Hunting College

The celebration of the magicians is not more exciting than the celebration of Bai Ding's world.

It’s just that they can always toss out a lot of new things-such as the Torino fairy dancing in a hula, the siren banshee floating in the air and singing; there are also snowflakes flying in the sky, tinkering on the ground, and screaming. Together with the petal rain, they play a beautiful movement.

But in Zheng Qing's eyes, these are meaningless.

The funny dances of the fairies cannot conceal their rude and rude manners, and the strong fragrance of the siren cannot conceal the looming sea, even the magical snowflakes floating above your head, if you catch it with your hand, you will be caught in the palm of your hand. The heat smoked into a pool of cold water, disappearing cleanly along the fingers.

There are also those old-fashioned rules, old-fashioned rhetoric, and complicated rules.

They are the only secret recipes to wear off the spirit of young wizards.

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

It's been almost a month since he enrolled in school. He and a few principals were even fateful, even the deans of the college who often appeared in newspaper headlines. He also heard of them and didn't know anyone.

These bigwigs are said to show up at the opening ceremony.

There is less than half an hour before the celebration begins.

Senior students from the four colleges, researchers from several research institutes, teaching assistants, lecturers, professors, and old school workers who trembled when they walked began to enter the venue in order.

According to the old rules, everyone has their place.

The professors stood in the protruding terrace on the highest level of the side of the auditorium. They were dressed in black robes, gathered in twos and threes, talking and laughing lightly, with a relaxed expression.

The position of the teaching assistants and lecturers is a little lower half a floor, together with the researchers, standing in the semi-enclosed corridor under the terrace.

The students are arranged from top to bottom according to grade.

The senior students stand in the corridor on the fourth floor, the senior students stand in the corridor on the third floor, and so on, the freshmen of the 2008 class can only stand honestly in the circular corridor on the first floor.

Compared with the faculty, 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 actions, lest they be caught by the picket team and deduct credits.

The picket team is composed of the student union secretary and some school workers. They quietly patrol between the corridors on each floor, holding the hard board in their arms, ready to take the messing up boys out and tidy up.

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

The little fox hiding in his arms also turned his ears, his eyes widened and his big fluffy tail stopped swinging.

"Voice?" Fatty Xin scratched his furry head, squeezed his eyes hard, his expression was very confused: "Except for the sound of birds and dogs...I didn't hear any other sounds...and the little pig Hum."

Several other people also showed bewildered eyes.

"It seems to be a strange sound..." Li Meng frowned, and tried to **** up his ears, his small face flushed: "It sounds familiar..."

"What sound did you hear?" Xiao Xiaoruo felt a little bit, and quickly opened his notebook and asked eagerly.

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

Just like the ebb and flow and the rain, you can find many onomatopoeias and adjectives to describe these scenes, but the language is too poor and pale, and there is no way to accurately describe the meaning.

"Really should learn more magic text," Zheng Qing muttered, the facial features on his face wrinkled: "I found that the description and description of the magic text are more precise and easier... vaguely speaking, a bit It's like getting up in the morning when birds chirping; it's also like the sound of rain falling on leaves during the rainy season."

"You are not a voice at all...How could this be the same?" Fatty Xin looked suspicious.

"It's just like the sound of the sun rising and setting, and the sound of stars crying." Li Meng pointed his fingers, and said the metaphor of irrelevance.

"There is still a sound when the sun rises?" Zhang Jixin finally couldn't help it, vomiting: "There are still stars crying. Are you sure you were scared and crying by ghosts in the blanket?"

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

Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing.

He found that the little witch now likes to kick people more and more, and he doesn't know who he learned from.

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

Squad leader Jiang is holding his arms, frowning slightly, tapping his fingers lightly, his expression is very focused, and people can't help but look twice at a glance.

"Quiet." Xiao Xiao put up a brush, stopped the dispute between several companions, and also called back the distracted public student.

