Chapter 20 National Pollution Plan
Qi An said she was going to sing the song Xu Zhuoxing taught her, but she didn't actually sing that one.
The morning light outside was still dim, and only a small lamp on the instrument stand was lit in the entire first-floor living room.
Qi An casually put on a tactical vest and draped a knitted scarf decorated with autumn flowers and fruits over his shoulders, then sat behind the piano stand.
Yu Shuang sat closest to the audience, in the first seat of the stands. The three men tried to stay close to Qi An, but kept a distance from each other.
Qi An sat with his eyes closed for a while before placing his fingers on the piano keys.
The room was quiet in the night, and the initial sound of the piano was like a lonely night rain.
But as the rhythm intensified, and clear vocals joined in, the night rain seemed to be pouring down harder and harder.
"I'll still be singing here~"
The songs you sang with me~
Even though the world always presents too many choices.
No matter how many twists and turns life may take.
Those shared moments will not be easily erased.
I'm still singing here~
You will always be with me, singing songs...
The heavy rain turned into a downpour, and Qi An pressed the keyboard with tremendous force, as if to release some kind of pent-up emotion.
"Actually, you can lose to anyone, there's nothing to argue about."
All of this is just a process.
Are you happy or not?
Ultimately, it all boils down to choices!
The high notes are fast and rapid, and there is a barely perceptible sobbing tone in the vocals at the end.
All eyes were focused on the woman bathed in the dim light, listening as she paused for a few seconds before softly singing the last verse:
"I will be here, singing a song~"
You've been singing here all this time...
Even if reality is always too cruel.
Even if time eventually takes you away~
I'm still here, always have been here!
I'll sing for you with my life...
The song faded away, and the piano music also came to an end.
Like a mountain night rain that has stopped, leaving only the puddles between the grass blades, making a few soft "plop" sounds.
Yu Shuang tilted her head back, annoyed that she was crying again.
Her emotions were still running high, and her thoughts followed the song.
If Zhao Bohan were here, he would have noticed the unusual physical changes in them within two seconds of the singing.
Without Zhao Bohan, Chen Yuezhou would have been the first to discover it.
He was also completely absorbed in listening to the songs and watching people, but halfway through the song he started to feel a slight tingling sensation on his skin.
He only rolled up his sleeves when the singing stopped, and his dark eyes widened immediately!
It was very dark all around, but his forearm was glowing with tiny points of light in the darkness!
Those were small, silvery-white spots of light, like some kind of fluorescent sticker, but Chen Yuezhou rubbed them hard and couldn't get any off.
These luminescent substances are in his skin!
The others also noticed this, and they all looked up in confusion at Qi An.
After Qi An finished singing, he rested for a while before stepping down from the instrument platform.
She also stretched out her arm, and her fair skin instantly lit up with the same light spots as the four people.
“Sure enough, I can also use information to corrupt,” Qi An said.
She spoke in a calm voice and with a neutral tone, but after she said it, the arms of those men returned to normal.
"Your singing...your words, both?" Wu Han exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes." Qi An turned around, picked up the phone next to the piano stand, and handed it to him: "Find a few soldiers and have them undergo contamination..."
Specifically, it involves simultaneously receiving stimulation from the corruption of the Old Gods and using communication devices to listen to me sing or speak.
"Can your singing voice also resist the corruption of the old gods?" Chen Yuezhou also stood up straight, his dark eyes flashing.
"It should be fine," Qi An said, sitting back down beside the piano.
She truly shut herself off from the outside world for that entire day and night.
But she wasn't completely immersed in grief or escaping reality.
Qi An had no room to escape.
Everything in this small building, every corner, every object, holds memories for her, her mother, and Uncle Xu.
Qi An had a premonition that conquering pollution might not be a "good thing," but when faced with her mother's dissuasion, her mother's reply was, "Absolutely not!"
Every memory in Xiaolou seems to have the same lingering background sound.
It was Ye Xiao's "I absolutely will not!", it was Xu Zhuoxing's seemingly casual but insightful words, and it was his seemingly lazy but always bright and cheerful laughter!
Qi An thought that if she were to retreat into the safe haven of grief and grievance, and from then on identify herself as a victim who had tried her best but was powerless to change anything...
She didn't know how she could still have the face to touch her mother's piano, or the face to recall the songs Uncle Xu had taught her!
Therefore, Qi An spent a whole day forcibly suppressing all the pain and regaining his ability to think.
She spent half the night thinking of a solution, and after coming up with one, she closed her eyes and entered a meditative state.
This time, during the last three hours of this pitch-black night, Qi An explored the Divine Realm more cautiously, more earnestly, and more meticulously than ever before, discovering the current limits of her "thought" power.
Sure enough, she was also able to place her spiritual power into information carriers.
She can also pollute through information media!
However, her corrupting power is like the light of a firefly compared to the sun and moon compared to the Old Gods.
The ancient gods were separated from Earth by space and time; they had only sent out a little visual information, yet it almost destroyed a world!
She sang a whole song to Yu Shuang and the other three face-to-face, which finally caused a slight mutation in their subcutaneous cells...
Qi An didn't have many questions about the degree of the mutation, and instead sat back down by the zither stand to wait.
Her phone had a recording function on, and it had already recorded her singing and playing the guitar.
Wu Han and Tan Fu took the test together.
Tan Fu's voice rang in Qi An's earphones: "[An An, your singing voice, its anti-pollution effect is only slightly inferior to the 'small tower' that the North 1 Purifier built when he went out to suppress the Fallen Insect stronghold!]"
Your song is a zero-cost, and almost infinitely resonant, long-distance connection!
Tan Fu was somewhat excited: "Old Mao, and the Commander-in-Chief and the others, are incredibly excited, saying this is a narrow escape!"
Qi An was also happy, but the joy was fleeting.
One reason is that, besides the dining table, the place where her mother, Uncle Xu, and she interact the most, her joy never lasts more than three seconds.
Secondly, the fact that there is an extra layer of "anti-pollution coating" available to everyone is far from being a lifeline.
"Let Mao Anlin answer the phone," Qi An said.
She also has a bold plan.
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