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

After Chen Yici separated from his brother, he went back to the house and lay down on the bed. After thinking about it, he got up and dragged out the book he bought earlier from the cardboard box.

A large box of professional books, which he bought at the time and turned through a few pages, has not been touched, and it has fallen to ashes now.

He patted the ash on it, revealing the large characters "Introduction to Simplified Notation".

Just as he turned over two pages and was about to start reading, a systematic voice came from his mind:

"It is expected to wear the book in half an hour, please get ready."

After hearing the sound, Chen Yici put the music score under the pillow and lay down on the bed.

After a while, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the destination was a world of ice and snow.

In the main hall, only the old man was playing games with himself, and when he saw Chen Yici, he nodded slightly.

There is a black and white chess game, and there is a pot of hot tea next to it, but there are two cups.

The old man nodded slightly towards a cup, and saw a gust of breeze blowing, and the cup slowly moved to Chen Yici.

Chen Yici: ...

He thanked him, picked up the teacup and held it in his hand, staring at the white chess pieces:

"How long have you been here?"

The old man stroked his beard:

"As long as Zuo Zhu has been here, I will be as long as I am, probably tens of thousands of years."

The old man is the one who has been with Zuo Zhu for the longest time. He has witnessed everything from birth to the establishment of this world.

Chen Yici caressed the pattern on the rim of the cup, and said slowly:

"After the world froze last time, Zuo Zhu asked me to cut his blood and irrigate it into the cloud patterns, and the world regained its vitality."

The old man stopped playing chess, and after two seconds of silence, he put the chess pieces on the board.

Chen Yici stared at the old man's eyes, and the tea in his hand was blown away by the wind, revealing the surface of the tea:

"Has this world always been supplied with the blood of gods?"

On the left arm, there are scars all over the wound.

He has not been in the world for a short time. There are times when there are violent storms in the world, but there is only one time when the time is frozen.

If it was just time freezing that required blood to thaw, there wouldn't be so many wounds.

The only possible explanation is that when the god was in a serious mood, he also bled.

In other words, behind the cessation of the violent storm he saw, in fact, Zuo Zhu used his own blood to control it most of the time.

The old man took a sip of tea and blew away the leaves:

"For tens of thousands of years, you are the only person I have seen who is not controlled by the emotions of the gods."

Holding the tea in his hand, he narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself:

"When he was a child, he was dying from lightning strikes every day, and then came back to life. At that time, he was weak and pitiful, and he had no power to resist. There was no one around him."

"Growing up so alone, until now, he is getting stronger and stronger, the destruction and establishment of the world are within his thought, but there is still no one around him."

"Until you show up."

Chen Yici blinked, it was difficult to guess Zuo Zhu's mood at that time, he calmed down and asked the second question:

"Won't it damage my body if I keep traveling through time?"

The old man nodded.

Chen Yici's tone was firm: "So, Zuo Zhu dripped blood into my body as if maintaining the stability of the world."

The old man and the system had always given him the wrong feeling before, and both of them seemed to be hiding the same thing from him.

It wasn't until yesterday, after he heard what his brother said, that he realized the reason why the old man kept asking him if he was in good health.

In an instant, it seemed that the two veins of Ren and Du had been opened.

The old man nodded: "The blood of the gods can bring blessings to people."

Chen Yici murmured:

"More than that, there must be a god's talent in the blood."

No wonder he sings and dances a lot more smoothly than before.

It's not his own reason, but the gods have been secretly passing on their talents to him.

The old man nodded acquiescingly, seeing Chen Yici's downcast expression, thought he was guilty, and comforted him:

"You don't need to think too much, Zuo Zhu gets a big bowl every time he bleeds, and the most he will give you is a few drops each time, and it won't have much impact on him."

Chen Yici looked at the tea, his eyes fell on the scattered tea leaves.

The old man swung his sleeves, got up and moved his body, ready to leave.

Before leaving, he left the same warning as Chen Zhizhi:

"If you can, stay away from the gods. Although you are immune to the emotions of the gods, you are still too fragile, and it is too dangerous for you to get close to the gods."

Chen Yici slowly put down the tea, lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, took the sunspots on the scattered chessboard, and played them slowly one by one.

After the tea cooled down, Chen Yici dropped the last piece, looked at the crooked characters on the chessboard, and then got up and left.

Early the next morning, he rubbed his eyes and woke up in the room.

As usual, after planting the fields with a hoe, feeding the chickens and ducks in the chicken coop and duck coop at home, and making breakfast for everyone, I opened my mouth by the river with a copy of "Introduction to Voice Practice".

