Chapter 671 Quiet Song
It's raining.
Under the temporary wooden pavilion, Tilan stood in front of the horizontal railing, looking at the wilderness covered by the rain curtain.
Whenever the wind blows, the sound of rain becomes dense, then interweaves between heaven and earth, and then recovers, interweaving and repeating. Whenever the wind blows, fine raindrops are carried by the wind and float into the courtyard, wetting the horizontal railing and the ground.
Some water droplets fell on the girl's cheeks and hair on her forehead. A fresh smell mixed with soil and rain spread, like a light fog.
The world became very quiet. The rain curtain blocked the sight, but it also brought a sense of emptiness after release. Standing quietly under the rain line of the sky, many narrow and trivial emotions also dissipated.
The wind and rain are still there. The rain on the grassland is particularly abundant at this time of year. Animals that used to need to go to various places to find water sources now have fun in the rain curtain, wash their bodies, and then shake their bodies, trying to find a place to shelter from the rain.
Just like that, Tilan sat in the wooden pavilion, watching and listening to the heavy rain, until the afternoon, when someone came to find her along the mountain path.
"Lord Heshia." The person who came was Mingshan, one of the managers of the Heshan Rescue Association.
The man with glasses shook off his wet raincoat, then bowed and greeted the girl sitting on the wooden chair.
"Is there anything?" The girl's clear voice was like a stream, which made people never tired of listening.
"Yes." He sorted out his words a little, and then reported.
"We have planted the seeds this week. Now that the rain has arrived, we only need to maintain it well in the future, and we can harvest in three months." When he said this, there was a burst of joy in his voice.
"Very good." Tilan replied softly.
Mingshan wanted to say something grateful at this time, but looking at the quiet back of the girl, he seemed to think that saying too much would only disturb her.
This seemingly young girl is definitely worthy of their respect, but she is also shrouded in a lot of fog, which makes people unable to see through and have many fantasies.
"Lady Heshia, are you enjoying the rain?" Mingshan felt that he had said something nonsense after asking.
"Yeah." Tilan finally turned around. Her appearance was still the same as a few years ago, a little immature and a little quiet. The traces of time had stopped on her, as if she wanted to remember her in this look. Tilan
smoothed out a few strands of hair that were stuck to her forehead because they were wet, and looked at Mingshan who was looking down and dared not look directly at her.
"Everyone has been busy for a long time during this period. It's a good opportunity to take advantage of these days of heavy rain to let everyone in the camp take a break. If you want to organize any activities, you can also tell me."
"Yes." Mingshan lowered his head and thought for a while. The supplies were not abundant now, and it was probably impossible to eat and drink a lot. He thought about whether he could find some old audio and video playback devices to let everyone watch programs or play games together.
After listening to Mingshan's proposal, Tilan thought about it and nodded in agreement.
"Although there is not much food, if we don't use any, it will be too boring. We should make some to embellish it." "
I will also be on stage for the evening show." As a singer, she can play many instruments.
Hearing this, Mingshan couldn't help but look forward to it. Although Tilan was a leader they respected, she always made people admire and love her because of her figure and appearance.
"Then let's notify them first. We will have three days off tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so that everyone can have a good rest."
"Yes." Mingshan saluted again in response, then put on his raincoat and went down the mountain again.
Watching the other person's back disappear in the corner of the col and the rain, Tilan spread her hands, looked at her palms and fingers, and then a crystal-like flute emerged. She picked it up and put it to her lips and played it gently, and the light melody surrounded the wooden pavilion.
Today, she didn't think about those distant and grand things, nor did she have eager expectations and sad memories. She just stood in the rain, with a faint sense of tranquility and leisure.
Things that I once thought would cause me worry and anxiety no longer cause any waves. I can no longer recall the boring thoughts in the past. The world seems to be particularly vast and can accommodate many different things.
