The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

Chen Yici stood on the stage and looked at the crowded audience.

A simple gathering, to hear him sing, so many famous people came.

What's more terrible is that there is no ordinary person in these audiences.

People in this world, regardless of their identity or not, are at least well-known leading figures in the history of art.

When he just went out to buy water and breathe, the old man in a white-washed old shirt at the canteen at the door insisted on dragging him to eat melon seeds, so he insisted on telling him a paragraph of storytelling.

After hearing this, Chen Yici asked the old man what his name was, and after the old man gave his name, Chen Yici remained silent.

Facing the old gentleman in the storytelling circle who passed away for many years in reality, he finally silently swallowed the phrase "I often listen to your storytelling on TV when you were alive", thanked him and left with his arms in his arms.

The background music sounded, and he withdrew his thoughts.

The vast and melodious matouqin sounded slowly, and the ancient accompaniment sounds like being in the endless grassland, as if it really is like the lyrics, seeing mountains and rivers connected.

The old artists in the audience held their thermos cups and stared at this talented junior with kindness and benevolence.

Several representatives of popular music specially occupied a good position and sat in the front row.

Legend has it that the young man's singing voice "lingered in my ears for three days."

They came here especially to listen to his transparent and clear voice like a towering snow mountain.

Chen Yici clenched the microphone in his hand, and raised his downcast eyes.

Under the warm light, the boy's cold white skin softened a bit, like a lost doll.

As the accompaniment progressed, we reached the place where the first sentence entered the song.

He picked up the microphone, opened his mouth and sang affectionately——

"Who brought the ancient call."

"Who left behind a thousand years of hope."

As soon as the sound came out, everyone in the audience looked puzzled and terrified, and looked at each other to find the source of this strange sound.

Chen Yici clenched the microphone tightly, closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and increased the volume, spreading like a wolf howling:

"Oh, I see! Mountains, mountains—"

"Mountains and rivers are connected."

At this moment, everyone's unbelievable gazes all returned to the stage.

At the same time, there was an indistinct rustling sound from the beams of the stage, as if sand and soil were about to crumble.

Chen Yici closed his eyes and didn't notice the movement in the audience.

Gradually reaching the climax, he took a deep breath, pronounced the words majestically, showed the vigor and rhythm of farming, and roared hoarsely——

"Alasso."

"That is--!"

"Qingzang Gaoaoaoaoaoaoyuan!!"

……

After a climax is sung.

The old artists leaned on crutches and made tea with their own goji berries, as if they were singing bombs on the stage, tremblingly holding on to the handrails, and fled with brute force.

The pop music tycoons who had previously occupied the front row carried their musical instruments and ran out over the railings with agility like refugees fleeing for refuge. At the same time, they did not forget to cover their injured ears.

In less than two seconds, the scene that had been bustling with bigwigs dispersed and became empty.

The moment Chen Yici's singing stopped, there was only a bang.

The ceiling skin on the originally solid ceiling was crumbling, and suddenly fell down and fell to the floor.

Chen Yici: ...

The stunned brother & mother & grandpa: ...

He put down the microphone, and embarrassedly picked up the piece of ceiling tile:

"I'm sorry, I will pay for it."

……

In the room.

The three people surrounded Chen Yici worriedly, unable to accept his huge change.

However, after worrying, there was no better way, and they all comforted Chen Yici and told him not to be sad.

Chen Yici himself, who felt that he performed well in singing this time: "..."

Lan Xiaoling was heartbroken, thinking that her son must have been invaded by evil spirits.

Chen Yici bit the bullet and said, "...it should be."

Lan Xiaoling rubbed her son's head:

"It's okay, son, take a good rest, don't think so much, get a good sleep first."

After everyone left, Chen Yici was lying on the bed, and when he was about to fall asleep in a daze, he felt something patting his face.

The windows that had been tightly closed were shaken at this moment, the wind was howling outside the window, and the yellow gravel was flying around, turning the outside of the house into a desert.

