Reborn Conceited Soldier

After Zhongli Yun finished, she nodded at Sikong Banyu, indicating that he could begin. Sikong Banyu gently caressed the strings with his slender fingers. He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he'd last played a melody. He remembered that the zither was a part of him because the lute had become a part of Han Qingming.    

    

The mountains were high and the streams were gurgling. A light breeze blew and the willows swayed. On the bluestone floor of the mountain, there was a person holding a zither and a person carrying a lute. On the bluestone floor of the mountain, a person holding a lute and a person carrying a lute were the whole of life. "At that time, when he saw Qingming's smiling face and the gentle breeze blowing through his hair, he felt that this was his entire life, and that this alone was enough for him.    

    

"Whoosh." Sikong Banyu was immersed in his memories. He slowly closed his eyes and used his slender fingers to lightly play the voice of a palace merchant, evoking his first line of thought. The deep zither notes slowly drifted out, but Sikong Banyu sank deeper and deeper.    

    

"Whoosh …" Two more calls sounded out, just like the beginning of everything, the scenes from the past slowly flowed into Sikong Banyu's mind. The zither remained the same, and the person had already passed away. He chose to wear a mask because he did not want everyone to know about him. On the other hand, he did not want others to see his sorrowful face, because he hoped that all of his sorrow would be reserved for the person in his heart and his happy smile.    

    

His fingers moved aimlessly on the strings of the zither, like a wanderer without direction at all. The zither music was disorderly and disorderly. Those who were listening to the music at the beginning felt that this piece of music was very strange. This kind of music was very common and rarely appeared.    

    

But after the third note and the fourth note, everyone suddenly discovered that this zither music revealed sadness, helplessness, and sadness. However, this sadness caused them to be positive.    

    

For most people who didn't understand music, they could only feel the wonderful feeling, as if they were in the right place. As for the four coaches on the stage, they were already shocked speechless. This was because they were immersed in the world of music and were not unfamiliar with the realm of music. This was the highest realm of music, the place where one never indulged in pleasure and this was also where the true essence of music lay.    

    

"The moon and the rain, the breeze enters the window. The bean fire swayed, thus the figure entered the yellow light. Annoying tears hazy eyes, tentacle shadow self-injury. "Sighing to the sky alone, overflowing with tears, you are not allowed to hang your face and suddenly bring it up."    

    

Zhongli Yun's beautiful voice was filled with a faint sadness, but when the beautiful voice fell into the ears of the crowd, it became filled with an independent sadness. Zhongli Yun's beautiful voice was filled with a faint sadness, but when the pleasant voice fell into the ears of the crowd, it became filled with an independent sadness, and it was also different for men and women.    

    

The woman, on the other hand, felt an indescribable sadness. Drinking wine without being able to say anything in response, it was as though "a flower blooming on a road can slowly return." The soft moan, that kind of love and love, could only be temporarily suppressed by the burning sensation after the strong wine entered one's throat.    

    

"Lifting the cup and inviting the moon, the shadows of the years fall heavily upon us. Without a leader in the world, men speak of themselves as heroes. The furious Steel Sword and the Golden Spear were looking down upon the sunset and the red sky. The Oligarchy, the prestige of an overlord, dares to disobey the rule of the land? "    

    

The wind of the song suddenly turned, the dark back suddenly suffused with the battle horses' cries and roars. The emperor looked down at the world and explained the life of a battle-loving overlord to the beautiful song in a soft voice. This voice lacked a breathtaking berserk aura and had a certain gentleness to it. Yes, it needed gentleness. Although it was said to be a smile to watch the wind and clouds rise up in the world, it was only spoken to as an emperor.    

    

However, he was also the one who drank alone because of grief.    

    

"Looking back to the world, we shall step upon the nine heavens, breathe in the wind, and use the hands of the hegemon to speak long and sweet words of love. Raising your head to the white sails and welcoming the wind and sand, you will find yourself in the world with only a few people, your lover with a broken face, and you will live together with your children and be muddle-headed and muddle-headed. "    

    

"The officer suddenly woke up in the middle of the cold night and drank wine alone with tears dancing in his eyes. Sprinkling wine all over the world, willing to be a muslin. "Hate the Breaking Dawn Moon. It has already become according to other people's wishes."    

    

Zhongli Yun's voice slowly faded as the sorrowful and dull zither music slowly sunk into the depths of despair like a heart of regret, unable to find the person that belonged to her.    

    

"Buzz buzz …"    

    

Finally … The zither music abruptly stopped, not a single sound could be heard. However, Zhongli Yun still remained silent in the midst of this' Atonement '. Tears quietly hung on her face, unaware of it. She saw the lyrics and knew how the song was sung. At the beginning, she only thought that this ancient song had a deep charm to it, and it told of a man who went to fight against the world separately from his beloved woman. When he came back, his wife was already gone, and he had become the emperor, but he could not laugh or cry.    

    

However, as she sang this song, she suddenly realized that what she saw was only the surface. This was the sorrow of being alone in this world, the pain of not laughing at all, the pain of not allowing the world to exist, and the heaven and earth also not allowing me to resent it.    

    

It was as if she was looking at her own body. She saw the man under the moon drinking alone. She drank one cup at a time, and her silent face was covered by that inexpressible pain. The pain that she could cry was not pain, but pain that she could not cry at all.    

    

She turned her head and looked at the masked man under the spotlight. He sat there quietly, his hands pressed lightly on the strings, as if frozen in place. Vaguely, Zhongli Yun could see that under the light of the lamp, his eyes were reflecting the light — he was crying.    

    

"Is this song his own song?" Zhongli Yun asked herself. Although she told herself that it was impossible for the structure of this song to exist in today's democratic society, a voice kept saying in her heart that this was a story that belonged to him, a life that belonged to him. Under the mask, what exactly was the face of that person?    

    

"Clap clap …" A sudden clapping sound woke everyone up from their stupor. In a split-second, the entire venue was filled with thunderous applause.