He just let out a melodious "ah".

Uncle Liu, who was passing by carrying a pole, smiled and passed by him:

"What are you howling, isn't it not working?"

Chen Yici smiled: "Master, I'm not chasing ducks, I'm practicing my voice."

Uncle Liu said oh.

Before, Chen Yici sang for him to drive away the ducks, but after the singing returned to normal, the singing lost its deterrent effect on the ducks.

He thought Chen Yici was trying to drive away ducks with singing again.

Uncle Liu looked suspiciously at the book in Chen Yici's hand, but said:

"Okay, you practice."

Chen Yici used to take out the numbered notation.

Passing by the entrance of the village this morning, some elders and aunts looked at Chen Yici like a fool, and some persuaded them kindly, "Singing is not suitable for you" and "Go back to farming".

Chen Yici didn't care.

Chen Yici found out the numbered notation of a song. After reading it for a long time, he still felt that he couldn't sing well with his own ability, so he prepared to go back and ask his mother for advice.

His mother has been getting into the usual leisure activities in the village lately.

After lunch, he found his mother in front of a wooden table at the entrance of the village.

Fucking out big and small monkeys:

"Wang fried."

Lan Xiaoling happily played the last card, shuffling the cards just as she saw Chen Yici behind her:

"What's the matter, Cici?"

Chen Yici showed the numbered notation and said sincerely:

"Mom, teach me how to sing."

Lan Xiaoling's shuffled cards fell to the ground: ...

Laymen may not know it, but Lan Xiaoling understands that the song "Little Star" in front of the fans that day could never be sung by Chen Yici.

No one but Zuo Zhu.

His mother didn't tell the truth, looked at the two numbered musical notations, and glanced at her son:

"What do you want to sing?"

Chen Yici pointed to the two scores:

"This one is Little Star's score, and this one seems to be more difficult."

The other one is in a dream, the first time he saw Zuo Zhu, the melody in Zuo Zhu's mouth.

He had an intuition that this song was difficult to sing, and then begged Zuo Zhu to write down the numbered notation, and after finishing it, he was pressed under his pillow all the time.

Lan Xiaoling looked at that picture for a while: "Indeed."

She took out the numbered musical notation of Little Xing Xing again, and after reading it, she would ask:

"You wrote this?"

At dinner that day, she heard fans say that this song was composed by Chen Yici, and she felt confused.

But Chen Yici said that he was just running off tune.

She couldn't run without this effect.

Chen Yici stared at the numbered notation for a long time:

"No."

At first, he thought it was the result of his random out-of-tune, but only after he knew the truth did he realize how wrong he was.

It's an orchestrated coincidence.

Lan Xiaoling is also a smart person, so she understands everything.

She was silent for a moment, sighed, hesitated for a while before asking:

"Son, tell mom honestly, what's going on with you and the gods."

It is impossible for a mother not to worry about her son.

Zuo Zhu was cold by nature, but Chen Yici was a slightly exceptional existence.

At first, she thought it was because of her son's special physique, but now that she knew what Zuo Zhu had done for Chen Yici, she realized that things were not as simple as she thought.

Chen Yici coughed: "Mom, how much should you win playing cards today?"

His mother smiled instantly:

"More than 20."

Chen Yici clapped his hands and sincerely praised:

"Mom, you are amazing!"

Lan Xiaoling nodded happily and shook her head before she realized: "No, tell me, what's the matter?"

Chen Yici tugged at the fucking skirt again: "This skirt is also pretty, the color is so fresh, mom, when did you buy it?"

He raised his head again, and continued to boast sincerely: "Mom, you sing like the sound of nature, teach me."

Lan Xiaoling: ...

Lan Xiaoling was helplessly defeated by her son's unintentional but pleasant-sounding praise:

"Okay, okay, teach you, teach you, I will teach you, first tell me why you suddenly want to sing?"

Since the ceiling collapsed after he sang last time, the family seldom mentioned singing in front of him for fear of hurting Ci Ci's heart.

And Chen Yici didn't mention singing much later, and he never opened his voice in front of them.

Why did you suddenly start singing?

Chen Yici blinked: "I just... suddenly want to sing."

In this way, Chen Yici continued to practice the song for several weeks, and under the guidance of Lan Xiaoling, he made considerable progress.

When night fell, he put up his phone and clicked on Weibo.

Three days ago, he said on Weibo that he would broadcast live today.

After posting, there were exclamation marks in the comment area.

"What, what did I hear?"

"Damn it, this is too fan-favorite. The other day, a sister casually said 'I'm going live in public' in the comment section, and it really started?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomy

Chen Yici smiled.

