"How can a man run so fast?"

Seeing the rolling smoke and dust caused by Guo Dalu's rapid running in the moonlight, Song Qian and Xie Qingli all grew their mouths in surprise, "Oh my God, sports cars may not be able to run so fast!"

Wang Xiaolu was also taken aback, "I just heard Brother Da Lu say that he has practiced pure yang skills, but I have never seen it, I didn't expect it to be so powerful! Just the speed of running now, the current world long-distance running champion is not worthy of him lifting shoes!"

Just when several girls at the scene, as well as Tie Sheng's mother and son, were all surprised, Guo Dalu's body was like a crazy sports car, rumbling out of Ditan Park, and then carrying a string of smoke and dust straight through the long street, running towards Wang Xiaolu's conservatory. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Today, Uncle Zhang, the conservator of the Conservatory of Music, was watching TV in a small room, chewing peanuts and drinking two pots to entertain himself, when he suddenly heard a rumbling sound rushing to the door from far and near, and couldn't help but be startled, "Who is so stunned, and he still drives so fast on the road of so many people?"

When he got up and looked out the door, he saw a humanoid object rushing towards the gate like a phantom, and went straight to the school without stopping.

Uncle Zhang rubbed his eyes, and after staying for a while, he looked at the second pot head in his hand, "It's broken, it's bad for your eyes!"

He looked at the smoke at the gate and muttered, "This wind is strange, like a whirlwind, but not like it." ”

He walked out of the door, looked around, and found that several students near the door also had bewildered looks, as if they had seen something unbelievable, and they all looked at each other with incredible looks.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

Uncle Zhang looked at a boy with glasses next to him, "How do you look like you've seen a ghost......"

Before he could finish his sentence, another rumbling sound sounded in the campus, and a strong wind blew rapidly past him, blowing him to a stumbling ground, almost falling on the spot, and several students standing next to the gate screamed in unison, "Damn, what is it?"

"It looks like a person!"

"You sister, do you believe this sentence?"

"And what do you say it is?"

"How the hell do I know?"

Several students shouted at the school gate, and Uncle Zhang, the porter who almost fell to the ground, also held on to the door and scolded, "What the is this? Grandma!"

Just as these people were screaming, Guo Dalu's body was like the wind, and he rushed back to the altar of earth again with a bang.

The deep and restrained grief between the man in the wheelchair and his mother, the deep and restrained grief between the mother and son, the strength and unyielding to find light in the darkness of suffering, the calmness and reluctance, shot through his heart like a sharp arrow.

Guo Dalu rarely has violent mood swings like now, but today, the mother and son made him uncontrollable and unexplained sadness.

With the spirit of their mother and son, even if the two of them don't say anything, even if they and Guo Dalu are strangers, Guo Dalu will take the initiative to do something for them.

Now that Tie Sheng wanted to listen to a suona song when he was dying, Guo Dalu felt that he had to fulfill his wish no matter what.

The relationship between people is so wonderful, some people may go in and out of the same place for a lifetime without giving birth to the heart of intersection, while some people may only become friends of life and death after just one side.

In this case, the most appropriate term can only be described as fate.

I ate a roast duck today, met a mother and son, the vast sea of people, hundreds of millions of sentient beings, and being able to meet is naturally due to fate.

In Guo Dalu's extra memory, in another world, there is also such a similar person, the same strong, the same unyielding, the same struggle against fate all his life, the same life to refine words, and at the same time to interpret life with words, and even the names of the characters in the two worlds are almost the same.

For such a person, Guo Dalu is full of respect.

Now that Tie Sheng wants to listen to a suona song, it just so happens that Guo Dalu knows this again, so what else is there to say, naturally he wants to play a song for this newly met friend.

From the musical instrument room of the Conservatory of Music to the center of the Temple of Earth where Wang Xiaolu Tiesheng is located, the distance during the period was no less than three thousand meters, but under Guo Dalu's full running, it didn't even take three minutes!

