Outside the window, there are thousands of lights in the dark, the lights of thousands of homes have not been extinguished, and the people who are not free by the daytime sun have to enjoy the time of overdrawing their lives under the white orange lamp.

Among the lights of thousands of homes, there is Lin Feng a little.

Lin Feng was listening to the song with his eyes slightly closed, listening to the familiar melody, familiar words, familiar but unfamiliar voice, he was listening to "The Last Confession".

"In the surging river, you are a wave, in the endless mountains, you are a strange peak, you hide loneliness in the cracks of dark clouds, you write your dreams in the blue sky and grassland, you burn yourself to warm the earth, let yourself become ashes, let the wisps of flames dance, that is your last outpouring, pouring ......"

"The last confession, no matter how eloquent the emperor is, he can only leave the last confession at the end of his life." Listening to the familiar melody in his ears, Lin Feng suddenly sighed inexplicably in his heart.

"In the surging river, you are a wave, in the mountains ......"

Silently listened to the other world Su Lei's version of "The Last Confession" completely, Lin Feng's slightly closed eyes were completely closed, at this moment, his thoughts drifted with the accompaniment at the end, when he first heard it, his feelings about life, the emperor, and life have dissipated, he is thinking about a lyric, even if they are separated, there is always a melody echoing, this sentence is really correct, being in a different world after life and death, can never go back, but there is still a melody echoing.

There was silence for a while with the wordless darkness outside the window, and when "The Last Confession" was about to go on to the next cycle, Lin Feng opened his eyes, and with the same indifference as usual, he turned off the music that was still going to continue.

With his movements, his third room was extraordinarily quiet, not the kind of silence that could be heard when the needle landed, but from the feeling of the heart, which made people enjoy it very much. In fact, the environment in the house, the movement is the same as before Lin Feng auditioned the music, in fact, there is no change, but it gives people two completely different enjoyments. But because of the broadcast of "The Last Confession" just now. The sun is shining, the sky is clear, we don't know how to appreciate it, but the ray of sunshine after the wind and rain, and the clear sky full of dark clouds, we enjoy it doubly. Is it a human being who is cheap? Perhaps, sometimes it is not good to cherish it, and those who have lost and regained it are more eager to enjoy it with their hearts. The comparison between possession, loss, and gain will not make people gain anything in reality, but it can make people's hearts understand what better.

After turning off the music, Lin Feng did not hesitate, manipulated the mouse, and adjusted the content of the page in front of him to the music review area.

Swept slightly, the number of likes under each music review, Lin Feng selected a few music reviews, clicked on them, and these few were enough. Nearly 10,000 comments, although I just selected a few with high numbers to watch, but this is not to say what happened to Lin Feng, but it is a matter of time, it is not good to stay up at night after all, besides, although the data does not represent too much, it can still represent a lot of things after all.

I opened the first one I selected, and after a few subtle flickeres on the screen, lines of text appeared.

"The Last Confession" is not lost to the hand of Mr. Lin Fenglin, and the theme song of "The Great Emperor Yongkang" is in the same vein, majestic, simple but atmospheric, high but tender, really high. As a part-time music critic for five years, but after the song has been circulating for a long time, I have to write something out, otherwise my mind is 'that's your last confide, confide', hehe, this time, I don't talk about the whole of this song, after all, combined with Taizu's analysis, combined with the analysis of the theme song, many people are saying, I'm writing, I won't join in this fun. When I say partial, I only say one part, and I will talk about five words - the last outpouring of the song title.

People are born to die, whether they are in power in a country, rich in power, poor in poverty, or ...... In a word, no one can escape the final destination. Near the end, that is the end of life, and what is left to the world at the end can be understood as the last outpouring in many cases, although this is only the last word. It's just that it doesn't matter if he cares about the entire empire like Taizu, just like ordinary people want to leave a few warnings for future generations or ask for them after death, the final outpouring is actually not high, and Mr. Lin Feng's majestic melody is worthy of everyone. People are equal, and they are all so great.

Of course, I want to say more than that, but there are other things, such as what to pour out at the end? There are two tragedies in life, one is not able to get the love of the heart, and the other is to get it. There are many people who think so, it is a tragedy not to get it, it is a tragedy to get it, and it is a tragedy to get it in the end. There shouldn't be, if there is anything to say, what is the final confession, since you want to talk about it when you leave, then naturally there will always be regrets that you can't let go. Literally - there is no state that is not a tragedy. If this is the case, it will be concluded that life is tragic. I was taken a big jump by the conclusion I came to, fortunately only some people are in this state, and then I went back and listened carefully to "The Last Confession" a few times, and felt it with my heart, and even I compared the brief history chronology of Taizu, and found that I took some words out of context, if I continue to take words out of context, there should be a premise - what the heart loves, what I love in my heart, I can't get it, or I can't rest assured, there will be a final confession. Extrapolating like this, I came to another conclusion - if you want life to be not a tragedy, you can only have no love in your heart, as long as you love, it is a tragedy if you don't get it. If you don't like tragedy, you can only stay away from love. But life without love is very scary, but with it, you can't go happily when you die, and there will always be a final confession. I'm a little struggling.