Awakened by the swaying wind and sand, Chen Yici simply got up and saw everyone sitting around the living room.

Chen Yici turned on the light and saw that everyone had different faces, either sad or restless.

boom -

A louder thunder than before sounded outside the window, and it started to rain heavily.

It was as if a big rock had been pressed in everyone's hearts, and the stone became heavier and heavier with the thunder.

Grandpa is holding the thermos cup, frowning and drinking water more frequently.

Mother had tissue paper by her hand, and took out a large box in just a few minutes, sweat dripping from her head.

Even Chen Zhizhi, who was hanging around during the day, frowned and knocked on the armrest of the sofa, and looked out of the window from time to time, feeling more and more anxious.

Everyone talking and laughing at Yanyan during the day coincidentally had depressed and heavy expressions, and a heavy rain and sandstorm seemed to wash away all the good mood strangely.

Chen Yici thought that the bad mood was simply caused by the rain, so he added a glass of water for grandpa and a box of tissues for his mother, and comforted everyone:

"It won't be raining for long. It will probably stop after I wake up. It's fine."

Lan Xiaoling took out a tissue and said wearily:

"I hope God's mood will improve soon."

Chen Yici was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Chen Zhizhi lazily raised his eyes to look at him:

"Have you forgotten who controls the weather?"

A guess emerged in Chen Yici's mind:

"God?"

The rumbling sound outside the window increased in vain, Chen Zhi hit the handrail more quickly, and corrected:

"The mood of the gods."

This country was created by the gods, and at the same time, the mood of the gods can directly affect all kinds of things in this country.

Like the weather.

When the gods are in a cloudy, indifferent, paranoid mood, the sky becomes dark.

All kinds of thunder, sandstorm, hail, icing...

Especially this year, the good weather is getting less and less, and the natural conditions are getting worse.

In addition to the weather, emotions can affect emotions.

Everyone's emotions will be uncontrollable and suppressed, and the sense of fear will permeate all parts of the body. The great oppression almost makes people on the verge of suffocation.

For the past few days, everyone has slept less than two or three hours a night, tossing and turning, and having trouble falling asleep.

After Chen Yici comforted everyone to lie down, he leaned against the door to watch the storm.

There is a large back garden outside the house.

It is summer, the season of blooming flowers.

During the day, the garden he saw was colorful and beautiful.

Daisy roses, creepers all over the wall, bee birds...

Lively and beautiful.

But now the dying flowers were beaten by the rain to the last breath, and the heavy rain washed the green wall, leaving only a mottled wall, and the chirping calls disappeared.

There is only a sense of decadence left by the wind and rain.

Chen Yici turned his eyes to the corner of the garden.

It was a blind spot where the wind and rain could not blow, a petite rose tremblingly was blown obliquely by the light rain, and its branches were about to be crushed.

Holding an umbrella, he stepped forward and gently put his coat on the roses.

Chen Yici turned his eyes to the distance, and after thinking for a moment, he turned his head and walked out of the garden, walking towards the bright spot that his mother said.

His mother said that was the residence of the gods, and specially warned him to stay as far away as possible.

It had been raining for a long time and the road was muddy and slippery.

Fortunately, the fields where Chen Yici usually planted rice seedlings were much more slippery than this, and he had good physical strength, so he walked effortlessly in Jiefang shoes.

The bright light at the top was farther away than he had imagined. After walking for about two or three hours, he finally reached the light.

The situation inside the temple is more serious than outside.

Misty white mist mixed with yellow sand enveloped the hall.

There is no light all over the ground as he imagined, nor the crowd of thousands of people he imagined.

The god sat alone in his own world, quietly.

His bad mood spread to every corner of the country, and it was so serious that no one could approach him, and he might be overwhelmed by endless fear in the slightest.

The attendants around him only dared to stay by his side when he was in a calm mood and the weather was sunny and sunny.

No one has ever been able to approach the hall during the storm.

Chen Yici's footsteps caught his attention.

He lowered his head slowly, looking at Chen Yici indifferently.

Thunder rumbled in the hall.

