Double O swap life!

This piece of music was composed by Chen Ci and Chen Nian after they returned to the White Tower after their first exchange.

Gui Zhiqi was its first listener.

Since that day, Chen Ci has never been played again, and he doesn't really want to play this song that means freedom in the White Tower.

He sat alone on the old bench in the information storage area, looking at the distant ocean through the thick glass curtain wall. Dust and dirt blurred his vision, but what he saw was still blue.

Behind him is the bustling street, strange people walking in a hurry or chatting and laughing idlely, passing by his world.

The chords in the bass are solemn, like a sacred aria in a choir, while the melody in the high register is ethereal, spiraling upwards, light, but not floating in the air like rootless.

Fu Tianhe was fascinated.

Regardless of the melody in the ear or the young man in front of him, they all interpret the beauty of the world.

He thought of his never-ending journey since he could remember. The people who accompanied him left without saying goodbye, and took some tears away. He walked alone, drifting on the boundless sea, crossing the ocean, looking for a new world and the possibility of life. .

Maybe people are born alone.

The presentation ends with the final chord.

The lingering sound faded away, and it took Fu Tianhe a few seconds to recover. He clapped his hands and sighed sincerely: "Great, what's the name of this song?"

"I don't know." Chen Ci answered honestly. He only composed the music and didn't name it yet. "I wrote it myself."

"You wrote it yourself?!" Fu Tianhe was even more surprised, at what level can he compose music?And it's so beautifully written!

"Why not give it a name?"

"I don't know what to call it."

Fu Tianhe thought for a while, he himself is a bad name picker, and he felt that such a beautiful song must not have a too common name, and he couldn't think of anything good for a while.

Fu Tianhe frowned at the thought, with a look of bitterness and hatred.

The statement turned its attention to the darkness ahead again.

The untitled song is what he saw and felt during the short five days of the first swap.

And now, he spent nearly two weeks free in the dungeon, from the information processing area to the abandoned suburb in the side room to the production workshop.

He saw the wreckage of jellyfish on the second floor of a dilapidated high-rise building, sat on the low wall and watched the moonlight collapse in the mirage, and hid in the rain poncho on the back seat of the motorcycle, feeling the warmth in the heavy rain.

Because of Fu Tianhe's volunteering, he has a companion by his side, so he is no longer alone, looking into the distance.

Chen Ci put his hands on the keys again, thought for a moment, and pressed the first note.

The brand-new melody flowed out at a gentle pace, unlike the previous composition, which always stopped intermittently at the climax to record the score. This time Chen Ci had no paper and pen at hand, and he never turned on the virtual screen of the bracelet.

The music continued, from the soft prelude to the tense, but somewhat restrained middle, which made Fu Tianhe naturally recall the blood boiling when the two fought with giant squid in the dark night and attacked the Lal camp .

No matter how thrilling things he is doing, Jiuyue is always calm and self-reliant. He can accurately shoot squids in the eyes in the dark, and cook a bowl of hot rice by himself in front of all the scavengers.

The melody lasted several minutes, and the speech was completed in one go from the beginning to the end, without a moment's pause.

Even if he asked him to play it again, he couldn't reproduce it as it was.

Because I just want to record my current mood, time keeps moving forward, and my mood changes every moment.

Fortunately, Fu Tianhe came to his senses after listening to the beginning, quickly turned on the recording function of the terminal, and recorded most of the tunes.

This is the first time he has heard Jiuyue play the piano, so he has to record it well and keep it as a treasure.

The melody finally returned to tranquility, lingering softly around the ears, like the bright moonlight, shining coolly on the performer.

However, as a party involved, it is impossible for Chen Ci to see what he looks like at this moment.

What can be recorded by him are only other people around him.

In this concert, his only audience.

Letting go of the pedal, Chen Ci raised his head again and looked at Fu Tianhe.

"What else would you like to hear?" he asked.