On the one hand, it is indeed to meet the requirements of fans.

On the other hand, one thing he wants to do is to show the results of these weeks.

He wants to sing for fans.

After the pointer pointed to eight o'clock, he turned on the live broadcast screen.

It was a bit dim due to the lighting in the room.

Chen Yici lowered his head, outlining the dark jaw line, which was a little more confusing.

"It's the first time I've seen a man broadcasting a live broadcast under the light of this kind of death light."

"This is the first time I saw a man whose appearance was not affected at all under the light of death."

"What is www husband streaming live today?"

"What is my wife streaming today?"

Chen Yici smiled, and said to the camera:

"I want to sing today."

The barrage is full of "!!!" "???" "Really?"

"Is it Little Star?"

Chen Yici nodded: "Yes, there is another song."

"Ah!! Is it a new single? Looking forward to it, rub your hands."

Chen Yici shook his head: "No, it's someone else's song."

He cleared his throat.

I have been practicing for the past few weeks. Although I have made great progress, my current level still cannot compare with the time I sang on stage and in front of fans.

But he still has to sing.

Chen Yici cleared his throat and said:

"I have been practicing for the past few days, but it may not have such a good effect."

The bullet screen said one after another:

"It's okay, it's okay, as long as you sing well."

"+1, that's good to hear."

Chen Yici smiled, strummed the strings of the guitar unfamiliarly, and chatted with the barrage by himself.

"It was actually an accident that I went to a variety show. After I sang a song on stage, I didn't expect it to become popular, but I was worried that I couldn't sing well, so I never sang it again."

The bullet screen said one after another:

"www is very good, don't think so."

"Give Cici and be careful, you have to believe in yourself."

He paused, smiled and twiddled the strings:

"okay."

The person who secretly helped him not only gave him this song and gave him courage, but also forced him to move forward.

His voice and his singing were lent to him by Zuo Zhu.

He cannot let Zuo Zhu down, even though he is not perfect.

Chen Yici hugged the guitar he had learned for a few days, as if to cheer himself up:

"Although I can't sing well, I will try my best."

With the sound of unfamiliar chords, the barrage gradually quieted down.

A melodious chord sounded, and a hoarse voice spread out in the small room with a somewhat deep voice.

There was only a beam of light shining on Chen Yici's head, like the timid child standing on the stage at that time.

Apart from a few simple guitar chords, there is no other accompaniment.

The voice is also a little bit strenuous when singing high notes, and it is also a little stiff when changing the tone.

It sounded far less perfect than the first time and when Zuo Zhu sang for him in front of fans.

But it was a song sung by his own strength and voice.

He lowered his head, and as the last note fell, he relaxed the chords, not daring to look up at the barrage.

There are a few places where he sings the climax, and there is a high note that almost breaks the note.

He has seen all the support from fans on the Internet before.

What are "the strongest original", "the best creator" and "little star yyds".

There are also many fans who have sung his songs. He has listened to them. Some have a bright tone, some have a deep and melodious tone, some have been adapted more cheerfully, and some have been adapted more quietly.

But without exception, they all sound better than his current one.

The moment he finished playing, he felt a little guilty, and it took him a long time to raise his head and look at the barrage.

The moment he raised his eyes, the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

"I cried www, not as amazing as expected, but very warm."

"Pucici even sang a few tunes, so cute."

"The sound is very special, very pleasant to hear."

"I heard you cry +1, don't think too much about Cici, it's really nice."

"Every singing is a different interpretation, and I think this interpretation is very successful."

"+1, it doesn't matter even if you are out of tune, if you practice again, Ci Ci is not a professional singer."

"I mainly want to hear my brother sing."

"I'm different, I want to see my husband (cover face"

"Superficial! I'm the only one who wants to see my wife."

Chen Yici's hands that were tightly twisting the strings relaxed a little.

After a while, he solemnly thanked the full screen:

"thank you all."

"Cicishuo has another song, Squat Squat!"

"Squat, squat, squat."

"Squat squat squat squat."

"Squat, squat, squat, squat."

Chen Yici straightened the score: "Yes, the next song, the first time I heard it was in a dream."

"!! What a romantic beginning."

"That must sound good."

"Cici singing is better."

Chen Yici lowered his eyes, and there was a little more tenderness in his eyes:

"I don't sing as well as he does."

It should be said that no one can sing as well as him.

In a distant country, such voices and tunes, voices that can only exist in dreams, have come to my home at this moment.

