Chapter 229 Light Rain

   In fact, he doesn't need to pour it at all. With his current memory, it would be an insult to say that he could only remember those details after listening to it again, let alone hearing it just now.

   However, this can also be said to be a kind of habitual behavior.

The video was pulled back, and the program "Brightening of China" was playing on the screen, but Xu Guangling's eyes were floating. At the same time, his thoughts were alive.

   For a young girl in her youth, she doesn't need to be very demanding, whether it's her feelings or her singing skills, it's neither necessary nor meaningful.

   These two can be beneficial in the future, and time will change everything.

   So what Xu Guangling thought about was just the sound.

There was a phone call before, but at that time Xu Guangling didn't pay much attention to Zhou Lanlan's voice, and now there is only such a song, Xu Guangling's evaluation is okay, but such evaluation is not fair, since the little girl let him " Seriously", he couldn't take it too seriously.

  Yang Yuying "Tell you gently" "Falling Flowers"

   Meng Tingwei "Are You Laughing When You Listen to the Sea" "Through the Moon Full of Flowers"

  Faye Wong "Sky" "Only Me"

  Chen Rui "White Fox" "Dream Drunk West Tower"

  Wang Zheng "We Are All Good Boys" "Tell You"

  Tong Li "Fireworks March" "Jiangnan"

   Liang Jingru "Love How Much I Love" and "Applause"

  Qing Wan's "Lan Ruo Ci" and "Moon Rise"

   Qingyan "Because of You" "Empty Mountain Recalling Rain"

  Shuangsheng "Rotten Grass is Firefly" "Big Fish"

  Xiaoyuan "Onion" "Wu Niang"

   After thinking for a moment, he drew up such a playlist. Afterwards, Xu Guangling sent the sound source and accompaniment to the mailbox, and asked Zhou Lanlan to sing each song twice, once with the accompaniment and once a cappella. And after getting this feedback, it should be said, he can make an extremely accurate evaluation.

   When this is done, it is three twenty.

   There is still one hundred minutes to go to Zhang's hometown.

  Xu Guangling sat in front of the window, and simply immersed himself in his memory again, and what popped up in his mind at this moment were songs, all the songs he had heard.

  Because of my mother's relationship, Xu Guangling has heard all the songs, including music, that have been published and distributed, including music, in the three places on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, including the entire Chinese-speaking circle. Of course, the time is limited to seven years ago.

   And at this moment, those songs reverberated in Xu Guangling's mind one after another, from song to song.

   One by one note, floating in the sky of his thoughts.

Music was originally one of Xu Guangling's most important immersion and hobbies in his childhood, but at this time, thanks to his spirit and memory, all of these made him transcend time and space, beyond the limit of simple imagination, come here It was like a real music hall.

  This immersion, time is forgotten.

   has experience, so Xu Guangling set the alarm clock early, and when the alarm clock went off, when Xu Guangling gathered his thoughts and stood up, he was thinking whether it was necessary to build a music studio.

  Because in just over an hour just now, countless musical phrases were born in his mind.

   This is also conceivable. ——

  Walking on the seashore, between the ebb and flow, how could there be no shells.

  In the evening, Zhang's hometown, in the study.

  A piece of pine, the size of a business card, was steamed and fumigated, exuding the smell of rosin, but also an invisible mist that could not be seen, touched, or smelled. While smelling the smell of rosin in his nose, Xu Guangling suddenly wondered, could it be possible to mix those kinds of wood to make incense tablets?

   On the one hand, this loose sheet is not an ideal carrier for that mist.

   Both, this rosin is also a bit too mixed, and under the analysis of Shennong Jue, its score is not ideal.

   So, mix the fragrant flakes, can you give it a try?

  Night, in the park.

   Sitting quietly on the bench, Xu Guangling closed his eyes slightly and his body and mind were quiet.

The    state enters very quickly.

   After Xu Guangling sat down for three to five minutes, the entire park gradually "blurred", and strands of mist appeared in the park, wrapping the entire park. I don't know if it was Xu Guangling's illusion. He felt that the fog seemed to be slightly thinner than the previous days or when it first started?

   But this feeling is very slight, Xu Guangling did not pay attention to it, and at this time, he is not allowed to pay attention to anything else. Thoughts are floating, and even if there are thoughts, the state must exit. This has been the situation he has experienced many times.

  From the body to the heart, from the inside to the outside, the whole world is quiet.

   Only the slightest strands of mist rippling between the heaven and the earth, just like the water plants in the lake, moving quietly in the still flow. And in Xu Guangling's sense, he himself is gradually turning into a lake.

  Mist lingers around the lake.

   Slowly, I don’t know when, the mist turned into droplets, the droplets turned into rain threads, and a light rain just fell in this small world.

   Drops of raindrops fall on the surface of the still water lake, like musical notes, like sounds of nature, large and small ripples spread, and a quiet but beautiful scene spreads out, as if spring has come, all over the mountains and plains, countless flowers and plants are in full bloom.

  Xu Guangling is immersed in this quiet and beauty.

   Consciousness is faint, if there is or not, it seems that it can be like this until eternity.

   But of course it only "seems". I don't know how long it took, Xu Guangling woke up from a dream, the sky and the earth swayed slightly, just for a moment, the previous state was gone. His body and mind were still quiet, but the lake, the fog, the light rain, all passed away like the wind, leaving no trace.

   The next morning, in my sleep, the scene of "Clouds Gather, Spring Thunder" was staged again, and the second node of the nine nodes was washed away again.

   At noon, Xu Guangling received a call from logistics again, and the materials sent by Dasha Jia and the others have arrived.

There has already been a specific operation, and this time Xu Guangling is completely orderly. The venue, utensils, and procedures are all the same as last time. There is no need to add any more consideration. The only difference from the last time is that last time, Xu Guangling was Everything goes according to the dream.

   And this time, with Shennong Jue in hand, he can already make his own decisions.

Before making vermicelli, the functions of ginseng, potato flour, and wild yam were reflected in Xu Guangling's mind in detail, and then from single ingredient to mixing, because there is an ultimate goal as a reference, so, even if Just the ratio of the three materials still allowed Xu Guangling to gain quite a lot of experience.

   In fact, he is now a blank sheet of paper in this regard, and any experience is an experience for him.

   After several experiments, Xu Guangling finally affirmed that this time, he could finally make "perfect" vermicelli, as shown in a dream.

   Of course, the specifics need to be verified by the results.

   That night, Xu Guangling did not go to the park.

   Then the next day, whether it was day or night, there was no scene of "Spring Thunder", of course, the third node was naturally a floating cloud. Although it is still not 100% sure that it is the fog that affects all this, it is almost the same.

   As long as you switch back and forth between going, not going, going, and not going, it is obvious what the result will be.

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   (end of this chapter)