Chapter 72

Storms keep coming, again and again, and more and more violent. Every time, it will become dying, but every time, it will stubbornly stand up, then look up to the sky and laugh at God. It will never want to take its own life.

Drop

This is the sound of tears splashing. I don't know when they burst into tears in the sound of flute. At first, the sad sound of the flute made their hearts tremble heavily, and then gradually turned into a sharp knife, which stabbed them into the depths of their hearts and made their hearts ache, even their souls tremble violently.

They felt the pain of despair, and the persistence in that young heart that never gave up. Their hearts trembled more and more strongly. They asked themselves that there was absolutely no way to bear the pain. They preferred to die in the torment of the cone heart in order to get rid of it. But the young creature carried it down again and again, and then grew tenaciously, and even never brought his pain to others. At the same time, they began to be ashamed. The pain they had experienced was so insignificant compared with what he had endured, and his tenacity and strength made them even ashamed.

The pain finally came to an end... Because it suddenly fell asleep and slept so safely. In darkness and silence, it sleeps greedily until one year... Two years... Ten years.

Half a minute's flute sounded the ending note at this time. When the jade flute left his lips, his eyes flashed sad confusion, but it was fleeting. The next second, he was already an elegant smile.

Quiet, incomparably quiet, even the wind seems to completely hide its existence without the slightest wind roar. Instead of breaking the atmosphere, he stood there with a smile and looked at the faces wet with tears. Among them, there were young boys and girls, solemn generals who did not smile, old people with crane hair and childlike appearance, and even Hua Zhentian and Emperor Long Yin.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

The crisp applause broke the dream of sadness and despair to heartbreaking. With the clapping of Long Yin, the clapping sound quickly connected into a sea of applause, mixed with the sobbing sound of girls, spread far and far. Let the bodyguards at Tianlong Royal College look at each other, and let the passers-by stop and watch.

The applause of Tianchen mainland is not as worthless as that of Huaxia modern. Only when their hearts are extremely excited, will they release their feelings in this way. For example... The moment when Tianlong defeated Dafeng. Ye Wuchen's amazing painting skills and Lin Xiao's amazing Xiao sound did not attract applause. At this time, they gave applause to a Xiao sound without stinginess.

In the field, I don't know how many people try to wipe the tears that can't be stopped, and I don't know how many people are already crying while clapping their hands. What is the Xiao sound that touches their hearts? They really feel it. It is this short Xiao sound that makes them clearly feel the pain of despair and the sadness of heartbreak.

Wang Wenshu was lying in Ye Wei's arms. Tears wet his chest. While crying, she cried bitterly: "my poor chen'er... He must have suffered too much in his heart. My mother really failed. In the future... What should I take to compensate my child..."

Ye Wei patted her on the back, did not speak, but raised his head to disperse the water mist in his eyes. On the battlefield, how many times he was seriously injured and nearly alive. He didn't shed a tear. He saw how many brothers with life and death died in front of him. His heart was like a knife, but he still didn't leave a tear. Ten years ago, he died of illness because of his lifelong mother. He knelt down and didn't eat or drink for five days until he finally fell unconscious, He still didn't shed a tear. Because he is a tough Ye family man. He only bleeds and doesn't cry all his life.

Now, no matter how hard he tried to endure, there is still a bead of water overflowing from his eyes and sliding slowly. Because the heart is too painful, he never knew that the heart can still be so painful, but such heartache comes from a flute sound, from the person who plays the flute sound. Without real experience, how can you play such a heartbreaking sadness.

Chen er... What have you experienced?

Hua shuirou covered her face and cried like pear blossom with rain. The incense towel on her body had been completely wet. Looking at the man holding the jade flute that originally belonged to her through hazy tears, she had an impulse to rush over and hold him. Lao Tzu's eyes were as like as two peas, and she whispered to herself: "this sound is really evil. It's too evil. Mom, I can't bear to be old, and I feel so confused that I am just like my wife who died in those days."

In the corner, a trembling body asked in a more trembling voice, "Chen er... You tell Grandpa, this song... What's its name?"

In the whole square, ye Wuchen was the only one who looked calm. He smiled and replied, "this song is improvised and has not had time to name it. Don't mention the name, because after blowing it, I've forgotten it all. "

Such an amazing voice is just improvised... How amazing talent and profound attainments it takes!? They were shocked, shocked beyond measure. Perhaps the shock of their life is not as much as today. When they came here, they just wanted to see some wonderful games and add some embellishment to the boring and orderly life, but they didn't expect that they had witnessed amazing scenes that they could never see or even believe before. They are worried that this is a dream, because everything is so unreal, and they are afraid that this is a dream. They are afraid that this fantastic and incredible thing will disappear after waking up.

Some people who came thousands of miles to Tianlong city to enjoy a visual feast were even more sad. It turned out how wise it was to come to Tianlong city“ no Throughout the history of the sky, this song has never existed. Although you have forgotten it, grandpa has firmly remembered it in his heart. He dare not remember every note wrong, and grandpa also believes that everyone present will remember it for a lifetime. Although no one can play the charm comparable to that just now, it will be immortal in the future, so that everyone who loves Xiao can know what is the highest state of Xiao. Chen'er, it should be a request to my grandfather. If this song has no name, it must be a great regret in my life. " Wang boyue said that the more excited he was, he finally had a begging face. As a teacher of Longyin, he has learned as much as the ocean all his life. Today, he is completely convinced by a person, who is still his grandson, ye Wuchen“ In that case, the song is called -- "recalling a dream in the past." Ye Wuchen said. He didn't lie. When he dropped the last note, he had completely forgotten the song. Since it's a dream, why bother. Since it is the past, let him pass. At that time, I was a grass that would die in the storm at any time. Now, I have vowed to become a towering tree. Forget... Forget the vague past, forget the confusion, forget the pain. When you have enough strength, the lost past will naturally appear in front of you{ Thank you for your support. Your support is our greatest motivation}this novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation