Dong Xizheng fell into an emotional trough, and this meal in the tavern not only did not relieve his emotions, but broke out the negative emotions that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Many things in this world are beyond your control, Dong Xizheng originally wanted to find some taste of home in another world, find a sense of security that has not been felt for a long time, and find a reason to persevere. It's just that it backfired, and instead of making his mood develop in a good way, this plate of dishes that he hadn't seen for a long time became an outlet for all his pressure and unhappiness.

Maybe he was trying to find an excuse to break out, his experience was too bizarre, and he crossed over from another world, how could he be carefree. It's just that he was too good at hiding it before, or maybe the pace of things he experienced after coming to this continent was too tight, so he had no time to take care of anything else, so he could only grow passively. Now there is a reason to calm down, whether it is touching the scene or doing it deliberately, Dong Xizheng just wants to vent at this moment.

Jar after jar of wine, he wanted to get himself drunk, just like this Dong Xizheng existed in the world in his past and present lives, he could relieve people's sorrows, although everyone knew that this was a kind of self-deception.

"This kid, what's going on?" Knowing the Xuanyuan Star and the Creation Pill Beast in the sea, the contrast between Dong Xizheng's before and now is too great, and without much warning, his emotions fell from heaven to hell.

This kid is also a person with a story, Xuanyuan Xing is an old monster who has lived for so long after all, and he can see at a glance that Dong Xizheng's negative emotions are not recent, and he can clearly feel from his eyes that this is a catharsis of the long-term accumulation of negative emotions.

He still has to rely on himself, if the person who is chosen by the Creation Pill Beast and the Sycamore Heart can't even get over his own magic obstacles, then he will be considered blind and have chosen the wrong person. Xuanyuan Xing looked at Dong Xizheng's performance and didn't intend to say anything.

"Babble, babble." The Creation Pill Beast was babbling anxiously in the sea of knowledge, although it was an almost omnipotent Creation Pill Beast, but for the master's current situation, it could not help, and the heart disease still needed heart medicine. "Babble." The Creation Pill Beast groaned and simply fell asleep.

It may be that this piece of heaven is also pitiful Dong Xizheng's encounter, which is very similar to the scene, and a sad ancient song floated into the tavern with the performance of the guqin, which is even more desolate.

"Listening to the sound of the piano again, it's Qin Feng again, this child is really pitiful, he has no father and mother since he was a child, and he followed his grandfather to make money by playing the piano." There were guests in the tavern who recognized the origin of the sound.

It seems that everyone is quite familiar with this Qin Feng, and someone said, "It's Qin Feng, today is the seventh day, and he has to come to this place to play a song at this time every day." Speaking of which, he is really pitiful, not long ago with his grandfather also passed away, after the burial of his grandfather, he came to this place where he used to live with his grandfather every day to play a song, this is a song that misses his relatives. ”

For this Qin Feng, almost all the guests showed regret, and some guests said, "It's a pity that such a good boy played such a heartbreaking tune at this age, and when his grandfather was there, his style of music was so nostalgic." "Obviously this is a guest who knows the rhythm.

Dong Xizheng is also a person who loves the piano, and he heard the misery of missing his relatives in this burst of piano sound, and this situation is really the same as his mood.

On a small path next to the tavern, a thin young man looked a little sickly, and his white robe looked a little wide on his body, this person was Qin Feng. Qin Feng is the kind of person who can be remembered at a glance, because of his eyes, his eyes should have been incomparably bright, and they should be full of hope and light. And now, the once bright eyes are a little dim, and there is no hope in sight, not only sadness, but even a trace of despair in the depths of the eyes.

"Grandpa, I'll accompany you after playing this song, okay?" Qin Feng's mind brought up his grandfather's kind face.

Qin Feng's music became more and more sad, approaching despair and leading to destruction. How could Dong Xizheng not hear it, the same person who has fallen from the end of the world, compared to others, I at least have hope, isn't it, although this hope is illusory, but if there is hope, shouldn't you give it a go. Listening to Qin Feng's tunes, Dong Xizheng thought that there were too many unfortunate people in this world, and compared to them, at least he could find a reason to move forward.

Not out of pity, not out of sympathy, just an intuition, an intuition in the dark, Dong Xizheng took out the tattered last note and played it.

Unlike Qin Feng, although Dong Xizheng also played a sad tune, there was hope in the song itself, a hope that might counterattack in a desperate situation. Without a little skill, with instinct, Dong Xizheng played a height that he had not reached before.

"Mother, this uncle plays so well." A little boy pointed to Dong Xizheng and said to his mother.

"People can't look good, I can't imagine that this drunkard can play this level with a broken piano." Someone else said.

For these discussions, Dong Xizheng couldn't hear them at all at this time, he was completely immersed in the world of music, the world of the piano, yes, what he was playing was a world, all kinds of past lives, the sounds and smiles of relatives and friends appeared in his mind like a movie, and the short memories of this life on this continent also surfaced one by one.

Qin Feng didn't expect that someone would play with him at this time, and his talent in music was also incomparable, he could hear Dong Xizheng's music look sad, but there was hope in the hearts of the people who played it, a mysterious and mysterious feeling hovered in his heart, Qin Feng felt that this person would change the trajectory of his life.

"Feng'er, grandpa is dying, you must live well, you are the hope of our Qin family, and your grandfather will be happy if you can live well." Qin Feng remembered what his grandfather said to him before he died, "Grandpa." A line of tears could no longer be held back, leaving down his cheeks, and there was still a trace of bitterness in his mouth. Grandpa, do you also hope that Feng'er can live well, so I found someone to tell me in music that Feng'er is wrong, Feng'er shouldn't give up on himself, you said, I am hope, how can I let hope be shattered in my own hands.

"The tune of the genre has changed." There were sensitive people in the tavern who sensed the changes that had taken place in Qin Feng.

The song is born from the heart, and the tune changes, which is the mood changes. It's not despair, but a kind of facing difficulties, for his own dream, Qin Feng's dream is to be the best pianist, so long to move towards this dream.

Dong Xizheng also discovered the changes that had taken place in Qin Feng, and the emotions that Qin Feng was showing now also infected him, two strange hearts, it turned out that they would have so much in common, probably they were the same kind of people.

"That's good." There was such an exclamation from someone in the tavern.

From not knowing each other to feeling that they haven't seen each other for a long time, two young people who also have superb talent in music and rhythm, encourage each other and comfort each other, and a miracle is born. The two people played like one person, without a sense of disobedience, and the two people in the center of the play were completely intoxicated, as if this was not the music they played, but the rhythm should be like this.

"Last Voice."

Dong Xizheng, who was drunk, was delighted to find that the last sound that had been sleeping before had a trace of movement under this music.