Qinglian Snow Heavy

The hand holding the pipa trembled slightly, and then the whole body trembled in the cold wind.Qinglian's eyes fell to the high platform, and she saw everyone kneeling in front of her, with their heads deeply buried, wondering whether there was despair in their eyes.At this moment, Jiarui was the only one who looked up at Qinglian, her hair and brows were frosted, but Qinglian was left with a comforting smile.

Jia Ruixi licked her lips that were frozen and purple, and said, "Qinglian, I love you! It's fine, come back, come back quickly..." Silent comfort, every sentence hit Qinglian's heart. In Lian's heart, those deep eyes were as bright as stars, just as intoxicating as before.Never do this!Qinglian was not willing to let the hope in Jiarui's eyes be buried by the heavy snow. Qinglian turned her back to avoid Jiarui's gentle gaze so that she would not be addicted to it.

The world is not benevolent, and all things are regarded as dogs, but are the gods really cold-blooded? Do they also have to be imprisoned in hatred and take revenge on innocent ants.Qinglian never believed it, even she could let go of her hatred, how could the sky be indifferent?So Qinglian supported her frozen knees, slowly raised her body, stood up, and continued the unfinished sacrifice, her body was not dead, which meant that the gods had not yet enjoyed the sacrifice.Qinglian looked up at the dark gray sky, adjusted the pipa in her arms, and prepared to play again.Qinglian slightly squeezed her fingers together, but a sudden sharp pain came from her fingertips. It wasn't until then that Qinglian realized that her right fingertips had been completely shattered by her ecstatic playing just now, and the blood was dry and solidified. pain.

But so what, Qinglian was not reconciled, she bent her fingers and swept towards the heavy string, but unexpectedly, her fingers lost strength long ago, and the palace string broke in response to the sound, making a piercing sound.Even the black steel heavy strings are breaking under the fingers, is this a hint from the heavens?A trace of despair flashed across Qinglian's heart.

But thinking of Jia Rui who was kneeling and looking up behind her, how could Qinglian give up, so what if she broke the string.Still holding the pipa in her arms, Qinglian plucked the remaining three strings with her fingertips again, performing a pentatonic tune.The sound of the music is no longer the splendor and splendor of the past, but it seems to echo the falling snow in the end of the world, desolate and tragic.Along with the music, Qinglian opened her teeth lightly, singing an independent elegy with infinite sorrow.

"At the beginning of my life, I did nothing, and after I was born, the moon declined. The inhumanity of the sky caused chaos, and the inhumanity of the earth made me meet at this time... The sky is boundless and the earth is boundless. My heart is sad and sorrowful, and life is as fleeting as a white horse. , but I can't be happy when I am in my prime. I want to ask the moon, the sky is blue and there is no fate. I look up at the sky, clouds and snow, and my heart is sad. Who will tell me!" [Note] full of sadness, With this catharsis, the unblessed Son of God is like an outcast from heaven and earth, singing a sad song alone in the world.The blood-stained strings made rustling music, and Lingling's tear-like singing made those who heard it tearful and sad, as if the snow that fell from the sky weighed a thousand catties, crushing Qinglian's heart and soul inch by inch, and was blown away by the wind of despair. Scatter the last embers. "Because the sky has eyes, why don't you see me mourning alone? Because the moon has a spirit, what should I do? My people are separated from life and death in the south and sea, and tears are flying. I am worthy of the sky. How can the sky match me? I am worthy of the moon. How can the moon be worthy of me? Kill me in the barren state..."

216、Worshiping the moon...

A sad song expresses the sorrow of the heart, the sad singing seems to be colder and heavier than the ice and snow in the sky, it makes people breathless, and the heart sinks to the bottom of the abyss, buried by despair.At this time, Qinglian had no tears, because her heart was already cold, and she didn't know whether it was disappointment with the world or disappointment with herself. "Heaven is not benevolent, and the earth is not benevolent, so I am at this time." The voice of mourning does not know who it is to accuse, and finally turns into self-abandonment.The wind and snow dazzled the eyes, closed the eyes, and covered the dark world in front of the eyes, but the eyes were still dark.A thread of blood slid down the corner of Qinglian's mouth, bit by bit staining the white robe and the snow. She tried to open her mouth again, but Qinglian could no longer make a sound.The song is not over, the sadness is not over, the music is cold alone, layer upon layer, scattered in the wind.The surrounding world was quiet and silent, only Luoxue, and Qinglian, whose heart was getting colder, suddenly opened her eyes, as if she had sensed something, she held her breath and focused her attention.It was still dark in front of the eyes, and a group of kneeling people under the stage were swallowed up by the night, leaving only outlines.As if it was the sound of the moon moving and the shadow moving, Qinglian listened attentively. Although she only heard the wind returning to the snow falling, there was a feeling in her heart that was about to come out.Qinglian pulled herself together, changed the sad tune in her hand, and still returned to the previous cadenza, as if waiting to welcome something.

The subordinates kept making music, but it was a pity that the string was broken after all, and the tune was fitted hastily, the sacrificial music was not as luxurious as before.Qinglian raised her head, looking at the empty sky, the wind made her hair messy, but ignited the embers in her heart.The foreground didn't change at all, but Qinglian felt that he seemed to hear the sound of clouds opening, and the sound of moonlight pouring down, which was the spiritual power originating from the blood of Pure Moon God Son.