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The news about rest and activities spread in the camp in the evening. People who came for dinner also discussed what to play tomorrow, or what ancient movies, TV shows and dramas they wanted to watch. Some children ran happily in the cafeteria and were caught by the members who maintained the cafeteria. Then they were taught by others in laughter.
Although the official rest and activities will not start until tomorrow, many people can't sleep tonight.
After a good night's sleep, Tilan got up at 7 o'clock in the morning.
Now her room is still in the cave because it is safe enough, but the environment is much better. The walls are polished and very smooth, and the ground is also neatly inlaid with stone slabs. There are also wardrobes and desks on the side.
Besides her, there was also Orles in the room. However, the two of them did not sleep in the same bed, but each had a comfortable small bed. At first, Orles was a little reluctant, but fortunately, Tilan persuaded her for a long time and said that they should sleep in the same room, and then she accepted it.
Orles did not get up at this time. She was still the same as before, and would not get up until about eight or nine o'clock. Now she was sleeping on her side in her small bed, holding the new pillow that Tilan had sewn for her.
After combing her hair, Tilan came to Orles' bed quietly, looked at her who was still sleeping soundly, and gently touched Orles' soft nose and forehead with her fingers. Seeing that she was still sleeping in
a daze, she couldn't help laughing. She was really not on guard at all. She stood up, walked out of the door, and then turned around the cave corridor that had changed a lot, and came to the central meeting hall, where there was a fluorite chandelier hanging, and there were unlit braziers next to it, which could accommodate more than a thousand people.
Seeing that someone had already started cleaning, Tilan nodded slightly, then walked past and continued to walk to the back of the meeting hall, through a long passage, and came to a pit leading to the underground.
There was a water pipe connected here at the moment, pumping relatively clean groundwater from the underground to supply the camp life.
Tilan looked at the pit below, then jumped and floated down to the bottom of the bottomless well below.
A few minutes later, Tilan landed nearly a thousand meters underground. The stone walls were hung with luminous fluorite, and next to her feet was a pool connected to the underground river.
Tilan stepped on the wet stone with her toes, came to the edge of the pool, put her fingers into it, and felt the cold groundwater with her fingertips.
Her fingers slid across the water, creating invisible ripples. Tilan checked the water quality and felt it was good, so she continued to move forward along the direction of the water flow and came to the cave on the other side. Standing here, she could hear the sound of dripping water, and the turbulent groundwater rushed across the riverbed, making waves of water splashing.
This groundwater is rarely polluted, so it leaves a glimmer of hope for life on the grassland.
After inspecting the underground water pumps and water sources built by the camp members during her absence, Tilan helped to arrange a rhythm crystal for purification and degradation before returning to the ground.
At this time, a day of rest and activities began.
Because there was no need to work today, many people gathered in the hall. Some gathered in front of a small wooden board, playing chess with a simple chessboard, some took out their own collection of drinks to share with friends, chatting, and some leaned in the corner, sitting with many people, watching the ancient film and television programs played on the small projector.
At this time, Orlesi also woke up. She was looking for Tilan's trace. There were five little guys with flapping wings around her. These silk moths basically followed Tilan or Orlesi every day.
"Over there, Master Tilan is there." Silk moth Brenna happily said the direction.
Then Orles quickened her pace and came to Tilan, and several other silkworm moth species also gathered around.
"Tilan~" Orles grabbed Tilan's wrist sleeve and asked Tilan to play with her today.
"Okay, I'll play with Orles today." Tilan also wanted to have a good rest today, so she didn't refuse.
The two came to one side of the hall, and Tilan took out a wooden board, and then brushed her fingers over it, and a set of complex and gorgeous grid maps appeared.
"Let's play a role-playing game today." Tilan took out two wooden flags to replace the two people, and then took out two dice.
The rules are probably the same as those of a board game, but they are much simpler.
"So, our adventure story begins..." Tilan smiled and raised her finger, and in Orles's expectant eyes, she took out a stack of cards and shuffled them, with events and characters written on them.
