In the darkness, I floated and seemed to be sinking.

It's like falling into a bottomless pit, it's okay to say it's falling, it's right to say it's not moving, in short, it's a rootless and bottomless feeling.

It's supposed to be like a computer that's been forcibly shut down, thinking about nothing and having nothing. But in fact, the feeling at this moment is like being immersed in the deepest dream. Those dreams, the rapid flashing jumps, seemed to be nowhere to be found, but as a dreamer, Yang Qi instinctively understood what the dreams were telling.

It tells the story of him from childhood to adulthood.

Yang Qi has been a very rational person since he was a child and is more calm than his peers around him. When other children are still running around in the mud, he can already talk to adults about some slightly more in-depth topics without arrogance or impatience. This calmness, this maturity beyond his years, has earned him the respect of everyone around him, from teachers to classmates.

He's not out of trouble, not infallible, but rarely. And always correct and adjust yourself in time.

He was sensible enough that he had never fallen into a loving relationship.

How many people will a boy meet in his life? There may be a lot, but these budding hearts are, in his opinion, ridiculous in his rational analysis.

In junior high school, when love first opened, a girl handed him a note, but he told himself: Don't be stupid, I'm still young, too naïve, I don't know what love is, why make mistakes. When you grow up, be more sensible, and understand everything, you may be qualified to fall in love.

In high school, when he became more and more personable, a girl showed his heart to him, but he told himself: Don't be stupid, you have to take the college entrance examination. I don't know where the future lies. Why make mistakes. Wait until you grow up. If you are more mature and admitted to an excellent university, you may be qualified to fall in love.

When college became more and more radiant, a girl made positive gestures to him, but he told himself: Don't be stupid, college is not the end, just the beginning. Graduation is a breakup. Why make mistakes when you know you want to divide. When you grow up, be more stable, and have an outstanding career, you may be qualified to fall in love.

What is reason? Reason is not to fight unprepared battles. When you want to do something, you must first gather all the conditions. If you don't have a god costume, you won't open a boss. In everything you do, you first evaluate a success or failure rate, consider the consequences of gains and losses, and then use the results of this assessment to tell you what to do next.

He didn't think anything was wrong. He's been here that way, and he's benefited from it. He believes that it can go on like this.

He believed that as long as he kept his sanity, there was no problem that could not be solved - not even marriage and love.

Got a problem? Just analyze the best practices and do it.

He was so sane that he didn't even believe in so-called love. What is love? It's nothing more than mutual appreciation, coupled with the passion for reproduction. No matter what happens, he believes that he can achieve it with his perfect personality and worldview. And this is maturity.

But one day, one day, he suddenly realized that these theories were all shit!

One day, he deeply felt that the human brain is composed of two hemispheres after all. The left brain is dominated by the management of the intellect, and the right brain is volatile with emotions. Sometimes, although my left brain makes a judgment, my right brain resolutely refuses to carry it out.

One day, he deeply felt that it was not natural to understand everything when he grew up. is like a mature politician, but playing video games is a rotten rookie. Yang Qi felt that in a certain game, he, a person with zero experience, was weak at home. It's just a tabula rasa, just out of the novice village, it's like meeting the Demon King of the World.

Love at first sight, do you believe in its existence?

Fate is predestined, do you believe in its existence?

Unbelief?

Yang Qi didn't believe it in the first place, and he didn't believe it all the time, just like he didn't believe that there were ghosts in this world, and he didn't believe that after the necessary conditions were gathered, he couldn't deduce the result.

It wasn't until that "one day" that he finally believed it - after a sea of people, without glasses, he instantly remembered a back. In the midst of a sea of people, under the random allocation, he was assigned to the same table. In the sea of people, it was so mysterious, I met, and my heart was moved.

"I don't want to remember this anymore. 】

A thought rose in his heart, and then Yang Qi suddenly heard someone shouting.

"His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness!"

Is it Awa's voice?

"Your Royal Highness, what should I do, our people have investigated one thing, and you need to decide!

Yang Qi suddenly broke away from the dark world and returned to the real world. He first saw Po standing in front of him, with a hint of anxiety on his face. Then he found himself standing, still wearing a tuxedo. There were no handcuffs, no guardianship, nothing, and the people who came and went around were still wearing gowns.

"What's going on?" Yang Qi was puzzled: "Where am I? Why haven't I been arrested or sent to the hospital?"

"Master Yang, it's almost time for your performance!" The leader of the orchestra ran over and smiled politely as if inviting a big name: "Everyone is ready, the next piece is yours!"

