Ghost Scripture: Yin-yang Anecdote - Chapter 444

After the donkey sat down, Helen continued to guide the audience to understand and experience today’s theme “love and betrayal”.

I have to say that their way of expression is very unique. They express this theme incisively and vividly in a very short time. At the same time, I also know that the more than ten plastic dummies in wedding dress are not misplaced. They were originally placed here to assist in expression.

Several of Helen’s assistants took out several barrels of red liquid from a small separated room behind the whiteboard. It looked like blood, but there was no smell of blood. It should be mixed paint or red ink.

They spilled these paints on the white wedding dresses worn by the plastic mannequins, and immediately dyed the beautiful and white wedding dresses with red stains, which looked very strange and disgusting. Helen herself took a bucket and painted it on her Princess dress wedding dress with her hand, saying: “Wedding dress is our woman’s wedding dress and a symbol of purity. She represents pure love and pure marriage, while blood represents women’s efforts for love and the harm brought to women by betrayal. These betrayals pollute these pure wedding dresses and pure love.”

When I said these words, Helen’s wedding dress had changed from white to terrible, and I didn’t know whether it was the psychological hint brought by Helen’s words or whether the wedding dress had this meaning. Anyway, the wedding dress polluted by blood looked miserable and evil, which made me have a very complex sense of contradiction. This feeling was so strong that I couldn’t breathe It doesn’t start smoothly.

Even my nervous man has this feeling, not to mention those sensitive and slender women. In addition to Sanmei and Jinlihua, they all seem a little excited. Some people are sad, some are angry, some bite their teeth, some cry, and their performances are different, but they are obviously guided by Helen’s language and the influence of these bloody wedding clothes. Some of their emotions begin to get out of control 。

Seeing these scenes, brother donkey leaned his head over and whispered, “she’s arousing these people’s subconscious emotions.”

“What? Subconscious and emotion?” I asked.

“Yes, and when the subconscious works, it often inspires people’s creative inspiration. Many famous songs in history are composed unconsciously when the author is immersed in sadness, joy and missing, that is, when the subconscious replaces the consciousness.” after brother donkey explained, I finally understood some.

“What do you mean? They’re going to start writing next?”

“Right,” brother donkey nodded.

Sure enough, the Helen sat in front of the piano in those wedding dresses that were about to turn red and began to play the piano without expression.

The music she played this time, whether Sanmei, who is proficient in rhythm, or brother donkey, who is erudite, can’t hear the origin, because it’s not any famous music anymore. Helen is improvising according to today’s theme “love and betrayal” and her own musical skills.

Although I didn’t understand music, I could easily understand the content of Helen’s music and a story she was telling with music after listening to Helen’s language introduction and paving the way for the atmosphere, coupled with those miserable and strange blood wedding clothes.

The beginning of the music is very beautiful. The romantic melody tells a romantic encounter. This music is full of hazy and flexible. It is like a girl in love. With a vision of happiness, she devotes herself to a period of emotion.

After the prelude, the music rhythm obviously accelerated and became more enthusiastic. It seemed to be telling the story of young men and women in love. I didn’t know whether it was my illusion or that there was such a meaning in the music. I actually heard the warm scene of men’s love and women’s love. Originally, I thought it was my own fantasy, but when I saw that Sanmei had a crimson face, I knew that I had made a judgment You’re right.

After a long warm rhythm, the tune began to become long and sad, and the rhythm slowed down. It seems that the male and female protagonists in the story have passed the period of love and entered the period of emotional indifference. In this music, there is helplessness, struggle and nostalgia, as well as a fear and confrontation of tomorrow.

After the flat tune, the rhythm is accelerated again. This time, the main tone and the sub tone have a distinct correspondence. On the one hand, they are resolute and decisive, and on the other hand, they are difficult to give up. The two feelings are entangled together, and finally stop suddenly in a long note.

Originally, I thought the song would end here and was about to applaud, but Sanmei suddenly pressed my hand and shook her head at me: “it’s not over yet.”

San Mei has just finished this sentence, and the fifth paragraph of music begins, if it can be called music.

The player has completely separated from the scope of music. His voice is messy, harsh and crazy, which seems to torture everyone’s nerves in the audience. Like a few and a half crazy people, he cried and laughed in his stupidity. The extremely harsh music lasted less than a minute. When I couldn’t help jumping up and throwing the chair, the tune began to become harsh and dull It was cold and gloomy. Each note was very long and depressed. It squeezed my nerves. It seemed that a desperate woman was crying blood.