Fu Tianhe can count the number of songs on two hands, and they are all very famous classics. He thought for a while, and suddenly said: "By the way, do you know this one? I heard it a few times a long time ago, but Can't remember what it's called."

Fu Tianhe hummed the tune lightly, Chen Ci only listened to two bars, then put his hands on the keys and started playing.

The sound of the piano fit perfectly with the tune Fu Tianhe hummed.

Fu Tianhe excitedly said: "Yes, this is it, what's its name?"

Statement: "Adelina by the water."

"The lonely king of Seberis in Greek mythology, Pygmalion carved the girl in his heart, looked at her obsessively every day, and finally fell in love with the sculpture inevitably, his piety moved the god of love, Afu Rodite gave life to the statue, and the king and the maiden lived happily ever after."

Chen Ci paused, and then said: "There is another version of the story. The protagonist is not a king, but a sculptor. After being abandoned by his mother, he vowed not to sculpt women for the rest of his life. However, one day, he couldn't hold back. Hold on to the longing in my heart, and carve a girl."

These were all told to him by the teacher in class, and understanding the background story is conducive to feeling the emotions in the tune.

Fu Tianhe was startled, and couldn't help asking: "Why did his mother abandon him?"

Chen Ci really didn't think about this question, he shook his head and said, "I don't know, it wasn't mentioned in the story."

Fu Tianhe groaned, and didn't ask any more questions, but couldn't help thinking about the meaning behind the story.

But soon, he concentrated, because Chen Ci pressed the keys again.

This is a performance in the true sense, and it is also the first time that Chen Ci played the piano for people other than the teacher.

The speech was played from the beginning, and the arpeggio of the prelude reminded people of the sparkling light on the water, which was bright and romantic, but also seemed to carry unspeakable sadness.

The sound quality of this piano is really not good. Even if Chen Ci tried his best to replace all the out-of-tones with other keys, there are still slight deviations, and the resonance is still very weak.

But for Fu Tianhe, this is enough.

As if being pulled back to his childhood, he sat on the piano bench and listened to his mother playing beside him. Fu Tianhe's feet were hanging in the air, not enough to step on the ground, and he couldn't sit still and looked around.

For a child with a lively nature, it is indeed a kind of torture to push him on the piano bench and teach him to play the piano.

He only remembered the emerald bracelet on his mother's slender wrist, and the romantic tunes wafting in his ears.

Fu Tianhe regretted why he couldn't be more serious at that time.

Over the years, he has recalled this tune countless times in his heart, but he has never been able to hear it again.

But now the boy he admired brought him back that memory.

After playing the song, Chen Ci didn't stop. He hasn't touched the piano for a long time since he came to the dungeon.

In the usual speeches, practicing the piano is regarded as a way to pass the time. After all, life in the White Tower is too boring. Even if he doesn't really like music, he can only calm down and practice.

Now, he seems to have found something other than killing time.

A piece of music flowed from the young man's fingertips, some Fu Tianhe was familiar with, and some he had never heard before.

He found that September particularly prefers music with a sense of religious destiny, with a grand and ethereal style, which reminds him of the Holy Son, sacrifices and sacrifices.

The statement was played in one breath for nearly an hour.

He was a little tired, so he finally stopped and got up from the piano bench.

Fu Tianhe came back to his senses, only to find that the terminal's recording had been turned on all the time, recording the whole process of Chen Ci's concert.

"Thank you." Fu Tianhe hurriedly took out a water glass and handed it to Chen Ci.

Chen Ci took a sip and sat down on another stone beside Fu Tianhe.

Fu Tianhe sighed: "I really didn't know you were so good at playing the piano. You must have learned it for many years."

Chen Ci just hummed. According to his understanding of the residents of the dungeon, learning a musical instrument should be quite a luxury. According to Fu Tianhe's current impression of himself, it would be more appropriate that he should not be able to play the piano.

It's just that the bombs have all been played, and it's useless to talk about them.

Fu Tianhe really tried to ask: "Where did you learn it?"

