Haunted Places Live

"You are very similar to my Chu Yang."

These words sounded in Chu Yi's mind, accompanied by a gorgeous and familiar singing voice.

Chu Yi could feel that something was squeezing her mind.

His memory was captured by a powerful force, taking him through the irreversible fog of time, back to a long, long time ago.

He was a high school graduating student at the time, studying at an international high school run by the Presbyterian Church for the descendants of its members.Different from ordinary high schools, the teaching here is aimed at developing each student's artistic expertise and observation skills.

As students who are about to graduate, most of the students choose to accept the stigmata when they are here.However, guarantors are required to perform the ceremony, and these guarantors need to be adults above the third level, which is equivalent to the mentors who will guide the students in the future.

Even within the Presbyterian Church, there are certain class divisions. Usually, the descendants of the elder family can seek other elders as their mentors, but there are also many ordinary family students who have sprung up with great potential and try to squeeze into the short positions of the elders. short list of students.

Chu Yi, or Chu Yang, had already figured out who he would find as his teacher.And now he was waiting outside the gate of his man's manor, sitting in the back seat of the car.His hands were sweating so much that he couldn't even wipe them off on his pants.

A housekeeper opened the car door and nodded politely, "Mr. Chu."

Chu Yang took a deep breath, got out of the car and went to the trunk to get his cello.The housekeeper wanted to pick it up, but he smiled, "It's okay, I'll do it myself."

He followed the butler into the elegant but desolate Victorian building, stepped on the spotlessly cleaned wooden floors, and passed strange and disturbing oil paintings along the way.His heart was beating so fast he wondered if even the housekeeper could hear his nervousness.

The double doors carved with exquisite gardenia patterns were opened, and suddenly a beam of sunlight gently fell on the pupils, clean and transparent, like the light when looking up at the water surface from the bottom of the water.The light fell on half the profile of a man sitting in an armchair reading a book, gilding the fine down on his cheeks.The gentle and delicate light and shadow created an amazing effect on the contours of the man's face and the folds of his shirt, like a mirage without weight.

Chu Yang opened his eyes wide and was speechless.

The idol he admired and was obsessed with was right in front of him, slowly raising his head, showing him an elegant and sincere smile.

"Hello." Lynch put down his book, stood up from the armchair, tilted his head slightly and looked at him, "You are Chu Yang? Hmm...you are more like your grandfather."

Chu Yang uttered the lines that had been rehearsed countless times, but somehow he stuttered when the words reached his lips, "You... hello, Mr. Lin, I... I like your song very much..."

A world-renowned singer is so "young", but Chu Yang knows that Lin Qi only looks young.Many people in the Presbyterian Church knew that Lynch was Advisor's son, and he was a hundred years younger by now.It is the color of the stars that keeps him young forever.

The first time Chu Yang heard Lynch's song was when he was in junior high school. When the first line of the lyrics came to his ears, he felt that he fell in love with the owner of the voice.Back then he didn't even know what Lynch looked like.

Chu Yang will never forget the moment when he heard the singing, goose bumps all over his body, moist eyes, and even the feeling of wanting to cry.

Lynch walked towards him with a smile, looking at him intently with his eyes, as if trying to see through his thoughts.Gradually, those eyes fell on the cello behind him again, "Is this the tool for you to express your power of observation?"

Chu Yang took the cello off his shoulders in a hurry, "Yes, I am a cellist, and sometimes I also... write some music."

"Oh?" Lynch's eyes were full of interest, "How do you think your level is?"

Chu Yang said embarrassedly, "...it's okay..."

"Is it just okay? That's not okay." Lynch waved his hands in the air a little exaggeratedly, "My students must be the best in everything."

Chu Yang said nervously, "I promise I will work hard! As long as you are willing to let me be your apprentice!"

He knew that Lynch was the most sought-after mentor. After all, he could be said to be the most famous in the Presbyterian Church. He was powerful and handsome. Who wouldn't want to be his student?But Lynch was extremely picky about his apprentices, and he didn't see his family background at all.Even the daughter of the great elder was rejected by him mercilessly.

Lynch crossed his arms and thought for a moment, "Your personality seems a bit boring, but it's okay, I can give you a chance. Play a piece of music you composed yourself, and then I'll decide whether to accept you or not."

So Chu Yang prepared in a hurry, took out the cello, adjusted the strings, tested the sound, carefully posed, and looked up at Lynch nervously.

Lynch had already poured himself a glass of red wine and sipped it, nodded slightly to him, "Let's get started."

Chu Yang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his emotions settle.

As long as you close your eyes and hold his cello, the familiar woody fragrance can take him into another world.There he is a completely independent person, unaffected by any constraints, rules, or shackles.Only when holding the cello - his only lover - can he feel this complete freedom.

So the fingers pressed the strings, and the bow drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the sound of the piano vibrated like water with the air.

What he pulled was a song he composed specifically for today, which he wrote while sitting in a room full of Lynch's records, posters, and surrounding rooms, recalling the feeling of hearing Lynch's singing for the first time.

At the end of the song, there was already a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.His performance that day was extraordinarily emotional, without any omissions or fallacies.He raised his head, but saw Lynch sitting quietly with no expression on his face, looking at the unfinished red wine glass in his hand.