During the game, the two of them, as partners, dealt with problems along the way, defeated enemies, made friends, obtained powerful treasures, and finally defeated the big devil who said he wanted to destroy the world.
Time passed unknowingly, and when it was over, it was almost dark outside.
After the game was over, Orles was still immersed in it, and had not stepped out of the role of the 'White Witch' she was playing.
"I still want to continue playing, Tilan~" Orles said coquettishly.
"No, the game is over." Tilan shook her hand.
"Why not, it's over after defeating the Demon King?" She didn't quite understand.
"The game is like this, there must be an ending." At this point, Tilan remembered something.
"But in reality, even if the Demon King dies, a new one will be born, as long as the cycle environment does not change." She thought for a while.
"I used to be troubled by this problem, but now I think I'm a bit obsessed with it." Tilan sat up a little and helped Orles tidy up her messy skirt and hair.
"In fact, we are already making progress, aren't we? There are always new discoveries and new problems, but as long as we look back and look forward objectively, we have actually done well enough."
Even though human civilization has various problems now, it has made a lot of progress compared to the Fifth Era and the ignorant era in the past.
Clean water, delicious food, rich entertainment, and a stable living environment are ideals that people did not dare to dream of in the past. Now, they are almost easily given to everyone.
Even the fierce wars within the Federation rarely affect ordinary people. Such a life is much better than the dark ages of complete decline.
It's just that people always crave more, and the anxious atmosphere deliberately created by capital has also aggravated this. Many people forget what they are hoping for and what they crave, and just blindly and restlessly follow the crowd.
At night, oil lamps are lit to decorate the hall. People gather in this cave. Occasionally, there are bursts of wind and rain outside, but the cave is still stable and dry.
First, temporary programs are performed. Although they are a bit simple, everyone doesn't care. They deal with it in a very tolerant attitude. Occasionally, bursts of laughter are heard in the hall.
Finally, as the night deepens, the final curtain call performance begins.
Tilan wore a slightly retro dark blue dress tonight, sitting on the scattered boxes, with no shoes on her feet, swaying slightly in the air naturally. She held the lyre in her arms, her eyes slightly closed, and her expression was gentle. She did not make the atmosphere formal and solemn, but rather kind and natural.
As the lights dimmed, she plucked the strings lightly, and then the sound of a distant melody came out.
The first song had no lyrics, only the lightness and leap that seemed to run across the vast land. In
the second song, Tilan slowly opened her eyes, and then plucked her fingers, and different instruments appeared beside her, including a played violin, a gently struck xylophone, and a small bell that occasionally rippled. The melody became more ethereal and distant, as if seeing the scene of a poem and story tens of millions of years ago.
In the third song, many instruments disappeared, and only the girl's gently stroking lyre was left on the scene again. A gentle singing voice sounded. This was the first time Tilan sang in front of everyone. The voice seemed to pass through the distant mist, slowly brushing past her ears, leaving a faint fragrance.
Just wait
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Always A hero comes home He goes where no one has gone But
always A hero comes home He knows of places unknown Always A hero comes home He goes where no one has gone But always A hero comes home —————— At the end of the ancient epic depicted in the song, after defeating the monster that brought countless disasters, the scarred hero falls down. His companions load his body into the boat and watch him slowly drift away .
The greatness of the hero does not lie in the fact that he killed the monster, but in the fact that he finally faced his own unbearable mistakes and corrected them with his life, ending the cycle of constant sadness.
The real victory is often not the things that collapse after the most intense battle, but a kind of pain that people have long forgotten.
This pain is called hunger, disease, thirst, homelessness, and difficulty sleeping at night.
Beautiful things are like soft and silent melodies, always hidden in the most inconspicuous background. Only when you wake up from a dream, you will find how rare and precious these seemingly plain things are, and how they are the unattainable dreams of people in the past.
(End of this chapter)
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