God's Palette

More moved, once again lingering in Xia Xun's empty heart - of course, it was quickly erased... In this extremely hateful situation, Xia Xun only enjoyed the camera screen, like a dream phantom reality.

But if you raise your eyes a few centimeters upwards, pass the camera in this way, and look at the stage——

"..."

There was no one there.

No lights and instruments, no undead and chants.

Only the water stains after the rain, the garbage thrown by the audience, and the traces of being stepped on countless times, everything looks mottled under the gaze of the night.Therefore, Xia Xun had to bow his head again, at least on the screen, it was the most splendid stage in history so far.

The musician who weaves music and light, Gustav Sibelius himself, seems so insignificant compared to the radiance of brilliance.He is no longer that unique guy with a strong sun color hidden in his soul, but an inconspicuous, empty undead.

"The colors... all come out..." Xia Xun murmured in his heart.

Only when the bearer is most open-minded does the color flow out.For Gustav, the selfless performance is his most sincere moment.But those colors were not taken away by Xia Xun... On the contrary, like an old loyal dog waiting for his dying master, he stayed by his side and stayed... At least I want to use this silent way to dedicate to his song something.

Like a sunflower looking up at the rising sun, Xia Xun commented on everything presented on the screen in this way.

He—they are playing "Silent Love" together.

Gustav hoped that the audience would not love him, because he would leave soon, hoping to leave everyone's hearts... But there is no doubt that Gustav himself-loved the countless audiences.

Even if it turns into an undead, I hope the audience will not be sad.

There is no doubt that this will be the love that should never be known... silent love.

No matter how much he complained about the god of soap bubbles, at this moment, Xia Xun was glad that he could witness all of this.And, press the shutter, use this most splendid scene, together with the incredible touch in my heart, to leave it behind.Then, the sun-colored light embraced Xia Xun again, and she became one of Gustav's beloved listeners.

After that - no matter how long the song is, there will be a moment when the curtain ends.

……

"Don't kill me!" The stage that was getting dark was not so quiet anymore.A silent undead was gone, but a noisy soap bubble was added, "Regarding the household registration... we can talk slowly... You see, right? Great master?"

"At least for now, you don't have to talk about this."

Xia Xun crossed Erlang's legs, playing with the phone while chatting with the god of soap bubbles on his shoulders after a long absence.As bad as it was always, it was always nice to have someone to talk to right now.After all, no matter if you talk to Mianyu, Zhuanzhuan, Ye Qianluo...these topics can't be discussed.

"Well... then... can I praise you for doing a good job?"

"I didn't do anything." She temporarily stopped swiping her fingertips on the phone, full of a faint nostalgia, "You should still praise that... the musician who has left, only you, the only one in this world Only you can know the beauty of his music."

Xia Xun's rationality knew and recorded everything.

But it was limited to remembering what happened with Gustav, it was as simple as that.As for what his music was like and what kind of feelings it brought, Xia Xun had completely forgotten about it.Reason knows everything, but nothing remains in memory, which is a pain... but it's actually a very indifferent feeling.

But Xia Xun knew that, as a god, the God of Soap Bubbles should have a status unaffected by power and be able to enjoy the touch brought by the last song.

"Well, it's a good song."

"Damn...you are not affected by his last wish..."

"Because I'm not his audience—" Suddenly, the god of soap bubbles changed into a rare, gentle voice, "like you, and all the souls in the world, he is also my child. As Mom, you will never forget how wonderful your child is."

Xia Xun stared at it blankly, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

But the God of Soap Bubbles simply skipped that topic, and then asked: "Did Gustav give the song a name?"

"Have."

"what is it call?"

"Help me get this done first." Xia Xun shook the phone, and pointed the hole where the data cable is normally plugged in to the God of Soap Bubbles.

If he wanted to help Gustav fulfill his last wish, he had to either use Ye Qian's Luo family—or the secular power of Xia's family, or go beyond these and find his own big backer to solve the problem.Fortunately, the god of soap bubbles did not refuse this time.

Gustav really wants to release a single album, and Xia Xun is doing this, releasing the song that contains the last wish of "Please Forget Me"—and indeed has this kind of power, to people all over the world On all music sites, of course, that's where the bubble gods come in.

Afterwards, everyone who hears it will be moved—and then forgotten.

Xia Xun only wrote the things needed to write an album and a song.

Publisher: Underworld.

Arrangement, composition, singing: Gustav Sibelius.

Instrumental: Gustav Sibelius, God of Soap Bubbles Colors.

Music style: post-rock (Post-Rock).

Recording: Chrysanthemum brand mobile phone.

Cover photographer: Xia Xun.

She thought that everyone would forget anyway, so she was cheeky, and after adding the last piece of information that was generally unnecessary, she followed Gustav's last wish and filled in the names of the album and the song.

"do not forget me"

Chapter 156

Xia Xun could understand Gustav's choice of such a name for his last posthumous work, which contradicted his last wish.

For an artist who has nothing left but his soul, there is indeed nothing left but his work... But he must be proud and satisfied with this posthumous work beyond words—so, Beyond his last wish.

Of course, Xia Xun can understand this awkward state of mind.

So, she couldn't help but sighed.I just moved my fingers and released this album to every corner of the world for him, but no one can remember his proud legacy.