God's Palette

"Can you give me a little more time? In a few weeks, the bustle of this city will end..."

"Do you want to erase as many people's love for you as possible?"

"Well... One more person forgets me, and there will be less sadness."

"You'll go easier too?"

"As long as there are people who remember me, it will never be easy... But I wanted to leave with a relaxed body, but here you are."

Xia Xun did not deny that although he did not want to save the dying souls like in ghost movies as he thought, but just like the legend mentioned before, pressing the shutter would end Gustav's existence meaning.Of course, it's very difficult. If you want to take away the color that is still looming, the model has to be willing...

Encountered in this situation, he probably wouldn't smile sincerely to the camera.

This is a problem.

And all problems exist to be solved.

So, they found a way to get the best of both worlds when the tourists came back and forth at night, and the faint music of the distant castle drifted until the rain stopped.Or, better than the best of both worlds—or worse, no one can tell.

It doesn't matter, anyway, they don't intend to discuss it clearly.

They just walked through the quiet summer night, chatting about the things they had become attached to art in their lifetime and previous life: such as which photos of Xia Xun, how much they sold to which band and musician for the CD cover; and Gus Taft complained that how many musicians are ugly by bad photographers, and it is difficult to find reliable photographers...

Gustav forgot that he was an undead, and that what the girl said did not match her appearance, but he did not forget what he was going to do.Thus, their topic ended after arriving at their destination.

Ten minutes ago, there was still heat on the stage.

The remnants of the rainwater made it not very pleasant here, there was no eager atmosphere, and the cold atmosphere seemed to devour people's bones.Xia Xun and the camera in his hand were the only audience. As for the stage, it was even more shabby. The performers didn't even bring a musical instrument.

To make matters worse, the performer planned to release a new album under such circumstances.But what is more terrifying than this is yet to come - the recording equipment is actually Xia Xun's mobile phone...

However, there is also one thing that can be called beautiful.

Xia Xun is going to present the cover for his new album.

"I intend to dedicate this album to all the people who have loved me in the world." On the stage, Gustav, as if wearing a tuxedo, saluted Xia Xun in an elegant way—or the empty auditorium , "Although now I...have nothing."

"Actually, there aren't that many people who love you. Most people just think the song is nice, and they don't even know who you are."

"that would be great."

"……Too."

Xia Xun gave up on being polite, to retain and persuade him for the last time, and instead picked up professionalism and politeness as a listener, intending to dedicate everything he can to his last—and the latest song.

As for the reward for all this... already overflowing and shining.

The phone turned on the recording function, and was gently touched by Gustav's foot to convey everything about him today.

Under the stage, Xia Xun's tripod was supported on the brought chair, parallel to him.Under such circumstances, Xia Xun has no other ideas and inspirations to squander. What he should do is not to create art, but to faithfully record based on reality, which is closer to the essence of photography.

The photographer has no complaints.

Anyway, even though the way of photography is simple and ordinary, the reality that needs to be recorded by oneself is already absurd enough.

It was a silent... or rather, it was strange enough without any sound.

In the four years after his death, Gustav accumulated more inspiration than the entire ocean of the earth, but in the end, he didn't want to trouble Xia Xun, so he only planned to create the only one.He wanted to use all kinds of musical instruments, but the only thing he can use after death is his throat.

and also……

He didn't know what to call that power.

Xia Xun almost forgot how to breathe, because she thought it was a funny scene, a scene of bitterness with the undead.But when he came back to his senses, for the first time, he pressed the shutter in accordance with his heart.His hands, which were supposed to hold the air, suddenly had a radiance as warm as the sun rushing in, outlining the outline of an electric guitar...

No one will believe that this photo has not been edited...

His fingers played the most proficient B7 chord as hundreds of thousands of times in his life, but the tone did not vibrate, only the usual silence was flying in the air... A beat later, Xia Xun suddenly felt extremely happy, This is the feeling you should have when you hear the most beautiful music... right?But then, there was an empty sense of loss in her heart.

It's not that there is no tone... She immediately understood.

It is the color of God, faithfully executing the wish of the holder, erasing everything.

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It's like the sun is playing - Xia Xun has this feeling, and it must be the ray of sunrise that he finally saw after a long and cold polar night.You came late and came shyly, but hugged you gently with your own warmth.

Gustav is conveying such music...

Not only a guitar, the color of the sun rushing out of his soul, but also a small band on the empty stage.

The black and white keys outlined by the colors of God are accompanying in the air; the thick bass strings that are not plucked are low-key and silent in the corner, providing support for the dancing of the music; The snare drum, and sometimes the gentle bass drum... and the guitar in Gustav's hands.

Gustav closed his eyelids, just weaving his own inspiration in his soul, composing notes at will.

He couldn't see the lights, but they were shining.

Therefore, Xia Xun recorded everything with great concentration.

These strange musical instruments are sounding, and the music they gather is grains of visible light, like angels sprinkled golden sand from the sky, and then rolled into tulle by the west wind, dancing softly.This was an incomparable curtain call. Xia Xun didn't know how long it would last, but the longer the better.

That way, more, more shutters can be pressed.

But what is painful is that, as an audience, I was so moved that I forgot what I heard, only filled with regret and sense of loss... Then, like a girl's kiss, those notes formed by the rays of light , and gently hugged Xia Xun, caring - erasing the touch left by the music.

She was able to calmly press the shutter once.

But then, a brand new piece of music rushed again, stopping Xia Xun's fingers.