When he suddenly appeared in front of Wang Xiaolu and the others, all the buttons of the shirt on his upper body had been blown off by the strong wind during the rapid running, and the shirt was completely open.

The moonlight revealed an astonishing mass of muscle in his chest and abdomen.

Guo Dalu didn't care about this, looked at Tie Sheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair and his eyes narrowed for a while and opened for a while, and said with a smile: "I just went to the conservatory of music and brought a suona, how about I play a song for you?"

Tie Sheng's eyes showed curiosity, "You ran so fast just now, is there really a peerless magic skill written in your book in this world?"

Guo Dalu saw that he was still so curious when he was dying, and shook his head with a smile, "In modern society, no matter how high the martial arts are, what can you do?

Tie Sheng saw that he avoided answering, so he stopped asking, and slowly looked up at the bright moon in the sky, stunned.

Guo Dalu glanced at him, his steps moved, and in a moment he had already walked to the square altar of earth not far away.

At this time, the moon is like water, silent for four nights, occasionally night birds flutter their wings, the wind moves insects, and it becomes more and more quiet and silent.

Guo Dalu's sturdy and tall body stood in the middle of the altar, under the light of the cool moonlight, like a god suppressing the entire altar, revealing a dignified and upright meaning from top to bottom.

He brought the suona in his hand to his mouth and blew out the first breath.

"Wow!"

Unlike other suona blowers, it is a low pass first, and then the tone is gradually raised.

When Guo Dalu's breath blew out, the high-pitched and fierce suona sound exploded from the horn, like a rolling thunder exploding in the air, shaking the night birds in all directions.

Not far away, Wang Xiaolu, Song Qian and others were shocked, Tie Sheng in a wheelchair heard this sound, and involuntarily made a backward posture in the wheelchair, it seemed that there was really a thunderbolt shot down above everyone's heads, after this suona sounded, everyone who listened to it stood on end, and their hearts were pounding.

After this thunderous thunderbolt, another burst of thunder sounded, but this "thunder" had turned from loud to dull just now.

Then there was another "thunder sound", but it was almost inaudible.

The first sound seems to be roaring to the sky in a storm, the second is like turning from anger to calm, and the third is from calm to indifferent.

Then the voice began to turn desolate and low, it seemed to pour out all kinds of difficulties in fate, but in the low and occasionally mixed with a little bright color, it was a glimmer of light and hope in the dim life, it was the unyielding soul and the struggle of fate.

Guo Dalu continued to play, and the sound of this suona was sometimes desolate and thick, sometimes gentle and lingering, sometimes high-pitched like a cloud, sometimes low and difficult to distinguish, and all kinds of changes were different.

This suona sound seems to have been blown since the beginning of the world, and it is still echoing when the world ends.

It seems to have traveled through time and space, eternal and eternal, and seems to have witnessed the joys and sorrows of many sentient beings, as well as the contradictory emotions of human beings themselves, such as cowardice and unyieldingness, resistance and obedience.

In the hearts of all people, it really rings in the past, in the present, and in the future.

It is like a time that cannot be seen but can be heard and felt, including everyone, and the ups and downs of life are all in it.

There was despair, there was resistance, there was darkness, there was light, there was unyielding, there was submission, but in the end, there was only a low sigh.

It wasn't until the last low moan slowly finished that everyone at the scene gradually came back to their senses and realized that they had burst into tears at some point.

Tie Sheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, couldn't help trembling in this suona sound, and he held on to the armrest of the wheelchair several times to stand up, but each time he failed.

It wasn't until the last sigh in Guo Dalu's suona blew out that he finally stood up miraculously and looked up at Guo Dalu who was walking over, "What's the name of this song?"

Guo Dalu said: "This is what I improvised for you, the name is not yet there, you can pick one." ”

Tie Sheng glanced at Guo Dalu gratefully, thought for a moment, and said softly: "Then call it years!"

He said to Guo Dalu: "You understand me very well!"