** is more natural, more basic, more powerful, it is hidden in the human heart, echoing with the original nature, invincible. Man is alone in love, living and dying alone, going and coming alone. Bitterness and happiness are self-serving, and there is no substitute. Emotions such as love can't run away, so how can you deal with yourself? Just when I was struggling, the song "The Last Confession" sounded in my ears again, of course, in fact, it was not turned off all this time. I once again remembered Taizu's life, Taizu has love in his heart, he loves the empire, so he is still reluctant in the end, and sent out a final confession, which may be a pity for him, but more should be expected and satisfied, although I can't watch the empire grow and develop, but there is an expectation that is very satisfying. After loving all my life, it is time to rest and express the last confession completely. Then I came to a conclusion, it is impossible for people not to love, true love is invincible, life is originally a tragedy, but, don't miss and forget to find those fleeting joys of life is enough, the final outpouring is a summary, is a concern, is a regret, is the desire to live another five hundred years, but also a kind of letting go, a kind of telling, a kind of satisfaction that someone asked him.

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Lin Feng looked very slowly, and Lin Feng admired this music critic who didn't talk about the song but the name of the song, this comment was very messy, but it was also very neat, very good.

After reading this book review, Lin Feng manipulated the mouse and clicked back, returning to the original page of the music review area, while muttering softly.

"Whether it is a prince, a general, an emperor, or an ordinary rich family, as long as it is a human being, there will be a final confession. Man, who can not have love. ”

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After reading the few music reviews he selected, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, being clicked on so many times, commenting so many times, it is really impossible to have no level, these music reviews really have their own merits!

After reading a few music reviews, Lin Feng knew in his heart about "The Last Confession", and the number of hits on the song and these book reviews proved that it was still okay.

Knowing this, Lin Feng didn't continue to entangle on the song, and directly quit and turned off the network. It's time to print out the accompaniment, and then Lin Feng's room No. 3 is in the middle of the week, and the crackling percussion sound is endless.

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No matter how dark the night is, no matter how many lights there are, the day will begin and the sun will lose its brilliance.

There was no word all night, and the dawn of the second day after the end of the Golden Cup Literary Contest arrived, as time passed. Before you know it, people are already in it.

Time flies, silently, and halfway through the morning.

Longteng University, Qingfeng Apartment, Room 403, Room 4.

Wang Sheng is silently refreshing the webpage, there is still a minute to ten o'clock, the top ten list should be announced, he wants to take a look, he must take a look.

Of course, he doesn't want to see if he has passed it, what his ranking is, he wants to see the only work that breaks the rules, and the work that breaks the routine and does not appear on the computer after correction, and the work that once again overwhelms him.

A minute, very slow, at least much slower than the half of the morning that had passed.

However, no matter how slow the time is, it will eventually pass, and ten o'clock will come.

With the arrival of the moment, with Wang Sheng's refresh again, the layout of the official website page of the Golden Cup Literature Competition, which has never changed, has finally changed.

Wang Sheng didn't care about other changes, he directly clicked on the golden name above everyone's name, which is the link to the page of the work under the name. This was the goal he had been waiting for all night, and the golden or green announcement next to him would naturally have to be ignored. If you have a goal, you only have a goal in your eyes, and nothing else exists.

After the page opened, Wang Sheng still didn't think about anything else, and directly threw himself into the text, which had a sense of hunger and thirst.

Time is lost minute by minute, slow and firm, not stagnant because of the stay of people's thoughts, nor accelerated by people's ignorance, walking constantly, very similar to the speed at which Wang Sheng rotates the mouse wheel.

When there is time, things will always end.

When the text on the page reached the lowest end and could not move, Wang Sheng closed his eyes, then opened and closed, as if he was using this method to clear his brain. After repeating this several times, Wang Sheng took a light breath.

"Lin Feng turned out to be a bowl of soup, such a sixteen articles actually won the top ten, a bowl of soup was so easily exposed by Lin Feng, Lin Feng actually dared to use such an article to deal with the promotion of the top ten of the Golden Cup Literature Competition......" closed his eyes and opened his eyes, exhaling and inhaling did not make Wang Sheng calm, he unconsciously whispered, one after another actually represented one after another incomprehension.

After a while, Wang Sheng woke up from such a confused state, and with a wry smile, he manipulated the mouse to return the page to the main page of the official website.

"The top ten, the honorable withdrawal from the competition, the judges were notified of criticism, Lin Feng, is this caused by the sixteen short essays you handed in to expose the identity of a bowl of soup?" After reading the two statements on the main page, Wang Sheng was silent for a long time before muttering with a wry smile. There is a sense of incomprehension, a sense of loss, a sense of powerlessness, and a sense of speechlessness in the words...... All kinds of flavors are mixed, and all kinds of thoughts are there. It's complicated.