"Performance?" Yang Qi was slightly surprised, it turned out that it was already the second day. By the way, I promised the head of the regiment and said that I would perform. However, there are too many questions to ask. Although Po was not there yesterday, he believed that Po must know everything: "Apo, what's going on, what happened?"

"You, don't you remember?" Ah Po looked at Yang Qi carefully, his eyes as if he was looking at a terminally ill patient who didn't know he had a terminal illness.

"What do you remember? By the way, didn't Xiao Jingzhe knock me unconscious?"

"No—not to be exact. He hit you on the back of the head, but at that time you didn't seem to have anything, but suddenly...... In Xiao Gongzi's words, it is 'becoming a three-no teacher'. Suddenly you fell silent, and walked back to your aunt's house, doing nothing but sitting. Then, the cute girl suddenly fell ill with a fever. ”

"Sick?!" Yang Qi couldn't help but exclaim: "What kind of illness?

"Don't be nervous, the symptoms are just a common cold. Fatigue and lethargy. Apo knew that Yang Qi was in a strange state at this time. I don't ask for anything. "You took care of her all night yesterday, and she's better this morning. Today, my aunt was supposed to perform the opening song, but she quit the show and took care of her at home. He also said that if possible, he would come to see His Highness's performance. Now, maybe it's already in the audience outside. ”

"Oh, good. Yang Qi felt a little relieved.

The regiment commander was in a hurry. He walked forward in a trance, as if his hands and feet were a little out of his control. At the entrance of the backstage, the head of the regiment stopped Apo, and Apo finally shouted at Yang Qi's back: "Your Highness......!

brush, turned the corner. Yang Qi stood on the stage, his meticulous hair and dress made him look tall and perfect. Apo's voice was drowned out in endless applause. Yang Qi first looked at the stage, and all the musicians were in place, all watching him beat his instruments and welcome him on stage. He looked at the audience again, Da Meng and his aunt hadn't come yet, but the venue was full of thousands of people, and everyone was applauding.

He also saw the Paphez Zade, who assumed the pseudonym Marceau, who was the target of his attention, but at the same time a truly gorgeous soprano that any virtuoso would dream of, and who at the moment also looked at him with a strange, burning gaze.

As a performer, it's a dreamlike perfection.

However, Yang Qi's feet did not step out, but stood at the door as if he had taken root.

Because he saw that there was a person sitting in the prime seat of the auditorium -- it was Qi Xi! Why, why did she appear here? Why did she, and the damn bastard next to her, have an expression of surprise and shock on their faces? What happened on this day when he was on standby?!

But, perhaps, it doesn't matter anymore, because he doesn't care anymore. Endless applause was inviting, but he just wanted to turn around and leave.

Just seeing that face, I was already in a trance. Don't push it anymore, I don't want to see her......

However, a moment before moving his steps, Yang Qi suddenly clenched his fists tightly. There was a voice roaring in the bottom of my heart: I can't escape! I can't escape! This war will either be won or die, and there is no possibility of escape!

So, after a deep gaze, Yang Qi walked past the orchestra, brushed Marceau's shoulder, and walked to the piano. With a swing of the swallowtail, Yang Qi sat in front of the piano safely, and when his hands were on the cold keys, he yelled to himself: If you don't even dare to see a person's face, then what kind of Dao heart to talk about, what martial sense, and what will to go!

Is the aria of the queen of the night? It's so simple that you can play it on your knees. Come on, keep your sanity, finish this performance perfectly in front of her, and then defeat the demons in your heart!

So, his hand was raised, and everyone held their breath. His hand fell, and everyone looked forward to it. What I was looking forward to was a special and chic aria after the night. But to everyone's consternation, including Yang Qi himself, what was bounced out was not what should have been played. Many people exchanged heads and ears, and the orchestra was at a loss, but Pafez's eyes were full of wonder and silently left the position of the lead singer. She knew that she didn't need to sing on this stage.

The music was a heart sound, and Yang Qi suddenly felt that his fingers were not listening to the command of reason, and they danced automatically, jumping out of another string of notes. The string of notes was so familiar that it seemed to sound from the bottom of his own heart, across time, from that initial day, to the present.

Perhaps, even the person in the audience who was listening no longer remembers. Two years ago, on the first day of being a tablemate, during that lunch break, she brought one of her MP3 headphones to herself: "Listen?"

"Okay. So, he put on his headphones and heard the song. (Want to know more exciting news about "Extraordinary Twins"?Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right, select Add Friends to add the official account, search for "Qidianzhongwenwang", follow the official account, and never miss every update!) (To be continued......)