Silent Crown Chapter 102: Vent

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan stared at the characters and patterns on the blackboard, as if in a trance, thinking about something. (Baidu search network update is the fastest and most stable)

"Teacher, we have to interpret so many ancient documents and understand the world before, but what's the point of this? I suddenly don't understand."

Ye Qingxuan asked, "We spent so much time studying and researching interpretation, but what is it for?"

"To find an explanation."

Abraham replied, "To explain something."

"Explanation? To be honest, teacher, what I need most now is an explanation."

Ye Qingxuan leaned on the chair exhaustedly, closing his eyes in depression: "Since I returned to Avalon, I have always encountered something.

Some... very bad things.

It's like suddenly coming to a world of monsters. Many things have become unfamiliar, and everyone has become unable to communicate and understand.

Even I don’t even know how to look at the world. "

He recalled the wild laughs and hoarse voices in his memory, and bowed his head exhaustedly.

"It is clear that everything is normal, but why did it become like this during the **? In other words, I have been living in hallucinations. Is this the true face of this world?

Is it them who is wrong, or me? "

It was like the memory suddenly awakened, dragging him back to that hapless day.

There, Werner the dwarf dog looked at him with blood on his face.

But even if it is painful. He also grinned wildly, distorted like a devil, shouting in his ear:

"Now the entire gang in Xiacheng District wants your dog's life! Do you think it's useful to spare me? I will spare you if I spare my life? Don't be naive... Now everyone in Xiacheng District thinks Take your life!

"You are innocent? Can innocent people not die?"

"Where do you think this is? This is Avalon!"

Suddenly. Werner changed, swelled up, and turned into a hideous black shadow, holding up the bone saw, chopping the corpse, and splattering plasma.

Immediately afterwards, it was dark again. In the deep fog of the night, a shadow like an evil spirit was chasing after him. The sharp voice echoed in my ears.

Purification, purification, purification...

Obviously, I want to make sense, but there is no reason to tell. I just want to buy something on the street and I will be chased by a group of people inexplicably. Obviously just want to help people. However, he has to be separated and purified.

This damned world becomes inexplicable and incomprehensible in an instant...

"I don't understand, teacher."

Ye Qingxuan asked: "Where is the problem?"

"This world is complicated, leaves. Sometimes, we need something to help us understand it."

Abraham looked at him: "When I was young, I often felt confused and scared about some things. The world changes so fast, and other people's thoughts become so fast. But I am always slow and can't understand.

I studied interpretation because of this. I wanted to find a way to understand those things. Find a solution.

At least. If you can understand them, you will no longer be afraid. "

"Teacher, did you find it?" Ye Qingxuan raised his head and asked.

Abraham smiled bitterly, and did not answer.

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Late night. It was converted into the basement of the piano room.

The sharp notes are like a chain saw cutting metal. They reverberate in the underground space, full of indescribable irritability and depression, which is disturbing.

Before the piano, the absent-minded young man played the keys in front of him stiffly.

The rhythm and melody that Charles repeatedly reiterated was completely out of play.

"Stop, stop, leaves. Stop first."

Charle reached out to stop him and shook his head. "Ye Zi, is this the piano you play? I don't know if I thought you would smash something again..."

Ye Qingxuan retracted his palm in a dull manner, "I'm sorry, a little distracted."

"I know you are very irritable, but you can't do it anymore." Charles stretched out his hand and handed him an orange:

"Come, eat some fruit, calm down."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "I just want to find a solution."

"Did you find it?"

"Nothing."

Ye Qingxuan exhaled irritably, his ten fingers slammed on the keyboard like a hammer:

"——So, I plan to vent!"

The sharp sound like the friction of an iron piece sounded again, with a lingering sound of mania and anger.

There is no way to play here!

Charle shook his head, sighed, and left quietly, closing the door for him: At this time, it's better to let him calm down.

But in the silent basement, the chaotic sound of the piano, such as the friction of iron pieces and gravel, still reverberates. The sharp melody at the turning point carries indescribable depression and despair, which is creepy.

A large number of tritone paragraphs are constantly emerging in the chaotic playing, like the whispers of countless people. The sound of the piano drove away all the warmth and sunlight, just like a cold dark night.

In the dark night described by the sound of the piano, countless gloomy and manic feelings shrouded the sky like black clouds, turning the whole world into eternal darkness.

Every time the manic sound of the piano jumps, it flashes between heaven and earth like angry thunder.

Unconsciously, Ye Qingxuan began to play the score engraved in his memory.

Only this time, it was pure venting.

