Only Rhine looked at Lucien's actions with curiosity and amusement. What kind of music could be produced in three weeks?

Lucien didn't say anything, but with strong emotions, he pressed his hands heavily.

Dang dang dang, dang dang dang.

A frightening and shocking powerful note sounded in the lounge. Victor's hands trembled, and without supporting his head, he suddenly played and sat up straight, looking blankly in the direction of the piano.

Phyllis, Lot and Herodotus' hearts trembled for a while, and they stayed where they were for a moment before they remembered to stop Lucien.

At this time, the following chords like a violent storm began to appear as Lucien played, fast, fierce and shocking. Such chords continued one after another, like merciless suffering, like the waves in the sea

Crazy huge waves are like horns sounding on the battlefield, and the tide of enemies attacks without giving anyone any chance to breathe.

Occasionally there will be a short soothing melody, but it often brings more intense, more desperate, and more difficult situations, which seems to be the short calm before death.

But in the face of this huge difficulty, in the face of this deep setback, no one gave up, they were all striving hard and fighting heroically, which made people nervous and heart-wrenching, as if they were on a sea with huge waves.

, all the sailors of a fishing boat are working together to control the sails and oars, fighting against the harsh environment, floating up and down without capsizing, as if blood is splashing, and on the battlefield with corpses on the ground, each phalanx faces the overwhelming

The arrows and flying spears were unwavering, the people in front fell down, and the people behind were replenished, still maintaining an orderly queue.

Such a shocking melody made Phyllis, Lot and Herodotus all stop suddenly, looking at Lucien's profile with confusion and confusion, looking at his face with water drops still flowing, and

Rhine stood up immediately, seemingly unable to suppress the emotions in his heart.

Lucien gritted his teeth and played:

Why give up? Why give up?!

You can also chase Baron Othello. Even if you can't catch up, you can still go to Princess Natasha and ask for a change of music. Even if she doesn't agree, you can still convince her with the charm of music. Why give up? Why give up?!

As long as there is still a little hope, don't give up!

Emotions were integrated into the music, and the first movement of the Symphony of Destiny became more and more intense, causing Lott, Phyllis and others who stopped next to them to tremble all over.

Did fate make you give up, or did you give up on yourself?

Did fate defeat you, or did difficulties and setbacks defeat you?

Waves of fierce and shocking chords pierced Victor's heart like sharp arrows, causing him to straighten his back subconsciously, feeling that the Lord was torturing him.

Lucien played quickly with his hands, his emotions resonated with the music, and then he was more intensely affected by the music, remembering his ups and downs in the past few months:

I wanted a peaceful life, a warm family, and loved my parents and relatives, but I traveled through time inexplicably, lost everything, and was full of pain. I also saw a witch being burned to death and was forced to venture into the sewers;

I wanted to learn writing and have a better life, but I was blocked by gangs and beaten by them;

I want to learn magic quietly, but this is Alto, the Alto where the church is very powerful. I can only risk my life and keep walking on the edge of darkness and light, falling to the ground again and again.

To death.

Did I give up? Did I give up?!

I didn't give up!

As long as there is no death, I will fight, I will change my life and my destiny!

Lucien's emotions became more and more intense, his movements were frantic as if he was about to have a heart attack, and the exciting chords were full of unyielding meaning:

Is it fate that makes you lose hope, or do you choose to give up hope?

Did fate make you surrender, or did you obey "fate" yourself?

Is it destiny that determines your life, or do you choose your destiny?

No, as long as I am alive and I can still think, I will not choose to give up. I will hold the throat of fate, I will move forward in the face of setbacks, and I will defeat all suffering!

Amidst the exciting notes one after another, Victor couldn't help but stand up and clenched his fists.

PS: These parallel sentences about fate come from my good friend Cheese Cat. I happened to see these sentences written by him and felt that they were better prepared and more consistent than mine, so I used them after getting his permission.

Thank you so much.
Chapter completed!