First Player Chapter 194

Chapter 194 Chapter 192 "See you in the next world"

"—Yu Shisan, Jin Yuan. Your fortune is very good, the future is bright, and you are happy and healthy,"

The small vendor in charge of divination smiled. He was wearing a bluffing robe and placed his hands on the shoulders of the young man who was standing in front of the booth. In Minghui, this action meant blessing.

The torrential rain fell quickly and hit the shed, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

The young man holding a long umbrella placed the money on the table of the vendor.

Beside him, a girl with brown curly hair was waiting.

"You're a foreigner, right?" The street vendor smiled happily when he saw Yin Qian, and said, "Why don't you go to the central square, where the awakening ceremony is being held. Everyone is so happy."

"Aren't you going?" Su Mingan asked.

"Damn, what am I going to do? My life is enough now, and I don't want to lose my life by becoming a capable person." The peddler shook his head: "I heard that few of those capable people can survive half a hundred, the stronger the better. That's right, if I'm talented, I'll be here in a few days, and I still want to go home and hold the baby."

Su Mingan was silent.

"—However, I really didn't expect that group of nobles to look like this, thanks to the mainland sage." The hawker sighed: "I hated them to the extreme in the past, but I didn't expect this group of people to leave earlier than us... "

Su Mingan sighed, then pulled Fia away from the stall.

Raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, and a separate world was isolated under the umbrella.

In the rain curtain, everything is not very clear, only a silent bungalow building, and a towering tower in the town, guarding the edge like a night watchman.

Su Mingan raised his head and looked at the large-scale glazed tower in front of him. The gems on the tower surface shone brightly, even under the thick dark clouds.

seems to lie in a deep darkness, with a shining tower standing, like a **** falling from the sky, reaching out to people who are deep in the mud.

On the square, blood-colored rays of light bloomed one after another.

Fia reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"How is it?" she asked, "Are you relaxing?"

Just now, after breaking out a white cat, Su Mingan fell into a brief period of autism. When he was about to go to the laboratory for blood supply, he met Fia who had caught up.

Fiya said that she knew that his current mental state has been bad, and she has a way to relieve it.

"It doesn't need any mental relief, nor any additional medicine." Fia said softly: "You're just too tired recently, and this kind of tiredness can't be made up by sleep... not to mention, I can see it , In these few days, you haven't slept all day."

"Obvious?"

"You also don't look in the system mirror to see how bad your face is."

Su Mingan called out the mirror according to the words, and saw a beautiful face again. Since Admiration's face was bad from the beginning, a shaky look that could die at any time, even if Fia said he looked bad now, he couldn't see anything.

…because it's always been bad.

Su Ming'an retracted the system mirror: "But is it a waste of time to spend a day playing games?"

The quest time of is only fifteen days. He originally planned to take Hui Shuhang to the nearby forest to kill monsters today, but Fia stopped Hu and said that he would take him to relax for the day.

"It's necessary." Fia shook her head: "This kind of exhaustion is irreparable except for relaxation. You can't shape yourself into a machine that only knows how to catch up with tasks... You have to understand that because people always have subjective initiative, they can A free and independent person can be called a free and independent person when he is free to do things by himself. If you lose these, mechanical fatigue is normal."

"Besides..." She said, "You can't always maintain a mental state at the limit, otherwise it will not be conducive to your usual tasks. Searching for clues, fighting the enemy... These actions require energy, and if you are in a trance, you will miss a lot."

Su Mingan thought for a while, and felt that Feiya's last sentence made sense.

He followed her as she said, and she seemed to have carefully planned the itinerary. After receiving the novel divination from the so-called fortune teller, she took him to the restaurant in the town.

The steaming food was served.

He held a fork and tasted the roasted meat with a unique flavor that Hui Shuhang once said, and then his expression turned into a mask of pain.

The taste of the barbecue is not comparable to the self-service barbecue he had eaten on Zhai Xing. In a world where productivity is extremely low, the way it is roasted is extremely extensive, even the salt is colorful, and the taste has a strange bitterness and astringency. . And other staple foods are even more so. The baguette-like bread tastes like a piece of sand, the hardness is like gnawing on a stone, and the soft taste is not at all. Some soups are too sweet and greasy, making people completely unaccustomed to eating.

As for lime wine, he didn't dare to touch it at all, but Fia said it tasted like lemonade mixed with alcohol.

…The so-called food from another world seems to be nothing more than that.

After taking a sip of the bitter and astringent tea and watching the inferior telike plants floating on the surface of the cup, Su Mingan suddenly realized that the tea that Hui Shuhang brewed for him at that time was in the eyes of ordinary people. What a precious thing to come.

At least, it didn't make him have the idea of "what the **** is this", and the taste is similar to the black tea he drank on Zhai Xing before.

In the eyes of Minghui people, perhaps the taste of black tea, which is extremely ordinary in his eyes, is already the best tea.

