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Lin Tianran thinks he is a boring person, he himself is willing to be a boring person, nearly fifty years old, ordinary like an old farmer, the tone of his voice does not fluctuate, and his voice is not good, he walks in the crowd, he is a middle-aged uncle who is completely oblivious to everyone, no one will look at him more, no one will try to dig into his heart, no one will care about his past.

He is very satisfied and happy to live in this indifferent sense of existence, and has a hospital director of surgery so that he can call himself a middle-class profession, so that life is drowned in the dullness of day after day, there are no big ups and downs, no more gains and losses, just 9 to 5, and at home can also enjoy a moment of tranquility with his family, such a life, for him, is so precious to him, so beautiful that he does not want to let go.

"But your past is not something you want to forget," said the man who suddenly came to the door, his dark pupils were stern and indifferent, and behind him stood the blue-haired female singer with a relaxed and playful face.

Yang Dark Year.

"There will always be people who remember the debts you owe, and there will always be people who will come to collect what belongs to him, and now I am just here to collect a little interest, lest you forget the covenant you made for yourself." Yang said calmly.

"How many people have you signed a contract with? It's like a devil who leads people everywhere to degenerate and fulfill their wishes. The blue-haired girl behind Yang asked with a smile.

"All I've done is an equivalent exchange, and I'm really kind like an angel compared to some guy who swindled around in the name of the post office." Yang replied without looking back, and then he strode to Lin Tianran's desk and tapped Lin Tianran's desk with his hand: "First of all, complete all the discharge procedures for Liao Qingyin as quickly as possible, and you don't need anyone from the police station to know, and you don't need any of her friends to know, just as if she has never existed here." ”

Just a week later, another person knocked on his desk with an angry face, as if roaring and pleading, "Tell me, Liao Qingyin, where was Yang Annian taken?" ”

"Excuse me, Director Lin, he really has something very important to ask, if there is any offense, please forgive me." Jiang Yi and Yuan Xi followed behind Wang Ziyi and pushed open Lin Tianran's door, Jiang Yi said with a smile, but Yuan Xi was silent, just calmly watching the dispute between Wang Ziyi and Lin Tianran.

"How would I know? What Yang Danian wants to do, who in this world can predict it? Lin Tianran replied helplessly.

"Then you can let such a suspicious man take your patient away without asking?" The prince asked viciously.

"Do you know Yang Annian? Is he just a suspicious man in your eyes? Lin Tianran also **** without concessions.

"Of course he's not just suspicious, he's dangerous, evil devil!" Wang Ziyi thought of something, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

"May I ask if your name is Wang Ziyi?" Seeing that the man in front of him was reacting like this, Lin Tianran asked with some surprise.

"How do you know I'm Wang Ziyi?" As soon as he came in, Wang Ziyi asked Liao Qingyin's whereabouts directly, and he hadn't had time to introduce himself yet, but Lin Tianran seemed to have heard of himself a long time ago?

"Yang Annian left me a message, if someone called Wang Ziyi and Zeng Zhi came to me, I will tell you, where to find her, Liao Qingyin left a message for you, she is preparing a very important new song, without you, her song will definitely not be complete." Lin Tianran said slowly.

"Preparing a new song?" Jiang Yi and Yuan Xi Prince Yi were stunned, what time is it now, and she is still in the mood to compose a new song? What was Liao Qingyin thinking? Or did Yang Annian originally want Liao Qingyin to write a new song?

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In Liao Qingyin's ears, the hell of sound burned.

As time passed, her unknown ability became more and more powerful, as long as she calmed down and closed her eyes, she would be completely drowned out by the sound of time from another dimension for a moment, it felt like a boat on the River Styx, she poked her head out and could see the faces of countless dead people rising and falling under the dark River Styx around her.

Some of the voices of the deceased are like saints doing the Last Mass, confessing the sins of their lives, while others are heart-rending cries and melt obsessions, and some voices are more like the roar of the devil, breaking through the limits of her imagination of what her physical ears can hear.

