Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 1148 Black Sunday (67)
He Kaifeng is the chief director in charge of the celebration. He is sitting in the waiting corner on the right side of the stage. I am sitting on the farthest seat in the second row. Dong Chuhan's eyes just fall on me.

Dong Chuhan will play two pieces of music tonight, and none of them are his own original works. Dong Chuhan once again violated the principles he has always adhered to in the past.

The first one is the famous Chinese song "Liang Zhu". There is a well-known story about Liang Zhu. The feelings of the whole song range from the meeting of the main character, reading with classmates, fighting against fate, and ending with tragedy. It is a very story-telling song. track.

This reminds me of the story of "Black Sunday". The love between Lager and Ina also ends in tragedy, but at the end of the song, there is a beautiful wish to transform into a butterfly and stay in two places. I think this song is his The voice of your heart, right?

Dong Chuhan looked at me intently and affectionately from the beginning. His slender fingers gracefully dropped and picked up the keys.

The music sounds beautiful and soothing, sometimes warm and cheerful, sometimes full of sadness and anger, sometimes hesitant to speak, slowly climbing up and falling down slowly, and finally ends with the dream of turning into a butterfly, ending his first song.

After the first song, the audience burst into warm applause. I stood up and applauded to express my respect for the art of music. Dong Chuhan bowed slightly and nodded like a gentleman.

Siemens walked to the stage again with a smile and announced the second piece Dong Chuhan was going to play, Mozart's "Turkish March".

After the announcement, Siemens winked at me and said to me behind Dong Chuhan's back: "Come on!"

At this time, He Kaifeng's face was serious, and he felt very tight.

For the second piece of music, Dong Chuhan closed his eyes and then raised his hand to play on the piano. The music was still beautiful and beautiful.

Dong Yuhan is extremely talented in music, he can change a piece of music without anyone noticing, and let you be hypnotized unsuspectingly.

Before he even started to change his tone, I had already begun to inoculate myself.

I silently took out the pendant around my neck from my clothes, the skull-shaped Flame King Token pendant. The Flame King Token has followed me around for more than a year, and I have never taken it off.

Although it has lost the power to summon Buddha's light, it is like He Kaifeng's shadow, accompanying me like an amulet and giving me a sense of security.

I held the Yanwang Ling and thought wholeheartedly about the face that haunted me: Kaifeng, even if you are out of your mind and can't hear what I say, I still want to tell you how much I love you.

I love your domineering, I love your coldness, I love your helplessness when you call me a fool, I love the twinkling eyes when you lie, I love everything about you, even if the seas and rocks rot, the stars shift, and time and space change, it can't change my search. Are you determined to come back to us?

Thinking of him and the beautiful scene of loving him, I could even hear my own heartbeat beating crazily.

My ears and my heart have been completely unaffected by Dong Yuhan's music, so he has already finished playing Black Sunday, and I haven't escaped from the emotion of missing Kaifeng.

"My Ina, come on, come back to me?"

The surroundings suddenly became unusually quiet, and a voice similar to Dong Chuhan's, but not unlike Dong Chuhan's, sounded on the stage.

I woke up suddenly, but I didn't dare to open my eyes too quickly, because I knew that I was "Ina" now.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked towards the stage pretending to be in a trance.

At this time, Dong Chuhan was holding out a hand, smiling affectionately, inviting "Yina".

(End of this chapter)