Galactic Garbage Station

In a university library, Deng Mintang was gathering to read the book. Pan Xue gasped and ran over. He was excited and tried to keep his voice down. “Mi Tang, why are you still in the mood to read the book? Something big is happening. ”

“What's the big deal?” Deng Mintang stunned.

“Brother Tong is going to tweet a new song.” Pan Xuexi said, she is definitely a fan of Su Xiao's ancient qin. Even without Su Xiao's rescue of her brother, she has long been a fan of Su Xiao.

“Really?” Deng Mintang's eyes lit up, took out his phone, and found that several internet friends had sent her a WeChat notification. However, when she was reading, she liked to turn off the chat software, so she didn't see it. When I turned on Weibo, I saw the new one from Su Xin. Xi Dao, “Let's go somewhere else to listen. ”

This is the library. It's always hard to argue. They quickly packed up their books and left the library. They sat on the stone bench on the side of the road and stared at Weibo. Because the poll is over, it looks like Su Qing is about to start a new song.

“Fairy, can we start recording?” In a recording studio, a middle-aged woman in a professional suit said.

“Wait, Brother Tong wants to play a new song. We'll talk about it after we hear it.” Fairy Murong is holding her phone and her clever fingers are refreshing.

“Oh, Su-jung?” Middle-aged women and other workers in professional clothing stopped. They have heard such songs as "Peiyuan Jingxing Song", "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", "Joy Song" and "Duncheng City". They admire the creative ability of Guqin master Su Qin. Among them, "Joy Song" also gives the fairy Murong a chance to spring and evening. "Duncheng City" has performed in recent concerts as a tribute.

So, they also looked forward to what Su Xin's new song would be like. They also took out their phones, turned on their tweets, and some of them were lazy enough to look next to Murong Fairy.

“The princess.” Along with a somewhat impatient voice, the female broker walked into the house.

“What's the rush?” Nalan laughed.

“Su Xin is about to make a new song, I'm sure you care.” The female agent smiled.

“Oh?” Narampheton's eyes lit up. This time they got Moon Dance, which was more rewarding than they thought, although now in the domestic market, the music piracy is too serious, many stars come out of the album, don't say make money, don't lose it is good. However, as a song, there are still a lot of places to make money, such as concerts, advertising endorsements, art shows, etc., so long as you have fame, everything else is fine.

Naranfei did not have a song in fire for a year or two. Although she did not quit the audience's sight, her popularity declined somewhat. If it lasted longer, people would fall more sharply. Now a Moon Dance can be said to bring her back to its peak. Advertising endorsements and so on will definitely follow.

Naranfei, the broker, and her company naturally pay more attention to Su Jin's ancient songs. In their eyes, Su Jin is just a piece of incense. If they didn't do it, they would have dug Su Jin into the company a long time ago.

Meanwhile, in the middle of a classroom in Zhongyun City, a group of girls are staring at the mobile phone, including Suya and Tang Xiao. They can see, it is Su Jing's Weibo, they are all eager to see.

And Shi Qing, Lin Poetry, Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua, Liu Yin, Ko Jia Min, etc. from the "Sword Immortal" crew, as well as Wang Siya, Wang Yan... and a large group of fans are waiting.

Finally, Su Xin sent another tweet, and a video came up. Almost at the same time, tens of thousands of people, ordered in. In the image, Su Zheng sat in a scenic courtyard, like an ancient gentleman, caressing the ancient qin, the sound of the qin sounded softly.

The first note, like letting everyone tremble for it, like a crying sound, sticking it in everyone's heart, sounding like telling this sad story, like pulling the softest side of everyone's heart, everyone listening to it. They seem to recall their first love, their most beloved ones, from acquaintance, to acquaintance, to love, and finally they darken away.

The music gradually became high and seemed to want to unleash the sorrow and helplessness in the heart, however, the depression brought about by the departure of the lover could not be unleashed. Until the end, as if the cry was powerless, the music gradually became softer and softer, like the light sound of a bird in the woods, yet still with endless sorrow, endless thoughts, endless...

Unconsciously, the video was finished, and the music stopped. However, all the people who watched the video in front of the mobile computer stayed there. Almost everyone's face was filled with two lines of tears, even the five fat men.

This song, called Return, comes from one of the magic of Qin Dynasty's space-time violins.

Su Zheng was cultivated by the static door. The spiritual realm is now unprecedented. The creation of this song has reached unprecedented heights. Even if it is not heard in person, even if it is through video, it is still as if every music carries endless magic.

Indeed, for most people, the ancient qin is relatively strange and unappreciative, they prefer pop music, so even the fairy Murong, after singing, really caught fire. However, Su Qian's music has already broken this obstacle. This "Return" is even more culminating. Let alone those who did not like to listen to the ancient qin, even those who do not have music cells at all, are difficult to resist.

“Whoo.” The university campus roadside stone stool, Deng Mintang and Tang laughed together and cried rarely. Some of the students passing by were not exclaimed. Which two ambitious men made them sad? However, there are more and more crying sounds on campus, this fluttering, some unknown people eating melons, after asking the truth, they all snort, it is not just an ancient song, actually can hear crying, that's enough. So they went and listened with disbelief, and they cried.

The fairy Murong, the middle-aged lady in professional clothes and all the staff in the studio cried collectively.

Princess Nalan and her agent cried.

Su Ya, Tang Xiaoyi and other girls cried.

Shi Qing, Lin Poetry and other members of the Sword Immortal crew seem to be collectively filming cry scenes.

Wang Siya, Wang Yan, Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua, Liu Yin, Ko Jiamin, and other followers of Su Jian similarly cried silently.

This is a festival, where hundreds of thousands of people are moved by a song and crying, and this number is still rising at an extremely fast rate, because the Return, like a little spark thrown in a dry straw pile, instantly explodes the Internet.