Chapter 115 Song in the Heart

Standing under this ancient sky, Heshia walked through the bustling crowd. Not only could she hear all kinds of noisy sounds in the street corners, she could even smell the slightly salty and wet sea breeze.

The singer with long wavy hair had watery eyes, and her face was vague under the veil. Her voice was different from any other singer in this era. She didn't have such strong emotions, and didn't have too many obsessions. She stood in the crowd but seemed to be alone, living in the dark seabed, with only the sound of the tide.

There was no sadness in her voice, just a narration, which made people immersed in it, swaying with the waves.

This kind of beauty does not rely on people's praise and praise, nor does it care about the world's evaluation. It just reveals a kind of soothing mood of personal experience, and feels the breadth and grandeur of the world.

Unconsciously, a song ended, everything in front of her slowly faded, and finally Heshia woke up from this distant dream of memory.

Still on the misty lake, she lay on the water surface wrapped by huge ice flowers, her body swaying slightly with the ice flowers below her, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Slowly getting up, Heshia looked at the small iceberg in the lake. Sure enough, the beautiful ghost was still sitting there with her eyes slightly closed.

"Awake?" The other party saw Heshia get up.

"Yes, teacher."

Heshia respected the ghost teacher very much. In fact, at the beginning, when she saw the ghost in the lake, she thought she had encountered some kind of mythical creature. The coldness emanating from the other party and the dreamy beauty of the other party were so incompatible with the prosperous and impetuous world of the moment.

As Heshia thought, the other party never used any modern electronic products, as if she had lived from a distant era to the present.

After asking Heshia about her feelings about the singer, the ghost woman opposite nodded.

"Teacher, have you ever witnessed the performance of the singer with your own eyes?" Heshia asked curiously.

"Yes, but if you ask me which era this is, I won't tell you." The other party seemed to have guessed the girl's little thoughts, and the ice-blue eyes blinked.

The flawless white dress fluttered in the air, without any sound, and there was a sense of illusion. The other party turned around and looked into the distance with his back to the girl.

"The era I lived in when I was alive is very far away from now, so far away that I need to seal some memories so that I won't forget them."

"But I am not as you guessed, living until now. I have fallen asleep many times during this period. It can be said that I have spent more than 95% of my life in sleep." She sat on the iceberg, raised her fingers slightly, and ice butterflies flew and then landed on her fingertips.

"It's been less than 20 years since I woke up again, so I don't know more about modern society than you do. I don't know more about the singers and great figures in the history of the Rose Federation than you do."

"But fortunately, music, or history, always repeats and is similar. In the era I lived in, there were also many powerful figures. I think I can show you their experiences and elegance, so that you can gain some experience and insights from them."

"Music is actually similar to painting and writing. Generally speaking, the highest level you can achieve often depends on the best works you have seen."

"People cannot create things beyond their cognition, and when creating, they often unconsciously compare them with the most perfect works in their cognition to discover their own shortcomings and improve them."

"As for breaking through the peak of predecessors, after you reach the peak, you will slowly understand why this is the peak, and it will naturally become clear."

She patiently told Heshia all this, and then asked Heshia to sit with her. The two of them sat on the small iceberg, overlooking the ice surface below, where beautiful figures were occasionally printed.

Among them were poets playing by the campfire, elf girls singing under huge trees, orcs beating drums on the battlefield and roaring, mysterious women spinning and dancing on the stage of the tavern, and white-clothed girls singing alone under the moon.

Heshia could see that the people and objects in these scenes should not have entered the industrial age, or even the interstellar age. From this point of view, the teacher's statement that she was in the extremely distant past should be true.

After watching the past images, the ghost woman told Heshia about the differences between classical and modern music, how to choose the style of songs, etc., and finally talked about vocal techniques and some knowledge about breath rotation.

"Because I am a ghost, it is actually not easy to teach you about vocalization. You can learn this with your classmates and music teacher in the academy." She was quite straightforward.

"What I can teach you is more about the talent of the singer, such as how to synchronize the soul, how to use this talent to perform various secret arts, and how to restrain your charm and make yourself look like an ordinary person."

"The ancient singer lineage has a lot of knowledge inheritance, such as the Blue Singer and the Scarlet Singer in the Third Era. I happened to meet the Blue Singer and the Scarlet Singer in the past, and I learned a lot. I can teach you all of these."

"Learn as soon as possible, Heshia. Maybe in a few years, I will go back to sleep." She would occasionally speak jokingly.

"Is the teacher going to sleep again?"

"Well, actually, because I have experienced too much, many things are no longer fresh and interesting. Occasionally, I need to skip the progress and watch the video. You should understand now." A harp made of ice appeared in her arms, and then she gently plucked it.

"The same thing will be felt differently at different ages. You don't have to try hard to understand my thoughts. Just follow your own feelings."

"Being immature, ignorant, and timid are all stages that people have to go through in life. The voice and emotions that can be sung at that time may not be sung again when you are mature and skilled in the future. So there is no need to worry all the time. Only by showing everything at the moment can the singing be truly moving."

"When you are immature, singing about the immature emotions and childishness will have a lovely innocence and moving. When you are confused, singing about the depression and hesitation in your heart will also make people cry. When you have overcome the hardships, singing about the difficulties of the process and the joy after success will also make people excited and unable to sleep all night."

"If you always chase after the so-called 'good' and 'excellent', you will gradually lose your original appearance, because those 'good' are actually the emotions that the creators burst out based on their own experiences and feelings. If you try to learn, it will not only be difficult to achieve, but you will also slowly stop believing in yourself because of setbacks."

"The best song must be the one that best suits your mood. What do you want to bring to everyone, Heshia?" The ghost asked the girl before leaving.

"I don't know about the future, but if it's the past, it may be like a gray drizzle. However, I don't want to sing such a song, although I know it will be very touching." The girl shook her head, then jumped off the iceberg and stepped on the lake. As soon as she landed, the cold water condensed and an ice flower emerged for her to step on, and she walked to the shore.

"Then I'll go back first, teacher." Heshia bowed and saluted, saying goodbye to the ghost girl, and then disappeared at the end of the mist.

"This kind of personality is really similar to yours back then, although it's still a little immature." Sitting on the iceberg, the ghost girl whispered softly.

(End of this chapter)