Twilight Shining has been lying in the sleeping bag of the attic these days, holding the hay cushion and sleeping in the dark. Every time she goes to the test, she is too mentally consuming. As of now, she has broken through to the thirty-nine questions at most. After she comes out of seclusion, she vomits directly at the sea of ​​clouds for a while. When she goes to bed at night, she feels someone knocking on her temples with a hammer, and her headache is so split that she can't use half a spell.

"Why are there anyone singing in the middle of the night? Do you still have a public morality?!" Princess Tiankelled Beast sat up from her sleeping bag and cursed.

The person who sang on the roof was Utada Hiroshi's "Sakura River". She learned Japanese from Sadako Yamamura. The translation function of the character card could not translate songs that contained rich emotions. She sang in her own voice.

Twilight Skirt, who originally wanted to rush up to settle the score, slowly lay down. She found that the song did not aggravate her headache, but wonderfully soothe her body and spirit, making her feel much more relaxed. The singer's voice is elegant and melodious, but it is full of power brought by passion. The range is very wide and the penetration is very strong, and she has a sense of emptiness. She did not copy the original tune, but added her own interpretation and adaptation to the a cappella. This pure change made Twilight Skirt feel... better.

On the roof, Su Jing was not singing normally, but used one of the best musical music in Zhenwu Tai Chi, Dongxuan Xianyin. This skill is mainly used for group attacks or to deal with some enemies with special physiques. After Su Jing took over, he also developed the function of ultrasound to detect opponents' flaws. However, the girl used it to sing at this moment, which was not very labor-intensive. But when she continued to sing, the durability of her throat began to decrease. She tried to control her flesh and blood, and adjusted her vocal cord activity to the highest to avoid her complete hoarseness.

She kept singing and singing. The singing is the language of the soul. Sadako Yamamura introduced to her that appropriate and clever singing can strengthen the effect of enchanting spiritual energy ten times and a hundred times. Now she just uses singing to convey her feelings. Su Jing sang one song when she thought of one song, one song after another, and some were even just simple instrumental music. She hummed the tune and slapped the tiles with her fingers to make the rhythm of the instrumental music.

Chu Lingkong remained motionless.

Just like saying to Shi Tou, Su Jing thought of the famous Buddhist case where the stubborn stone nodded. She hoped that she could get the best skills that made Shi Tou nod. However, the only thing she could do now was to find any song she remembered, and then sing with all her strength.

Nightingale. Am I the nightingale in fairy tales now? Su Jing smiled and thought, she remembered the bad jokes for Sadako Yamamura and Lu Mengyao in the Silent Hill world. This fairy tale comes from Wilde, whom he loved, and is full of romantic style. After singing for a whole night, the nightingale, which dyed the rose red with the blood of her heart, died of blood.

This is unlucky.

She changed into a sad song. "Saccharomy". This is the elegy of the Han Dynasty.

"The dew on the scallion, what is the Yixi. The dew will fall again in the morning. When will the person return after he dies..."

Then there is another elegy, "Artemisia".

Until now, Su Jing found that she could sing many songs. From the old songs played by her mother at home in childhood, the "Rolling World", "Olive Tree", "Guerrilla Song", "On the Water", "Dream Butterfly", "Katyusha", "Pearl of the East", "Dream Chaser", "Flowers"... Until the latest and oldest domestic and foreign songs, Modern Dialogue, The Beatles, Elvis, Zeppelin, Teresa Teng, Tnt, One-way Band and Taylor Swift. The gorgeous rock in "Velvet Gold Mine", the songs of the Moji Band that were re-retold nearly a century later...

I don't know when it started. Twilight Shining also climbed onto the roof and sat on the futon to watch her sing. A simple and intoxicating light flashed in her eyes.

Not enough, it is impossible to make the stone nod.

She sang from the moon in the sky to the dawn of the next day. The moment the sun rose, a mouthful of blood stuck in her throat, and then was coughed out suddenly. The black and red blood dripped on the tiles, and Chu Lingkong finally moved, and he turned his head.

"...Cough... Did I succeed?" Su Jing pinched her throat with two fingers. The reason was already working hard to repair her hoarse voice tape. She always felt a little painful in her throat, but the repair factor would theoretically leave no sequelae, which proves... she was using her throat too much.

"I just want to know why you are doing this for me." Chu Lingkong asked like a stone statue, "I have questions about this."

"I'm happy."

