Music Engine Singing Su the World [System]

Mengnie thought about seeing the Yaoyaoling again many times, and finally, as expected, it was brought over by its creator, Garnier.

Mengnie sat on the chair, looked at the trembling young man kneeling in front of him, and said, "Garnier...no, maybe I should call you God?"

"No no." Garnier begged tearfully: "Please don't do this, forgive my world, forgive my compatriots, this has nothing to do with them."

In less than a week, the world's population has been cut in half.

This speed made Garnier dumbfounded. He carefully observed everything that happened when Yao Yaoling bound Lan Huai, and suddenly became clear.

Sometimes a single thought of a person can really change a lot of things. When they choose to look at the future against the sky, they have already decided to suffer retribution.

It's as if Meng Nie saw his own future, but lost Lan Huai.

Meng Nie captured the Yaoyaoling. It was obvious that the human fear should be taken away by Garnier. He looked at the Yaoyaoling and said, "I want to see him."

"Sorry, the most I can recall is what happened before he was obliterated."

"I want to see."

……

He destroyed the demon spirit in front of Garnier, and it turned into a ball of data and disappeared into the air. Then he looked at Garnier who was kneeling on the ground, and suddenly sighed.

He recalled the moment when Lan Huai refused to complete the task, and felt another sharp pain in his heart. The angina almost affected his normal life. He closed his eyes and walked out again.

This world has become a mess, even without him, it will be completely destroyed.

He thought it was time for him to do something.

Turn back time, go back in time.

No one can forcefully break the rules, least of all time.Because time is the fairest, it will not allow two identical people to appear in any time.

The reversal of time that Meng Nie mentioned refers to going back to a certain night 30 years ago, but if you want to go back, you can only go back in memory, not with your body.

He thought for a long time, and finally decided to take the risk.

*Traveling back by force is very likely to be swept away by the time vortex on the way, or to be directly torn apart-and he dared to make this decision because he clearly saw himself and Lan Huai the night he went back to see his parents.

So is it possible to prove that...he succeeded?

It rained heavily the night he came, and he knew it was because of his coming.

His black clothes were soaked by the rain, and he was weak.

He fell down in the rain, looked up at the black clouds, the clothes on his body were wet, and he was covered with wounds.

The young man has been in this village for a long time, he is a mute, he doesn't know where he came from or why he came here, but he knows that he likes the Fairy River in the village, it makes him feel calm, and he can taste Make a very pleasant melody.

He seems to be born for music, he thinks so.

It was another fine day, and he was sitting in front of the Fairy River and writing lyrics...Of course, he can't sing, but he has a small box, that box is fine, as long as the melody is programmed into it, it will sing Singing, the voice is very sweet.

It was a work he had been working on for a long time. For some reason, he made it that way.

God...it was the best sound he had ever heard.

The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and in a blink of an eye, the clear sky turned black. He stood up in a hurry, and quickly walked towards his cabin. Before he could reach the door, the torrential rain fell, accompanied by There was a sound, as if something else had fallen to the ground.

The loud bang made him close the door and window tightly.

He wiped the rain from his face.

In fact, he likes rainy days very much, because rainy days make people peaceful. He sat down at the table and concentrated on writing his words.

legend

there is a river

Fairy Luo

heaven irrigated by

swim in the fields

……

He heard from people in the village that someone tried to find the source of this magical river, but after walking for several years, no one found its source, so many people said that it came from the sky.

Many people in this village know that when they are bored again, just sit by the river and listen to the ding ding dong dong to cheer them up.

May life be like this blue river forever

And then the cold night descends

Can't form a sad ice porch

……

This river is like spring all the year round, no matter how cold it is, it has never frozen, just like his sustenance for life.

He hopes that everyone will not experience pain and despair and be more optimistic.Nothing is impossible, all we can do is to use everything God has given to try to make things better.

sweet as nectar

Cleanse the ups and downs of life

The river water replaces me and the singing is clear

The drizzle depicts the notes falling lightly

Soft wind is the best melody

replace me

spread the song

make a legend

song in my heart

He read the words over and over again, and finally revised them to the most satisfactory one.

No one can move this river out, but he can write down the words, make it into a song, and sing it to everyone... Oh no, let his baby sing it to everyone.

He turned on the computer, listened to the sound from the old stereo, then hugged the guitar and started to test the sound.Unknowingly, time moved toward midnight.

He raised his hand to turn off the light, lifted the plastic sheet on the window and looked outside, where the rain was still pouring and never stopped.

Meng Nie used his strength to adjust his breath, vomited a few mouthfuls of blood on the way, and barely stood up. He staggered to the door, listened to the voice from inside, and slowly closed his eyes.

This young man... he's tuning in.

But now the torrential rain is still falling, and the thunder is still striking, he thinks he has to make a choice, just like what he calculated when he came to the wooden house.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The young man put down his guitar, stood up, and he opened the door.

The eyes of the two met, and Meng Nie read surprise from his eyes, just like what he thought of in his vague memory at that time.

