I Became an Anonymous Boss

There is a huge difference between ancient music and modern music.

When Xiuyu's fingers plucked the strings, the diffused sound was like fairy music.

Elegance and immortality are blended in the elegant sound, and there is a bit of sacredness hidden in the rapid and brisk music.

As soon as the vocal music started, countless people present were all silent.

No one had ever heard this piece of music before, they were surprised and subconsciously shut their mouths.

The noisy voices from the audience and the backstage were silenced.

Xiuyu's fingers fluttered, showing playing skills and techniques that surpassed the times.

The weak fingers plucked like silk, with great momentum, which lasted for more than ten seconds, and then there was a soft click.

Her fingers came to a standstill, and the music ended abruptly, abruptly.

The Phoenix Dance Garden fell into silence, and it was only after a while that someone suddenly recovered from the vocal music.

"This piece of music is so beautiful..."

"A piece of music I've never heard before, but this string tone..."

"It's amazing, it's amazing...but why don't you play it again?"

There were whispers in the crowd, and almost everyone turned their curious eyes to the musician again.

The battle song can be played intermittently, but it can play the elegant strings full of immortality.

Many people looked at each other in blank dismay, as if their curiosity was scratched by a cat.

Looking anxiously, wishing that a gust of wind could blow the curtain open, so that people could see who was inside the curtain.

Shang Yuwei also looked behind the curtain, there were only shadowy figures, she couldn't hold back the sound transmission, but no one answered.

In the music room at this time, Shirataki was also puzzled.

He asked, "Why aren't you playing?"

Xiuyu put down her hand, looked back, and shook her head slightly.

——The next one will not.

She was angry for a while, but she forgot that she couldn't follow up the music, so she could only play the beginning.

Bai Taki opened his mouth, but he really wanted to ask her directly why she knew this piece of music.

But he held back, Xiuyu obviously didn't know him, it was inappropriate to ask him directly, it would appear abrupt.

"This piece of music." Shirataki said, "It's very strange."

Xiuyu nodded—it was very strange.

"But you haven't learned yet."

——Because it's difficult, I haven't practiced for a long time.

Shirataki smiled, this piece of music is very difficult to learn.

His tone softened a lot.

The young man asked softly, "Who taught you?"

There was a rippling in Xiuyu's calm eyes, she looked at Bai Taki, and said a certain name in her eyes.

Shirataki can guess this name without looking into her eyes or reading her heart.

Xiuyu looked at the young man, and the eyes of the two met, maybe they thought of someone in a tacit understanding.

Time stood still for a moment.

"This is really a big joke." Shirataki smiled happily.

"..." Xiuyu's expression was very serious, she was not joking.

Shirataki straightened his back, restrained his lazy demeanor, maintained a casual smile, and asked softly, "Did that person... say anything when he taught you this piece of music?"

Xiuyu was still unable to speak, but she answered Bai Taki with her eyes.

--Had.

Bai Taki looked at her, no more noisy voices could be heard in his ears: "What did you say?"

Xiuyu opened her mouth, touched her throat, then shook her head lightly, just about to write something with her hands.

Bai Taki stretched out his hand, raised it and then put it down: "It doesn't really matter what you said, you don't need to tell me these words."

Xiuyu shook her head, she really wanted to say something.

Shirataki just smiled peacefully, put a finger on the front of his lips, and said to the girl, "Shh..."

He knew what Xiuyu wanted to say, and he also knew what that person said, just a few words, a few words of concern, and a few words of greeting.

……How are you?

...where are you now?

... Would you still like to come see me?

But he didn't want to answer these questions, and he didn't know how to answer them.

He wanted to be quieter, to make his heart quieter, not to beat so unbelievably more violently.

Xiuyu lowered her eyes, she could see the young man showing a complicated and bitter smile, he held his trembling fingers, then slowly lowered his right hand, pressing down on his knee.

