Ye Bei sighed faintly, sighing at the joys and sorrows of the world, and also sighing at the irreproducible eternity.

Ye Bei suddenly spoke: "When the music starts, you can sing, OK?"

Gu Xun'er was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded.

Next, Ye Bei did not continue to speak, but stood aside with the score of 'injury', he roughly swept it and changed some details.

However, it does not affect the tone and direction of the song, but it is a little more delicate and what Ye Bei feels in his heart.

"Hmph, what good song can a fallen leaf play?"

"Who says no, the music played by the fallen leaves is good, why do you need so many instruments. ”

"If you plant a tree, you can feed a conservatory. ”

……

The accompaniment group couldn't help but feel sour in their mouths.

Because Ye Bei's talent is really amazing, not to mention that ordinary students are attracted by his music, even they can't stop.

In fact, my heart is full of expectations, but I don't want to admit it.

"Fart, it's useless for you, the instruments are mostly for diversification, and the deciduous accompaniment is unheard of, okay you know?"

"Wang Yang and Lu Luo were in good shape at the time, and they were light and thin. ”

"Trash always feels good about itself, but I don't know I'm trash. ”

……

These students are all fans of Ye Bei's music circle, and if someone insults their idol, they will naturally not stand idly by.

Of course, only a small wave of people enjoy music, and the remaining large wave of people still feel that Ye Bei is a pretending criminal, and it is best to find a time to block him and teach him a lesson.

……

Ye Bei seemed to have finished reading the score, gently put the fallen leaves to his mouth, and blew them.

The sound of falling leaves itself is sharp, but in Ye Bei's mouth, it is sometimes low, sometimes high, without a trace of abruptness.

The heart-wrenching music quietly sounded, and Gu Xun'er also reacted and began to sing.

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

……

Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers......"

……

……

Gu Xun'er's voice had an ethereal artistic conception, and when heard from a distance, it seemed that it was not coming from the stage at all, but above the nine heavens.

The breeze blows the song into the air, and the song flies around the clouds.

This may be the sound that lingers!

Everyone is intoxicated by it, this song is sad but not sad, it is touching, there is sentimentality in the heart, but it is not sad.

In order not to make the audience cry bitterly, but to make them feel affectionate and sigh more.

Obviously, Gu Xun'er has achieved such an effect.

Gu Xun'er's singing voice was extraordinary, and even Ye Bei was surprised.

The ethereal color in his voice can compete with fairies, even in ancient times, Ye Bei has never heard such a clear and pure singing voice.

Capturing a hint of surprise from Ye Bei, Gu Xun'er was relieved, so she slowly put down the microphone and enjoyed the music at the end.

Because she wants to express a lot of emotions in this song, and she wants to have the effect of empathizing with everyone, there is a large piece of pure music at the end.

It was originally handed over to the accompaniment troupe, but now they are boycotting, and it can only be done by Ye Bei alone.

Although Ye Bei's falling leaf accompaniment is amazing, after all, the music is monotonous, and it is difficult to complete it!

……

Ye Bei didn't seem to be worried, and the whole person became more relaxed, and at this time there was nothing to distract from in his eyes except music.

'Hurt' sings about emotional wounds, and what he wants to express is 'brotherly death'!

It is said that he has been with him for 10,000 years and has made countless achievements.

At the beginning of the world, the human spirit was opened, and the supreme saint rose up.

If it weren't for a few capable generals under his command, Ye Bei would have delayed it for at least a few thousand years if he wanted to be above everyone.

But it is precisely because of iron-blooded means that he has ruled the universe and the desolation, and it is because of this that he feels lonely and walks away alone.

……

"Alas!"

In fact, Ye Bei had studied that arm, and there was no doubt about the attribution, and he made it into a person who shot the sun, and he didn't use any power at all!

It's just some simple tricks, and all the original power is carried by the arm of the comparison.

Why did the people behind the scenes do this?

What is the purpose?

Ye Bei's mind fell into confusion, and he wanted to break out of the confusion.

But he couldn't figure it out with a lot of effort, and the music in his mouth changed dramatically, and the tone became more and more rapid, like a rushing wave, wave after wave.

The surrounding students were nervous, each hand clenched into fists, and they seemed to feel extremely urgent, they wanted to help Ye Bei, but they couldn't do anything.

"Ye Bei is a person with a story, can you understand his music?"

"I feel like I can, his story is very long, it must be very good, he has a 'mourning' in his heart, and we will help him together. ”

"You have a story, I have wine, Ye Bei will come with us!"

……

Wow!

Tens of thousands of people were moved by Ye Bei's music, it was a strong feeling, and that kind of feeling had nothing to do with time, race, or blood......

"Ye Bei, come on!"

"Ye Bei, come on!"

……

Who has ever seen the grand occasion of thousands of people roaring together?

That kind of sound is deafening, comparable to the purple thunder in the sky!

At this time, let alone thunder, even if it is the sky, you must avoid the edge!

"Ye Bei, do you have a lot of sad things? ”

"Little brother, don't hold it in your heart if you have something, we are all friends. ”

"Boss, although the two of us are rough people and don't know how to analyze, we can listen. ”

……

As if feeling infinite power, Ye Bei's originally frowning brows slowly loosened, and the tune began to become relaxed.

That is the unobstructed passage that breaks through the barrier, and that is the leisure that restores the idle clouds and wild cranes!

Sing it!

Everyone echoed in it, and tens of thousands of people were intoxicated by the rhythm, and they were basically fans of Ye Beiquan.

But when he woke up, he didn't see Ye Bei.

I don't know the meaning of the song when I hear it at first, but I am already a person in the song when I listen to it again!

Tens of thousands of people lamented, and all that remained was endless sighs!

They don't understand Ye Bei's injury, but they can feel it, feel it, but they can't help, how powerless it is!

Every student left with a sad heart, sad but not sad, because they knew that Ye Bei could break through the confusion even by himself.

They have always been nothing more than a group of passers-by......

……

"Ye Bei, how is it? I'm not bad at singing!"

Gu Xun'er excitedly pulled Ye Bei's arm, as if inviting merit, the smile on her face was tranquil and lovely, and it was beautiful.

"It's okay, barely passing. Ye Bei said lightly.

I expressed my depression just now, and my mood was a lot brighter.

"Cut, you're going to have a hard mouth!"

Gu Xun'er was so happy for some reason, bouncing along the way, happily like an elf.

"You dragged me out secretly, and you didn't report the end of the party, and you weren't afraid that the school would check you. Ye Bei asked curiously.

"Don't be afraid, haha! No one in Longyang University dares to touch me!"

"Lalala......"