The time was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, she was sitting on the balcony on the second floor of a small villa in the suburbs of Linyang, blowing the cold evening breeze, smelling the fragrance from the countryside, looking up at the starry sky like a diamond and the moon like a wheel.

She held the acoustic guitar in her arms, her thoughts drifted along the night sky, and a few whimsical notes popped in her hand, and since she could hear those notes that no one had ever heard before, her style of composition began to develop in another strange direction, and she began to try some of the limits of sound, some forbidden syllables that no composer had ever thought of, some syllables that could not be called music at first glance, but were like human crying and screaming, and under her ingenuity, she cleverly combined them into some new music......

The night sky seems to have never changed, but the people under the moon are changing every moment, when the changed people look up at the night in the sky, they are also surprised and surprised to find that the sky of the world is also silently transforming, her clear black pupils are slowly turning blood red by the moon that is slowly turning blood red.

She rubbed her chin against the head of the acoustic guitar affectionately, smiling like a child holding her own toy, pure and devoid of magazines, and the blood-colored moonlight rendered her and the peaceful rice fields in the distance red.

This all-veneer acoustic guitar was given to her by Yang Annian, white pine panel, rosewood side panel, the rippling and flying notes that played it were simply intoxicating to her, the sound quality, timbre, and volume were all at the professional level of the concert, since the last time she was disheartened and broke the previous electric guitar with magical sound quality, this acoustic guitar has simply become her second life!

If Yang Annian wanted to pursue her with this acoustic guitar, Liao Qingyin probably didn't have any reason to refuse Yang Annian, but for people like Yang Annian, whether he still has love is a question, and what he wants from himself is probably just that tune.

"Do you see......" she whispered to the night sky, like a banshee singing to the sea that would make the sailor lose her soul, and the guitar in her arms fluttered to a melodious melody with her bare hands.

"There will always be light, flowing above the sea of the sun

There will always be songs to remember the souls of the past

There will always be dreams, and the absurd will become an endless dance of ending

There will always be someone, who will crumble into the blank space of the past and disappear without a trace......"

"You tell me the world is always multi-layered and multifaceted,

But on any level, I don't see your shadow,

You always say that we will meet again,

But your goodbye is forever,

You always believe so firmly in the gods and the light,

But you're the demon that makes me mad and intoxicated......"

Halfway through the song, the girl involuntarily stopped, the next lyrics were stuck in her throat, she coughed violently a few times, as if she was going to cough out her lungs, her face became pale as paper in an instant, her eyes were blurry, the world around her was distorted, the moon on the horizon was rippling with a circle of chaotic red light, countless strange shadows appeared around her with her singing, and the sound of the Ganges sand whispered in her ear:

"This song can't be sung."

"Stop! Stop it! ”

"I'm so scared, I'm so scared!"

She's singing a song that even the spirit world is afraid of.

"Don't force yourself too much," Yang Annian didn't know when he was already standing behind Liao Qingyin, the concern in his eyes flashed, and he whispered, "The time hasn't come yet." ”

"Is the eldest sister really going to be fine?" Zeng Zhi, the yellow-haired young man standing beside Yang Annian, did not hide the worry on his face, Liao Qingyin was thinking about this strange ballad like a madman every day, which really made him extremely uneasy.

"I'm fine," a distressing smile bloomed on Liao Qingyin's pale face: "Such an interesting song, I haven't finished singing yet, how can I have something?" ”

"Have you figured out what the name of this song is?" Yang Yannian looked at Liao Qingyin deeply, trying to read something else from those seemingly clear eyes, but only saw a sickly obsession.

"I've thought about it for a long time, so it's called ...... "Elegy under the Sun." Liao Qingyin smiled happily and said, "I want to use it to commemorate a friend of mine." ”

An elegy in the sun? Yang Annian repeated this name over and over again in his heart, and another melody that secretly matched this song sounded in his heart.

The elegy under the sun, the eulogy on the moon, this is really fate, this is really the will of God......

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