Sang Tu Doomsday

After everything was over, I took him to bed and hugged him to sleep together.It didn't take long before he fell asleep.

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These days I have been researching how to bring out the full power of the song, and I am convinced that it is not just what I see.

I have repeatedly researched to no avail, and suddenly thought that in ancient times, someone used blood as a sacrifice to forge a magic sword. Is it possible for me to do it now?

I found a sharp weapon and cut the palm of my hand, and let the blood drip on the body of the flute, but the flute did not respond obviously, only the dripping blood did not continue, but was absorbed by it, and painted along the lines. Rune, the light is getting brighter and more dazzling.

I didn't stop the blood flow, but made another cut to make the blood flow more turbulent. I didn't know much about it, but I was emotionally churning.

"kill!"

Suddenly, a roar came from the bottom of my heart, like the last roar of a general who died in battle.

I felt that I was almost controlled by it. This force was unexpectedly violent, but at the last moment another force held me. This force was not like before, very gentle, tolerant and intimate.

I want to combine the two forces, just like yin and yang, everything has yin and yang, yin and yang must depend on each other, if there is yin, there must be yang, and if there is yang, there must be yin...

There is a boundary beyond the sky, called Huanyu.Its root is Tao.Lao Dan once said: Dao can be Tao, but it is very Tao; name can be named, but it is very famous.Therefore, it is an illusion.The Tao is invisible, it exists in the world, and there is no escape.The heaven and the earth have its own way, let the two instruments develop, transform yin and yang, multiply the four phenomena, suppress the five elements, and reincarnate the world.Combine the gossip again, and respond to the eight shortages.All things are in their own way, without desire to fight, to see little, to meditate and rest, to cultivate.

These few words suddenly appeared in my mind, and I followed them unconsciously: "There is a boundary beyond the sky, called the universe. Its foundation is Tao. Lao Dan once said: Tao can be Tao, it is very Tao; name can be named, it is very famous Therefore, it is an illusion. Dao has no form, exists in the world, and has no escape. Heaven and earth have their own way, let the two forms evolve, transform yin and yang, multiply the four phenomena, suppress the five elements, and reincarnate the world. Combined with the eight trigrams, it responds to the eight wastes..."

It feels like a long time has passed, but it is actually a moment of effort.The body of the flute became brighter and brighter, and those runes seemed to have life, floating involuntarily, floating into the air and slowly emerging a complete song.Unlike all the scores I have seen, this piece is obscure and difficult to understand.I couldn't even comprehend or read the meaning of what he was saying. . .

I can only write him down with my heart, and think about it slowly in the future.And that song also dissipated in the air like a spot of light.If this piece of music is the real score, is the original score just to call it out...

The flute in his hand disappeared at some point, only in the palm of his hand was the same rune as on the body of the flute.As soon as you move your fingers, you can feel the warm touch of the flute between your fingers.After a while, it dissipated into the air again.

I walked to the table and wanted to copy the music score, but when I wrote it, I suddenly felt that my hands were heavy. After writing for a long time, it was only a few rhythms, and my back was already soaked.

I put down my pen and kneaded my sore arm. At this time, Tu Qin just pushed the door open and came in. He ignored the tea in his hand. Seeing my blood-soaked hands, his eyes immediately turned red. He brought hot water and gauze. After carefully cleaning the wound and bandaging the wound, he just sat aside and refused to speak, looking sullen.

I went over and rubbed his head, "Okay, it's not a big deal."

He looked up at me.The voice was muffled, "Brother can use my blood..." After a while, he gently pulled my hand down, "Brother, will you use mine next time?"

I shook my head, seeing that he was in a hurry, so I said, "No need. Only this time, not as an example."

He looked at me, as if he wanted to see if it was true or not, and I let him look. After a long time, he slowly lost his breath like a frustrated duck.I was a little amused, and dragged him to the desk, "See how you've been practicing calligraphy these days."

Seeing him write my name in a decent way, and looking at his own, it is obvious that he has not practiced hard.His intentions couldn't be more obvious.

The two names looked extremely incompatible next to each other, and his expression looked listless. I smiled, took the pen from him, held him in my arms, and drew a picture on the two names. Canoe on the river.

I asked him to grab the pen again, and I wrote his name while holding it in my hand.

Tu Qin was a little ashamed, obviously he didn't do it himself, but if his brother made such a change, he might sell it for a lot of money... Bah, bah, bah!Of course my brother's paintings are hidden, so how can I sell them!

He thought a lot in his heart, and it fully showed on his face. I saw the tangled look on his face, and I knew everything without saying it.

"The painting is here. You can take a look at it whenever you want. If you like it, you can give it to you. It was originally written by you."