No longer care about the composition, no longer care about the notes, no longer think about sensing and controlling the ether, and put aside all scruples.

Ye Qingxuan just tilted the mania in his heart angrily and intently.

In the darkness, only a sharp piano sounded.

The helplessness, confusion, confusion, and anger that have accumulated in his heart and soul for the past few days have been vented vividly in this lonely piano.

Like a madman dancing, desperately smashing everything within reach, bringing a series of broken sounds. Shattered tranquility, shattered reason. All restraints were smashed.

The anxiety and depression contained in "Black Friday" have been interpreted to the extreme in this chaotic mess. He had never understood the anger and... helplessness contained in this piece of music.

From the helpless predicament, confusion was born, confusion generated anxiety, and anxiety was brewing mania. Anger sprouts, followed by hysterical rage.

But when the performance soared to the maximum*, the sharp voice suddenly dropped.

The intermittent, angry, maddening voice became faint, like a low whisper that lingered in my ears.

It's like something brewing in the sound of nothingness, so I drained all the power in it, and even the human mind wanted to pull into it.

Obviously, he didn't focus on manipulating, but Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but immersed himself in playing.

He couldn't even tell whether he was playing this piece. It was this tune that was tempting him, tempting his reason to go deeper into this melody.

It's like peeling off the shell layer after layer. Lifting off the layers of disguise, his mind gradually sank into this whispering melody, fully absorbing the meaning of every note and every measure.

He began to think.

This kind of sharp and broken dark melody. What kind of things do you want to portray?

Is it angry? Is it manic? Is it depression? Is it fear? Is it an unpleasant resentment? Is it solitary loneliness? Or the despair of having no love?

No, neither.

At that moment, an electric light ran across his heart, piercing through all the mysteries and confusion, tearing up all doubts and confusion.

The flash of an instant illuminates the ‘reality. ’

Ye Qingxuan suffocated suddenly, opened his eyes in astonishment: "Is it guilt?"

Yes, it's guilt.

That is the ‘pain’ that time does not wait for me, it’s to gamble everything I want to save. In the end, "despair" was in vain. It’s the ‘involuntary’ who betrayed his beloved family’s love

It’s the ‘incapable’ that I can’t do and I can’t find a chance to make up for it after I missed it. It’s the ‘guilt’ that I can’t do.

Guilty, guilt. Guilt, guilt...

In the dark movement, every note jumps, every interval change is filled with guilt like weeping blood.

At that moment, the ‘spirit’ brewing in the melody finally emerged from the plain notes. Suddenly, the melody changed frantically.

It's like the stagnant water suddenly makes waves. Suddenly, a collision of will shining brightly in a body of incomprehensibility and ignorance. That is the life of this dark movement, the ‘spirituality’ brewed in the melody!

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Outside the door. The departing Charles went back and forth holding a lot of fruits, wandering outside the door anxiously.

Junior Brother didn’t know what irritation he was experiencing when he went out this time. The whole person’s style of painting has changed. Every day he shuts himself in the basement and reads books, which makes people worry.

In order to appease him, Schalter returned with a bunch of fruits from the backyard of the Change Academy, intending to fill the guy's stomach first, and was talking with him about psychological counseling. But when he made up his mind and opened the door, his actions suddenly stopped.

The dark melody flowed out from the space behind the door, as if weeping, lingering in his ears, as if he had come alive, turning into a resentful spirit and singing softly, singing heartbreaking music.

He was stiff in place, and the fruit fell on the ground, but Charles didn't care about his distress. Instead, his eyes grew bigger and bigger, almost jumping out of his eye sockets.

This is...what the hell? !

Spiritual resonance? Are you kidding me?

Charles felt that there was a problem with his ears: this guy shut himself in the basement~IndoMTL.com~ smashed a piano like a vent, and entered into a state where so many musicians could not meet, and the "spirituality" in the movement Resonated?

From an unfounded apprentice, he almost mastered the essence of the movement. And still such a dark, extreme, desperate dark movement?

His expression twitched, and he closed the door carefully, not daring to interrupt Ye Qingxuan's state of indescribable epiphany.

He tiptoedly picked up the fruit on the ground and returned to the living room, chewing the banana dullly, unconsciously.

In the corner, the girl who helped Lao Fei brush her hair turned her head and saw his appearance, and she was confused: "What's wrong with Charles? It seems like her girlfriend was abducted..."

"Nothing..."

Charles muttered numbly. After a long time, he slapped himself twice, sure that he was not dreaming again, and couldn't help but slap his thigh and sighed:

"Seeing a ghost!" (to be continued)