Liao Qingyin's hand ticked a simple melody on the table, over and over again, her right hand supporting her chin, and the golden sunlight reflected in her eyes under her long blue hair.

She loved the silence, so quiet that the whole world seemed to forget about herself, so quiet that she could see the sunlight outside the window shining into the hospital room, and then fading away and then falling into the night, so quiet that she could hear the voice in her ears more clearly than she had ever heard before.

"Drip," the little finger made a crisp sound on the porcelain cup filled with water.

"I don't want to die like that...... I still have relatives waiting for me at home......" someone screamed in pain in his ears.

"Bell!" The index finger flexed slightly, and the overtones of Qingyue popped up on the iron spoon of the lunch box.

"Mom, I miss my mom ......" the child's cry sounded behind her.

"Boom!" The whole palm of his right hand slapped on the table, and the echo was ......

"I hate the world, this world has treated me unfairly since I was born!" Someone howled above her like a demon.

Liao Qingyin began to get used to hearing these voices from another world, the cries of the dead or relief or pain or hideousness, always ringing in her ears all the time, once Liao Qingyin was in a quiet environment, these voices would drown her like a tidal wave, not giving her any room to escape.

It all started on that late night pedestrian street three days ago, when she rubbed shoulders with the girl named Yuan Xi to look for the so-called comb, the comb appeared in her pants pocket, the moment she touched the comb, she felt that a girl was smiling and leading her to open a black door, behind the door were countless ghosts of the dead and a blood-colored moon that would never be extinguished, she fell into the blood-colored sea, blood poured into her mouth and nose, bubbles gushed out of her nose, She sank deeper and deeper, falling and falling in the endless darkness, countless black figures like mermaids swimming nimbly around her, staring at her with glowing eyes......

When she woke up again, she was already in the hospital, the moment she woke up, countless voices from another world were about to burst her head, she felt that there were many beings entering her soul, her mind fell into chaos, the world in front of her became a multi-layered thing, she saw the light and shadow of the normal world in a certain dimension, she saw the pupils of the dead and the eternal darkness in another dimension, she struggled between the two worlds, The information of the two worlds kept pouring into her head......

However, after a period of great instability, she eventually reached a relatively stable state between the two worlds. After all, man is an animal that can get used to it, no matter what kind of habit, what kind of madness, what kind of pain, after repeated countless times, you will eventually get used to it.

Her way of dealing with those never-ending sounds is to create another sound to cover them, Liao Qingyin began to pay attention to all the subtle sounds in life, and collected them into her brain, and naturally formed some kind of music in her brain, she became a musician who played all the time, all the sounds in her brain can be filtered and combined into music, she will occasionally create some syllables written into her brain through her own actions as the finishing touch of music, you will never find out, How many unheard-of miracles can be created by the human mind, in just three days, countless melodies have been played in her head, some are crazy and evil and weird, and some are the singing of the muse, which can probably become a classic repertoire in the history of music if composed.

But Liao Qingyin's brain has many sounds that are difficult to play with any musical instrument and difficult to express with any note, and these sounds are destined to only come from the heart, which I don't know whether to say it is a pity or a blessing.

"Coo-coo-coo-coo......" There are a few pigeons fluttering their wings on the balcony, and the sound flows into Liao Qingyin's brain and is also combined into another piece of music, Liao Qingyin walked to the balcony gently, holding the closed anti-theft net, and looked at the white pigeons who were far away, above the city under the sun, they were as small as dust, and the wings of the white angels flowed with brilliant gold, and they disappeared in the sunlight in an instant.

"If I can do it all over again, I will choose Li Bai......" The crow-like song sounded behind her.

"Do you know that you are really a soundblind person with incomplete tones," Liao Qingyin wiped the blue hair that was covering her forehead behind her, turned to lean against the balcony railing, looked at the person behind her, and said with a smile:

"Boss, long time no see."

I don't know when, Yang Yinnian, who was dressed in a black coat, walked through the tempered glass of the mental ward, sat on Liao Qingyin's hospital bed, and smiled with Erlang's legs crossed.

"I like this song very much, after all, if everything can really be repeated, it will probably be the best thing in the world, everything can be like in the game, save|and|load, you can try all possibilities over and over again, and finally go to the best ending, and finally people can dance and laugh in the light music, the curtain is down, the name of the game producer jumps on the screen, congratulations, players, you played happy|end!" Yang Annian lowered his eyes and face, and hummed the melody in his mouth.

"Boss, you always say something I don't understand, maybe you didn't say these things to me, right?" Liao Qingyin just smiled, and her mouth also hummed along with Yang Annian, but her voice was very different from Yang Annian, which made people intoxicated to listen to.

"Indeed, I'm just coming to see you this time, you have a new mission, and if you want to redeem yourself, you still have to pay some heavy price after all." Yang narrowed his eyes, and the darkness flowed through his slender eyes.

"Are the voices ringing in my head one of the necessary costs?" Liao Qingyin asked.

"No, no, no, that's just a bonus, you have become a very special existence, Ah Qing......" Yang Annian looked at Liao Qingyin with interest.

"Can you not mention that title," Liao Qingyin's smile froze, and she said with a slightly cold expression: "That name always reminds me of my past, I am very difficult now, and I don't want to go back to that more difficult era." ”

"Man can never escape his past, my dear musician Miss Qingying, no matter how much you avoid the past, the shadow of the past will find you one day, just as Jesus preached, the day of judgment will come after all, and sin and good will have their own destiny." Yang said as if he was preaching.

"It's really the biggest joke in the world that the devil can believe in Christ," Liao Qingyin sneered: "My dear boss, are you just here to visit me for small talk?" ”

"Then I'll make a long story short," Yang Annian's hand pulled the hair of his sideburns, pulling off one hair after another to play: "I've been resting here for so long, and you're awake again, it's time for you to continue to fulfill your promises, I have some very interesting plans that need your participation." ”

"Listen, I'm interested in what kind of plan you have." Liao Qingyin said indifferently, not seeing that she was interested in the slightest.

"It's probably a simple gesture for you, I just need you to ......" Yang Annian's pupils swelled with distorted darkness, and he whispered:

"Write a new tune."