I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

The office building of Jiangcheng Industry is located in downtown Jiangcheng, right next to the busiest old street, and there is a sign hanging on the towering building, which is very conspicuous.

It is said to be an industry, but since the previous generation of directors, the company has switched to real estate. Taking advantage of the waves of precise investment at the end of the last century and the beginning of this century, it has made a lot of profits. Now Jiangcheng Industry is already a veritable real estate company. company.

It is precisely because of this that Jiangcheng Industrial was able to buy the Jiangcheng Grand Theater and its surrounding areas. It has not been developed for so many years, and it really seems rich and powerful.

Lu Jian had never seen such a big scene, he sat in the car, motionless.

I tried to ask the secretary Li Zijian, who looked about the same age as me, but the other party only knew that he was looking for Lu Jian, but he didn't know anything else.

Lu Juan remembered Song Yunyan's resume. She has become calm and steady since the fire. After taking over the business, she relied on precise judgment to complete the investment several times, and she completely led the Jiangcheng industry, especially the prediction of some commercial projects, and During the power struggle within the company, it was like opening a plug-in to predict the future.

However, Song Yunyan has never been married, and now she is more than forty. It is not known who the successor of Jiangcheng Industry will be.

It can't be that I was taken in by the female president and wanted to adopt him as a foster son, right?

Then a group of little aunts of about the same age descended from the sky, vying to teach Lu Yi how to drive a big truck?

joke!

While thinking wildly, Lu Yi had already arrived at the door of the chairman's office.

"Please."

Li Zijian opened the door and led Lu Jian into the room.

The room is very bright, with floor-to-ceiling windows showing the river view, facing south continuously, you can see the picture of the Lingjiang River winding through the river city and disappearing at the other end of the horizon.

The field of vision is wide, and in ordinary movies, it is the focus of attention of snipers.

For some reason, there is a piano in the huge office. When Lu Jian saw the piano, he hesitated a little.

Because this piano is exactly the same as the one he saw at the Jiangcheng Grand Theater that night!

On the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, behind a well-made solid wood desk, sat a capable woman.

Lu Jian recognized it at a glance, it was Song Yunyan.

She was the same as the woman in red that Lu Jian saw in the theater that night on the news, only a little less youthful and a little more rough.

Time has left marks in the corners of her eyes, but it hasn't diminished her charm. Even though she may be two rounds older than Lu Jian, Song Yunyan is indeed a beautiful woman.

"Please sit down."

Her voice was depressing, and when Lu Jian sat down, she signaled the secretary to leave.

She and Lu Jian were the only ones left in the office.

"This piano is the same style that Danping used back then. I put it here to remind myself."

Song Yunyan noticed Lu Jian's gaze, explained something, and then spoke again.

"I watched your video. The last scene is not a special effect, but something that actually happened, right?"

"...yes."

Honesty is Lu Lian's greatest virtue, he told the truth, and then asked.

"Ms. Song, can I borrow the piano?"

"You can play the piano?"

Song Yunyan was obviously a little surprised.

"A little bit."

Lu Jian really only knows a little bit.

"please."

With the permission of the other party, Lu Jian came to the old but brand new piano, lifted the cover covering the black and white keys, and tried the pitch a little.

Immediately, the melody flowed.

This is the [Midnight Piano Sound] obtained by Lu Jian, and this is the music composed by Du Danping.

He chose to play for two purposes.

First of all, if this Song Yunyan is no longer the real person, and is replaced by something, then this spiritual music should be able to help Lu Jie to distinguish.

Secondly, if this Song Yunyan is herself, then she will definitely recognize this piece of music and reach a consensus with Lu Jian.

"This is the piece that...Tanpin played that day."

Song Yunyan felt as if she had passed away.

It was as if the person sitting in front of her was not Lu Jian, whom she met for the first time, but the talented, gentle and steady Du Danping.

That year, the stage was gorgeous and bright, and under the spotlight, he performed cadenzas as if he had been kissed by the god of music.

That year, Chunxin was ignorant, and the beauty who admired talents was shy and reckless.

That year, a fire burned everything, and since then, there has been no sound of the piano.

"Danping told me many times that it was not that he was looking for musical inspiration, but that all kinds of music got into his head like bugs, and those melodies kept chasing him. Believe it, until that day."

In the sound of the zither shimmering like a river, Song Yunyan narrated in a half-dream and half-awake state.

"That day, we were preparing for the party, and many people were present, but suddenly...everyone couldn't move, I don't know if you know that feeling, it's like the body doesn't belong to you, only the senses are still there In effect, I see the backstage fire, I see the fire spread, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"I didn't know anything until Denpin pushed me away, and he told me to go, and he rushed up to the stage and started playing the piano. . Run to the gate that is already on fire."

"I looked back at Danping, he didn't stop playing, I saw his eyes, and he told me, go away."

"I ran away, but he died. No one can explain what happened at that time. Everyone just thinks he is crazy."

"Maybe everyone is crazy."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Song Yunyan's mouth.

"Since then, I've also had some more voices in my head... Maybe you can call it voices. Most of these voices I can't understand, but just understanding a little bit will allow me to make the right choices in business, but , Every night, these voices will linger in my ears, lingering."

"Now, I finally understand what it feels like when Danping said, 'I'm not chasing the inspiration, it's the inspiration chasing me'..."

"It's quite a coincidence. When I bought that piece of land, I saw the designer's touch of the Jiangcheng Grand Theater. In that manuscript, I wrote a similar sentence... It was not designed by me. It’s a theater that’s not what it should be.”

"Perhaps, everything is predestined."

In the eyes of Lu Jian, who was performing, this place was no longer the chairman's office of Jiangcheng Industry, but the Jiangcheng Grand Theater back then.

At that moment, when the light of the stars shone, and the ancient babblings and glimpses came to this theater, what kind of mood did Du Danping make that choice?

After experiencing these things, Lu Jian knew very well that Du Danping, who had escaped from the gaze of that great existence, could completely escape with Song Yunyan and the two of them. He possessed such power.

However, Du Danping chose to return to the stage, to the piano, and saved other people with this melody.

Even after death, the final performance was still maintained.

And this theater, perhaps itself was part of the "ceremony", if you want to completely avoid the tragedy of that day, you can only completely dismantle it.

This is probably the answer to [Who is playing] with a 100% degree of exploration.

Lu Jian thought.

Can mortals stand against these great beings?

Du Danping's behavior has already told Lu Jian that the power of mortals will never be able to reach those supreme.

Even if he has extraordinary power, even if he has already ruled among human beings, facing those mighty powers that transcend nature, he can still only be crushed and turned into dust.

What greeted Du Danping was death and the shackles after death.

What will meet Lu Jian?

he does not know.

On the side of the field of vision, the words written by the calligrapher hanging on the wall are distorted, forming lines of words.

[Unlock Branch: Melody of Memories]

[You know the tragic end of a martyr, collect the melody fragments he scattered in the silent place, and get rewards]

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