.

But apart from his soul, who would care about his distraught appearance at the moment, with difficulty even breathing.

Eighty Three was completely immersed in the stage.

He was standing on the stage, he was singing, and the audience who didn't know him off the stage, they were whispering, muttering in low voices, looking at him suspiciously and strangely, and gradually getting addicted to the singing.

It's like there really is magic in his music, washing away all the dust that has settled on the soul.

Of course, there are audiences he knows, and he should be grateful to Banshee for making room for his ghost friends.

Although they are invisible and invisible, they can float in the hall to listen even if they don’t vacate a seat, even if the position has no practical significance, they will pass through the position as soon as they sit, but the vacated position does give them a kind of " The real feeling of "the audience", as if they are indeed a separate entity, rather than a wandering ghost that no one can see.

The piano that Bansy got from nowhere has a very good sound. When the black and white keys fall alternately, each note rises and falls, making people wonder if it is water flowing from Bansy's fingers, and the water drops hit the smooth surface like a mirror. On the stage, there are ripples circle after circle.

The reflections of the oil paintings behind them on the stage are dark and light green, layer upon layer, like the colorful lake water.

Ba Lingsan felt as if he was stepping in the lake, the sound of the zither was crisp and clear, reflecting the sky and water, everything was clear, and the circling birds were of a beautiful shape he didn't know, singing ethereal songs like the sound of wind in the sky.

Yes, sing it, sing it.

Bancy played the tune that he had practiced many times in his heart, outlining the energy between the ups and downs of the tune.

Music is one of the oldest forms of magic. It does not require incantations or any superfluous rituals. Every note floating in the air is a medium of magic.

The dreamlike illusion spread from the stage to the auditorium, the tranquil lake water was as clear as the clear sky, and the singing flew to higher and higher places on the wings of birds.

And the past will sleep in this dream for a long time, and will never know the troubles and troubles beyond the lake and sky.

Bancy didn't know what his father was thinking when he painted this painting. After all, the paintings that would be thrown to him for disposal can only be regarded as failures in the eyes of his father. His father would not pay any more attention to this, whether he should change his name or sell it.

After all, his "Bansey", like those paintings, is not a successful product.

When Banshee saw this painting, the first word that came to his mind was "Slumber".

An ideal land far away from the secular world and isolated from the world, the legendary Avalon where King Arthur sleeps.

As for the real masterpieces born from his father's pen, it is a pity that Bansy has not seen them either.

Those paintings were locked in the room on the second floor of the manor where his father lived. Bancy had only been to the first floor of the manor, and his father didn't like others casually setting foot on the private territory of the second floor.

Even the maids in the manor can only linger on the first floor, even if they show a little curiosity about the second floor, they will be fired without mercy.

Hidden there may be the past that his father could not tell.

Of course, Banci doesn't need to guess to know that the most in the painting should be his mother Banci, the untouchable and unrepeatable mirror rose in his father's heart forever.

Bancy watched as the entangled fate lines on Eight Zero Three broke amidst the sound of the piano, and the gloomy past fell into the lake. The lake water gently wrapped the past as thin as gossamer, like a mother holding a baby in her arms, shaking gently.

Go to sleep, go to sleep.

Sleep in this dream of light and water.

The sound of the piano will re-weave the broken thread of fate. This magic is quite difficult, but fortunately, Eight Zero Three cooperates enough.

The thread belonging to the future glows with golden light, and when you touch it, you can hear the sound of clattering music. Those future destinies take the initiative to embrace their new appearance. tie.

The memory of the past is also dyed with brilliant gold at the moment it is filled in, bright and cheerful, and the notes dance and dance in the memory.

That must be a very good future.

Bansy raised the corners of his lips involuntarily, and hummed softly. The melody of each song written by Ba[-]san himself was light and simple. After the first verse, he could hum along with the second verse. The music is not that complicated and the lyrics are very simple. Simple, anyway, the most important thing about music is not those profound skills and complicated designs.

It sounds good and it's over.

Think so complicated to do.

Life is short, who knows when I jumped off the eighth floor.

……

If there is a compilation of cover songs and original songs, then Gao Minghong believes that this show will definitely be on the list.

The three or four songs sung by the singer he doesn't know are all the most famous works of Li Mingli next to him, but whether it is the sound quality or song interpretation, they are better than Li Mingli's KTV level. Know how many times.

