One Piece: The Journey of the Divine Girl

Zefa's grasp of the pace and degree of teaching is always very accurate, no, when it was time to break, the recruits were just at the limit, and they were all lying on the ground, panting.

Zefa smiled with satisfaction and shouted to them, "Just lie down and listen, I'll introduce you to an instructor!"

Wen Qing, who was two steps behind him, stepped forward, "Hello everyone, I'm Wen Qing!" The course I taught didn't have an exact name or specific content, but I gave it a name – Journey of the Heart. I hope it will bring a different feeling to your hearts.

Hearing the name Wen Qing, many people struggled to sit up and look, and when they found that the instructor was indeed the one they heard, they showed surprised eyes. The eyes of the two children were particularly enthusiastic.

They've been really trying to keep up with the pace of training these days, and they're going to be dead at the end of the day, but it's all worth it now!

"My classes are very short and infrequent and you lie down now and listen with your eyes closed." She borrowed a few musicians from the art troupe, and now she has read the score, and is sitting on the steps to prepare.

Wen Qing took out a microphone and motioned for them to start.

At first it is an ensemble of violin and piano, the piano is calm and calm, and the violin is passionate, intertwined, like a prelude to a storm. Gradually, the piano accelerated, and the feeling of tension advanced.

Suddenly, a powerful rhythmic drum sounded, mixed with the sound of a trumpet. All the sensations burst out, urging the heart to beat faster. At this moment, they seemed to be on the battlefield of a large-scale battle, with the two armies facing each other, and the battle was about to break out.

The violin and piano tones that have disappeared into the drum beat unconsciously drill out, and for a moment they are low, and then they are melodious again, bringing out a sense of tragedy. It's time for us to march!

The tempo picks up, the clarinet joins in, and the violin no longer narrates an elegant sound, but an impassioned one.

Wen Qing also closed his eyes, and the ethereal and sad chant came into everyone's ears, making people feel excited even when they were lying down. The chanting fits the music accurately, and the emotional changes are subtle and tragic. At this moment, the people with their eyes closed felt as if they were fighting in the valley, and a magnificent celestial sound came from the hills, bringing an unparalleled enjoyment to the ears.

Several members of the orchestra sang in harmony

, in the distant land

, in the depths

of the mountains, in the blood-colored night, in

the hazy sleepy eyes

, the army was fighting fiercely

, and there would be no victory

for the people

, and the blades would collide

, full of strength

, and as a navy

, there was no remorse

When the snow melts

, it is the

time of reckoning

, and the words they use are very elegant, but the words are indeed full of unwavering power, and they bring a different feeling all the time. They were no longer on the battlefield at this time, but stood on the hills, watching the epics of the past and listening to their determination.

The piano and drums are still intense, but the violin is fresh and melodious, and it feels like an instrument in a field of flowers. Blended together, but not abrupt, like memories and mourning after the war.

When I think of it again, even if it's not the first time I hear it, it still shocks people, and the sound goes straight to the heart.

Far away

, deep in the mountains

, sleepy eyes

, the righteous army

fights for the people

, the victory or defeat is hard to hope

for

, the sword sonorous

force, the boundless

life and fearlessness

, death without regrets

, the time has come, the time has come,

the time has come

for the snow to melt

The chorus of settling old accounts

also sounded again, with a different content. And Wen Qing's chanting did not stop, tragic and firm, like the inner oath of the warriors.

"Ah~-" The high note was raised, and it ended in one go. The music is back to the beginning, only not the prelude to the storm, but the peace of mind of the warrior as he lies on the battlefield after victory.

Little by little, the music became quieter, and finally disappeared, and the image in everyone's minds gradually faded.

They slowly opened their eyes and felt tired. It's not physical tiredness, it's mental. This kind of tiredness is not that derogatory tiredness, but they seem to have really experienced or watched a shocking battle, and it was not until the end of the war that their hearts gradually calmed down.

It's amazing, they obviously closed their eyes and didn't see anything, but everything in their minds was so clear just now, and it felt real and unreal.

Is it any wonder it's called a journey of the heart?

Wen Qing stood quietly and waited for them to come to their senses before asking gently, "Did you see that?" The

crowd nodded.

She asked, "How did this trip make you feel?" Grab it, feel it, think about it, and write it down on a letter paper. I'll hand in your records when I come to class next week. I don't care if you write well or how much you write, I just want your true feelings, even if it's just a sentence, understand?

They nodded, and Wen Qing left with the orchestra. She also had something to say to the people of the art troupe, and she promised to authorize the score to be used by the navy.

And after she left, Zefa told them to go back after resting. First, it's almost time for training, and it's okay to let them go early. The second is that they need time to think now, and there is still lingering in their hearts, and that sense of shock haunts them.

Many people choose to write as soon as they go back, although they don't have to hand it in so quickly, but they have something to say and thoughts to express.

"Determination to die

...", "The meaning of war...", "

Do your best, do not regret ..."

These are their key words.

Under the expectation of the recruits, Wen Qing's class came again. After putting away her homework, she still told them to lie down.

This time there was no long and slow prelude, and as soon as Wen Qing opened his mouth, it was a sad chant, like a sigh, and like a memory.

The sound of the guitar joins, not dominating, but lightly echoing.

Singing as if telling, like a girl in a white dress standing on the cliff shore by the sea at night, muttering to herself, thinking of someone. And this person who was missed will never come back.

She walked into the sea step by step, there was no sadness on her face, and there seemed to be a little sweetness in her telling, probably recalling the good past, but it didn't take a few seconds to return to sadness. This sadness is faint, not intense, but it is extremely heavy, and it makes people's hearts sullen, and their breathing is moist and hot.

The water shook slowly, wrapping her around and making her float. She looked up at the magnificent starry sky, spoke loudly, as if asking, and finally lowered her voice in disappointment.

Then came the sound of the harmonica, and she looked to see the familiar man playing the harmonica in the wind, and the falling leaves obscured his eyebrows. Her tears flowed slowly, just across her cheeks and into her collar.

She spoke again, speaking her thoughts, but the man just smiled lightly and said nothing. She gradually relented, and his guitar slowed down. She knew that she was going to leave again, even in her dreams, and did not linger.

All the sounds were over, and the feeling of not being able to grasp anything was overwhelming, and only tears reacted, flowing out without realizing it, sliding into the foreheads on both sides. The tears were warm, but the place where they walked was only damp and cold.

"Life is like this, reminiscing and moving on, never really dating. What is gone will not come back, and no matter how many times I see it in my dreams, I can't touch it. Just like after the suffering, the sadness in people's hearts is shallow, but they hold people back in the midnight dream.

Wen Qing opened his mouth, as if he was reciting a poem, and there was a gentle meaning in his voice.

"There are thousands of griefs in the world, but we can't empathize, we can only be moved. However, what the world needs is not the moving of spectators, but someone who can face up to and help when an important person is about to pass away, right?

Her words woke up many people who were immersed in sadness and couldn't help themselves, and their tears were pouring and they couldn't stop nodding. This feeling of losing something important is just too painful, even if it's not theirs.

They want there to be fewer people in the world who are so miserable, and there will be fewer of them. They are willing to make great efforts to do so, to face up to the suffering of the people, not to let the tragedy happen before their eyes, but they are indifferent.

Wen Qing and Zefa glanced at each other, and he gave a look of appreciation of "well done".