Returning to the top of the men's team draft

Guessing Han Yuxin's possible reaction after knowing his plan, Mu Xun blinked, then took a sip of the cold water beside him, letting the coolness flow down his throat to his internal organs.

Calm down.

Mu Xun sent a message to Han Yuxin: 【Remember to eat. 】

If you have hypoglycemia because you didn't eat, and after you know what happened to you, something happens to your blood, then you will be guilty.

Han Yuxin: [I will, thank you. 】

Han Yuxin: [You too.take care. 】

After finishing the chat, Mu Xun put down the phone, moved the cup to the side, and set his eyes on the software again.

What he's going to do next is kind of crazy.

It's the kind of willful to the extreme, hopeless.If I met someone like myself, I would be so angry that I wanted to punch someone.

But sometimes, people are always tolerant towards themselves.

Mu Xun understood rationally, and he couldn't help feeling a trace of anticipation in his heart, and even began to be eager to try.

He opened the folder of finished albums and clicked on the first file.

This song has been modified countless times. As long as Mu Xun sees any small note, the whole melody will automatically appear in his mind.

Combining new things with the public's psychological predictions just stepped on the acceptable edge.

The music appreciation of this song feels like analyzing diamonds from a chemical point of view.

Balanced, stable and rigid.

It's just perfect.

But what Mu Xun has to do now is to destroy it.

Don't worry about popular acceptance now, or whether the album will sell or not.The only thing he has to do now is to put aside those concerns and integrate Angel's music elements into this song purely from an artistic point of view.

Not only that, but also the pursuit of integrity, coherence, artistry.

very difficult

Also very challenging.

Mu Xun added in his heart.

He looked at the connected notes one by one, watched them being broken, transformed, and pieced together in his hands

Splice failed.

It doesn't matter, change the angle.

Fail, try again.

It's like playing a decryption game. You need to find clues, use them in series, and then peel off the cocoons to gradually break through the layers of mystery and find the only truth.

The process is fascinating.

I don't know how many times, Mu Xun successfully transformed this song.

Without any rest, Mu Xun directly started the second song.

The broken note sounded, spread throughout the room, and then was gradually transformed into something new.

Adrenaline rushed to the brain quickly, making people extremely excited, and Mu Xun seemed to feel that the nerve cells were operating rapidly.Like a machine running at high speed, it constantly generates wear and heat.And the result of this kind of overload operation is that the edge line of machine destruction and collapse is constantly tested.

stop.

Reason is stopping Mu Xun, telling him to stop immediately.

But the thought didn't listen, clamoring to continue quickly.

In a trance, Mu Xun seems to have returned to the time when he first created this album.Because I can't grasp the measurement, I can only constantly press myself and engage in internal friction.

The sense of limit that the strings are stretched to the extreme, crumbling and about to break, makes people's blood boil.

He revels in this frantic game of tearing and assembling, delights in what he creates, delights in the grotesque.

The second song is finished, and the third song is started

The third song is finished, and the fourth song is started

Mu Xun felt that with the help of these notes, he gradually dived and dived, and in the depths of that mysterious and dark heart, he saw the tightly hidden, more real and more primitive self.

Rebellious, reckless, rebellious, crazy and paranoid, and even wants to subvert the whole world.

At this moment, Mu Xun suddenly understood.

It turned out that I didn't want to compromise at all, and I didn't want to integrate those so-called popular elements into my music for the sake of the market and the acceptance of the public.

It turned out that what I wanted to do was music that was completely pure, unadulterated with any interests, like a utopian fantasy.

But it's too weird, too avant-garde, too fragile, and it's too early.

Therefore, this impulse was severely suppressed by reason, and no chance was given to escape.

Reason tells Mu Xun that everything should not be rushed, but should be done step by step.

So after he finished the creation, he forced himself to revise it and get rid of outdated things in it.

Externally, he had to grasp the market he was not familiar with, while internally, he had to suppress his reluctance and sensibility. This sense of contradiction made people irritated, so Mu Xun finally found a foreign aid——Han Yuxin.Let the other person help you.

The result is gratifying,

It can even predict the explosion in the future.

But Mu Xun himself didn't feel anything.

Because this kind of music is not what he really wants.

But reason stopped him.Patience, detours, step by step, every nerve cell is circulating these words.Keep him going in this right direction.

Just when Mu Xun convinced himself so, and was about to accept it.

Something happened to Angor.

In order to arouse Angel's desire to survive, new music was integrated into the album, and those popular factors were removed.

What a reasonable, what a high-sounding reason.

And I can use this excuse to create what I really want.

At this moment, Mu Xun suddenly discovered that he did not simply want to help Angel, but had a more greedy selfishness.

In the fierce collision between reason and sensibility, for a moment, he seemed to see the darkness scattered in the shadows.

Complex, powerful, endless.

original,

Is this me?

The sky was bright, the pendulum in the city center swayed slowly, and the quaint bell sounded from above to around the city.

The bell came to Mu Xun's residence, passed through the window, passed to his ears, and was processed by the brain.

One sound, another sound.

The night dissipated, and the light reappeared.

Rational return.

Mu Xun tilted his head and looked out the window, only to see that the sky had turned pale.