Zheng Qing turned his head and was surprised to find that light white mist began to float over the hall at some point.

The sirens and fairies who originally danced and sang in the middle of the hall have disappeared at this moment.

Even the Dou Daguang group hovering in mid-air was extinguished again and again.

Only the darkness above the head.

Like a deep universe, quiet and timeless.

A little bean-sized flame flickered in the darkness.

Zheng Qing's eyes widened.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The sound of drums seemed to rang from the bottom of his heart, and the big flames trembled with the drumbeat.

Just a few clicks completely grabbed Zheng Qing's attention.

A short and intense movement, clearly marking the beginning of the break.

Those thin mists, accompanied by bright drums, exciting rhythms, fast coiling, vibration, and diffusion, transformed into mysterious and strange patterns one after another.

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

The lonely universe is dark, without a trace of life.

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

One circle, year after year, year after year.

There is no beginning and no end.

Suddenly a flash of lightning broke through the heavy fog, and life burst out of this infinite silence.

The music in the ear was interrupted in an instant, and it seemed to be abandoned by shock!

Then hesitantly, with a cautious sound of the flute, poked his head;

Intermittently, the trumpet, flute, double bass, and bass drum spit out the sound of their own exploration.

His vision expanded infinitely, and Zheng Qing's perception seemed to rush into the smallest cell in an instant.

In my ears, a ding ding dong dong piano, accompanied by heavy chords, and a long horn, fully demonstrated the feeling of time passing by.

Cells split rapidly, single cells, multiple cells, plants, animals, swimming in the sea, and crawling to the ground. The biological evolutionary history that only exists in the imagination is like a fast-forward silent movie, which is quickly revealed in front of Zheng Qing.

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

His eyesight suddenly pulled away, and a creepy sense of threat shattered the ease and peace just now.

The huge meteorite with burning flame rubbed Zheng Qing's nose and hit the blue planet that had just given birth to life. The rising smoke, the violently shaking plates, the frantically fleeing creatures.

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

Following this, short and intense string sounds, vigorously and decisively percussion~www.readwn.com~ One heavy is stronger than the other, one wave is higher than the other, the momentum is violent, unstoppable!

Zheng Qing knew that this was life venting his anger.

It wasn't until the blue planet slowly returned to calm that the music gradually sank.

The music at this moment is not as rich and complex as before, but clearly shows two or three themes,

The double bass and cello are helpless, and the reverberation continues to circulate; the violin and trumpet are eager to try, constantly impacting; the piano, bass drum, and other instruments that Zheng Qing can’t hear are intertwined, the range is expanding, the modulation is more and more unpredictable, and the rhythm is It has become more complex and changeable.

Animals running on the ground, fish jumping in the sea, birds flying in the sky, insects crawling in the rustle of the treetops, mosquitoes and flies buzzing in the meadow, the struggling faces of countless creatures appeared in front of them in an instant.

Then it stopped abruptly.

Everything in front of him disappeared suddenly, returning to the magnificent auditorium.

Zheng Qing blinked his eyes vigorously, allowing his brain to slowly adapt to the sudden relaxation of the rhythm. Then he looked blankly into the air, why was it suddenly gone? What about humans? What about the creature behind? What do those three themes represent?

The auditorium was silent, and it seemed that the intense music just now was his hallucination.

After a while, the hum sounded loudly, spreading rapidly from the first floor to the top floor.

The hustle and bustle of regrets and enthusiasm filled it.

"Finally feel it," Xiao Xiao put on his glasses again, and there was a hint of enthusiasm in his eyes: "The sound of life! The baptism of the soul! A feast for the first college freshman!"

"The legendary, through the impact of music and pictures, to purify your soul, let you fully feel the greatness and extraordinary of this world, and let you directly face the mysterious and unpredictable origin of the world."

"Incomparable..." Zheng Qing recalled the music just now in fascination, aftertaste and admiration.