In the silence, Ye Qingxuan stared at the characters and patterns on the blackboard, as if he was in a trance, thinking about something.

"Teacher, we have to decipher so many ancient documents to understand the previous world, but what is the point of this? ”

Ye Qingxuan asked, "We have spent so much time studying and researching interpretation, but what is it for?"

"To find an explanation. ”

Abraham replied, "To explain something." ”

"Explanation? Honestly, teacher, what I need most now is an explanation. ”

Ye Qingxuan leaned back in his chair tiredly and closed his eyes depressedly: "Since I returned to Avalon, I have always encountered some things.

A few...... Very bad thing.

It's like suddenly coming to a world of monsters, and many things have become strange, and everyone has become unable to communicate and understand.

I don't even know how to see the world. ”

He recalled the wild laughter and hoarse voices in his memory, and lowered his head tiredly.

"Obviously everything was normal, but overnight, why did it become like this? Or maybe I've been living in illusions, is this the world the way it is?

Are they at fault, or am I wrong?"

It's like memories suddenly wake up, dragging him back to that unlucky day.

There, Werner, the dwarf, looked at him with a bloody face.

But even in such a tragic way, he still grinned wildly, twisted like a devil, and shouted in his ear:

"Now the whole Downtown gang wants your dog's life! Do you think it's useful to let me go? I'll spare my life? Don't be naïve...... Now everyone in the whole of Downtown wants your life!

"Are you innocent? But can't innocent people die?"

"Where do you think this is? This is Avalon!"

Suddenly, Werner changed, swelled and turned into a hideous black shadow, raising a bone saw, chopping the corpse and spilling blood.

Then, it was dark again, and in the deep night fog, a ghost-like shadow chased after him, and a sharp voice echoed in his ears.

Purify, purify, purify......

obviously wants to be reasonable, but there is no reason to talk about it, obviously just going to the street to buy something, you will be chased and killed by a group of people inexplicably. Obviously he just wants to help people, but he has to be purified by the corpse.

This hellish world became inexplicable and incomprehensible in an instant......

"I don't understand, teacher. ”

Ye Qingxuan asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"The world is complicated, leaves. Sometimes, we need something to help us understand it. ”

Abraham looked at him: "When I was younger, I used to feel confused and frightened about things. The world is changing so fast, and so are other people's ideas. But I'm always sluggish and can't understand.

That's why I studied interpretation, and I wanted to find a way for me to understand those things. Find a solution.

At the very least, if you can understand them, you won't be scared anymore. ”

"Teacher, did you find it?" Ye Qingxuan raised his head and asked.

Abraham smiled bitterly, but did not answer—

Late at night, it was converted into the basement of the piano room.

The sharp notes are like chainsaws cutting through metal, and they reverberate in the underground space, filled with indescribable irritability and depression, which is unsettling.

In front of the piano, the absent-minded teenager played the keys in front of him dullly.

The rhythm and melody that Charles repeated again and again were completely unplayed.

"Stop, stop, leaf, stop first. ”

Charles stretched out his hand to stop him and shook his head, "Yezi, are you playing this piano? I don't know if you think you're smashing things again......

Ye Qingxuan withdrew his palm solemnly, "I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted." ”

"I know you're upset, but there's no way you can go on like this. Charles spread his hands and handed him an orange:

"Here, eat some fruit and calm down. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "I just want to find a solution." ”

"Did you find it?"

"Nope. ”

Ye Qingxuan exhaled irritably, and his ten fingers smashed on the keys like a hammer:

"-So, I'm going to vent!"

Once again, a shrill sound like the friction of a piece of iron rang out, with an aftermath of mania and rage.

Where is this playing, there is no order at all!

Charles shook his head, sighed, and quietly left, closing the door for him: at this time, it is better to let him calm himself down.

But in the silence of the basement, the chaotic sound of the piano, like the friction of iron pieces and gravel, still reverberates. The sharp melody with twists and turns is creepy with indescribable depression and despair.

A large number of tritoneal passages kept coming up in the chaotic strumming, like the whispered wails of countless people. The sound of the piano drove away all the warmth and sunshine, like a cold night.

In the dark cold night described in the sound of the piano, countless gloomy and manic feelings hung over the sky like black clouds, turning the whole world into eternal darkness.

Every time the manic piano jumps, it is like an angry thunderclap flashing between heaven and earth.

Unconsciously, Ye Qingxuan began to play the music score engraved in his memory.