The statement was silent, which was his usual silence, used to deal with questions he didn't want to answer.

Fu Tianhe also understood what he meant, so he didn't ask any more questions, and just regarded this question as over.

It's just that doubts weighed on his heart again, and the fog lingering around Jiuyue deepened.

A top-level Omega with extremely strong spiritual power and a super high level of performance.

Fu Tianhe chatted casually: "I also learned to play the piano when I was young, but it was a pity that I couldn't bear my temper at that time and felt very boring. Now I realize that it is good to know a little musical instrument."

Statement: "Do you want to play? I can teach you."

"really?"

Chen Ci nodded, he put down the water glass, swallowed the last sip of warm water in his mouth, and sat back on the piano bench. He only sat on half of it, and the meaning was obvious.

Fu Tianhe got up in fear and trepidation, and his butt landed lightly on the other side of the stool.

The dilapidated piano stool was just that big, and the two of them sat close together inevitably.

This is the first time Fu Tianhe is so close to Jiuyue.

You can even feel the warmth and faint fragrance from the boy.

Chen Ci taught Fu Tianhe to play the melody he had been thinking about.

Start with the right hand first, teach each measure one measure at a time, play the Chen Ci once, and Fu Tianhe imitates and repeats.

After learning the four bars, play them together again.

Fu Tianhe has a good memory and some basics, so it's not too hard to learn.

Soon the speech taught the right hand of this section, and then the chords of the left hand.

After the two hands are separated, they need to be closed.

The left and right hands are matched, and Fu Tianhe has fallen into an inevitable confusion.

Chen Ci taught him patiently, tirelessly, so patiently that Fu Tianhe was a little embarrassed and felt so stupid.

He secretly looked at the young man, Chen Ci's side face was quiet, his eyelashes drooped, his nose was straight, but he didn't look mean. At this moment, Fu Tianhe could see a bit of... tenderness?

The cold keys were played by September, and it seems that the temperature of the fingertips still remains.

He knew that it was just his wishful thinking.

Half an hour later, Fu Tianhe was able to play with both hands stumbling.

It is indeed a very fulfilling thing. Fu Tianhe was practicing excitedly, and suddenly said to Chen Ci: "I can also play the Scottish Highland bagpipes. Although I am not very good at it, I have a chance to play it for you."

The statement answered "OK", and continued to watch Fu Tianhe practice.

Fu Tianhe played this paragraph smoothly, and glanced at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, if they didn't leave.Attractions are closing.

"Come back another day if you have a chance." Fu Tianhe stood up contentedly, he walked down the ruins first, and stretched out his hand to Chen Ci from below.

Although he knew that September didn't need support.

Sure enough, Chen Ci just glanced at his outstretched hand, and then silently climbed down from the top of the ruins.

Fu Tianhe didn't feel embarrassed, and naturally withdrew his hand.

The two left the dark collapsed building, taking advantage of no one, and quickly returned to the outside of the cordon.

There is almost no one on the road, and the security robot is reminding tourists to leave.

They returned to the hotel from the outer wall, rested there, and went around the factory tomorrow. Fu Tianhe was very interested in the chimera transformed from the mechanical core.

After taking a shower, Chen Ci lay on the bed, put on the eye mask and earplugs, and was supposed to empty his mind before going to bed, but he couldn't help but think about tonight's playing.

He can skillfully play the piano, violin, clarinet, and classical drums, and compose music.

Learning these is the arrangement of the White Tower. Chen Ci started to learn the piano at the age of four, and wrote his first piece of music at the age of nine.

Did these things bring him anything?Chen Ci has never felt that he is not interested in many things.

No matter how exquisite and luxurious the food is, it is only to obtain the energy needed to maintain the body's functioning. The extremely comfortable living environment does not seem to be much different from sleeping in the wild. There is a special person to take care of it and do everything by yourself, but it consumes more energy.

When playing, the teacher often said that his skills were impeccable, but he always lacked a little emotion.