After a brief moment of thoughts flying, he put all these thoughts behind him, and his eyes returned to calm.

He said calmly, "Stop talking about that."

Xiuyu pursed her lips, the conversation was over before it even started, and the words she wanted to convey hadn't been uttered yet.

Shirataki asked again: "You know me, right?"

Xiuyu nodded—Yes.

Shirataki smiled and said, "But I don't know you yet."

Xiuyu lowered her head—I'm sorry.

"I don't blame you, it's not a bad thing, I'm actually very happy." Shirataki reached out and stroked the girl's hair lightly: "I'm very happy to see you, really happy."

Xiuyu's eyes were a little turbulent—then why...

She didn't dare to ask, and she didn't dare to look into the other person's eyes.

So there was an extraordinarily long silence at this moment.

Shirataki suddenly smiled: "It's a pity that I only played half of this piece of music."

Xiuyu also lowered her eyes, she knew it was a pity that no one could play such a piece of music.

And those who taught her were unwilling to play this piece of music before outsiders.

A song that sounds divine and heavenly, but no one knows it.

But she can't do the rest of it anymore.

At this time, Shirataki approached, and his beautiful heterochromatic pupils stared at the girl's pupils.

"Do you want to learn?" he asked.

Xiuyu's expression froze for a moment, she showed a look of astonishment and disbelief, then she nodded seriously, staring at the young man in front of her, the girl's expression was unprecedentedly serious and serious.

"Then you have to look after it."

Shirataki walked up to the zither.

Then, he tore down the curtain with one hand.

The bamboo curtain falls, and the moonlight shines on the courtyard.

In the noisy Fengwu Court, the guests all looked at that figure, either curiously or mockingly or jokingly or disgustingly. These gazes were like knives, just standing in the eyes of everyone's scrutiny made people feel extremely uncomfortable, as if I am like a monkey in a cage.

But Shirataki didn't take it seriously, these gazes had nothing to do with him.

He once faced thousands of troops, overlooked the dragon breaking through the city gate, and confronted the fierce wolf king, no matter which one he faced, he was far better than he is now.

The scrutiny of this group of people is far inferior to a few falling autumn leaves and the gloomy moonlight.

Of course, these are what he needs, he needs audiences and listeners, and he also needs a stage.

How can there be an empty seat for this song that sounds divine and heavenly?

Shirataki stood quietly on the stage. He raised his head and looked at the moon. His energy and energy rose little by little. There was a long-lost trembling feeling on his back. A kind of wild uninhibited in the flesh and blood.

Gaixia walls stand thousands of feet high, and the dead march.

The sky is covered with black clouds and the moon is covered, and the sky and the earth cry together.

On the cliff of the ancient city, there is a guzheng, dressed in white, and a divine and heavenly sound.

He regained the mood he had when he played this music on the cliffs of the ancient city, as if the audience in the audience had become the appearance of the corpses of the ancients, and the hatred for the living was buried deep in the decayed body. The spurning of life, the longing for eternal sleep.

...It turns out that I am still that young man in my bones, and I am still thinking about the past.

The young master looked sideways and said softly: "Xiuyu, listen carefully."

His fingertips rested on the guzheng: "This song is really... the sound of the gods!"

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ps1: The third update is over. I don't like to write the update number on the title, but it doesn't mean that the update will be slow. I don't know if you are dissatisfied with seven or eight thousand words.

ps2: The original song of Shentianxiang actually exists. The full name is Fuxi Shentianxiang. It comes from the soundtrack of the Pili puppet show. Origins belong entirely to the book world.

Chapter 140 The Four Gods and Heavens!

It's like he's changed.

Maybe it really has changed.

The core has switched from a lazy and realistic white prostitute to a once invincible and rebellious son.

They seem to be different, but they are completely the same. They are both Shirataki, but with different sides.

As long as he exists here, no one can ignore his existence. The sense of existence is so strong, like a ferocious beast to a flock of sheep.