There was no echo in the long cry, and the tune began to speed up again. It seemed that my blood circulation was accelerating. There was some fever on my face and body. The tune was fast enough to beat without pause and interruption, but the voice was terrible and desperate. I wanted to tear off my face, stutter into my mouth, chew it and then swallow it.

This crazy desperate note didn’t last long. The last long whine didn’t sound again this time. No matter Helen, who played, or more than a dozen students, or all the audience of more than 30 others, everyone entered a settled state, and the whole basement fell into silence. This terrible silence lasted for a few minutes, Nor was it broken.

In this quiet, I only realized one problem in my mind. The woman in the story committed suicide!!!

In the long dead silence, I heard someone sobbing. I didn’t know whether it was for herself or the woman in the music. Everyone began to applaud. Helen got up, wore the bloody wedding dress, bowed, and motioned a student with an instrument to improvise on the stage.

I don’t know whether it is related to the “subconscious mind is opened” said by brother donkey. Anyway, these people play the big violin or the Piano Saxophone. Although the stories expressed in the music are not so sad and beautiful, they also achieve the expected effect of these people, or melodious or gentle, or desolate or tragic, telling one sad and joyous love story after another.

Most of the people who tried to play and play the piano were women. The men present were mainly listening. After all, under the current situation, women’s aura was unprecedentedly strong. It is estimated that even if Richard Clayderman came, he would be too scared to play normally.

In the whole process of discussion and performance, I paid special attention to the white woman who appeared in my dream and did bloody self mutilation. She seemed to be particularly involved. She never broke her tears when listening or playing next. She was the most focused audience in the audience.

When the show ended at noon, I came up to her and said, “Hi, hello”

The woman listened to my voice, was stunned, and looked at the donkey next to me with disgust. It seems that the donkey spoke for all the men just now and offended the woman. From this point, it can also be seen that the woman is somewhat hostile to men.

“Hello” out of politeness, she replied, but the tone was not that at all. Instead, it was a bit like saying “stay away from me”.

“I have something I want to talk to you about. Why don’t we go for coffee?” I said with a crack.

The woman immediately looked at me with vigilance. I explained that she was at Starbucks in the college and was with several companions. She nodded reassuringly.

Out of the main building, I was illuminated by the sun, driving away the dark and cold feeling on the first floor underground. I don’t know why I always feel a little panic there, a little feeling of walking in the cemetery.

As it was Saturday, there were a lot of people in Starbucks, and the students in the art department were very stylish. We wore everything here, including windbreaker, hat, jacket and scarf. We finally found two tables and sat down separately.

Brother donkey and Jin Lihua sat together. They called Lao hei and others in the car outside the campus to come in and have some coffee and ham sandwiches for lunch.

I sat on a small round table with Sanmei and this white woman. She looked at me and Sanmei strangely and was a little unsure of our plans.

San Mei gave me a look and motioned me to say first. I cleared my throat: “Hello, well, how can I say it? I want to ask, did you have a nightmare last Monday night?”

“How do you know?” her words were equivalent to answering me. It was true.

“Well, it’s a little difficult to explain, and it’s a little beyond the scope of normal people’s understanding…” I was interrupted by her before I finished.

“Wait, no wonder I heard your voice familiar. God, it’s true.” she was surprised. She couldn’t speak. She covered her mouth with her hands. She didn’t seem to believe what she had just thought.

“Yes, yes, it’s true. I also remember seeing you in my dream and talking to you, so you will remember my voice.”

“How… How could it be… Who the hell are you?” she was a little excited.

“Don’t get excited. We have no malice. Can you talk about your situation? Can you also talk about the dream?” Sanmei held out her hand and gave her some comforting power.

“I’ve experienced some emotional problems and I can’t get out. I’ve seen psychologists many times and they suggested that I travel to solve them.” the woman lifted the sleeve of her shirt and revealed several scars on her wrist. They all look like knife wounds. The wound is very close to the wrist joint. It should be caused by self mutilation.

“Then I came here. I heard of a concert and went to it. That night I had a nightmare. I woke up in anger and my chest was depressed like an explosion. I wanted to find a way to vent my hatred, so I stabbed myself in the eyes with a knife.”

I went on and said, “I cut several more wounds with a knife.” I made two gestures on my face. It was the place where I cut myself when I saw the woman maiming herself in my dream.

She nodded in surprise and continued: “after I was blinded, I couldn’t see anything. In the dark, I heard the sound of opening the door, and then a man advised me to put down the knife. When I heard that it was a man, I thought it was a man who hurt me so badly, so I was out of control and rushed over with a knife.”

Three Mei and I looked at each other and realized a problem. It seems that the role of each other’s music is far more powerful than we thought