Apocalyptic Forecast - Chapter 1433

“I didn’t bully her.”

“Really, I can’t possibly beat her up again, right? We are all artists, artists!”

When Gisele was crying, Huai Shi was scratching her head and explaining to Ai Qing: “We just had a friendly exchange. I also found out a lot of deficiencies in her ability, and she wanted to say thank you to me. Woolen cloth.”

“Oh?”

Ai Qing looked at Giselle, “She doesn’t look like she wants to say thank you to you.”

“Good medicine is bitter, but honest advice is hard to hear.”

Huai Shi said in a loud voice, “I also teach her to sing! She can sing Little Star already.”

“Really?”

Francisco, who was comforting his companions, lit up and was overjoyed. Wouldn’t he be able to exchange music with Giselle in the future?

And such a good thing?

He said, “Thank you!”

“look.”

Huai Shi threw her hands to Ai Qing innocently, as I said.

And Ai Qing looked at him for a long time with an expression that couldn’t be explained, and then nodded clearly: “Although I don’t know what happened, your words… are normal.”

Then why do you show such dirty eyes!

Huai Shi covered her face.

I feel like I can’t explain it.

And Ai Qing, looking at Huai Shi’s current appearance, couldn’t see any haggard and tired appearance, and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Well, it’s in excellent condition.”

Huai Shi nodded and looked at Francisco: “So, what’s next? Let’s have a showdown between musicians? Say it in advance, I don’t know how to play the accordion.”

“Forget it, I can’t play the cello either.”

After Francisco finished comforting Giselle, he couldn’t help shaking his head: “Mr. Paganini told me that you are already enough to be the chief bass department of the association in terms of cello.”

“I have heard your performance.”

He told Huai Shi frankly: “To be honest, I have no confidence in winning against you.”

Huai Shi asked, “So, do you want to surrender?”

Francisco shook his head resolutely: “In advance, this is purely stubborn resistance, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t know what it is. But as long as you can play this score, I will admit defeat.

It doesn’t matter what you want to talk about then. ”

Saying that, he stretched out his hand and untied his neckline in front of Huai Shi. Then, as if pulling a zipper, he ripped open his skin and ribs, and took out a small square from his beating heart.

The moment the thumb-sized metal square appeared, everyone’s eyes began to shake faintly, and their consciousness was erratic. And when the cubes were untied, what fell into his hands was a stack of broken and ancient music.

Ai Qing has moved her eyes away.

She couldn’t read the characters on it clearly, and she didn’t want to read more.

It’s just that I can instinctively feel that the Origin Quality wrapped around it, or in other words, has formed a substantial obsession, such a pure curse!

She frowned.

And Huai Shi, also frowned.

This is a…

“Violin score?”

Huai Shi squeezed her chin.

Feeling a little troublesome.

Even though the shape is the same and doesn’t seem to be much different, the cello and the violin are still two different musical instruments.

Even if it is the same staff, there are treble and bass, although there is no difference between the two, but in terms of performance, it can be said that they are completely different fields.

Fortunately, Huai Shi already had a lot of experience when she pointed Yuan Yuan before.

I didn’t even consider rejection at all.

Holding the score, he stared at the various movements on it. After a long time, he suddenly asked, “Can I use the cello? However, many melodies need to be slightly changed and adjusted in the range.”

“As long as it’s this sheet music.”

Seeing that he agreed, Francisco was immediately relieved, but he still warned cautiously: “Let’s talk about it first, it is very strict for the performer, and once it starts, the consequences of failure are also serious. If you are not sure, you can refuse. .

We are thinking of other solutions. ”

Huai Shi didn’t answer, she just looked at the movement in her hand, and suddenly asked, “Is this score important to you?”

Francisco did not speak.

And Huai Shi didn’t ask any more, just read silently. After a long time, he suddenly looked beside him: “Borrow it from the concert hall?”

In the corner, the person in charge who appeared out of nowhere has been waiting for a long time.

Hearing this at this moment, joy and expectation appeared on the old face.

“It’s all ready and waiting for you at any time, Your Excellency.”

Three minutes later, the door of the concert hall slowly opened.

On the spotless stage, everything has been prepared.

The preparation is flawless.