Because their daily staples are those things that are hard to swallow in Su Ming'an's eyes.

When he was having a hard time eating, Fia seemed to be used to eating. She moved naturally and didn't show any signs of being choked by strange food. She even smiled when she looked at him like this. .

Su Mingan put down his fork—it was so rough that it rubbed hands.

He looked out the window at the torrential rain. People walked through the rain curtain with umbrellas.

The sky is condensed with starlight like ice grains, and the brilliant blue and purple colors are painted in one piece, like a bright galaxy on the pavement.

He turned his head to the side and looked at the girl with pure eyes. She was looking at him, as if there was some kind of extremely strong emotion that had been haunted for a long time, and it might burst out at any time.

"Watch what I do." Fia smiled.

"Have you gotten used to these nineteen years?" Su Mingan looked at her.

"It's good." Fia lowered her head, raised her knife and fork, and cut the inferior meat slices with bones and bones together: "This time I learned to draw, especially oil painting, and my golden sunflowers are very good. When I have time, I will show you the painting."

Knives and forks screeched harshly against the plate, and she was slicing the brushed meat, seemingly concentrating on fighting it.

"You also learned to paint."

"Yes, there is also a musical instrument called the lyre." She raised her fork and seemed to show off: "It was taught to me before admiration. It is very similar to the lyre, and the sound is very clear. I traveled around the city. When I was there, I saw a lot of wandering bards use this kind of piano music, reciting their own songs and poems... It's really nice."

As she spoke, she took out a lyre-like musical instrument from the space ring on her finger, and when she moved her finger lightly on it, a sound like a jade bead on the ground vibrated. A fleeting rainbow in front of me.

The guests who dined on the side seemed to have noticed it too. They were wearing sackcloth and sackcloth, but no one took the initiative to approach Fia, who seemed to be of extraordinary origin, but their attention was shifted here, even the passers-by. Shop assistants are no exception.

"Jin Wang taught me a piece of music before I fell asleep... I'm relatively stupid, and I can't learn more, so I've been practicing this piece, and I've been practicing this piece over and over again, for fear that one day I won't be able to play it myself. Just forgot." Feiya looked at her, her eyes seemed to have a thin layer of morning frost in her eyes: "The name is... [King Jing], he wrote it himself. Would you like to listen to me play a song?"

Su Mingan nodded.

A crisp sound suddenly rang out.

A girl with brown curly hair, her delicate and slender fingers flow over the thin strings. She half-drooped her eyelids, and all her emotions were contained in her pale eyes. When she plucked the strings, the sound of water-like music slowly flowed down her fingers.

The slightly curly hair swayed gently in her movements. Under the dim stone lamp, her fair face was bathed in light and gradually became transparent.

The sky was low, and the rain was crackling.

is like a very fine water flow, the natural sound of the wind blowing flowers and leaves, the distant mountains on a sunny day, and the swinging bamboo leaves. It floats up like fresh air after rain.

The music revealed such a fresh and natural taste, like a beautiful picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of his eyes.

The busy clerk let go of the movements in his hands, and the people who were talking stopped their voices. They didn't seem to have the heart to break such a quiet and distant music, and they listened carefully, with surprise in their eyes.

In the music of Fia, Su Mingan felt peace.

…long-lost peace.

It seems that the exhaustion has faded and the pressure has dropped sharply. The music does easily bring a sense of relief. It seems to have a magical power, awakening people's long-term memories expressed in the music between the beating of a note, and making all the thoughts that have gradually solidified and precipitated become fresh again.

Through her music, Su Mingan seemed to see a vibrant and green scene. The grass grows, the flowers bloom, the icebergs dissolve, the snow fades, the sound of the spring ding-dong, the river passes over the stones, over the mountains on both sides, and rushes along the river bank without any hindrance, like a free wind.

【free】.

Su Ming'an originally thought that the one he admired, at least shouldn't be this kind of tune. He grew up in a luxurious aristocratic situation and lived under great pressure since he was a child. He should not have such a deep love for the nature that he has rarely seen.

But in the music, he understood the meaning.

Between the crisscrossed roads, travelers travel long distances.

Before sunset, the nearly withered flowers bloom freely.

The raft swayed on the sea surface that was broken by the skylight.

Bamboo leaves are swaying finely, and the distant mountains are misty. And everything in this world is thriving.

…The song expresses the joy of the revival of all things in spring.

This represents the boundless longing of the great man who died before dawn for the fading winter days in the future.

He is expressing his hope beyond the doomed ending in his own musical voice.

People believe that the winter snow will melt, and the [future] will be bright.

The flowing music stopped suddenly.

Fiya's fingers rested on the violin, and a pair of bright eyes looked at him, and the song was over.

"Clap, clap clap clap..."

Applause suddenly sounded.

All those who listened couldn't help applauding. Even the rude man who didn't understand the music, could comprehend the meaning of the recovery of all things from this vibrant music.

