imperial psychologist

Chapter 637 Tomorrow will be better

After the sound of the rain subsided, the music by the water pavilion became much clearer than before. Chen Yicong stood there and listened for a while, feeling that the sound seemed to have some Zen.

This voice is not an ordinary opera tone, but has a bit of childish innocence, but the chorus erases some of the edges and corners of the words, making it difficult for people to understand the lyrics.

"What are they singing?" Chen Yicong turned around and asked.

"Back to the emperor, it's Baihuaya's new song "Spring Song". I don't know which Buddhist temple they got the lyrics from. It's really a good song." The companion laughed, "If the emperor is interested, you can take a look at it." .”

Just as Chen Yicong was about to refuse, he heard the man say, "Since we have sung "Spring Song", the song and dance tonight is almost over, and there won't be a long delay."

Chen Yicong thought for a while, and motioned for that person to lead the way.

The group slowly headed south.

Along the way, the song "Spring Song" has not stopped.

There are no strings in the accompaniment, only the slow and low-pitched drumming, which makes the child's voice even more distant, and has a somewhat independent fairy air.

When they reached only one wall, Chen Yicong finally heard what these children's voices were singing.

"There are flowers in spring and moon in autumn..." he softly said, "There is cool wind in summer and snow in winter. If you have nothing to worry about, it is a good season in the world."

It turned out that the non-stop singing from just now was just singing these four sentences over and over again.

However, for some reason, the repetition of this singing voice does not make people feel bored, but instead makes people's whole heart calm down.

Chen Yicong stood outside the courtyard for a while, and heard the singing inside gradually weaken, and then everything fell into silence again. He approached the hollowed-out window on the stone wall with some reluctance, and looked inside.

He saw about twenty children standing on the stage, they were wearing white gauze skirts, holding a small lantern in their hands.The deep lake under the water pavilion reflects this spark, and the autumn rain makes everything look hazy like a fairyland.

The previous drums sounded slowly again, different from the low and dark ones before, this time the drums were much tighter and more majestic, just like the confrontation of war drums on the battlefield, occasionally one or two untuned strings sounded suddenly, like this bleak autumn wind Sweeping thousands of miles of fallen leaves.

The sound of the drums on both sides became more and more intense, and just when the sound of the drums was about to climb to the highest and most intense peak, a quiet and intense golden instrument suddenly sounded.

It seemed to be a chime bell or a bronze chime. The melodious golden sound suddenly broke the drumbeat and lingered and echoed over the entire courtyard. The children holding lanterns immediately followed the music and sang: "There is a thousand rivers!" Thousands of rivers and moons, thousands of miles of cloudless sky..."

Just like the previous "Spring Song", this song is just chanting this sentence over and over again, but the tune is more varied than the previous song.

Surrounded by such singing, Chen Yicong felt that the whole world seemed to have stopped.

"This song is "A Thousand Moons in the River"," the person on the side said in a timely manner, "It is also a Buddhist prayer."

Chen Yicong lowered his eyes slightly.

The children standing on the stage at this moment probably don't understand the meaning of the song they are singing, including the idle love in the last spring song...

If it were four years ago, he would probably just feel bored.

However, the world is changing and time is passing by, and he will start to be moved by this seemingly non-existent Zen.

The reality and distance, ephemerality and eternity in the song all truly fell on Chen Yicong's heart.

Perhaps this kind of song should be sung by children. It is precisely because children do not understand that they sing ruthlessly.And this ruthlessness... Chen Yicong was a little confused, just now he felt lonely because of the ruthlessness of worldly affairs, but at this moment he suddenly felt comforted.

"Which brand name of Baihuaya is this singing and dancing?" Chen Yicong asked with some concern.

"Oh, to report back to Your Majesty, it's the name Lan." The official on the side replied softly.

Chen Yicong felt a buzzing in his head.

He suddenly recalled Bo Ling's previous memorial. Her statement was vague, and she only said that she hoped that Eunuch Yuan could help her clear some obstacles during this time, so that she could make some attempts of her own.

... Is this what Berlin is trying to do?

Chen Yicong suddenly burst out laughing.

He slowly stretched out his hand, leaned against the wall, and looked at the girls in white dresses again.

What should he say...is he worthy of Berlin?
With such a long distance, Chen Yicong couldn't see their facial features clearly. Everyone looked similar in the night, but none of them were smiling or making expressions. They stood there with lanterns in their hands, watching It sounds cold and distant.

He always felt like he had seen such a white dress before.

Perhaps seeing Berlin crossing.

"...Is the person from Lan Zihao here?" Chen Yicong said in a low voice.

"Here we come, just sit down." The accompanying officials pointed at him, and Chen Yicong followed the trend, but couldn't see anything clearly.

Chen Yicong had a complicated expression. He could hear the children's voice on the stage gradually weakening again. He realized that the song "A Thousand River Moon" had probably reached the end, so he took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of determination.

"Take me to have a look. I... want to see who can perform such a song and dance."

"Yes, I will send someone to call them in a while." The person on the side said softly, "However, there are many people in this place. If the emperor wants to see them, how about going to the nearby reception room?"

"Alright." Chen Yicong nodded, "... By the way, when you go to call someone, don't tell them that the person you want to see is me."

Chen Yicong made such a request out of nowhere, and when he saw the confused expression on the faces of the accompanying officials, he immediately regretted saying this.

In this sanatorium, the officials in charge are going to send a message, so why don't people from the Lan brand come?

He has something to hide... Even if he doesn't say it now, he will know when he meets him.

Chen Yicong coughed lightly, "...I'm afraid I might scare them."

"Oh," the officials on the side suddenly realized, "The emperor is really generous to others. I understand that there is another song in the future, and it may take a while... If the emperor is tired, I will take you to rest nearby."

"No need." Chen Yicong shook his head, he looked at the stage again, "Since there is only one song left, I will finish listening here."

The little girls on the stage put down the lanterns, took out the candles inside, and held them carefully in their hands.

The light of the candles was reflected on each of them's faces, and suddenly a childish voice in the crowd spoke first, but the rain was heavier now, and Chen Yicong felt a little unclear again.

He put his ear against the window, but then he could only give up—it was too difficult to hear the female solo clearly through the rain curtain.

He had to stand there with some regret and listen to the melody until the final chorus.

In the repeated singing of the girls, he could barely hear the last line, "Let us hope that tomorrow will be better."

(End of this chapter)