And the person in charge looked at the empty seat with regret and sighed silently. It’s a pity that the time is too rushed and there is no audience, otherwise I can gather enough old friends to enjoy this performance…

“No, that’s fine.”

Huai Shi waved her hand indifferently, took two steps, and looked at Ai Qing behind her suspiciously.

She was still standing outside the door, as if she had no intention of watching.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“No, go ahead, there won’t be any surprises anyway.” Ai Qing said, “I just have time, I plan to have a good talk with Miss Giselle.”

Although she didn’t say it explicitly, she still seemed to have some resistance to the concert hall.

unwilling to approach.

“Then I’ll be back soon.”

Huai Shi waved his hand and walked to the bandstand.

The door closed behind him.

Under the focused light, the dark movement seemed to come alive, and innumerable dark breaths extended from it, already entrenched in the entire concert hall, making Huai Shi’s movements stagnant.

Still, underestimated.

The obsession and curse contained in this piece of music.

Even at the very front of the auditorium, Francisco fidgeted a little bit, biting his nails, even more nervous than Huai Shi himself.

He had never seen this movement so active.

Violent, as if the strange things in it are about to break free from the shackles and choose people to devour.

A terrifying chill.

It was as if an invisible palm stretched out from the darkness behind him, stroking his cheek, pulling his soul, and whispering little by little.

come over! come over!

The familiar voice was shouting.

towards him.

–Come here!

Francisco shook his head: “Or…”

“let’s start.”

Huai Shi sat on the chair, held the bow of the cello, and stared down at the movement in front of her.

Also, behind those flowing notes, there are gloomy faces cast here faintly.

It’s like measuring the qualifications of the comers.

It’s just across the broken piece of music, as if across the gate of death, the obsession and madness of the deceased and the skill and talent of the living face each other.

The obsessions and curses lurking in the movement are awakening.

The movement composed of the souls of the dead opens the eyes of nothingness and examines its challenger.

At that moment, Huai Shi smiled and sounded the first note.

The dead silence was broken at this moment, and the shrill and sharp string sound like a cry of blood rose from Huai Shi’s hand, piercing through Francisco’s body like a sharp blade.

So he was ‘nailed’ in the audience.

The calamity musician’s instinct controlled his body, causing him to widen his eyes, give up hesitation, and concentrate on witnessing this performance performed by the soul!

He subconsciously gnawed at his fingernails, forgetting that his fingers were already dripping with blood.

The pupils reflect the performers under the spotlight.

Forgot to breathe.

“It’s so beautiful…”

That is like the sun, the burning soul!

Also, the brilliant light that stabbed his pupils…

When the shrill sound like ravaging the eardrums dissipated, a low melody like mourning sounded from the sound of the piano box, and the sound of nothingness turned into a torrent, engulfing everything.

Covers the entire concert hall.

The suffocation, like falling into a deep pool, followed, engraving the meaning of pain in it into the soul of every listener, and the first to bear the brunt…

It’s a player!

In the mournful and sad melody, Huai Shi has forgotten where he is.

In a trance, he seemed to see the silent turning of the music in front of him. From the interpretation of the melody, the outline of nothingness emerged from it, like a greedy and cruel spirit, entangled in him.

Little by little, it covered his body.

It’s like offering sacrifices!

Inquiring about the soul of the performer.

The chaotic and eerie notes overlapped and converged in the soul, inflicting pain and torment, bringing an insatiable hunger and thirst.

it says:

Give me your eyes!

The performance never stopped, and even without the slightest hesitation or pause, the mournful melody moved forward and made the most straightforward response.

Take it!

At that moment, the melody of nothingness seemed to be given life.

In the empty concert hall, it seemed so crowded at the moment.

Right in front, Francisco clearly felt alone, but it became so crowded here. There seemed to be countless spectators who cast their eyes from the dead end.

Witnessing all this…

As for Huai Shi, he was no longer visible.

Eyes are empty.

The melody played by the cello has been given life, and at the cost of giving up the eyes, the second movement is opened!

The hysterical joy and frenzy, from the intertwining of vibrato and Lenton bow, interprets the ecstasy of the composer’s twisted soul, as if opening the door to hell.

In the void, there was a chanting in response.

From the back of Huai Shi, incomplete outlines emerged, dedicated and enthusiastic singing – the musicians who were buried under this movement, and the audience who were listening to the end, are returning step by step. , to join this hearty frenzy to play.

