Chapter 601

Looking at the evenly distributed powder on the wooden base of the tea table in the middle of the living room, Tang Baona's mouth was wide open and stunned for a long time.

To be honest, she just had a burst of inspiration, trying to combine the special rhythms distributed around her with the parts needed to "play" the melody she was targeting.

But the way she played it was not by humming or using an instrument, but by asking Alice to help.

Because she has a kind of feeling that with those special connections hidden around, she can "play" the melody of the object she wants to make on another level, which may have a substantial impact on the target object.

Just as she has found that her songs with emotional melodies can lead people to emotional guidance.

After that dream, the feeling became clearer.

In fact, she didn't know how to achieve it, how to "play", or what she could "play", but she instinctively thought that Alice could do it and help her.

It turns out that Alice can really help her.

But the result really surprised her.

Stunned for a long time, Tang Baona just walked over, stretched out her hand to twist a little powder and looked at it - it really turned into powder!

The dark rock plate on the tea table was brought by Tang's father when his second uncle was decorating his new house.

She was deeply impressed by the tea table, because the second uncle used a fruit knife to cut it in order to show that the rock on the tea table was hard enough.

This hardness of the plate, suddenly turned into powder?

For Tang Baona, she just put a kind of pop melody on the rock slab, but she didn't know exactly how to do it. She thought that at most it was a crack or something.

Where did you think that it turned into powder directly?

She circled the coffee table a few times and looked at it carefully. She didn't understand, so she asked, "Alice?"

"I'm here!" The sound comes from the TV speaker.

This authentic response once again made Tang Baona affirm that her previous dream was not her own one-sided experience.

"How did you do that?" Tang Baona asked excitedly and curiously.

In the course of that event, she was the equivalent of a composer, while Alice was a performer and instrument, responsible for the actual expression of her melody.

"I am..." Alice pauses for two rare seconds, and then goes on, "it's just what Nana asked for."

"But What did I ask of you? " Tang Baona squatted down beside the TV and whispered, "I don't know how I contacted you. Can you know what I think? Do you have mind reading skills? Can you connect my brain? "

"It's not mind reading, Nana. I only know when you feel the melody!" Alice said, pausing for more than ten seconds. When Tang Baona thought she had finished, she suddenly continued: "for example, Nana is going to cook. I'm in the basket when I buy vegetables, I'm in the sink when I wash vegetables, I'm on the chopping board when I cut vegetables, I'm in the wok when I fry vegetables, I'm on the plate when I fill vegetables ... So I know what Nana does and how she does it! "

Tang Baona understood that when Alice did not appear, the existing space or the world was in the same world as the object melody and emotional melody she perceived.

When Xiang Kun is not around, Tang Baona's perception of emotional melody and object melody is carried out through the hand string on her wrist. When she was just composing music, she also felt and fed back through the hand string, which has an indescribable and seemingly non-existent connection. Obviously, the hand string is also a channel and bridge for her to communicate with Alice, or Alice Is that the "staff" in the channel and bridge?

but when she heard Alice's words, she still couldn't help but Tucao: "what is this ghosts metaphor? Do you make complaints about yourself?" And according to this analogy, judging from their communication in their dreams, isn't Xiang Kun a pot, a shovel, a kitchen knife, a chopping board, a gas stove, or even a vegetable growing place?

"Alice doesn't want to be a vegetable! Alice is invincible

"All right, invincible Alice, let's go on." Don Baona laughs.

Before that, her feeling of the imaginary "elf" was more mysterious and extraordinary, which reposed all kinds of secondary fantasies. Now, after "practical" contact, especially after "face-to-face" communication and observation in dreams, she finds that "elf" Alice is like a weird little girl, just like little bell's sister. She feels more close, lovely, and even trusting - which may have a lot to do with the fact that she looks like old Xia when she was a child.

"Good!" Alice's answer was still fresh.

So Tang Baona looked around in the living room and focused on the powder of the pile of rock slabs. She thought that since she could use the "article melody editor" to "burst" the rock slabs into powder, it should be no problem to restore the powder to rock slabs, right?Otherwise, when mom and dad come back and find that the rock plate of the tea table is gone, they will not reprimand her, but they will certainly be very curious and inquisitive.

Tang Baona concentrates on her spirit, remembering the way she just reorganized the melody of the objects when she aimed at the rock slab, connecting the special rhythm scattered everywhere, and trying to feel "mellow" and "combined".

Slowly feeling the integration of melody and objects, Tang Baona could not help shouting: "Alice!"

"Good!" Alice's voice sounded again.

Then Tang Baona heard some crunching sounds like ice being crushed or broken from the position of the tea table. She vaguely seemed to see sparks and smoke coming out of the powder of the schist plate, but it didn't seem to have changed, and didn't change back to the intact rock plate as she expected.

