Chapter 679: The Singer of the End of the World (Part 2)
"Luo Cheng!"
Wei Cheng vaguely heard the figure with gray twin tails calling out the name, which made his steps slightly stagnant, and he even had the urge to stop.
However, he did not stop after all.
Why stop?
In this life, I am Wei Cheng, and the man named Luo Cheng... I'm sorry, I don't know him!
"Bye now…"
Wei Cheng did not respond. Although he wore a mask on his face, Wei Cheng lowered his head with a gentle smile to block his emotional fluctuations.
Heart like a rock!
At this moment, Wei Cheng walked out of the dreamland of birds singing and flowers fragrant without looking back, and took Le Zhengling and Mini Tianyi into the song copy of "The End of the World Singer"!
——tick
The sound of rain soaked the clothes. On the giant tree, the beautiful figure watched Wei Cheng leave, and immediately lowered his head and looked at the sky.
It’s always sunny and cloudless in the music world...it’s raining.
Just for someone who doesn't exist.
I fell behind because of that person whose memory has not yet been restored and I don’t know if he still exists.
…
The notes of the melody turned into the purest emotion of sadness, and the jingle bell fell into everyone's hearts. As the cold wind spread, amidst the faint sadness, a girl in dark red clothes walked on the street, singing softly.
"Cicada Shiyu~ turns into light ink to render the twilight, and penetrates~ to outline the footprints and ruts."
The song seemed to have a soul. The moment the girl in red opened her mouth, the song with sad feelings flowed in the wind. The whole world seemed to have been pressed on the pause button and became quiet at this moment.
Tenderness and sadness coexist, the song echoes, and in a blur, the city drenched in rain seems to have changed.
——tick tock
The small, continuous clear sound of rain turned into thousands of silver threads, falling from the sky thousands of miles high.
Looking up, the sky that was dyed ink color by sound clouds spread out in my eyes.
In the hazy ink painting, I suddenly saw the rain-stained path again, the cold rain slowly seeping through, and then the sound of busy traffic sounded at the same time, ripples rippled on the calm water, shoe shadows and ruts appeared, and again
It was slowly covered by the rain and returned to its original appearance.
"Laughter, saturated with floating water vapor, blurred together with the city through the window."
what is that?
In the tram that was traveling for a long time without knowing the end of the journey, someone looked out and saw unknown laughter coming from the hazy rainy world, which did not belong to him.
Who is it? Who knows.
I could only see the hazy but gradually dimming scenery outside the window through the car window that was wet with rain.
"Playing with the old guitar, humming a four-beat song; in the echo, a person seems to be quite leisurely and contented; waiting for the temperature of the cool rain to neutralize the restlessness and heat; looking for the twists and turns of the wind."
——In the empty carriage, a man was playing the guitar alone, and the high pitch echoed in the closed underground tunnel. In the gradually weakening echo, he sang leisurely. Suddenly, the scenery in front of him suddenly shattered, and what followed was...
It was a light, invisible breeze caressing my cheeks.
It was a high-level power fluctuation. However, just when that power wanted to attack the girl, it was entangled with a dark red chain and disappeared...
"I am still in a rainy, moldy place where no one cares about me, singing songs with no audience to the sound of rain. The crowds of people are still scattering aimlessly towards their destinations, busy~ doing nothing~ and continuing."
"Waiting for someone to gently tap my heart. Even if it's you, you only stop for a moment and then leave. Thinking that maybe someone will meet me at the next intersection, even if it's just a momentary miracle."
Following the invisible air current, the girl came to the station where people came and went, and the wind stopped in a remote and lonely corner.
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The sound of rain came from nowhere. In the sad and lonely melody, a huge and busy crowd of people passed in front of the girl, but no one ever stopped in that corner.
It was monotonous and confused, and the flow of people with unknown direction passed by, until for a moment, someone finally stood in front of the girl, but before she had time to wait for her surprise, the person put down a coin and turned around to leave.
No one knew what the figure behind him was thinking. They could only see a lonely, ignored guitarist silently put away his instrument among the endless melody, got up and disappeared into the crowd along with the crowd.
"The summer night sky appears in distant memory, with the bright fireworks blooming and embracing the stars. Before disappearing, I gave the most gentle gift, just like the farewell of those blurry figures."
The boundless starry sky is like an open picture scroll, covering the crowd of people who are confused and hazy. Vaguely, it seems as if a shadow disappears from the girl's side and fades into the night.
"Confused and restrained, like a fish in a city pond; choking or crying, all melted into the foam. Dragging the tired body and sinking to the cold bottom of the pond, watching the colors fade away."
Covered up and forgotten, holding the old guitar that had never left her body, she threw herself into the cold water. The girl gradually did not know what she was fighting for. However, when she was about to be exhausted and fell into despair, she always
There will be a black warm current flowing through the palm, pulling the sinking girl up and helping her find her original dream.
"I am still in a rainy, moldy place where no one cares about me, singing to the sound of rain and having no audience. The crowds of people are still scattering aimlessly towards their destination, and they continue to be busy~ doing nothing~.
Praying for someone to tap my heart gently, will you pay attention and try to get closer today? Because maybe the next intersection will still have the same ending, and there is no instant miracle."
The sound of rain is still there. With your eyes closed, you sink into the darkness. In the darkness, the crisp sound of rain hits the ground, like a torture of the soul, questioning the girl's innocent heart of chasing dreams again and again.
Is that a memory? Or is it true? No one knows.
In the sad ballad, the girl once again appeared in an unnoticed corner, singing, with hope in her eyes, watching the crowd disperse again. She saw that person, but that person did not stop again this time.
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"(Echo) The polar night and eternal day~parting and reunion~pulse and breath~searching for meaning."
"(whispering) I am still in a rainy, moldy place where no one cares, singing songs that cannot be sold to the sound of rain. People who are floating are also struggling to persist in existence, chasing~dreaming~ to continue."
Traveling between day and night, she witnessed endless banquets and farewells. In the end, she stopped in the rain, holding the everlasting old guitar, singing, and looking blankly into the distance.
"(Raising the high pitch) Please don't let me crawl alone in the pouring rain of the end of the world, and sing songs to witness the end with the sound of rain. People finally stopped looking for it and stood there in a daze, crying~begging~for a miracle."
Finally, it's all over.
The whole world fell into darkness, and heavy rain poured down, flooding the entire city. Under the crisis of the doomsday, the always busy pedestrians stopped being busy and finally stopped, and the schoolgirls stopped together.
But the sad cry was in sharp contrast to the girl's singing.
Looking at the impending doomsday, the singer smiled. As an apocalyptic singer, the girl still held the guitar and sang with all her strength, as if she was bidding farewell to this ink-colored world.
"(No matter how high) I use these hands to pluck the incomplete and rusty strings, they are all hidden silently in the dripping rain curtain.
Will you respond to my heartbeat when the song starts? Hold your trembling hands to usher in everyone's ending."
At the end of the song, in the collapsing world, the person who had stopped for him was washed away by the torrential rain and could no longer be seen.
The girl smiled sadly, and after singing the last high-pitched swan song, she closed her eyes silently, preparing to face the end of the reincarnation for who knows how many times...