Chen Yici stood in the center of the ground covered by thousands of miles of wind and sand.

Surrounding him was a world of ice and snow, with no grass growing, like a desert where a strong wind passed through.

What he didn't notice was that at the foot where he was standing, a small green shoot sprouted from the side of his tattered shoe, and then more and more green shoots slowly spread and grew on the ground where he stood. It formed a small oasis in a circle of ice and snow.

Chen Yici was out of breath, threw the umbrella aside, walked a few steps to the center of the hall, straightened up and summoned up courage to face the god:

"Well, god, hello..."

He greeted awkwardly, and continued nervously:

"I heard that it was raining and thundering because you were in a bad mood."

Chen Yici prepared a lot of words on the way here, and brewed them in his heart for several hours, but when he actually faced him, he was still a little at a loss.

The god lowered his gray eyes, as if his attention was distracted a little by his words, his eyes moved away from the oasis at Chen Yici's feet, and looked at Chen Yici's face.

However, after watching for a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows to look at Chen Yici's feet.

The oasis was like a sprawling water pool, gradually spreading out with Chen Yici as the center, and small flowers of various colors in pink, white and yellow grew.

In the ice and snow, only Chen Yici's feet are full of flowers and greenery.

Seeing that the god didn't want to talk to him, Chen Yici bit the bullet and continued:

"I have a way."

"Why don't I sing for you? Others will laugh when they hear me sing. My singing should make people feel better."

The god looked up at him.

Chen Yici didn't wait for him to answer, and sang the song on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau that broke to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in the morning on his own.

Singing with joy spread in the hall.

A long silence followed.

A century has passed.

The wind is still raging around, nothing has changed.

Chen Yici was a little depressed, listless like a puppy with drooping ears.

At this time, an ice-like voice slowly came from above him:

"You don't belong here."

Chen Yici was startled, as if his heart was being clenched tightly, he raised his eyes to look at the god, feeling a little flustered.

The eyes of the gods are calm and unwavering, as if adjudicating fate, and as if calmly stating the facts:

"Your vocal cords were burned by fire."

"There is never a possibility of repair."

Chen Yici froze, subconsciously curling his fingers inward.

He grew up in an orphanage, and the orphanage suffered a fire.

He was left forgotten in the corner and was the last to be pulled out after all the children had been saved.

There was no medical condition in the hospital, and because it was discovered too late, the fire caused irreversible damage to his vocal cords.

This secret, along with the strange noise he made when he sang, has been with him since he was three years old.

It's just that everyone knows that his voice is ugly, but no one knows the secret.

Until now.

The man in front of him easily told his background and experience.

Chen Yici looked at the gods, feeling a little dazed.

The god looked at Chen Yici, his eyes were like icicles, he bent down slightly, and the question was more like examining, and seemed really puzzled:

"Isn't singing a painful thing for you?"

"Why do you still sing to me?"

Chen Yici lowered his head slightly, only then did he notice some cute little flowers growing around his feet, and the flowers bloomed brilliantly.

He didn't know how to answer for a moment, he hadn't studied for a few years, and his vocabulary was poor, so he said after a while:

"When you are in a good mood, the mountains are covered with flowers and plants, the sky is cloudless, and the air is sweet with birdsong and raindrops."

In such a beautiful world, Chen Yici felt that even if it was a little painful, it didn't matter at all.

The god raised his eyes, and a flash of emotion was too fast to catch.

As if remembering something, Chen Yici raised his head, and added sincerely and urgently, like a puppy comforting:

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you're in a bad mood."

He circled around himself, pointed to a small oasis under his feet, and said happily:

"look--"

"Even if everything withers and loses life."

"The flowers beside me will always bloom for you."

The words fall.

There was an eternity of silence in the hall.

After a long time, the god finally raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

A beam of penetrating light, like an inconspicuous glimmer of light piercing the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the original yellow sand in the distance broke and dispersed at this moment.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-1718:11:36~2021-07-1812:30:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Super Love Danmeiwen;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!