If someone you don't know well comes here, you might think that Li Mingli is the one who sang the cover, or that the cover is not very good.

So he didn't feel that Li Mingli's pale face was very strange. He looked at how many media came behind with equipment. He heard from Banxi that the special performance was signed to a well-known live broadcast platform for live broadcast, although he didn't know that there was How many viewers will watch it, but with such a public execution, no one can laugh.

However, Gao Minghong hung up on this matter for a while, and all his attention was on the person on the stage—the voice coincided with the voice in his dream, but it was louder than the one he heard in his dream. Real and more mature, even his face, body, expression and movements perfectly fit with his haunted figure.

His heart was pounding with the singing, and the deer in his heart, which had been dull for a long time, finally came to his senses, stepped on his heart and danced tap dance, while telling him that you are called heartbeat.

It's called life experience with your ex, no matter what you say outside, in the end, you are still scum to each other.

The singing made his heart ache, a kind of tingling pain when the scab on the wound was peeled off, the pain made him want to cry, but somehow he could only hold back in his heart and couldn't cry, in the sky, the water was like a dream In the unreal scene, everything in front of his eyes was full of dusty gray.

This is a taste he has never experienced.

You can't ask a wealthy mother to love you, have a dream, and happen to be gifted, and the winner of a smooth journey will understand what is the bitterness of life and what is the helplessness of reality, but his talent is indeed outstanding, allowing him to understand another person through music No one tells the hundreds of turns hidden in the song.

So when the end of Qu Ren San's exhibition hall returned to darkness, Li Mingli next to him was in a daze and lost his mind, and stumbled away. A distorted expression of a tear.

After everyone left, he sat in his seat for a long time.

"He's different from me." Banxi leaned against the wall and watched Gao Minghong sneak out from the side door. He and his little cousin had a natural slag that might be inherited by blood, but Gao Minghong's artistic talent gave him His better empathy.

Gao Minghong can feel, whether it is love or sadness, he can read other people's unforgettable feelings, even if he himself does not have such abundant emotions.

And Bansy even has to go through an extra process of processing his feelings. His inner perception works diligently, and he is more sensitive than most people in this world to feed back to him all the subtle changes around him. Unfortunately, his feelings are worse than Gao Minghong's. Be lacking, just nod to show that you have read those changes, and be stingy with giving a little bit of emotional response.

"People's sorrows and joys are connected with him, but I only feel noisy." Banxi concluded.

He watched the workers move the piano off the stage. This piano was so expensive and heavy that four workers had to put a board underneath to get it off little by little. Reflecting the busyness in the background.

"So I'm making noise too?" Shi Li stood beside him, putting his hand on Bansi's shoulder.

[-] is still immersed in the aftertaste of the concert, and at the same time, there is a bit of sequelae of the past, floating on the top of the exhibition hall with his bloody head, humming "Deep Sea Moonlight" .

The song written by Uther is very, very beautiful, and even [-] regretted not adding this song to the concert playlist.

The workers couldn't hear his voice, but in the ears of Banxi and Shilu, the sad and melodious BGM of "Moonlight in the Deep Sea" was floating in the exhibition hall at this time. fits the atmosphere.

"It's not noisy." Bancy laughed, "It's a symphony of surprise."

The sudden bang and bang forcefully woke him up from his nap, pulling his pace out of the original track.

He doesn't call it fascination, but prefers to call it an increase in favorability.

Although he was taken aback by being caught off guard, it was not noisy, and it could be considered a masterpiece, with beautiful passages and moving melody ups and downs.

Shi Li didn't speak, maybe he was thinking about whether the symphony of astonishment had a deeper meaning in Banci's words.When he frowned, he looked uneasy and somewhat fierce, and Bancy looked at him and stretched out his hand to pull his cheek.

"It doesn't have that much meaning." Bancy said with a smile, his eyes sparkled slightly under the dim light, "Love is not the whole of the soul, neither is life and death, they are all just a part, an insignificant small part."

"Don't think about it, feel it, enjoy it."

His fingers landed on Shi Li's lips, there was no kiss, only eyes were entangled.

"I'm with you," Bancy's fingers slid from his lips to his Adam's apple, and then wrapped his arms around Shi Li's neck. "My soul is with you."

"Remember this, and then love."