And the price is—

Right foot.

Huai Shi’s movements continued, and the performance never stopped. He smiled, immersed in the performance, completely absorbed, and didn’t even care when he lost his right foot.

Take it!

Under the stage, Francisco’s expression distorted.

I feel like my soul is split.

Half of it is the happiness and joy of being fortunate to listen to the wonderful performance, but the other half is the compassion and regret for Huai Shi.

sorry Sorry sorry.

It’s all my fault!

But, it’s already… can’t stop.

That piece of music will continue to ask for more from the performer, to fill and complete itself, until the player loses everything and cannot continue.

Like a devil.

But the so-called art, isn’t that what it is? The so-called calamity musician should be like this!

He shuddered, longed, and looked up at the figure on the stage.

I was immersed in the melody he played, the sonorous sound like steel chirping, the magnificent humming like the rotation of the heavens and the earth, and even burning all the heroic tunes.

At that moment, the hungry movement stretched out his palm again.

Give me your heart!

Huai Shi was speechless, as if he had never heard of it. On the mutilated face, he grinned silently, his movements never stopped at all, and he performed with all his strength to complete the unfinished melody.

Take it!

Then, a thunder-like sound burst out from the performance, and the melody of nothingness was endowed with the heart, like a burning giant, striding forward in the self-interpretation.

Towards the end of death and the unknown, he roared towards the world.

In the empty concert hall, one figure after another appeared, and the viewers from **** were attracted by the call from the distance.

And just at the back of the auditorium, a chair was silently added, and the skinny man on the chair supported his chin and listened intently.

Beside him, the person in charge noticed his back and was shocked. He wanted to speak, but saw the unpleasant look in his eyes.

A skeleton-like finger was slightly raised.

“Shh!”

keep quiet.

Because, the performance at the cost of life is continuing!

And at that moment, the curse in the movement stretched out his hand for the last time.

Give me your soul!

The short gap between the passages passed by in a flash, and the passionate and frantic performance continued.

Huai Shi still lowered her head, without the slightest pause, her mutilated face seemed to be laughing silently.

The answer is-

——Take it!

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At this moment, the darkness identifiable to the naked eye has poured out from the crack of the door of the concert hall.

The entire huge building has been blocked by layers of mysteries, suppressing and preserving the spreading melody. If such a close distance leaks the 1/10,000th of the madness contained in it, I am afraid that the bureau will sound the alarm immediately.

Even through the door, you can detect the strange and terrifying changes.

But can’t imagine…

What exactly is happening!

In the reception room, Giselle was already restless, unable to concentrate on Ai Qing’s inquiry and negotiating conditions, and looked in the direction of the concert hall from time to time.

When Ai Qing calmly flipped the page again, Gisele couldn’t hold back her curiosity and confusion: “Aren’t you worried at all?

Francisco’s piece of music has devoured the souls of no less than six calamity musicians. It was a trap! Only Francisco is a fool to think it has any hope of being done.

But for more than ten years, he has found an unknown number of people, and none of them can complete the performance! ”

“What does that have to do with me?”

Ai Qing asked back: “It’s not me who is playing, and worrying is useless. Besides, why should I worry?”

“…”

Giselle was sluggish and incomprehensible.

“Could it be… you hate him?”

“Yeah, I hate it. Every time I see him, I feel troublesome. Every time I get dumped by him, I get a headache. When I talk to him, I can’t suppress my temper.

As long as I see that smug face, I want to sneer.

From the bottom of my heart, I don’t understand why there are such people in the world. ”

Ai Qing answered calmly: “Why, do you like him?”

Giselle was speechless.

But it can’t be denied—even at this moment, he is worried about Francisco’s obsession, but at the same time, he is also faintly worried about the opponent who has just defeated him twice and tortured him for half an hour.

It’s not because I’m worried about the possible follow-up revenge of the Heavenly Kingdom genealogy, nor because I’m afraid that the woman in front of me will be hostile to me because of this…

It’s just that I couldn’t bear to see him seek his own death.

She felt that there must be something wrong with her.

“There is nothing more cruel than art, Miss Giselle, as a painter of doomsday, you should have a deep understanding.”

