Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 229 Light Rain

In fact, there is no need to pour it at all. With his current memory, it would be an insult to say that he can only remember those details after listening to it again, let alone just listening to it.

However, this can also be said to be some kind of habitual behavior.

The video was pulled back, and the program "Burning Brilliance" was playing on the screen, but Xu Guangling's eyes were floating, he did not look at the screen, and even his ears were in a state of hearing but not listening. At the same time, his thoughts are still alive.

For a young girl in her prime, there is no need to be too demanding on her feelings or her singing skills. It is neither necessary nor meaningful.

Both of these can be improved in the future, and time will change everything.

So what Xu Guangling thought about was only the voice.

There was a phone call before, but Xu Guangling didn't pay much attention to Zhou Lanlan's voice at that time, and now there is only such a song. Xu Guangling's evaluation is okay, but such an evaluation cannot be called fair, since the little girl let him " Seriously" a little bit, he can't take it too seriously.

Yang Yuying "Tell You Gently" "Falling Flowers"

Meng Tingwei "Are you listening to the sea laughing" "Through the moon full of flowers"

Faye Wong "Sky" "Only Me"

Chen Rui "White Fox" "Drunk in the West Building"

Wang Zheng "We Are All Good Boys" "Tell You"

Tong Li "Fireworks in March" "Jiangnan"

Liang Jingru "Love Loves Much Like" "Applause"

"Lan Ruo Ci" and "Moonrise" by Qingguan

Qingmin "Just Because of You" "Recalling the Rain in the Empty Mountain"

Double Sheng "Rotting Grass Turns into Fireflies" "Big Fish"

Xiao Yuan's "Onion" and "Wu Niang"

After thinking for a while, he drew up such a playlist, and then, Xu Guangling sent the sound source and accompaniment via email, and asked Zhou Lanlan to sing each song twice, once with the accompaniment and once a cappella.And after getting this feedback, it should be said that he can make an extremely accurate evaluation.

After finishing this, it is thirty past three.

There are still [-] minutes before heading to Zhang's hometown.

Xu Guangling sat in front of the window, simply immersed in his memory again, and what appeared in his mind at this moment were songs, all the songs he had heard.

Because of his mother's relationship, it should be said that Xu Guangling has listened to all the songs, including music, that have been published in the three places, including the entire Chinese-speaking circle, with a circulation of more than [-].Of course, the time must be limited to seven years ago.

At this moment, those songs echoed one after another in Xu Guangling's mind, from song to song.

One by one, the notes floated in the sky of his thoughts.

Music was originally one of Xu Guangling's most important influences and hobbies in his childhood, and at this time, thanks to his spirit and memory, all of these allowed him to transcend time and space, beyond the limit of pure imagination, to come to the world. Into the real music palace.

In this immersion, time is forgotten.

With experience, Xu Guangling set the alarm clock early, but when the alarm clock rang and Xu Guangling collected his thoughts and stood up, he was thinking whether it was necessary to build a music studio.

Because in the past hour or so, countless musical phrases have already been born in his mind.

This is also conceivable. ——

Walking by the sea, how could there be no shells between the ebb and flow of the tide.

In the evening, Zhang's hometown, in the study.

A piece of pine, the size of a business card, is steamed and smoked. While exuding the smell of rosin, it also exudes an invisible mist that cannot be seen, touched or smelled.But smelling the smell of rosin in his nose, Xu Guangling suddenly thought, is it possible to mix those kinds of woods to make incense slices?

For one thing, the pine flakes are not an ideal carrier for the mist.

Two, this rosin is also a bit too complex, and under the analysis of Shennong Jue, its score is not ideal.

So, mixed incense slices, can you try it?

Night, in the park.

Sitting quietly on the bench, Xu Guangling's eyes were slightly closed, and his body and mind were quiet.

The state enters quickly.

That is, after Xu Guangling sat down for three to five minutes, the whole park gradually "blurred", and wisps of mist appeared in the park, wrapping the whole park.I don't know if it's Xu Guangling's illusion, but he feels that the fog seems to be a little thinner than it was a few days ago or at the beginning?

But this feeling is very slight, Xu Guangling didn't pay attention to it, and at this moment, he is not allowed to pay attention to anything else.Thoughts fluctuate, and even when there are thoughts, the state must quit. This has been a situation he has experienced many times.

From body to heart, from inside to outside, the whole world is quiet.

Only wisps of mist rippling slightly between the sky and the earth, just like the water plants in the lake, seeming still and moving in the still flow.In Xu Guangling's perception, he himself is gradually turning into a lake.

Fog lingers around the lake.

Slowly, I don't know when, the mist turned into liquid droplets, and the liquid droplets turned into raindrops. A light rain just fell in this small world.

Little drops of rain, dripping on the surface of the still water lake, like musical notes, like sounds of nature, large and small ripples spread, and a quiet but beautiful scene spread out, as if spring came, and countless flowers and plants bloomed all over the mountains and plains.

Xu Guangling was immersed in the tranquility and beauty of this area.

Consciousness is faintly illuminated, if there is nothing, it seems that it can last forever like this.

But of course this was just "seemingly". After an unknown period of time, Xu Guangling woke up as if from a dream, the world shook slightly, and in just a split second, the previous state disappeared without a trace.His body and mind are still quiet, but the lake, mist, and light rain all pass away like the wind without leaving a trace.

The next morning, in his sleep, the scene of "clouds gather, spring thunder" was staged again, and the second node of the nine nodes was broken away again.

At noon, Xu Guangling received a logistics call again. The materials sent by Mr. Dasha Jia and the others have arrived.

There has already been a specific operation, and Xu Guangling is completely methodical this time. The venue, tools, and procedures are all the same as last time. Everything went according to the dream.

But this time, with the Shennong Jue in hand, he could already make his own decisions.

Before making vermicelli, the functions of these three materials, ginseng, potato flour, and wild yam, were reflected in Xu Guangling's mind in detail, and then from single material to mixing, because there is the final goal as a reference, so even if It's just the ratio of the three ingredients, which still gave Xu Guangling quite a lot of experience.

In fact, he is now a blank slate in this regard, and any experience is his experience.

And after several experiments, Xu Guangling was finally sure that this time, he could finally make "perfect" vermicelli, just like in his dream.

Of course, the specifics need to be verified by the results.

That night, Xu Guangling did not go to the park.

Then the next day, whether it was day or night, there was no scene of "spring thunder". Of course, the third node was also a floating cloud.Although it is still not 100% sure that it is the fog that affects all of this, but it is almost the same.

As long as you switch back and forth several times between going, not going, going, not going, the result is actually obvious.

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