087 At the concert (4)

Time: Minshuo Chengdu concert

The big screen suddenly lit up, and the countdown appeared.

10，9，8，7，6，5，4，3，2，1，0，start。

All was silent again.

Min Suk came out in a white hooded sweatshirt with white pants on his lower body, like an angel without wings, and he became a blockbuster. Against the background of a black starry sky, the stars twinkled, one, two, three, and the zenith twinkled like stars seemed to be the universe. He slowly walked out of a bubble as thin as a cicada's wings, just after the countdown was played, after the transformation of a molecule like a jellyfish, a rainbow bubble appeared on the green grass, it floated and floated, flew into the air, flew under the blue sky, flew into space, and the curtain was dark again.

It was him, and there was another one.

He was wearing a black cloak with a dark golden light, and under the strong wind blowing in his face, the white man suddenly appeared. The cloak flew over and turned into a phoenix with wings spread high, and after Nirvana, it re-entered another glory.

The curtain went dark again.

His voice appeared, and the best lyrics were sung by him. Empty, ethereal, empty, dreamy, in the valley, on the white clouds, in the heart, in the memory.

The big screen cast a brilliant wave like the sea, the waves are flying, the flowers are like auspicious clouds in the clear sky, and like the dolphins on a pleasant rainy day, their posture and dance are so elegant, rhythmic sea staves, he appears in the middle of the water like a mermaid, is greeted by a wave of flowers, directly out of the water, he became a seagull, flying on the sea, straight to the sky.

The curtain went dark again.

In the midst of the ruins, the flames were flying, and under the thick smoke, he appeared, and he carried a knife against the enemy who was facing him, and he kept fighting, and his knife, like the ice of a canyon, and like the air flow in a raging fire, between the clouds, in the midst of the storm, in the midst of the fire, after dancing with passion, he fell, and a butterfly flew through his fingertips, until it flew far away, and finally disappeared.

At this moment, a voice came out of nowhere, blooming with its own energy under the action of the water, reshaping its faith in the fuse of the flames. Is it a new song? Everyone is whispering. It's our ears that give birth to joy.

Under the black sky, a deafening thunderbolt like a thunderbolt descended straight down, and the sky of black clouds cracked from then on, and the awakening like the Book of Creation began, and how many hearts and how many pairs of eyes were watching the person who brought people a new route.

In this way, the "Great Route" concert unfolded its picture in a field of special effects.

On the big screen, like molten iron flowing down a furnace, a few lines of bronzing flowed:

"Once upon a time, I was confused;

Now, I hold back;

The Great Road”

Xiuxiang looked at these lines, so familiar.

Xiuxiang felt that she must have seen it.

It belongs to me.

Why is it in his world?

Xiuxiang felt that something seemed to come from afar, just like an old friend, and kindly picked up the one that belonged to history. Her mind roared, her eyes darkened, she quickly closed her eyes, from the beginning of this scene made her mind constantly short-circuit, until the last few lines appeared, she was still holding on, but when she opened it, her vision suddenly blurred. A line of tears suddenly came down his cheeks.

The shock and hurt came too suddenly. She quickly wiped away her tears with her hands and clenched the small, solid fist tightly. No one noticed her, and a fresh breeze came from the scene, which made the silk scarf on her chest move. She felt like she had returned to the sports field of her junior high school days. On the sports field, her silk scarf also fluttered, her long hair also swayed, and everything was so beautiful until that day came.

Maybe I shouldn't have participated in that performance, let alone become the lead dancer and heroine, otherwise nothing would have happened.

There are too many possibilities, all of which can only become the past and assumptions, just step by step, things happen one after another, and before she can look back, everything is messed up. She's just a little girl, she doesn't know what she can do and what she needs to do. Who can predict the future, who can go back to the wrong way and set things right, who can know what choice is best for everyone?

"What about me? What about my choice? Am I wrong?" Hideka still asked rhetorically, as if asking about air, sunlight, and water. She stopped her thoughts from flying, as if she were gently holding a silk scarf blown by the wind, and zipping up the backpack that filled the past. Lock your heart in the present.

What a coincidence!

How could he use those three lines?" Xiuxiang thought.

There was a time when she thought that she was no longer her former self, that she had been reborn, and now she knew that there was really no rebirth or something. What she needs to find is not only the person who came to her own world, but also the past that once came to her own world.

No, Xiuxiang heard a voice in her heart telling herself.

What is the meaning of a person who has no past?

I thought that many things had been deeply buried in the warehouse of memories and become old antiques, but I didn't expect these memories to be turned out so soon, Xiuxiang felt another hot current in her chest surge out, straight to the top of her head, breaking the balance in her life.

It's like the moment you get the diagnosis again, the moment you are grateful for life.

"It's all gone, it's all gone. Xiuxiang comforted herself in her heart, fortunately, the important thing is the present, and the most important thing is actually the present.