God's Palette

Post-rock music can bring some special feelings to the audience.

Compared with other music with skeletons, outlines, and flesh and blood, post-rock seems to have no body, only a group of souls called emotions, and use this to infect the hearts of the listeners.Listeners often can't recall the melody in the song, but their hearts will be easily filled with emotions.

Gustave's music is no exception, so he can accumulate fame and attract many loyal listeners.

The distortion sound effect of the electric guitar is just right, neither dry nor wet, and the reverb effect device full of fairy spirit makes these sounds more beautiful. Xia Xun listens very comfortably, especially when he is standing in the hometown of musicians, Looking at the same nature.

At this time-

A comment woke up Xia Xun who was quietly enjoying the music.

"I used to be his diehard, I had all his discs, bought all his accessories, and followed his world concerts... I even had a drink with him... Sorry, and flew over the same Gen Ye. Anyway, I really fucking like his songs."

A member of the audience gave such a long speech some years ago.

What attracted Xia Xun was the contradictory second half, which seemed to be hiding something.

"But since he died and I went to Finland to mourn... I don't feel anything about his work, I don't like him at all. That's not what I want to say. The point is... like me, I came from all over the world. None of the people who came to Finland to mourn him continued to love his music! I don't know what's going on..."

Xia Xun stared at the comment on the phone, as if he was also a little confused.

"Is it... confused?" She muttered to herself, guessing what this mighty power of God was.

"Do not."

An unexpected response sounded from his shoulder.

It appears that God does not intend to keep it secret.

Chapter 127: The Hook Without Bait

There is no touch on the shoulder, because the god who is in charge of this world is just a light soap bubble.

Its black and white swallowed Xia Xun's peripheral vision into a boring black and white void, but that was the proof of its existence.Since it came out so well this time...Xia Xun took off the earphones, paused Gustav's music with some nostalgia, and wanted to listen to what the God of Soap Bubble was going to reveal.

After taking off the earphones, the sounds of running water and forest are much clearer.

And its greetings.

"Master, why do you smell like alcohol, do you want to go to the lake to wash?"

"Speak the truth..."

"It's not what you guessed, confused... no." The God of Soap Bubbles gently floated away from Xia Xun's shoulder, "As far as I guess, it should be a color related to love."

Love?If you put this word in a normal way, it's nothing.

Can be placed now...

Although one is a world-class glass craftsman and the other is also a world-class musician, both sound full of artistic atmosphere, but they are actually two big men from Finland!Hairy, indifferent, smelly after drinking... If you want to add a meaning called "love" to this situation, it will be creepy.

The more he thought about it, Xia Xun touched his arm with goosebumps.

"No wonder we take a sauna together..."

"No wonder? Master, what are you thinking?"

"...Can you just say it straight?"

"Oh, I guess it's 'Silent Love'."

Love, moreover, is still silent!Xia Xun's face became more and more unhappy, and his eyes flicked to the craftsman's room from time to time.What is silence?Death is eternal silence, this is really a huge proposition...

The God of Soap Bubble ignored Xia Xun's weird expression, and just continued to explain.

"When I have this power, occasionally, I will use it to respond to certain expectations of the world, for example, to remove a love heart from people's feelings."

"……and many more?"

A clean break - all the distracting thoughts Xia Xun had just disappeared.

Co-authored, this silent love actually kills "love" itself?This is too much.

Thinking about the habits of the God of Soap Bubbles, Xia Xun speculated: "I understand, you must use this name...Silent love, you use this power to break up young couples for fun. Oh my god, you are a scourge How many people died?"

This is much scarier than two big Finnish men having sex.

Thinking about it carefully, a man has been pursuing a female classmate for ten years, and finally, when the other party is tired of playing with her, he is willing to let this man take over and live in peace and stability, and he really slowly develops love in his heart.But the God of Soap Bubbles used his divine power to get in the way, completely erasing the so-called love heart, and the female students got bored because of this, and began to think that it was still fun outside.

Or—on the day when the boy was one step away from pursuing the girl he wanted, and prepared a surprise to win the girl in one fell swoop, the God of Soap Bubbles wiped away the boy's heart of love, making him He has given up all his efforts...

In any case, this kind of power is thousands of times more terrifying than the narcissism that only harms kittens.

It is extremely dangerous to the whole world.

At least Xia Xun thinks so.

But the God of Soap Bubbles refused to admit it: "I have never done that kind of thing... After all, this is also interfering with the normal operation of the world. For me, it is not an easy thing."

"I don't believe it."

"That's whatever you want." The God of Soap Bubbles danced around Xia Xun, "Afterwards, this power may be obtained by you. According to the agreement, you have the right to use it."

Hearing this, Xia Xun was stunned. Such a hated power should be released to her?Can she still play with it?

However, rather than "how to play after you get it", you should consider "how to get it" now.Gradually waking up from her joking thoughts, she seriously pondered what Gustav, who possessed this power, did with it.

As a good friend, Bi Lu no longer has any feelings about Gustav's death; Gustav's listeners are also no longer obsessed with his music.After considering these situations, Xia Xun felt that there was only one possibility: the late Gustav Sibelius, whom he hoped the world would forget.