"Brother... send me?"

I nodded slightly. "It's not a valuable thing. A painting is only valuable if you like it."

He seemed happy, rubbing his fingers slowly over the painting, and I let him go.Slowly sketching that song in my mind, it slowly took shape in my mind, and then slowly turned into nothingness, I still couldn't touch his real shape.

I shook my head and patted the idea out of my head. I always felt that it was too complicated to think about it. In fact, it was very simple, but it was always accidentally drawn into it.

"What is brother thinking?"

When I opened my eyes, I saw him hiding in front of me, twisting my trouser legs with his fingers, like a puppy begging for food, and I pulled him up from the ground.

"It's nothing."

He didn't ask, but the worried little eyes drifted over from time to time.I had no choice but to say again, "I was thinking of teaching you some tunes."

His eyes lit up as soon as he heard it, "My brother taught me well!"

"Ah."

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You can't see the nine-to-five here, so the ancients had to keep track of the day with strokes. Now, looking at the strokes on the wall, it has been half a year.

In the past six months, I have studied that piece every day. Although I can't say that I know its essence, I am quite proficient.But I still don’t understand the rhythm of that piece, so I can only play it completely. I have also copied that rhythm, day after day, and now there are several pages.

In his spare time, he also used the sound of the flute to take Tu Qin to float across the entire mountain forest, but at the end he circled back to the distance.

Is this a circle, or is there some magic that traps us and prevents us from going further?

After a few days, I taught Tu Qin a simple piece of music. As long as you practice hard, you will become proficient. Although the piano piece depends on your talent, simple playing is still feasible.

He also practiced quite seriously, taking it out to practice when he had nothing to do, and now he is quite proficient in practicing, but there are some turning points and occasional breaks.At this time, he will practice a few more times there.

In the past two days, the rune on my palm has become more and more obvious. I feel some signs of loosening. What is it?

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Sometimes Tu Qin would rest softly on my chest, pick up the flute and play the tune I taught him.I always like to tease him, pinch his waist, he is ticklish, and I stop when he can't stand laughing.

That day when he was leaning against me, a small water polo slowly condensed out of the phone. I looked at it strangely, and touched it with my hand. my palm.

Tu Qin was so shocked, another water polo condensed and approached me, still scattered, and slowly melted into my palm.Waiting for him to try again, I turned my hand away to prevent him from touching it.

"Don't try again, don't you feel dizzy?"

He shook his head, "But it's useful for my brother..."

I pressed him, "No discussion!"

He pursed his mouth, looking a little disappointed, finally able to help his brother...

I touched his head and let him lean on my body and gently massage the acupuncture points.It seemed a little comfortable, he hummed twice, and slowly fell asleep leaning against me.

I always feel that it is good to live like this, but my heart is always uneasy, so I yearn for strength...

His feelings came suddenly and passionately, and sometimes I was afraid that it was just his young impulse, but I believed his feelings unreasonably.

He is always chasing after me, hoping to catch up with me one day. His feelings are warm and pure, as if they have been accumulated for thousands of years.

Absurd thoughts linger in my mind, always thinking, if a person has a previous life, what would he be?

───cat

Wandering in my mind for no reason, but never suspecting that if he was a cat, he must be the most well-behaved...

These contradictory and reasonable imaginations are turning around in my mind, and I always think of them when I meditate.I always want to treat him better, better...

From the initial inadvertence to the present unforgettable, it still seems like he carefully planned, one stroke at a time, slowly planning, but he also counted himself in it, all kinds of things in it...

At all costs let me remember... Who actually won?

When he came back to his senses, the corners of his eyes slipped.

I hold him tightly in my arms, it's his fault, my fault, and I don't regret it.If he is the catastrophe in my life, I would like to never get through and perish together with him. . . .

Tu Qin rubbed his blurry eyes just after waking up, and his brother was still in a trance, so he leaned over and slowly licked his lips.

... It was like having a nightmare, in which there were ups and downs in the dream, and I never wanted to wake up.There was a warm touch on his lips, it was Tu Qin who was licking slowly, I pried open his mouth, poked it in and plundered it, he didn't resist, and slowly catered to me, sensing my preferences.

After the kiss, his clothes were half-faded and he leaned against me. He looked delicious, and I almost swallowed him, tossing every night, if it was daytime... I don’t know how long his small body can last round.

"Brother don't want it?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on." I smiled slowly.

He suddenly blushed, and said nothing.

I just hugged him and calmed down slowly, but he always liked to rub against me, resting his head on my neck and moving restlessly, I held him down and ruffled his black hair.

Whenever this happens, he will lean against me quietly, motionless, like a cat...