The statement doesn't understand, what is the expression of the feelings the teacher said?He played all the light and heavy notes and the slow and slow beats to a perfect level, there should be no difference in listening.

Although he has only been outside for a short time, his life in the White Tower for more than ten years seems like a lifetime away.

Disgusted?Not really.

Baita shaped the ideal image of the prince and concubine of everyone, Chen Ci would not blame them, after all, he never resisted or told Baita what he wanted from the beginning to the end.

Because even the statement itself does not know.

And tonight, the useless skills he mastered seemed to have meaning for the first time.

The terminal on the wrist vibrated at this moment.

Chen Ci took off his blindfold and glanced at the news.

It was from Fu Tianhe, and there was only a short "good night" in the dialog box.

Did you already say that when we parted in the hotel corridor?

Chen Ci didn't take it to heart, and said good night to Fu Tianhe, then closed his eyes again.

The night was quiet, Chen Ci would not know that the person who sent him the message was standing outside the door at this very moment.

September's reply popped up in the dialog box, Fu Tianhe held two mechanical cores in his hand, after all he didn't knock on the door in front of him.

The hand that was raised and lowered several times was just like his heart that he didn't dare to say.

Let's wait until tomorrow.

Fu Tianhe took a deep breath and let it out again. Tomorrow, tomorrow after tomorrow, when will he really have the courage to face the fear of being rejected?

According to the agreement, Shafelai took Chen Nian to Chensha's Huanhai base.

The previous door-to-door invitation was flatly rejected by Chen Ci, and now they have a showdown with each other, knowing everything and going out smoothly in the early morning.

Shaffley was a little depressed when he thought of how he and Antonio went to make a statement that day.

Chen Ci went to the dungeon, and heard that Chen Nian said that he was traveling and had arrived at the production workshop from the abandoned suburbs. He should like to play, but he rejected himself time and again.

Is he so annoying to Chen Ci? Although the two of them haven't had a deeper relationship these years, they should be considered good friends.

The thought of the statement made Shaffley feel uncomfortable.

He silently looked at the young man beside him. Chen Nian was looking out the window excitedly. They were going to take the aircraft to the detection platform.

Compared with trying to figure out what kind of image he is in the mind of the statement, Shaffley wants to know what he will do.

On the night when he suddenly realized his heartbeat, the feelings that had been suppressed in his chest for a long time burst out suddenly, so there were reasons for all the strange signs.

——He had unreasonable thoughts about his fiancée's brother.

And Chen Ci and Chen Nian trusted him so much, regarded him as a teammate, and entrusted him with many secrets.

How would the brothers react if they knew what he was thinking?They must be feeling sick.

In fact even Shaffley himself found him disgusting.

He and Chen Ci have known each other for more than ten years, and tried hard to cultivate their relationship but to no avail. However, when they met Chen Nian for only two months, their love sprouted.

Shaffley has always believed that he is not a sentimental person. In recent years, rumors have spread that he and his statement pheromones are insensitive. How many Omegas from noble families surrounded him, tried their best to squeeze their heads out to want Instead of the statement, he did not cross the line in any way, and firmly kept his loyalty to the statement.

But he fell headfirst on Chen Nian.

Let Shafelei say what exactly moved him about Chen Nian, he still can't tell.

The real Chen Nian is capricious and weird, stripped of all acting and pretense, and sometimes even not so lovable.

But it is these various qualities that gather together to form a unique young man around him.

Shaffley could even imagine how Chen Ci would look at him with indifferent eyes when his thoughts were exposed, and how Chen Nian would look at him with disgust as if looking at garbage.

——I believed in you so much that I even asked you to find a boyfriend for me, so you have dirty thoughts about me?

Shaffley has no doubt that in front of the friendship between the two brothers, he is just a dispensable existence.

The first time he was tempted was to someone who should never have been.

Shafele took a deep breath, before he got deeper, he had to find some shortcomings of Chen Nian as soon as possible, so that he would not like him so much anymore.

