The celebration of the magicians is no more exciting than the celebration of the world of Hakuding.

It's just that they always have a lot of new things to come up with—like the Turin elves dancing in their hulls, the sirens singing in mid-air, and the snowflakes that flutter in the sky and tinkle on the ground, and the rain of petals that play a beautiful music.

But in Zheng Qing's eyes, these are not interesting.

The comical dance of the elves could not hide their rough and rude behavior, and the strong aroma of the sirens could not hide the looming fishiness of the sea, even the magic snowflakes fluttering above your head, if you caught them with your hands, they would be smoked into a pool of cold water by the heat of your palms, and disappear cleanly along the cracks of your fingers.

And then there are the old-fashioned rules, the clichés, the redundant rules.

It's all the secret recipe for grinding off the young wizard's spirit.

Compared with these, Zheng Qing was more interested in the presidents of First University.

It's been almost a month since he entered the school, and he has a close relationship with several principals, who are the deans of several college presidents who often make newspaper headlines, and he has not known anyone when he hears about it.

And these bigwigs are said to show up at the opening ceremony.

There is less than half an hour left before the start of the celebration.

The senior students of the four colleges, the researchers of several research institutes, the teaching assistants, lecturers, professors, and the old school workers who were trembling when they walked began to enter the school in order.

According to the old rules, everyone has their place.

The professors stood on the terrace protruding outward from the top floor of the auditorium, dressed in black robes, gathered in twos and threes, talking and laughing lightly, with a relaxed expression.

The teaching assistants and lecturers are located a little lower on the lower floors, standing with the researchers, in a semi-enclosed corridor under the terrace.

Students are lined up from top to bottom according to their grades.

The senior students stand in the corridor on the fourth floor, the junior students stand in the corridor on the third floor, and so on, the freshmen of the class of 08 can only honestly stand in the circular corridor on the first floor.

Compared to the teaching staff, the students are much more restrained.

Whether it is a senior student or a freshman who has just entered the school, they are cautious in their words and deeds, lest they be caught by the pickets and deduct their credits.

The pickets consisted of student council officers and some school workers, who quietly patrolled the corridors on each floor, holding hard notepads in their arms, ready to pull out the troublemakers and clean them up.

"Did you hear any sound?" Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head, looked around suspiciously, and pushed his companion next to him.

The little fox hiding in his arms also rolled its ears, its eyes widened, and its big fluffy tail stopped waddling.

"Voice?" "Voice?" Fat Xin scratched his furry head, squeezed his eyes hard, and his expression was very confused: "Except for the birdsong and the dog barking...... I didn't hear anything else...... And the little pig's humming. ”

Several of the others also looked at each other with confused eyes.

"It does seem to be a strange sound..."Li Meng frowned, tried to prick up her ears, and her little face was flushed: "It sounds a little familiar......"

"What sound did you hear?" Xiao Xiao quickly opened his notebook and asked eagerly.

Zheng Qing tilted his head and found that this kind of thing was really difficult to describe.

Just like the ebb and flow of the tide and the rain, you can find many onomatopoeia and adjectives to describe these scenes, but the language is too poor and pale to accurately describe the connotation.

"I really should learn more magic scripts," Zheng Qing muttered, and the facial features on his face wrinkled: "I found that magic scripts are more precise and easier to describe and describe...... Vaguely speaking, it's a bit like the chirping of birds in the morning, or the sound of rain hitting the leaves during the rainy season. ”

"You're not a voice at all...... How can this be the same?" the fat man looked skeptical.

"It's like the sound of the sun rising and setting, and the sound of the stars crying. Li Meng pointed at her fingers and said a metaphor that was incompatible.

"Is there still a sound when the sun rises?" Zhang Jixin finally couldn't help it, and complained: "There are still stars crying, are you sure you were scared and crying by ghosts in the bed?"

Li Meng had a dark face and didn't speak, just turned around, flew up, and kicked Zhang Jixin's leg.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but laugh.

He found that the little witch was now more and more fond of kicking people, and he didn't know who to learn it from.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head and glanced at Jiang Yu.

Senior squad leader Jiang was holding his arms, his brows were slightly frowned, his fingers were lightly beating, and his expression was very focused, which made people can't help but look at it twice.

"Silence. Xiao Xiao put up a brush to stop the dispute between several companions, and also recalled the distracted public-funded students.