Ai Qing looked at her and said calmly: “Whether it is music or painting, it is by no means the same beauty as it looks. On the contrary, the enjoyment you can get from it is a hundred times less than the torture you suffer.

With all the effort, the torment of contemplation, and the practice day after day, you still can’t take a step forward… You should already be familiar with that kind of despair. ”

Giselle closed her eyes.

The knuckles, already pinched, turned white.

True.

She couldn’t argue.

Those who are loved by art are just the poor creatures cursed by art.

I was immersed in the so-called aesthetics and art, running and chasing selflessly. When I came back to my senses, I found that I had nothing left.

And art is still so cold and unsympathetic.

Ai Qing also felt this kind of pain.

After Huai Shi became her mother’s student.

She finally understood why her mother refused to teach her the cello…

Since I can remember my name, I longed for my mother’s appearance, practiced and studied hard day after day, and thought I had achieved something and was proud.

The constant stream of trophies and appreciations, every smile, every compliment and applause, gave her some kind of illusion—ah, she was loved by art.

Maybe.

Maybe so?

However, there must be some people who will be favored more.

When she had been practicing the cello for four or five years in private, and was easily surpassed by Huai Shi in two or three months, she finally felt the despair of being powerless.

The love he got from his mother, the position he got from his own family, and his proudest musical talent, were all surpassed by that guy.

What I got was only a “number one” that Huai Shi pretended to give up in order to please himself.

A pitiful consolation prize.

Even if her mother died suddenly, Huai Shi only had the basics, but after so many years, she still only relied on self-study, without anyone’s guidance, to reach this level.

If you were still the same as before, you would definitely be jealous to the point of madness, right?

However, no matter how disgusted and conflicted, whenever I recalled the past, all I remembered was that young smiling face in the sun. So lamely holding the bow, holding the overly large instrument, showing the skills that have just been learned.

Such an expectant stare.

towards myself…

Ai Qing lowered her eyes and sighed silently.

“Even though it’s so painful, you still love it so much, don’t you?”

In contrast, the self who has learned to give up may not have had the opportunity to step into such a field from the very beginning, right?

“Don’t worry, Miss Giselle.” She turned over a page she hadn’t read at all, as if to herself: “I have confidence in how annoying he is.”

At that moment, the insignificant gate was rushing wildly from the soul that could not be bound.

The high-pitched and mighty melody spewed out from the darkness.

Here, sing to the world!

Even if the world kisses me bitterly…

The terrifying and eerie meaning has disappeared from the melody, and Huai Shi has broken away from the shackles of the score and filled the field that the creator has not yet completed.

Play a new movement with your own soul.

Just like in the dark and desolate world, when the huge sun wheel slowly rises, it sheds a dazzling and hot glow. As the strings chirped, the performance continued.

Even though everything has been taken away.

Eyes, limbs, guts, heart, and even soul!

Huai Shi has nothing left.

But in Francisco’s gaze, it seemed that he could see the corpses of the deceased dancing from the stage. Even if everything is taken away, the performance still does not stop!

No, it was precisely because everything was taken away that this performance really ushered in a climax!

take it!

Take it all, even if I lose everything, I will still chase it.

I will play! I will sing!

Even if you lose your soul!

But now, what is left here?

And what is playing all this?

What did you hear?

Francisco grabbed his face, dripping with blood, but he couldn’t feel the pain, because he was already involved in the melody.

I was immersed in this frenetic and solemn torrent.

Forget where you are.

As if running, abandoning everything and chasing after myself…

Until my soul burns to ashes in the flame of Huai Shi.

He finally saw what was waiting for him at the end of the road! But no matter how hard I try and how I chase, I can’t get close, I can’t cross this desperate distance…

But he has forgotten despair and hesitation.

Just running wildly, running wildly.

Until I lost all my strength, I didn’t feel afraid.

Satisfied, this painful and long dream has come to an end.

When the last lingering voices dissipated into the darkness, the spotlight slowly went out.

In the dead silence, there was a storm of applause.

Not only Francisco who woke up from a dream, but from the empty concert hall, the dead souls, the musicians watching in hell, and the remaining obsessions in the movement…

At this moment, they all unreservedly offered their applause and admiration to this performance that originated from desire and pursuit.

Cheers.