"Hello, I'm staying overnight." He heard himself say this.

The other party took a step back and watched him walk in. He knew that he must be thinking at this moment, he must have seen a ghost... because how could there be someone so similar to him in this world? !

The sky thundered, Mengnie sat down on the bed, he watched the other party pour himself a glass of water, the two of them sat on the chair and the bed, looking at each other.

Meng Nie looked up at him and said, "I lost a very important existence."

The other party blinked.

Meng Nie found that his previous self was like Lan Huai, a little naive.

He curled the corner of his mouth, and became happy because of it: "Would you like to hear me tell a story?"

The other party raised his eyebrows, took a cup of tea, crossed his legs, put on a very comfortable posture, and looked at him quietly and seriously.

Maybe he was just thinking, ah, this is really a strange person, who came to my house in the middle of the night, and then wanted to tell me a story... Isn't he going to tell his own story?

Meng Nie exhaled, he laughed again, tears fell suddenly, he shook his head, said: "Sorry, I'm so excited... so happy, I can sit here with you, no, yes Before my own, we chatted like old friends."

He frowned and looked at him.

"I'm from the future." He looked at him in surprise.

"I know how you got here, but it doesn't matter, I will help you avenge."

He tapped his finger on the rim of his glass impatiently, probably thinking he was talking nonsense, or urging him to tell a story.

"Okay." Meng Nie took a sip of the tea and said, "In your life, there won't be too many good things, all of which come from... tonight."

"Listen to me, you can treat him as a story, anyway, you will live for a long time, so long that you will forget this story."

"I'll kill you." He saw his body froze for a moment, and then he frowned.

Meng Nie smiled and said: "Did you hear that? The thunder outside, I brought it, between the two of us, only one can live in this time...Of course, this is just a reason, I will not allow you Have him with me. In short, either I kill you, or you kill me, or the thunder will never stop, it will split your cabin, and the rainstorm will flood the whole village... Then, kill me , or hack you to death, and I will choose between us before then."

He took another sip of his tea, obviously making him cranky.

"You will make the same decision as me in the future, and you will understand that there are some things in this world that cannot be easily let go, because your life will be worse than death... What's more frightening is that after losing him, you will find that everything in this world Everything in your life becomes strange, all your living cells seem to go with him, and then you will be lonely, lonely...always lonely...will not grow old, will not die, there is only loneliness in life, and loneliness pain."

A thunderstorm exploded again, piercing through the night sky, water entered the hut, and the torrential rain came.

"When I kill you, the trajectory of your life will change. You will start to have a long, long dream full of pain and despair. You will collapse and want to wake up, but you will never wake up. You just You will remember that you have to live. Until a long, long time later...you forget all of this, and living becomes your obsession, and you will succeed. Then, you will get a treasure, which is completed by you with all your heart and soul. Yes, the best gift you can give yourself in this world."

He started to write, Mengnie watched quietly, he propped up a protective shield, so that the sky thunder would not harm their wooden house at least temporarily, even if it made his blood surge.

He wrote: "Do you think the treasure after the pain is worth it?"

Mengnie looked at the piece of paper, and he raised his lips: "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't come here."

"It's like going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire. Even so, are you still willing?"

"If I know he's coming to me, even if I don't know when he's coming, I'm willing to give it a shot."

"What if we can't wait?"

"If you can't do it, then maybe after you die, the future me...everything I have will disappear, like a flash in the pan."

"You're really into the show."

"I'm glad you're playing with me."

They looked at each other, and the mute also laughed, and he handed the words he wrote to Meng Nie: "What do you think?"

"Very good." Meng Nie said, then he stood up and threw the paper on the table, crossed out the word 'fairy' in the lyrics, changed it to Lan Huai, and handed the lyrics to the mute again: "His name is Lan Huai. Huai."

He looked at him incredulously, then stood up and continued: "You're being rude."

"Really? I have done too many impolite things, and I will do even more impolite things later."

They looked at each other again, Meng Nie said: "I will kill you, really."

"Are you really me?"

"Yes, maybe you won't believe it, but when you get to where I am now, you will believe it." He said, "I will let you... be our parents and take care of them for a long time. At the end, so you can leave with peace of mind."

"It's crazy."

"Think of it as a trip."

I have experienced endless bad things, just to touch that touch of goodness... How can I be willing to let him go away.

If killing myself can hold him in the palm of your hand again, then, I am willing.

A thunderous thunder pierced the sky, and the outside was completely bright. At the same time, the protective cover suddenly burst.

Meng Nie stretched out his hand and said, "Only by killing you can I get the most beautiful gift."

The brewing thunder rolled in the dark clouds, but it quickly dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The torrential rain stopped, and the stars in the night sky seemed to have been washed by water, shining brightly.

Meng Nie picked up the mute and buried him by the Fairy River. He wrote a stone tablet and said gently, "Thank you."

Be grateful to yourself as Christians are grateful to God.

I am my god.