Zheng Qing turned his head and was surprised to find that wisps of pale white mist began to float out of the hall at some point.

The sirens and goblins who were dancing and singing in the center of the hall were now gone.

Even the bean light that hovered in mid-air was extinguished one after another.

Only the darkness overhead.

Like the deep universe, it is quiet and timeless.

A bean-sized flame flickered in the darkness.

Zheng Qing's eyes widened.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The sound of the drum seemed to sound from the bottom of his heart, and the flames of beans trembled with the beat of the drum.

With just a few clicks, he completely grabbed Zheng Qing's attention.

A short, intense passage that clearly marks the breaking point at the beginning.

Those thin mist, accompanied by the bright drum beat, the passionate rhythm, the rapid coiling, vibrating, spreading, conjuring up one mysterious and weird pattern after another.

Staring at those patterns and listening to the music that began to flow slowly in his ears, pictures suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Qing's eyes.

The dead universe is pitch black and devoid of life.

A blue, tiny planet, like a grain of dry sand in the sea of stars, hovers quietly in its orbit.

Lap, year, year after year.

There is no beginning and no end.

Like a bolt of lightning breaking through the fog, a glimmer of spark burst out of the infinite dead silence.

The music in my ears was interrupted in an instant, and it seemed to be lost due to shock!

Then hesitantly, cautiously, the sound of the flute poked his head a little;

Staccato, trumpets, flutes, double basses, drums, spit out sounds of their own exploration.

The field of vision expanded infinitely, and Zheng Qing's perception seemed to rush into the tiniest cells in an instant.

In my ears, the tinkling piano, accompanied by heavy chords, and a long horn, fully expresses the feeling of time flying.

Cells divide rapidly, single cell, multicellular, plants, animals, swim in the sea, crawl to the ground, and the evolutionary history of organisms that only exists in the imagination is like a fast-forward silent movie, which is quickly unfolded in front of Zheng Qing.

The music became more and more intense and richer, and the scenery in front of Zheng Qing became richer and richer. A touch of life slowly rose from the bottom of his heart, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled his heart.

His gaze suddenly narrowed away, and then a creepy sense of threat shattered the comfort and peace just now.

The huge meteorite grazed the tip of Zheng Qing's nose with burning flames and slammed into the blue planet that had just given birth to life. The rising smoke, the violently vibrating plates, the creatures fleeing frantically.

The music interrupted again, and Zheng Qing clearly felt the calm before the storm.

Then, the short and intense string notes, the vigorous and decisive striking, one stronger than the other, one wave higher than the other, the momentum is furious, unstoppable!

Zheng Qing knew that this was life venting his anger.

It wasn't until the blue planet slowly regained its calm that the music gradually became quieter.

At this moment, the music is not as rich but complex as before, but clearly shows two or three themes,

The double bass and cello are helpless, and the aftermath is hovering, the violin and trumpet are eager to try and constantly impact, and the piano, drum, and other instruments that Zheng Qing can't hear are intertwined, the vocal range is constantly expanding, the modulation is becoming more and more unpredictable, and the rhythm is becoming more and more complex and changeable.

Animals running on the ground, fish jumping in the sea, birds soaring in the sky, insects rustling and crawling in the treetops, mosquitoes and flies buzzing in the meadows, and the struggling faces of countless creatures appeared in front of me in an instant.

Then, abruptly, it stopped.

Everything in front of me disappeared and returned to the magnificent auditorium.

Zheng Qing blinked vigorously, allowing his brain to slowly adjust to the rhythm that suddenly eased down. Then he stared blankly into the air, why was it suddenly gone? What about the human beings? What about the creatures behind it? What do those three themes represent?

The auditorium was silent, as if the intense music had been his hallucination.

A moment later, there was a buzzing sound that spread rapidly from the first floor to the top.

Regret and unfinished hustle and bustle are full of it.

"I finally feel it," Xiao Xiao put on his glasses again, and his eyes revealed a hint of fanaticism: "The sound of life! The baptism of the soul!

"Legend has it that through the impact of music and pictures, it purifies your soul, allows you to fully feel the greatness and extraordinariness of this world, and allows you to directly face the mysterious origin of the world. ”

"Incomparable......" Zheng Qing was fascinated by the music just now, reminiscing and admiring.