The moment from heaven to hell, the sudden change, so that everyone is discolored, exclaimed. The world in front of everyone’s eyes has also changed from the fairyland of birds and flowers to the **** of hell.

Terror!

When!

The Han light dance on the side of the performance stage, the body swayed and suddenly fell to the ground. Even though her eyes turned into a horrible **** scene at the moment, it wasn't this that made her fear, but a piece of memory that came out of her mind.

Hawthorns in the cold wind!

Snowy glaciers!

A familiar and unfamiliar face, with the power of destroying the power of the heavens and the earth, she can't tell the truth and the illusion, she doesn't know why there are these pieces of fragmentation in her mind.

The sky is sky.

A horrible lightning slammed down, and a thrilling thunderstorm exploded. The speed of the wind, the violent rain, the roar of thunder, the raging of electricity. The picture of terror constitutes the world of the end.

She saw it.

In this doomsday world, a stalwart figure volleyed and stood in the shadow of the sky, destroying the siege of wind and rain and sweeping the waves of the last days.

"No..."

Han Hanwu saw himself and saw the men who had the destruction of the land. At this moment, she did not know why she could not wait to die immediately, or attacked the stalwart figure.

"铮..."

The last thunderous melody note sizzled in the Han light dance ear. She was drowned by the painful tide, and the memory fragments in her mind turned into little stars, and the world of **** was shattered. As her consciousness darkened, she fainted in the past.

In the auditorium.

Everyone has their eyes closed, and there is deep sorrow on their faces, and tears are falling down their faces. Their wrinkled brows slowly stretched, but after the piano sounds completely dissipated, the whole scene died and remained silent. At this point, even if the needle is on the ground, it can be heard clearly.

After the wind Yaoqin.

Tang Xiu slowly looked up. When he raised his arm subconsciously and touched his face, he discovered that I didn’t know when, and the two lines of tears slipped down his face. His eyes slowly swept to the audience in the audience. When the gods were released, he saw a familiar face.

"Hmm?"

Tang Xiu suddenly frowned, reached out and grabbed the wind Yaoqin, and walked toward the Han light dance on the side of the performance stage. Under the condition that everyone did not notice it, Tang Xiu’s fingers were on Han Han’s dance. The position was a few times, and then quickly disappeared at the back side door.

"What happened to me?"

After the aisle behind the auditorium, Chi Nan woke up first. When her eyes opened, she refused to wipe the tears on her face. After looking up at the performance stage, she looked a little and found the performance stage. I haven’t had a boss since I was there.

"What kind of power is it just?"

The heart of Chi Nan is shaking, and her eyes are flashing with awe. She can be sure that the voice of the boss is absolutely weird. She has experienced countless kills, and even thought that if she heard the sound in the killing, and in the case of her energy being confused, it was simply the lamb to be slaughtered, and there was no power to fight back.

Before.

She has awe of Tang Xiu, but it is because of Tang Xiu’s identity. Now, her awe of Tang Xiu is the means of Tang Xiu’s horror.

At the same time.

In another direction on the side of the performance stage, Zhang Xinya was already awake. She quickly swept the performance stage, but did not see Tang Xiu’s figure. At this moment, she can still hear her heartbeat, and she feels that her body is faint and chilly.

She has seen the horror of Tang Xiu. When she was on Hong Kong Island, Tang Xiu’s means of cruelly killing the enemy has long been deeply branded in her mind. Tonight, after experiencing the beauty of Wonderland, she experienced a hellish horror. Even in her heart, there is still a deep sadness that cannot be spread for a long time.

Before, she never thought that playing the piano can play this kind of realm, and the world that the sound of the piano is outlined is just like the real thing, making people feel like it.

In the audience.

Yue Kai and Hu Qingsong and others slowly woke up. They found that Tang Xiu had disappeared on the performance stage and raised his arms to wipe away the tears in his eyes.

"How is it so uncomfortable?"

Hu Qingsong sighed with a thick northeast accent.

Xue Chao nodded and said: "It is very depressed, I feel so sad."

Yue Kai’s gaze looked around and found that the people around him were just like him. Almost everyone was wiping out tears, and the sadness on his face did not fade. He raised his hand and held his chest, murmured: "Playing the piano to this point, Tang boss is also unprecedented, right? I never believed that music can shock the soul, do not believe that music can make people Illusion, but I believe now."

Hu Qingsong and Xue Chao and others turned their heads and looked at Yue Kai’s expression. Hu Qingsong said: “Me too. Tang Lao’s talk is very good. He made me feel the wonderland and hell.”

"Oh is also! In the future, the boss of Tang is the idol of the embarrassment!" Xue Chaozhong focused his head and slowly gave a thumbs up.

Another direction.