Could it be that just now weeping blood, lamenting and lamenting, questioning the gods of heaven and earth, finally got the moon god to enjoy the sacrifice?Qinglian didn't dare to slack off, she pressed her fingers hard, but unexpectedly the strings were already stretched to the extreme, unable to withstand the force, another string was broken.The plucked heavy string drew an arc, and the string made of black steel, like a sharp blade, cut off a layer of flesh from Qinglian's fingertips.Blood gushes out and flows over the entire surface of the piano, and the music stops abruptly.

Because of the heart-piercing pain from her fingertips, Qinglian's whole body was trembling. This injury made it difficult for her already scarred fingers to pluck the strings.But it ended like this, Qinglian was not reconciled, obviously if she continued to work hard, there might be results, all kinds of situations were hanging by a thread.

So Qinglian gritted her teeth, released her left hand, held the neck of the piano with the injured finger of her right hand, and then slowly moved to cover the only two remaining strings.The wind has not yet drifted away with the lingering rhyme, and then another wave hits. Qinglian sweeps her left hand, and presses the strings with her still fingers with her right hand. The music starts again, and Qinglian actually switches hands to play .It's a pity that there are only two strings left on the famous qin, and the musical tone is getting weaker and weaker. It loses the momentum that matches Kaiyun Mochiyue, and the musical sound is much lighter, almost drifting in the wind.Qinglian suddenly raised her right hand, grasped the neck of the pipa and raised the whole pipa, the body of the lute was slightly turned outward, towards the sky.I wanted to use the ancient method of Feitian to sacrifice to the Moon God, but unfortunately Qinglian's left shoulder was seriously injured, and she couldn't raise her hand at all, so Qinglian had to do another method.

The sound of the music faded away, Qinglian exerted all her strength to put the body of the qin on her collarbone, lowered her right wrist, and rotated the fingers of her left hand, the sound of the music was still lingering.Qinglian looked at the sky devoutly, the light reflected from the divine jade on her forehead softly enveloped Qinglian's whole body.The fingers are spinning rapidly, the music is covering one layer after another, and Qinglian's heart is gradually sublimated with the music advancing wave after wave, ready to come out.

How could Qinglian not be excited, because when the last piece of snow fell, the world in front of her eyes became empty, and there was no longer ashes like the apocalypse.The snow stopped, as if the sudden heavy snow had exhausted the wrath of the heavens, and the world was divided by the lack of chaotic snow, as if the world had returned to its previous calm.This time the light of the divine jade stretched farther, and the sound of the music seemed to reach directly to the sky.

Qinglian continued to play the music under her finger, still playing persistently, waiting for the moment when the clouds will bloom and the moon will appear.It's a pity that things often go against their wishes. Qinglian is now playing with her left hand, but after all, she is jerky. Her fingertip is injured, so she bends the tip of her finger and plays like a hook, using the greatest strength.But it should be like this, Yingpei's feelings are completely poured on the strings, even the heavy strings of black steel can't bear it.Not long after, there was only a sound of "Zheng", and the remaining two strings on the piano were broken.Here, the four strings of the pipa are all broken.

The sharp strings of the qin slashed across Qinglian's palm this time, bringing out two bloodstains, the sharp pain hit, Qinglian could no longer hold the pipa in her hand, and dropped the qin on the snow.The sound of the zither stopped again, and the lingering rhyme was still rolling in the sky, but Qinglian's ears were filled with the buzzing and buzzing of the broken strings, and no other sounds could be heard, including the rhythm of the moon moving and the clouds opening.

Qinglian looked at the pipa that fell on the thick snow, and regained her spirits after a moment of absence. There was no sound of the piano, and there was a dance ceremony.Qinglian recalled Yan Lan's dancing figure in the past, and wanted to follow suit, but after lifting one foot, her frozen and numb body couldn't listen at all, and she fell forward.Qinglian, who had stood for a long time in the icy cold, was about to break all the joints in her body with this movement.Before Qinglian could take a step, she fell into the snow.Qinglian fell on the pipa in the thick snow, and the famous ancient qin was crushed and shattered. Qinglian propped herself up on her elbows and looked at the broken qin in front of her sadly.After all, I am not Yan Lan, Dong Shi imitated her, and the rituals are not as good as Chunyue Shenzi, but it is not that God has not given the opportunity.Qinglian's heart seemed to be crushed, she worked so hard, but the sacrificial ceremony was ruined in her own hands, by a hair's breadth.Qinglian lay motionless on the snowy ground, her last hope was shattered, she had experienced many things, at this moment there was only despair in her heart and no strength left in her body.

Qinglian knelt on the ground, not daring to open her eyes, unable to face Jia Rui, let alone face herself.Although she had already prepared for the worst, when the end came, Qinglian realized that she was still not strong enough.Death is not something to be afraid of, but Jiarui and the whole world must be buried with her. Qinglian only felt that she could not bear such a heavy price, and death would not atone for her sin.

Qinglian silently knelt on the snow, the snow she held in her palm turned into ice, unable to melt away.Suddenly there was a voice from behind, Qing Lian slightly gathered her slack gaze, and thought to herself: Is the last moment finally coming?In a trance, she saw what seemed to be a sunny day in front of her eyes. Qinglian was a little suspicious, and closed her eyes again.