Two statements, one is Jin Cancan, which says that Lin Feng won the first place, but for some reasons he will not participate in the final round; What is written on the green Yingying is the criticism of some unscrupulous judges in the jury, and it is also criticized by name.

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Chirping!

The door of 606's dormitory opened, and Lin Feng walked in in a hurry, just going in and closing the door. And they were met.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, you are so amazing, a bowl of soup turned out to be you? You also took out sixteen short essays in the promotion of the top 16 of the Golden Cup Literature Competition, too, too, too, it's too incredible, Brother Feng......" Ying Hua said a little excitedly, looking a little incoherent.

Ying Hua's sudden praise and flattery made Lin Feng stunned, and then, he understood what was going on, the list of the top 16 and the top 10 in the Golden Cup Literature Contest should be announced, and his delivery of the top 10 should be exposed, and then the public should know that a bowl of soup is his vest.

"Brother Feng, you are really hiding deep enough, you are the bowl of soup that ignores people on the Internet, it's incredible, that article is too reasonable, the top 16 are promoted, Brother Feng, you actually wrote sixteen short articles, the number is too impressive." Ning Le also said with a look of adoration. A bowl of soup in the form of a blog post, he likes it very much!

Hearing this, Lin Feng was confused for a while, when did I ignore people on the Internet.

Lin Feng wasn't confused, he didn't ignore people, he just ignored people at all.

"Brother Feng, let them say everything, I won't say more, just say one thing, in the history of the Shenzhou Golden Cup Literary Competition, Brother Feng, you can be called unprecedented, and this peak is too high. Good words, good sentences. Pan Wenjin also joined in the fun, but he seemed to be praising himself later, and he could hear that Lin Feng was a black line, what a mess!

"Okay, don't be so excited, it's a little bit of a big deal, isn't it just a vest, you don't have to be like this, this kind of treatment is too grand, I can't afford it!" Lin Feng said with a smile.

"No, Brother Feng, you can bear it." Listening to Lin Feng's words, Ying Hua immediately retorted, his tone very resolute.

"Just because I'm a bowl of soup?" Lin Feng said playfully.

"No, Brother Feng, you underestimate yourself too much, the identity of a bowl of soup is as glamorous as your own identity." This time I went to Ningle to add, and I was also very resolute.

Although this sounded very awkward, Lin Feng still continued, not because of a bowl of soup because he had to ask clearly!

"What's the reason for that?" Lin Feng asked directly.

"Brother Feng, you don't even feel the slightest feat of such a majestic feat, it's really Brother Feng, we are ashamed of ourselves." Listening to Lin Feng's words, Ying Hua and the three of them were obviously surprised, and Pan Wenjin said in surprise.

"Brother Feng, because of your sixteen articles, you actually handed in the same number of articles as the title in the top 16 and top 10 of the Gold Cup Literature Competition, which is too good, this kind of behavior has never been done since the start of the Gold Cup Literature Competition. Especially Brother Feng, you actually baptized to the top ten and won the first place, that is tough, it is simply tough. Seeing that Lin Feng was still puzzled, Ying Hua explained. Since studying and practicing cross talk, his eloquence is really much better, and he can use his tone.

"Oh, that's it, hehe." What a big deal did he think, Lin Feng thought for a while, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

"Brother Feng, you give me a little reaction, this feat ......" Seeing Lin Feng's such a bland reaction, Ying Hua, who felt that he had not met expectations, was ready to make a tirade.

"This is not a feat, it's just that I was the first person to eat crabs, and it seems to you that I haven't eaten it very well." Lin Feng stopped him and said very calmly.

"Brother Feng, are you saying that you don't participate in the finals, that's nothing, you left the competition with honor, leaving with glory, leaving them with a bright back, Brother Feng, I said that this is the most domineering place, I took the first place, and I left with a smile. Although this is not something you can arrange, it is quite tough. Perhaps hearing something from Lin Feng's words, Ying Hua hurriedly added. Ning Le and Pan Wenjin also nodded, they didn't have what Ying Hua could say, and they regarded Ying Hua as their spokesperson.

"You guys, it's really ......" Lin Feng shook his head, he didn't know what to say, he still underestimated the heavy weight of the Golden Cup Literature Contest in the hearts of the people of the empire, and an abnormal withdrawal would cause so many reveries.

"Brother Feng, if you don't celebrate tonight, such a thing worthy of going down in history can't just be discussed on the Internet, we should treat our stomachs, of course, it's mainly Brother Feng's brain." Seeing that Lin Feng stopped talking, Ying Hua added with a smile.

"Life usually has three meals a day, and it is easy to cause various problems by always treating your stomach, so forget it, and it's not a big deal. As for the celebrations, tomorrow night's party will be lively. When the time comes, Yinghua, you must play well, and you are also very bright under the lights. Lin Feng said with a smile.

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