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- Fei Yang was the first to open the special topic on the battle of the gods on the player, but when the new works sung by the kings and queens of the song and even performed by the song fathers in the special topic were presented in a dazzling array, Fei Yang But suddenly there was a sense of bewilderment and frustration——
The list is indeed full of big shots.
The works of a certain song father in Qin, the works of a certain song queen in Qi, the works of a certain song father in Chu, etc., can all be called Fei Yang's strong opponents in this battle of the gods.
It's just that there are so many works, whose song should I listen to first?
Some time ago, the sense of loneliness that arose because Jiang Kui was chosen to sing Xianyu's works suddenly hit my heart again.
It was only then that Fei Yang discovered to his astonishment that he had never regarded anyone else as an opponent except Xianyu.
Even if this is the battle of the gods.
Even other people are perverted.
Even if someone might be better than Xianyu.
For Fei Yang, it seems that defeating Xianyu is far more important than winning a battle of the gods championship song!
"Sure enough, I'm still coming straight to you."
The scroll wheel of the mouse was turning slightly, and Fei Yang murmured, his eyes flicked across the songs in the front row, and finally couldn't help but lock on Xianyu, it seemed that this was the only meaning for him to participate in the battle of the gods.
"I hope people will last forever."
Fei Yang read out the title of the song.
Without too much hesitation, he just clicked play amidst sighs and regrets.
Due to some objective reasons, although Xianyu was destined not to be his opponent this time, the sense of gap between his punches was so strong that even though Fei Yang knew that the opponent's work this time did not pose a threat to him, he still chose to fight first. Click on Xianyu's song.
"Lyricist: Xianyu"
"Composer: Xianyu"
"Singing: Jiang Kui"
Seems to fit Fei Yang's state of mind at the moment.
With the passage of subtitles in the early stage of the lyrics version, the prelude of "I wish you a long time" was played by the cello, and then seamlessly connected with piano music.
In the melodious music, there is a touch of melancholy, and a trace of inexplicable loneliness.
"oh?"
While Fei Yang adjusted the earphones to a more comfortable position, he couldn't help but whine sadly:
"Are you taking the lyrical route this time? Sure enough, you gave up on the charts. Last year's "Red Sun" was the most suitable song for the charts. It has a strong sense of rhythm, a high-spirited singing voice, and the prelude can draw the audience to that song. In the melody, the cells in the whole body can't help but cheer up, and it's well deserved to win the championship. Compared with this kind of lyricism, how can I"
Sudden!
Fei Yang's voice stopped.
He adjusted the gesture of the earphones, but also froze in the air.
This made his posture look extremely unnatural.
Through the extremely comfortable sponge cover of the earphones, the female voice coming from inside is as mellow as clouds and clouds, and as lazy as drinking to the moon, amplifying all the inexplicable emotions a little bit:
"When will the bright moon"
"Ask the sky for wine"
"I don't know the palace in the sky"
"What year is this eve"
Fei Yang's hand suddenly dropped.
Faintly, there was a clear and crisp sound of cracking silk.
All the loneliness and melancholy lingering in his heart were instantly shattered.
It seemed as if the thunder from the sky had split the black mist, and it was like a dazzling electric light piercing through Tianxin!
Slashed over without thinking!
Fei Yang was suddenly shocked!
He felt that everything around him had changed.
The computer and headphone cables were twisted a little bit, and I seemed to be standing in a dark void, with the sky thousands of miles high and the lone moon hanging high above my head, while a corner of the palace in the sky was looming in the mist, and there was a fairy sound coming from a trance.
Ethereal as promised, without the slightest smell of fireworks.
Fei Yang forgot everything, he felt unprecedentedly small.
In the vast universe, he is just an insignificant dust, drifting with the tide.
The piano is still playing.
The cello is still being laid.
He didn't take a sip of the cold coffee at the table.
In the not gorgeous arrangement, only the slightly upturned ending in each song still reminds Fei Yang:
?I am listening to Xianyu's new song, rather than comprehending some great way in the world.
He was shocked again.
The darkness and emptiness disappeared.
The computer and the long headphone cable are still in front of me.
It seemed that a moment of sobriety made the voice that rang in the ears clear this time, and the singing sounded like fireworks and breeze.
"I want to go home with the wind"
"Afraid of Qionglou Yuyu"
"It's too cold at the heights"
"Dancing to find out the shadow"
"Why does it seem to be in the world"
?It is no longer a faint fairy sound like a palace in the sky, but a human fireworks that step on reality, but still unavoidably refined.
this moment.
Fei Yang's pupils were shrinking extremely, and even the apex of his heart was trembling.
If the computer screen is turned off at this time, a face with an extremely exaggerated expression will definitely be reflected on the display screen.
When the song came to the point of "Turning to Zhuge, a low-key house, a sleepless night, there should be no hatred, what is going on in the future", Fei Yang's whole body was out of order.
who I am?
where am I?
What am I doing?
Obviously the singing was still going on, but Fei Yang's brain became blank little by little, he could hardly think, and seemed to have entered a wonderful philosophical state.
Then, his face became paler and paler.
The sound in the earphones gradually became winding and undulating, with thousands of turns, like a sigh from thousands of years ago, or even another time and space.
"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult in ancient times"
The music paves the transition without rush or slowness, like regret, more like a kind of relief.
When Fei Yang, who was listening to the song, woke up again, his hairs were standing on end, and he felt a tingling sensation from his scalp.
But the brain still doesn't listen.
However, the singing voice from Jiang Kui is not hoarse, and even somewhat depressed, but it seems to have a shocking power:
"Nung, moon and new moon."
Click!
Fei Yang suddenly stopped playing.
He first stayed silent for a while under the light, then he began to pant heavily, and finally he simply picked up the cold coffee and drank it all in one gulp.
"ah!"
?Cold coffee enters the lungs, ice-cold, sweet, astringent, bitter, bitter, spicy, and spicy. I didn't expect this instant coffee that was brewed lazily to taste all kinds of tastes.
It was only then that he felt that the oppressive air around him was a little bit more circulated, and he couldn't help but let out a loud cry.
Thinking back a little bit.
He can finally speak normally.
"What is this!"
He opened his mouth and let out a strange cry, as if he had more desire to express in the air, but he opened and closed his mouth for a long time, but he didn't say half a superfluous word in a daze.
bump.
While speaking, Fei Yang put down his cup.
His hands seemed to be trembling slightly.
The shaking became more and more severe until it became uncontrollable.
He accidentally knocked off the phone.
The phone fell to the ground, the screen lit up, and there were several cracks on it, obviously it had just been dropped.
However, Fei Yang's focus is not on the need to change the screen of the mobile phone——
This is a group chat interface.
The chat record just stopped at the line "I can kill the gods in the lyrics part" of Neon Dance.
Ding dong.
There happened to be a message reminder in the group, which was sent by Yin Dong, but there was no specific content, just a simple punctuation mark:
"?"
Fei Yang was a little out of breath again. He tried his best to control his trembling hands, desperately pressing on the already insensitive screen. The content was basically the same as Yin Dong's, but the amplitude was longer:
"?????????????"
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ps: I really want to finish it in one breath like before, but it is true that my state is limited, and I spend most of my time sitting dry. I wrote these two chapters for seven or eight hours today?
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