His heart raised his throat, and Chu Yang didn't even dare to ask because of a bad feeling.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work...

Sure enough, I am still too mediocre...

A sad feeling rises from the stomach and gradually permeates the upper chest.Chu Yang suppressed his sadness and said in a low voice, "Please give me another chance, I have prepared another song..."

"No need." Lynch gently put down the wine glass.He raised a pair of gloomy eyes, the veil of lightness on his face before had dissipated, and Lynch at this moment gave people a sense of unfathomable.

Chu Yang hugged his cello, feeling like a fool.He lowered his head and was about to accept his defeat.

"I've never heard such...beautiful music." Lynch said quietly.

Chu Yang paused and raised his head in astonishment.

Lynch looked at him seriously, and there was a hint of sadness in the depths of his eyes.

"Whether it's the music or your performance, it's very beautiful." Lin Qi sighed, and then showed a completely different, somewhat tired and sad smile to Chu Yang, "In the future, you can't use it anymore to describe it." Own."

It was only later that Chu Yang found out that although Lynch would not age, Lynch's lover at the time did not have this ability.At that time, his lover was diagnosed with cancer, and he was afraid that he would die soon, and his lover did not plan to use any special methods for treatment, but just wanted to accept his own end calmly.And Chu Yang's music is full of the purest love and a kind of fateful sadness that even Chu Yang himself doesn't quite understand, so it has such a deep influence on Lynch.

Later, Chu Yang also realized that this song had written the fate of himself and Lin Qi from the very beginning.

But Chu Yang didn't know about this at the time.He is purely happy, happy for his dream to come true.He never thought that one day in the future, Lynch would really reciprocate his feelings and really become his lover.He would never have thought that he would lose him and everything so soon.

In any case, this prelude is still the most beautiful.

"It was a beautiful encounter."

Suddenly, everything came to a standstill.Lynch in front of him, the flying gauze curtains, and the swinging hammer all stopped.

Chu Yi only felt that it was difficult to even breathe.

Another Lynch stepped out of the shadows in the corner of the room, just like his Lynch, but without the lightness and lightness of his Lynch.This Lynch seems to be able to swallow all the light. His eyes have seen too much pain and despair, and it is impossible to reflect the sun anymore.

"Why did you show me this?" Chu Yi asked.

"Because this is a memory you have never dared to look at. You carefully received it in the deepest part of your heart and protected it layer by layer." The prophet looked at him tenderly and sadly, as if Crying for him, "Because you know, you have lost him. So you can't face your beginning. Every memory is to live again, but you already know the ending."

Chu Yi only felt a tearing pain in his chest, which made him unable to bear his own weight.He knelt on the ground, tears running down the scar on his cheek, "My Lynch, I won't become you."

"Yes, as long as you give him the right experience, he will." The prophet walked in front of Chu Yi and knelt down, "Give you the right experience, and you will become my Chu Yang. Or, give you and me With the right memory, we can all become each other's Lin Qi and Chu Yang, can't we?"

memory.

At first glance, it may seem innocuous, but it is the most subtle of the three costs.It can even be said to be the most powerful price when used correctly.

The original so-called "now" is a concept that does not exist, and all "now" is the cognitive result of the interaction between short-term memory and long-term memory.The whole person's understanding of himself, history, and the world is also based on the continuous reorganization of long-term and short-term memory.If you rewrite memory, it is equivalent to rewriting the past and transcending time.

Chu Yi tried.After losing his Lynch, he was extremely sad and tried to turn the Lynch of another reality into his Lynch, but was soon noticed by that Lynch.Later, that Lynch also died of a fatal mistake when confronting the enemy due to memory confusion.Since then, he never dared to rewrite other people's memories.

"The price of my Chu Yang is also memory." The prophet stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Chu Yi's scar, "He also went to the same school as you and wrote the same music as you. It's just that you accept The guarantor of the stigmata is different."

"Where's your Chu Yang?" Chu Yi asked.

"Dead." Know first, "Same as your Lynch."

"That's why you want to become a prophet. Because you want to open the closed reality and confirm your Chu Yang."

"That's right." Know first, "But I alone is not enough. I need another Chu Yang, the most powerful Chu Yang to help me."

"So you chose this realistic Chu Yang?"

"I didn't choose it. It was chosen from the beginning. Maybe it was him, maybe it wasn't."

"He won't help you, and none of the three of us will help you."

"Why don't you help me?" Lynch looked at him sadly, "Don't you want to see your Lynch again?"

The pain exploded from his chest again, and his eyes fell behind the prophet, Lynch who was looking at him with a faint sad look.

Indeed, he has been afraid to recall this memory.

Because the more beautiful this memory is, the more painful it is for him.

There was no way he could ever get back what he had lost.No matter how real it is, Lynch who belongs to him will never come back.

The dreamlike words of the prophet seeped into his mind, making him dizzy, "As long as we open the closed reality, we can fuse the memories, let all Chu Yang and Lynch merge together. We can be together forever, never again Any force can separate us."

As if bewitched, Chu Yi did not refute him.

The Prophet gently raised his cheek and said affectionately, "At that time, I can be your Lynch, and you can also be my Chu Yang. I will never leave you again."