“I just said he has this talent, hahaha, I just said it.”

At the end of the auditorium, the belated viewers clapped their hands and said, “Although it’s still far from me, but at least it’s better than those guys who only stay up and make up the numbers, right?”

The person in charge, who was sweating profusely, lowered his head beside him.

Dare not to agree, nor to speak.

It wasn’t until the projection of the chair disappeared without a trace that he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the chair next to him, offering a belated appreciation to the performer.

And on that empty chair, the outline of nothingness reappeared.

Eyes, legs, hands, heart, and even soul…

As the movement recovered its incompleteness again, everything about Huai Shi came back and became complete.

Everything that I experienced just now seems to be just a fantasy.

It’s just that when I recalled everything in that dream, I couldn’t help smiling: “It’s really a fun and exciting journey.”

I want to do it again.

Even if he was too tired to hold the bow tightly.

But such a wonderful experience has already fascinated him.

Regrettably, the sheet music in front of him no longer responded to him. The movement that was originally complemented by the source quality of Huai Poetry has disappeared without a trace.

It was the obsession of the movement itself that rejected his completion.

This made Huai Shi confused and scratching his head, puzzled.

Are you not doing enough yourself?

What’s wrong?

Completely incomprehensible!

“Sure enough, it’s the same as what Paganini said.”

Francisco stroked the movement returned to him and said with emotion: “You have the ability to complete it, Mr. Huaishi, thank you.”

After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked, “What do you think this song… is talking about?”

“Well……”

Huai Shi pondered for a moment, then nodded and replied, “I think it’s probably a blessing.”

Francisco was stunned.

“Yes, blessings.”

Huai Shi said with certainty: “Blessings and expectations like a curse, but such obsessions are too exaggerated. It’s natural to make people afraid.

However, there are blessings in it, there is absolutely nothing wrong! ”

He stared at the manuscript in Francesco’s hands and sighed silently.

It was as if he could hear it again, and the soul contained in it roared in his ears.

Go chase!

Don’t hesitate any longer.

Overcome despair, endure torture, go to the future, even if you lose everything.

Even if there is nothing at the end of the road.

Because the so-called chasing road is like this, it is destined to be bumpy and meaningless, maybe it leads only to cliffs and destruction, which is meaningless.

But as far as chasing is concerned, chasing itself is the whole meaning.

So, don’t be afraid, don’t hesitate.

Don’t hesitate, latecomers, quickly set foot on the road ahead!

Because one day, you will also be able to appreciate such a vast scenery!

At this moment when he suddenly woke up, Francisco was already in tears.

“Who is his author?” Huai Shi asked curiously.

“It’s my teacher.”

Francisco closed his eyes and answered in a trembling voice: “Among the many disciples, he only left this nomination to me. I thought he… I had doubts…”

He was, perhaps, already disappointed with himself.

Such conjectures have surfaced countless times in the sleepless nights,

But now, when the mystery is revealed, he is even more remorseful.

Why didn’t I wake up to this earlier?

Why, when the teacher was dying, he couldn’t give an answer in person? !

“…”

After a long silence, Huai Shi sighed: “Sorry, it seems that I did unnecessary things.”

Perhaps this is the reason why the movement refused to complete the passage by itself.

This movement is meaningful only if Francisco completes it himself~www.mtlnovel.com~ The creator of the movement hopes that his proudest student can complete his posthumous work.

He hopes that the future Francisco can surpass himself!

This is the legacy left by the chasers.

“It’s ok.”

Francisco shook his head, wiped away his embarrassed tears, and smiled slightly: “Even if you already know the answer, chasing is still fun, isn’t it?”

“Thank you, Huaishi.”

He carefully put away the score, “I will verify it myself.”

someday…

He will go to the road that the teacher has not been before, to see the scenery they have not seen before.

Like those chasers of the past.

Just like the chasers who are about to set off in the future.

He couldn’t wait.

－－－－－－off topic－－－－－

My dream was to go to Repin.

To this day, I still have deep envy and admiration for those paintings that are full of genius and wonderful, as well as indescribably small jealousy.

Why can’t I?

Maybe it’s because I’ve given up.

Maybe Repin is not as good as I thought, maybe I’m really not that good.

But I still dream about it sometimes.

However, being able to dream is a good thing, I think so.

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