Only this time, it's pure venting.

No more rules and regulations, no more attention to notes, no more thinking about sensing and controlling the ether, all scruples are put aside.

Ye Qingxuan just tilted the mania in his heart angrily and intently.

In the darkness, only the shrill sound of the piano sounded.

The helplessness, confusion, confusion, and anger that had accumulated in his soul for days were vividly vented in this lonely piano sound.

It's like a madman dancing, desperately smashing everything within his reach, bringing with it a series of shattering sounds. It shattered tranquility, smashed reason, smashed all restraints.

The anxiety and depression contained in "Black Friday" are interpreted to the extreme in this unstructured chaos. He had never understood the anger and ...... of this piece in this piece Helpless.

Out of the helpless predicament comes confusion, confusion produces uneasiness, mania brews in restlessness, anger sprouts, followed by hysterical rage.

But just when the performance soared to the maximum, the sharp sound suddenly decreased.

The staccato, angry, maddening voice grew thin, like a muffled murmur lingering in the ear.

It's like something brewing in the sound of the piano of nothingness, so it drains all the power out of it, and even the human mind wants to pull into it.

obviously didn't focus on controlling, but Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but be immersed in playing.

He couldn't even tell whether he was playing the tune or whether it was tempting him, luring his reason deeper into the melody.

It was as if he had stripped off the layers of shell and camouflage, and his mind gradually sank into this murmuring melody, engrossed in the meaning of every note and every measure.

He began to think.

What kind of thing is this sharp and broken dark melody trying to depict?

Is it anger, is it mania, is it depression, is it fear, is it a longing resentment, is it loneliness, or is it despair of having nothing to love?

No, neither.

For a moment, a flash of lightning crossed his mind, piercing through all the mysteries and puzzles, tearing apart all doubts and confusions.

The sparkle of a moment illuminates the 'truth'. ’

Ye Qingxuan's movements were suddenly suffocated, and he opened his eyes in astonishment: "Is it guilt?"

That's right, guilt.

It is the 'pain' of time, the 'despair' of desperately trying everything to save something, but in the end it is in vain. It's the 'body can't help itself' that lives up to the love of family

It's the 'powerlessness' that you can't do if you miss it, and the 'guilt' that you can't do anything about it.

Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt......

In the dark music, every note jump, every interval change is full of guilt like weeping blood.

At that moment, the 'soul' brewed in the melody was finally revealed from the bland notes. Suddenly, the melody changed wildly.

It was like a stagnant water suddenly making waves, and a clash of wills suddenly lit up in a body that had no appearance and no knowledge. That is the life of this dark movement, the 'spirituality' brewing in the melody!-

Outside the door, the departing Charles went back with a large pile of fruit, wandering outside the door worriedly.

The junior brother didn't know what he was stimulated when he went out this time, and the whole person's painting style changed, and he was locked in the basement every day to flip through the book, which made people worry.

In order to appease him, Charles specially pulled a large pile of fruit from the backyard of the Change Academy, intending to fill the man's stomach first, and chatted with him about psychological counseling. But when he made up his mind and pushed the door open, his movements suddenly stopped.

A weeping dark melody flowed out of the space behind the door, lingering in his ears as if he had come to life, turning into a resentful spirit singing softly, singing heartbreaking music.

He froze in place, and the fruit gurgled and fell to the ground, but Charles didn't care about the distress, and his eyes widened and widened, almost jumping out of their sockets.

This is...... What the heck?!

Spiritual resonance? Are you kidding?

Charles felt that something was wrong with his ears: how many musicians had locked themselves in the basement and smashed the piano like a vent, and resonated with the 'spirituality' of the movement?

From an apprentice with no foundation, he almost mastered the essence of the movement. And it's still such a dark and extreme, dark music full of despair?

His expression twitched, and he closed the door carefully, not daring to interrupt Ye Qingxuan's indescribable state of epiphany.

He tiptoed to pick up the fruit on the floor and returned to the living room, munching on a banana sluggishly.

In the corner, the girl who was helping Lao Fei to brush her hair turned around, and when she saw him, she was confused: "Charles, what's wrong with you? It's like your girlfriend has been trafficked......

"Nothing ......"

Charles muttered numbly, and after a long time, he slapped himself twice, and after making sure that he was not dreaming again, he couldn't help but pat his thigh and sigh:

"What the hell!" (To be continued.) )