Chen Nian didn't know the Alpha beside him, he struggled in pain and thought so much.

As the aircraft took off, he leaned excitedly by the window, watching the ground move away, the treetops were under his feet, and he soon reached a height that even the bell tower of the palace could not touch.

The aircraft quickly drove out of the edge of the cinnabar. Chen Nian looked back and saw the familiar railing.

Then lower down.

The whole process only took ten minutes, which was much faster than taking a car to the central elevator to the bottom floor, and then taking a boat.

Shaffley's personal aircraft reached the landing pad of the observation platform.

The outer observation platform is guarded by the military department. As soon as he stepped off, several officers came to greet him.

"His Royal Highness the First Prince, Your Royal Highness the Imperial Concubine."

Shaffley nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Chen Nian also smiled at them politely, and the eyes of several officers naturally fell on Chen Nian. It was the first time they saw the future princess and concubine, and they couldn't help being amazed at how stunning she was.

Of course, the officers were more concerned about his status as the orphan of Marshal Chen Wei, although the young man did not look like the marshal.

There is no soldier who does not admire Marshal Chen Wei, and now the Marshal's child has come here to inspect the first barrier guarding the cinnabar.

"Everyone, go and do your work. I'll take my statement and walk around."

Shaffley visits the Huanhai Base twice a month. His Royal Highness is not only responsible for the core maintenance of Cinnabar, but also has a place in the military. As the crown prince with the highest reputation, he will need to take on many responsibilities in the future.

The stationed officer nodded trustingly, and left without disturbing the two Highnesses.

The Huanhai base is composed of thousands of platforms, each of which is small in size. Standing on it, the feeling of being surrounded by the sea is even stronger.

The sea breeze gently brushed over his cheeks, refreshing and comfortable. Standing by the railing, Chen Nian saw the vast ocean stretching as far as the eye could see.

The platform they were on had several floors. Shafelai knew that Chen Nian wanted to get close to the sea, so he took him down to the lowest area.

The sea water kept beating against the outer wall, and the waves rolled with white foam, and you could see the main body of cinnabar when you turned around.

Living in it for many years, Chen Nian realized for the first time that the cinnabar was so big that even a rough look could not see the curve of the circular outline.

The sea water surged up to the platform, flowed down quickly, and with the next tide, it surged up again, covering the soles of Chen Nian's shoes.

There are sporadic marine life being washed up.

Chen Nian leaned over and picked up a conch that unfortunately came ashore. The white and yellow conch was cold and lay in his palm, his soft body shrunk in the shell, not daring to show it.

"what is this?"

Shaffley: "Fragrant snails, the shells are often made into handicrafts, and the meat can also be eaten."

Chen Nian put the conch to his ear. Many stories say that he can hear the sound of the sea from inside.

Chen Nian didn't take such small rumors seriously since he went to school. He still has a little understanding of air resonance and other principles.

Just want to play.

However, he did hear voices.

Small, faint, ringing in his ears.

It wasn't the sound of the sea wind blowing, nor the sound of some kind of liquid flowing, but... a soft rustling sound, as if someone was whispering to him.

Huh?

Chen Nian cast his little finger to his ear, and brought the conch to his ear again.

...Strange, there is still a sound.

Chen Nian frowned, lifted the snail to Shaffley's ear, and asked, "Listen, is there any sound?"

Shaffley listened intently for a while, nodded and said, "The sound of the sea."

vulgar.Chen Nian curled his lips and said, "No, there is really a voice like speaking, can you listen carefully?"

Shaffley heard the words and listened intently.

After a while, he shook his head: "The snail in the shell is still there, and there is no sound of air resonance."

"No way." Chen Nian put the snail to his ear again suspiciously, rustling, rustling.

It was as if someone was whispering to him again, but the content could not be heard clearly anyway.

see hell.

Chen Nian looked at the snail, and could only put it in his pocket first.