He couldn't describe it, like a fairy tale character in a dream suddenly descended, and he was afraid that it was just a dream.

He withdraws his mind.

This song is performed by a hoarse voice, which is quiet and dreamy, with a little gritty feeling.

The melodious guitar sound is accompanied by a low voice, and the song without lyrics is full of emotions, like crying.

After Chen Yici sang softly, the barrage was silent for two seconds before someone started posting barrage.

"Strong sense of story."

"Thinking, I want to listen to Cici and fill in the lyrics for this song."

After catching this barrage, Chen Yici's eyes moved.

He smiled: "This is the end of today's live broadcast, everyone rest early."

After speaking, he turned off the live broadcast regardless of everyone's wailing.

After the live broadcast, he put down the piano, packed up the score and went outside.

After going to the kitchen to wash some strawberries, he carried them to the eaves, and as expected saw Zuo Bi sitting on it.

Chen Yici put the strawberry in front of him:

"Eat."

Zuo Zhu always eats very little, and only eats a little bit every meal.

But Chen Yici still insisted on frying a lot of dishes. When cooking, he always thought of cucumber Zuo Zhu likes to eat cold salad, and green vegetables like fried garlic, so there was a big table without knowing it.

As a result, there was a large table left every time he ate, Chen Yici couldn't bear to see the food wasted, so he took it and fed it to his brother.

As a result, Chen Zhizhi has recently seen more flesh on his face.

Zuo Zhu ate a strawberry, tasted it and put it down.

Chen Yici was chewing strawberries, and Zuo Zhu asked him:

"How did you learn the song?"

In the past few days, Chen Yici practiced with the music sheet whenever he had nothing to do, looked at the sheet music while cooking, and howled a few words when feeding chickens and ducks.

Chen Yici nodded, and mumbled with a strawberry in his mouth:

"I sang live to my fans."

Turning his head to the left, it seems that he did not expect:

"Isn't it that you don't plan to sing? Why do you suddenly want to sing?"

Chen Yici paused for a moment, and swallowed his thoughts along with the strawberries in one gulp:

"I just think that you can also try singing."

Fortunately, Zuo Zhu didn't ask.

Chen Yici looked up at the starry sky:

"But it worked better than I thought."

"Singing better than before?"

Chen Yici shook his head:

"No, it's because the fans' feedback is better than I expected."

He leaned back, supported himself with ease, and squinted his eyes to see the stars in the sky.

After singing, his whole body relaxed.

"I began to worry that I could not sing well enough, or that I would not perform well when I was nervous, but I was wrong."

Zuo Zhu seriously looked into his eyes.

"The fans said it sounded good. Don't worry. I started to feel unconfident. I thought it was their tolerance for me. In fact, I was wrong. This is not tolerance, but love from the bottom of my heart."

After he broadcasted, the fans in the comment area were very enthusiastic, and the fan group he joined was also in full swing. The discussion was more about the interesting stories Chen Yici told everyone in this chat. Not many people cared about whether Chen Yici's songs are good or not .

Chen Yici felt that he was too nervous.

He picked up a mouthful of strawberry and put it in his mouth, chewing for a long time, as if he couldn't chew it, he swallowed it with difficulty after a long time:

"Didn't you say before that if you don't know someone well enough, you can't call it liking?"

That can only be called expectation, expecting him to be what you imagined.

These are Zuo Zhu's original words.

Zuo Zhu's eyes fell on the fields in the distance, silent.

Chen Yici took a deep breath, nervous like a primary school student about to give a speech, and continued without waiting for Zuo Zhu's answer:

"That's right, I think so, not necessarily."

"Of course they expect you to be what they want you to be, but if there is a gap between you and their imagination, that's okay."

He turns to the left:

"It's like, your people don't understand you, they regard you as the supreme belief."

"But if one day, I mean if, one day you no longer have talents and abilities, and lose the ability to control the world, you will still be a god."

He scratched his head, troubled by his poor language skills for the first time:

"That is, I want to say that your emotions make you far away from them, and you become an unaccompanied and unapproachable god."

"For tens of thousands of years, day and night have changed, and you have always been alone, but don't feel lonely, because—"

He took a deep breath, picked up twelve times the courage when singing, and spoke slowly:

"Because there are still many people who like you."

The author has something to say: including me.

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Tomorrow is Tanabata, sprinkle a big candy~

Didn't update yesterday, but added it today, two updates in one.

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感谢在2021-08-1123:27:08~2021-08-1321:14:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 32 bottles of Nanxun; 10 bottles of Yun Xici; it’s full, I always forget to look at 1 bottle for fattening;

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