After reading the message, Ding Xiaoke looped the song in his ears over and over again, carefully capturing every syllable and every turn.

There are many people's covers on the Internet, but none of them can sing the unique taste of cloud dyeing ink.

Ding Xiaoke originally wanted to try a cover, however, she gave up after listening to it more than a dozen times.

Yes, she could indeed imitate a man's voice to eighty or ninety percent.

But that feeling can't be sung.

In this world, it is not as difficult to imitate the shape as it is to imitate the gods, and it is not as difficult to paint the skin as it is to paint the bones.

Form and God, skin and bone, separated by more than a chasm, that is the unreachable Milky Way.

A distance of more than a billion light-years.

But she could feel the man's state of mind when he sang the song.

When he is in the dark, he can naturally understand what the people in the darkness need, and he can naturally understand what the beating heart is longing for.

**

"Only when you get to that situation where life is worse than death will you see through everything."

"The abyss on the left, the hell on the right, I have nothing to lose."

A low, gentle voice rang out in the darkness.

A man in a wheelchair slowly stepped out from behind the curtains.

Behind him, there is a bright starry sky.

However, no matter how bright the starry sky was and how dazzling the starlight was, it could never cover the dark aura that shrouded the man.

Slowly, the dark aura around him dissipated, disappearing without a trace, as if he had never been there.

Wearing a white sweater on his upper body, his body was plated with a layer of fine starlight, his pupils as black as ink, his long and curly eyelashes, and his skin as delicate as porcelain.

He has not seen light for many years, and his skin is very white.

Like a statue of a god carefully carved with white jade, it is peaceful and quiet.

Mu Xuanli looked at the porcelain fragments on the ground, lowered his eyes, and faintly called out the door, "Uncle An." ”

The door to the room was quickly pulled open, and a man dressed as a butler respectfully walked up to him, lowered himself, and cleaned up the debris from the floor.

He had been accustomed to this situation for ten years.

Since the death of the old master, the little master has suffered from mild bipolar disorder, and every time he gets sick, he likes to be alone.

For ten years, it has been like this, but as I get older, it becomes less and less often.

"Do you want to call Miss Li Mei to come over?"

Uncle An spoke tentatively.

Miss Li Mei's meditation song helped the owner's bipolar disorder to a certain extent.

It is for this reason that Li Meizi can sit firmly in the position of the first sister in the Xianyin Studio of the M Group.

One sitting is three years.

"Not necessarily."

"I want to be alone for a while."

Mu Xuanli rejected Uncle An's proposal.

Uncle An retreated with amusement and gently closed the door of the room.

Mu Xuanli boarded YY, which had not been on for a long time, and entered his homepage, wanting to see the message under the comments.

has been silent for five years, but netizens are still very enthusiastic, and keep leaving him messages, all kinds of fancy begging for return.

He just smiled at this.

Closing his eyes, he listened to the "Dream Butterfly of the Abyss" he sang again.

The song sounded in his ears, and the past resurfaced in his mind.

In the car accident ten years ago, his parents died under the car, and he was the only one who was lucky enough to save his life, but he was also blind and broke his leg.

Five years ago, he finally found out the truth about the car accident, and in the darkest of times, he sang this song.

Lyrics and music arrangement are all done by him.

After the song is finished, the memories slowly dissipate.

When I exited, a recommendation popped up on the screen.