"I understand these music, but they can't hit me. I'm not in the same dimension as these music." Chu Lingkong shook his head, "You are wasting your efforts. And the only thing I can't understand is you. Why do you do these? 'I'm happy' is not a good answer. I can't understand you. I can't understand you."

"Don't you understand me?" Su Jing smiled, and then she thought of something. She raised her head and asked Chu Lingkong: "...You mean, you don't understand me?"

"yes."

Chu Lingkong admitted again.

Su Jing closed her eyes and thought for a while, then she started singing.

This time, her voice was not as varied as the previous night's voice, wide range, sweet and charming, but with a little fatigue and hoarseness. The biggest difference is... This time, she no longer sings other people's songs, no longer covers and re-performs, the emotions she devoted to was purely to the previous night when all the singing sounded like castles on the beach, and these were all because of the things described by the tunes and lyrics:

Su Jing himself.

She took off someone else's mask and began to play herself.

She began to sing the oldest moments when the world first opened, the fetal movements in chaos, the slowly pulsating mother and placenta. Then the ritual of birth, which emerged from the mother and a moment of purity.

Chu Lingkong turned his head and watched her sing seriously this time.

Starting from her childhood toddler, Chu Lingkong discovered that there was another heavy voice in her voice line, and the two voice lines were intertwined, one of which should be a ventriloquy or an operation of sound waves. The confusion about the world and the process of separation from ignorance were written in the air by her using simple and rhythmic notes.

With the melodious lyrics and tone, Su Jing's story has entered the era of children and teenagers. Her voice is getting lighter and lighter, but no longer requires penetration. The wavelength of her heart has conveyed her singing to a farther place. At some point, gathered listeners have appeared on Wuxin Rock. Outside the crowd, an old man carrying a fish basket squatted under a tree by the woods, listening to the singing thoughtfully.

Su Jing sings her life with her singing. She sings the teenager with her sharp-eyed youth, the unruly green teenager and the gorgeous dance steps of her half-body. She sings her father who died too early and her mother who went out early and came back late all year round. She sings herself in the bookcase lined with three walls to find knowledge and descriptions of the world. She sings those nights when she sleeps in her books, sits at the window and watches the sunset, and turns on the TV in her empty home. Just to add a little popularity, she hikes through the streets with her hands and walks hands through the streets, and every Thursday night, sitting on a warm yellow sofa and talking to a psychologist.

Then in her youth, she sings the pride of parading in the sea of ​​people in her gorgeous clothes, singing those eager eyes and flame-like **, singing the loneliness of scrutinizing the world. Her affectionate love with her half of her body, the secret and sweet throbbing, the story of Gemini rising in the dark flows in the clouds. The moment she sings touched her fingertips, singing the trembling words in her ears, singing the kisses in the morning and the guilt at night, singing the pain of trying to escape the world and the ambition of conquering the world, singing passion and pleasure, and Bonnie and Clyde-like romantic fantasy.

Before reaching the highest peak, the tune turned sharply. The twilight sparkle sitting aside and listening suddenly felt dark before his eyes. The originally bright and smooth singing seemed to be cut off by a wooden saw, leaving only an unsettling silence.

After a long time, a melancholy and trembling song sounded again. Compared with the previous songs, the current song is like a lost body. The surging vitality and the brilliant passion of the rising sun are gone forever, leaving only a little undetermined embers. The last trace of biological instinctive desire to survive supports her to crawl uglyly forward like a cut-off earthworm. The psychedelic and decadent melody has become the mainstream tone, and the song is wandering in the gloomy ocean like a reed boat that has lost its direction. She gradually turns into a creature wandering in the shadows. Her radiant appearance has become a layer of skin draped outside, and the things underneath have become weird and ferocious.

Until the tune was turned, the beast crawling in the abyss met another beast by chance, tempted and attacked each other shallowly, and the beasts circled around and observed each other vigilantly. Then there were biting each other, vicious conquest and straightforward conquest, thrilling and barbaric battles, and then the recognition and alliance between each other after being scarred.

This movement pulled the dark and tragic theme out of the abyss, regaining the breathless singing little by little. The crumbling vitality was blown by the strong wind, but it was not extinguished, but rekindled a tenacious flame. Life is such a great thing. They can always find a way out in desperate situations, use teeth, claws, and blood to tear open the dark fate, and find the hard-won light. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

ps:  I found the Issue Card, but after I looked carefully for a while, I found that it didn’t look like a phoenix… a peacock… it didn’t seem to look like it… it didn’t seem to be just an ordinary bird?
Chapter completed!