Jiang Feiyan erased the tears on her face and reached out to grab Li Xinjie's arm. She also whimpered in her voice and said, "Heart clean, why do I have a snack?"

Li Xinjie looked at her in a complicated way and said with a bit of sadness: "We have been influenced by the sound of the piano. I have just observed that everyone is almost like us. Tang Xiu’s piano is really amazing, he It is simply the **** of the music."

God?

Since sitting quietly, my heart feels extraordinarily strong, Mu Yuying, and suddenly I feel that Li Xinjie’s description is so appropriate. Yes, Tang Xiu is indeed a **** in playing the guqin.

And...

And he is also a **** in calligraphy and painting.

"In the world, how can there be such a powerful man? Just like God? When I meet him in this life, can I still look at other men?" Mu Yuying’s mouth suddenly showed a bit of bitterness. The stocks are unclear about the unclear feelings that breed in the deepest part of her heart.

Another place.

Yi Lianyan tears her eyes and experienced the taste of heaven and hell. She suddenly found that she knew too little about Tang Xiu.

This piano sound, this lyrics.

She doesn't know how to describe it. The idea of ​​rushing out to find Tang Xiu was particularly strong at this time.

Showing on stage.

The host erased the tears on his face, quickly adjusted his emotions, and took the microphone to the top. She looked at the school leaders who had not retired from the sad expression below, and those students who were silent. After a few seconds, I slowly asked: "How do you say that Tang Xiu’s Guqin is singing?"

A few ten seconds.

For a full ten seconds, no one responded. Everyone is adjusting their emotions, and they are relishing the scene they have just experienced.

Finally.

The leader of a magical university, standing up from the chair, said in a loud voice: "Good, very good. I have heard countless times of guqin singing, but no one can compare with the level of Tang Xiu."

Applause, it sounds.

After that, there was constant applause. After only a dozen seconds, the applause of the auditorium was extremely loud. Everyone is applauding and everyone is amazed.

Applause.

Awakening the taco dance in the coma.

"What happened to me?"

Han Han dance opened his eyes and found himself in a dark place, but in the entire auditorium, there was a resounding applause. She supported her arms and sat up hard.

Suddenly.

A deep sadness is in her heart. At the same time, her body was stiff and the memory fragments in her mind flashed. Like the memory fragments she was listening to when she listened to the sound of the piano, she saw a lot of sights and saw many people who were not very clear, but also saw herself.

But.

These pieces of memory are not coherent, as if they are looking at a photo. The photos are very familiar but very strange.

"What are these?"

Han Hanwu felt the pain of a splitting headache, so she couldn't help but cover her head with both hands. She desperately wants to see some memory fragments. However, when that series of patterns disappeared, she thought the headache was uncomfortable, and I couldn’t remember what the pictures were all about.

After.

She slowly stood up and looked pale in the background. She did not find that at this moment she was already soaked in sweat, and the legs that were walking were shaking slightly.

Male dormitory.

Tang Xiu relied on his Land Rover car and looked at Chi Nan, who received his phone call quickly. He reached out and handed Feng Yaoqin to her and said, "Bring it back! I will return it to Wei Jiangping tomorrow. ."

The late look of Chi Nan’s eyes, looking at Tang Xiu’s indifferent expression, she hesitated, said: “Boss, you played really great. However, I am a bit confused.”

Tang Xiu said: "Let's talk!"

Qiao Nan said: "Your piano and singing voices are full of happiness and joy. But why, in the later mood changes? The mood of "Xianmeng" should sound beautiful?"

Tang Xiu said faintly: "The heart is touched and the ball is deflected."

The lateness of Nan Nan, but the bottom of my heart has produced a fear. She didn't understand what happened to Tang Xiu, but she can be sure that it is absolutely extremely tragic and extremely sad.

"Boss, then I will go back first."

"Go!"

Tang Xiu waved his hand, reached out and touched the cigarette to ignite, and watched that Chi Nan disappeared into the distant night. He suddenly laughed at himself: he thought that he could suppress the emotion, but he still failed. Fortunately, there is no offensive means in the mood of the piano, otherwise everyone in the auditorium will become an idiot tonight!

Shake his head.

Tang Xiuben wanted to drive away now and went to the Xinlan Villa District to wait for Zhang Xinya. As a result, he remembered that the car key was lost to Yue Kai, so he turned and walked into the dormitory.

The line of feelings.

The cut is constant, and it is still chaotic.

So, he definitely put it down for a while, don't think about it, don't read it anymore. One day, in the future, he will have the strength to solve the problem. He will wake up the memory of Han Han dance, figure out everything and solve everything.

[Sorry, I participated in the training of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles in Beijing, and I was pulled out by a group of great gods to drink for a while, which delayed the update time. Today, the third chapter is offered, at least five chapters will explode tomorrow, and the new week will be recommended. 】