The storm kept coming, again and again, and each time was more violent than the last. Each time, it would be on the verge of death, but each time, it would stubbornly stand up and laugh wildly at the sky, mocking the heavens for never taking its life.
Drip …
This was the sound of tears falling. Unknowingly, their tears had flowed like a spring amidst the flute's music. The mournful flute's music made their hearts tremble at first, but it gradually turned into sharp knives that pierced into the depths of their hearts. It made their hearts ache, and even their souls trembled violently.
They felt the pain of despair, and the unyielding obsession of that young soul. Their hearts trembled more and more violently. They knew that they absolutely could not endure that kind of pain. They would rather choose to die in that heart-wrenching torture in order to find relief. However, that young creature endured it time and time again, and grew tenaciously, never even bringing his own pain to others. While their hearts ached, they began to feel ashamed. The pain they had experienced was so insignificant compared to what he had endured. His tenacity and strength made them feel ashamed.
The pain finally came to an end … because it suddenly fell into a deep sleep, and it slept so peacefully. In the darkness and silence, it greedily slept, until one year … two years … ten years passed.
At this moment, the final note of the flute's music rang out. When the jade flute left his lips, a sad and confused look flashed through his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash. In the next second, he had already put on a calm and elegant smile.
It was quiet, incomparably quiet. Even the wind seemed to have completely concealed its existence, not causing the slightest whistling of the wind. He did not break this atmosphere. Instead, he stood there with a smile, looking at the faces that were already wet with tears. Among them, there were young boys and girls, stern and solemn generals, old men with white hair and a ruddy complexion, and even Hua Zhentian and Emperor Long Yin.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
The crisp sound of clapping shattered the sad and despairing dream. As Long Yin clapped, the sound of clapping quickly became a sea of applause, mixed with the sobbing of young girls, spreading far and wide. The guards guarding the Heavenly Dragon Imperial Academy looked at each other in dismay, and the passersby who were passing by stopped to watch.
The applause of the Tianchen Continent was not as cheap as the applause of the modern Hua Xia. Only when they were extremely excited would they release their emotions in this way. For example … the moment when Tenryū Province defeated Dafeng Country. Ye Wuchen's amazing painting skills and Lin Xiao's amazing flute music did not attract applause, but at this moment, they actually gave their applause to the flute music without holding back.
Countless people were trying their best to wipe away the tears that they couldn't stop no matter how hard they tried. Countless people were already sobbing as they clapped their hands. They had truly felt what it meant to touch their hearts. It was this short piece of flute music that made them clearly feel the pain of despair and the sorrow of heartbreak.
Wang Wenshu was lying in Ye Wei's arms. Her tears wet his chest. She cried while her heart ached, "My poor Chen 'er … He must have suffered too much in his heart. I am such a failure as a mother. In the future … what should I do to make it up to my child …"
Ye Wei patted her back lightly. He did not say anything, but raised his head, trying to disperse the tears in his eyes. On the battlefield, he had been seriously injured many times. He had narrowly escaped death, but he did not shed a single tear. He had also seen many brothers who had been with him through life and death die in front of him. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, but he still did not shed a single tear. Ten years ago, his mother, who he had relied on for his whole life, passed away due to illness. He knelt on the ground for five days without eating or drinking until he passed out. Because he was an unyielding man of the Yeh family. He only shed blood, not tears.
But now, no matter how hard he tried to endure, there was still a drop of water that flowed out of his eyes and slowly slid down. That was because his heart was truly in too much pain. He had never known that the heart could actually be in such pain. Furthermore, this pain originated from the sound of a flute, originated from the person who played the flute. Without experiencing it for real, how could he possibly play such heart-wrenching grief?
Chen 'er … What have you experienced?
Hua Shuirou covered her face and cried like a pear blossom in the rain. Even the scarf on her body was completely soaked. Through her teary eyes, she looked at the man who was holding the jade flute that originally belonged to her. She actually had the urge to rush over and hug him. Even Hua Zhentian, who was next to her, rubbed his eyes a few times and mumbled to himself, "This flute music is really strange, too strange … Damn it, I can't take it anymore. My heart is suffocating. It's exactly the same as when my wife died."
In the corner, a trembling body asked with an even more shaky voice, "Chen 'er … Tell grandpa, this song … What's its name?"
In the entire square, only Ye Wuchen had a calm expression. He smiled and answered, "This song was composed on the spur of the moment. I didn't have the time to give it a name. It's fine if I don't want a name, because after I played it, I've completely forgotten about it. "
Such an earth-shattering song was actually composed on the spur of the moment … How amazing of a talent did one need to be to achieve this?! They were shocked, shocked to the extreme. Perhaps the shock that they had experienced in their entire lives added together was not as much as today. When they came here, they originally only wanted to watch a few exciting competitions and add some embellishments to their boring lives. They never thought that they would personally witness scenes that they would never have seen before, scenes that they couldn't even believe. They were worried that this was a dream because everything was so unreal. They were also afraid that this was a dream, afraid that this dream would disappear after they woke up from it.
Some of the people who traveled thousands of miles to Sky Dragon City to enjoy the feast for their eyes couldn't help but sigh. Coming to Sky Dragon City was such a wise choice.
"No! This song has never appeared in the history of Tian Chen City. Although you have already forgotten it, grandpa has firmly engraved it in my heart. I don't dare to forget a single note. Grandpa also believes that everyone here will remember it for the rest of their lives. Although it is impossible for anyone else to play it to the same level, it will definitely be remembered for hundreds of years to come. Everyone who loves the flute will know what the highest realm of the flute is. Chen'Er, please accept grandpa's request. If this song doesn't have a name, it will be one of my biggest regrets. "Wang Bo was getting more and more excited as he spoke. In the end, he had a pleading look on his face. As Long Yin's teacher, he had learned as much as the ocean. Today, his heart was completely subdued by one person, and that person was his grandson, Ye Wuchen.
"If that's the case, then this song will be called 'Memories of the Past'." Ye Wuchen said. He wasn't lying. The moment he finished the last note, he had completely forgotten about this song. Since it was a dream, why should he keep it in his heart? Since it was the past, then let it be. Back then, he was just a small blade of grass that could die at any time in a storm. Now, he had sworn to become a towering tree that could look down on the world.
Forget … Forget the blurry past, forget the confusion, forget the pain. When he was strong enough, the lost past would automatically appear in front of him.
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