In the present situation of actual recovery, it is even more the backdrop.

is like a song specially composed for the bright future of today.

"...Who wrote this song, it's so well written."

"The little girl can play it well, much better than those poets who are running around!"

"It's a song I've never heard before, I really want to memorize it... I feel really good..."

People make no secret of their admiration and admiration.

In such a world, emotions are expressed extremely directly, because people have long understood that if they just blindly cover up their emotions, they may not wait for the day when they are truly expressed.

Therefore, when I heard a song that really touched them, I burst out with great admiration.

Su Mingan raised his hand and applauded.

"It's nice." He said, "The tune is beautiful...and it plays beautifully."

Fiya put away the violin, smiled softly at those who praised her, and then looked at him again.

"I thought I could become more proficient, but I didn't expect you to come so soon." She smiled, with a pure smile, like the vibrant leaves in the song: "In the campus copy, I learned to sketch, skilled In this world, I learned to paint and play the piano... I'm still looking forward to what the next world will be. I still want to learn to play the piano... I remember when you played on Zhai Xing Heard it to me, it's really good... At the time, I was thinking, if only I had time to learn the piano, I didn't expect that I really have so much time now."

"Yes, the world is very big, there are many scenery, and it is full of wonderful." Su Ming'an said: "You still have many worlds."

"However, since you're here, I'm about to leave this world and go to the next world." Feiya said: "After so many years, I'm really not used to leaving."

"If the world game is over, I might be able to teach you how to play the piano." Su Mingan said suddenly: "By then, we should have a lot of time."

Fiya looked at him, her eyes narrowed a little.

She seems to have gone through a thousand sails, and she seems to be as pure as a newborn.

seemed to be brewing a piece of clarity, and when the light slowly condensed in her eyes, it was as clear and bright as a diamond.

"There will be such a day." She said, "Looking at you so tired today, I find that you seem to be getting more and more tired, one by one... Your tiredness is constantly superimposed. So, up to now, I only I want to remind you."

"—[Many people work hard to build a tower, but few people ask, why are we building this tower?]" She looked at him with pure eyes: "I hope here Along the way, I can make you always remember why."

"Then, see you in the next world?" Su Mingan picked up the cup.

"Okay, goodbye." Fia reached out and toasted with him.

The walls of the cups collided, and the sound was crisp.

The liquid glittered like gold in the light, and as he drank it, he saw her eyes sparkle.

Clever big watery eyes glide over his face flutteringly, when she looked at him, the corners of her lips naturally rose, and her smile was sly and agile like a noble cat.

She is no longer the girl who indulges in the pain of domestic violence, the girl who is just like a blank sheet of paper, pulling on his sleeve as if she is pulling at salvation. As long as he leaves, she will always be in the dark quagmire, unable to struggle.

After experiencing many landscapes, she saw an incomparably vast world.

She is colorful now.

She is shining.

When looking at her like a diamond, when he drank the drink in the cup, Su Mingan noticed something later.

… This liquid, it seems, is not white water, but lime wine.

He raised the glass and slowly put it down.

In the next moment, all the senses disappear in an instant.

Just looking at the table in front of him, he fell straight down, making a loud noise.

The people next to him watched this scene in amazement. Looking at the girl with brown curly hair, he got up and slowly placed his hand on his shoulder.

In Minghui, this gesture means blessing.

"See you in the next world."

She smiled, retracted her hand, and turned around.

Outside the window, the torrential rain stopped.

Above the sky, a piece of Qingming blooms slowly.

The darkness receded like a tide, and the splendid light filled the streets. The gods who are like the sky are pouring down a bright light path into the world.

The girl who walked out of the restaurant raised her head, her white cheeks were bathed in a steady light curtain, and she seemed to be able to see the deep cosmic starry sky.

Dressed in a complicated loli, she walked slowly to her side, bowed and saluted.

"Thank you for your help to Minghui." Hui Shuhang said softly, in a solemn tone, as if chanting a hymn: "Miss Feiya - bless you, no matter which world you are in, you will be a well-deserved [future]."

Fia tilted her head, her eyes shining like stars.

"I really want to thank me and let him have a good dream." She said with a smile, "I don't want to see him again, and he looks like he can't wait to fall asleep in place."

"Okay." Hui Shuhang nodded, and then suddenly said, "In addition..."

Fia looked at her.

"I admire your Highness's music, can you..." Hui Shuhang said.

The strings and scores were stuffed into Hui Shuhang's hands.

"I can't take anything with me, so I'll leave it to you." Fia smiled: "Remember, who brought this future."

Hui Shuhang looked at the score in his hand, nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and his eyes gradually turned red.

She closed her eyes and hugged the violin very tightly, as if to dye it with temperature, as if to melt it into her blood.

"His Royal Highness..." she called softly, as if missing someone who no longer existed.

(end of this chapter)

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