He didn't sleep all night.

Aware of this fact, tiredness came slowly.

Mu Xun wanted to check the time, picked up the phone next to him, and pressed the lock screen button, but there was no response.The phone was turned off because it ran out of battery, and I didn't even notice it.

Mu Xun counted back the broken hair on his forehead with one hand, looking at the music in front of him, it was the result of his one night.

After charging the phone, Mu Xun went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face with both hands, hoping to wake himself up in this way.

But that's not enough.

Thinking of the madness last night, the ferocious darkness that seemed to rush out, Mu Xun quickly turned on the faucet to fill the entire pool with cold water.

Then, he propped his hands beside the table, closed his eyes, lowered his head severely, and immersed his whole face in the cold water, allowing them to invade his senses.

enough.Mu Xun thought in his heart.

Enough is enough.

The breath overflows from the nasal cavity, forms bubbles in the pool, rises to the top, and then pops open.

The oxygen was gradually exhausted, and finally, Mu Xun raised his head and put his face out of the pool.

The water droplets slipped from the eyebrows, all the way down, to the eye sockets, nose, lips, to the chin, and finally fell to the ground, disappearing on the wet ground.

Wiping off the water from his face with both hands, Mu Xun looked at himself in the mirror, haggard because of his pale face all night.

He looked at himself, as if seeing the dark side of that heart.

Everyone has a dark side in their hearts, and Mu Xun is no exception.

It has been just around the corner, trying to find a gap to get out.And every time I create at the limit, this thing will seize the opportunity to make trouble, just like the demon in the novel of cultivating immortals.

Mu Xun picked up the towel next to him and wiped off the water stains on the mirror, as if to clean up those damned negative emotions.

And when the entire mirror was wiped clean, Mu Xun had already calmed down and returned to his usual appearance.

Morning run is over, breakfast is finished.

Seeing that it was about the same time, Mu Xun bought some things and took them to the hospital.

"Mu Xun, good morning." Angel had woken up a long time ago. He was lying on the hospital bed at this time, and he raised his hand to wave to Mu Xun.

"You seem to be recovering pretty well." Mu Xun said.

"Of course. In fact, it was only for a while. If it's okay to survive, it's almost okay. I want to get out of the hospital as soon as possible, and then go to smoke a cigarette. It's too painful to stay here."

Speaking of smoking, Angel's entire face darkened, looking very upset. "Now only music can relieve my anxiety."

"I modified a few songs, come and listen to them?" Mu Xun put the things he bought on the table and asked.

"Of course, I'd be happy." Angel smiled cheerfully. He liked listening to Mu Xun's music very much, it made him feel young and full of vitality.

"I hope you can stabilize your emotions." Mu Xun said.

"Of course, I still have this bit of control." Angel waved his hand, indicating that it was a small problem.

Mu Xun clicked the play button to let the music begin.

When Angel heard the prelude, the relaxed smile in his eyes disappeared, and the wrinkles on his face gradually changed into seriousness.

He was too familiar with this thing at the beginning.He has been dealing with it for most of his life, and even established a musical base.

Immediately afterwards, Angel heard that this song was Mu Xun's album.

Mu Xun integrated music elements into it.

The meaning behind this...

Angel felt that Mu Xun was crazy.But he didn't stop, but continued to listen to those melodies, serious and focused.

For musicians, especially for Ingres, they are undoubtedly perfect, holy and lovely.Even if he wasn't in the hospital now, he would want to stand up and dance a dance to express his inner love.

But for others, this praise probably doesn't apply.

At the end of the last song, Angel broke away from the enjoyment and returned to his sanity.

Realizing the reality, he moved his mouth, but said nothing.

Angel wanted to stop Mu Xun, but he couldn't say it because the music was so beautiful.Letting them be destroyed by himself was cruel to him, even more cruel than losing his life.

There was silence in the ward, deathly silence.

In the end, it was Mu Xun who broke the silence.

"I believe you can also hear it. I changed the style of the album to incorporate the elements of your research." Mu Xun lowered his eyelids and said calmly.

"You once said that you want to see your music become a trend and stir up the whole world. If you can't do it, let me do it."

This is really too tempting, an offer that no one can refuse.directly hit his own weakness.

Hearing this, Angel felt complicated, as if the ball of string was messed up.After a long while, he sighed and smiled wryly: "Why do you do this? I even let you graduate."

Obviously there is a smooth and smooth road, but I choose to find a rough path to walk.Are you making yourself uncomfortable?

"Do you know how long I've been thinking about letting you go? You bastard, you ran back again?"

"You brat, you brat who doesn't know what to do!"

"How long do you have to keep me waiting?!"

"The doctor said that if I want to live longer, I have to work and rest healthily. Is this forcing me to quit smoking and drinking? You brat with ulterior motives! You're done! I'm going to fight you!"

Mu Xun heard Angor swearing angrily there, and understood that the other party had compromised.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled slightly: "If you want to see it, live it well. Angel."

Although Mu Xun doesn't know what his real thoughts are now, there is one thing he can be sure of.

I sincerely and sincerely hope that you can survive and successfully see the day when your dreams come true.

Dear Mr. Angell.

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