She curiously approached, carefully observed, and then reached out to touch, and suddenly found that there was no change - the fine powder had been combined again.

It's just that they don't return to the previous state, but they are reunited in the current form, and it looks like a special-shaped board with a very unique shape.

Tang Baona used to press and touch it. She slightly raised it to have a look. It was really a whole piece.

She even learned from her second uncle's behavior when he showed off. She took a fruit knife and cut it on it. Judging from the hardness, it seems that it's almost the same?

She pondered and studied for a long time - of course, in fact, there was no rules - but she couldn't see how they all fit together.

In a word, it's a little different from what she thought. Is this the feeling of "harmony"? Even if it can't return to the original, how about a little smooth shape? How can a "harmony" be a direct local "integration"?

Tang Baona had a feeling that the writer of the passage in the middle school students' Chinese test paper saw the summary of various central ideas and metaphors. Is this different from what I thought?

She didn't think it was Alice who didn't "play" well, because she didn't understand the effect of the melody on the real object, so maybe she didn't "play well".

But now this board can't be left here. Her parents saw it and had more doubts. So she thought about it and tried to create the melody in a "burst" style which was a little more gentle than the first time. Then it was still left to Alice to perform the final "performance".

There was another crunching sound of the crushed ice, and then the congealed rock plate broke apart again, but this time it didn't turn into powder, but a pile of polygonal particles of different sizes.

Tang Baona curiously grabs a handful of particles to observe. The large ones are the size of mung beans, the small ones are polygonal particles similar to sugar particles, and the planes of the same size look pretty, with an indescribable and regular beauty.

So, if the "burst" degree is a little less, it will not be so thoroughly broken?

Wait, if you take the powder just now and observe it with a magnifying glass, is it also like this polygon?

Tang Baona changed her way of thinking, trying to mix some emotional melodies and object melodies in the past, and re compose these polygonal particles.

A few minutes later, Tang Baona mixed the emotional melody she felt when Yang Laosan saw the lightning storm created by Xiang Kun into the "new song", and then gave it to Alice to "play" on those grains.

After a while, the particles in front of her like magnetic, mutual "embrace" together, reunion, stacking, and then become three things in turn smaller.

"This How does it look like Mita? " Tang Baona looked at the shape of these three lumps of things, a little sad.

Tang Baona kept experimenting with the materials and residues from that rock slab, because she found that with the increase of her "composition" times and understanding of something, she became more comfortable in writing and editing, and could grasp the meaning of each melody more accurately. To edit and influence a new thing, we need a new process of adaptation.

So Tang Baona constantly tried to blend all kinds of "music styles" and create all kinds of special melodies, and then let the debris formed by those rock plates present all kinds of states.

Tang Baona was immersed in this mysterious ability and couldn't extricate herself.

After turning those residues into small squares of the same size as sugar once again, Tang Baona suddenly felt that the indoor temperature was a little low. She sneezed and rubbed her nose. She felt that the air in the living room seemed too dry, so that her throat and nose were not comfortable, her eyes were sore, and her skin was dry and astringent.

She got up to check. The central air conditioner was not turned on at home. She went to the balcony and went into the living room to feel the difference.

However, this feeling soon disappeared. After opening the sliding door of the balcony, the indoor temperature and humidity should be neutralized by the outside soon, but then came a strong sense of hunger."Is this the cost of casting?" Tang Baona felt her stomach and said to herself.

Alice's voice rang from her mobile phone: "Nana, it's 8 hours and 21 minutes since you ate last time. The last time you ate food, it turned into 635 calories, so Nana is hungry! There is no 'cast cost'! "

Tang Baona, a face red, picked up the mobile phone and said, "if you want to speak, come out, don't suddenly burst into a voice!"

Then Alice was silent.

However, Tang Baona also thinks that she can't continue playing with those rock debris. Although she can't understand why it will reduce the temperature and humidity, it will have an impact on the surrounding environment. In the end, she should be careful.

Tang Baona had a headache when she looked at the pile of leftovers on the table. Now she is more and more proficient in the way of controlling melody expression and composing music. However, she estimates that it is still impossible to gather those leftovers into the original tea table slate, at least not in a few days.

After thinking about it, she put the debris into several garbage bags and hid it under the wardrobe in her room for playing later.

As for the tea table in the living room, she decided to contact the local furniture store early tomorrow morning to buy a new tea table and send it to the house where she and Yang zhen'er live.

Dad will have a series of tests tomorrow morning. He won't be back so soon. When they come back, I'll tell them This new tea table is for Kun!

Well, in this way, their attention will be focused on "why Xiang Kun sent tea table". As for the reason, just make up one, and say that the new coffee table is made by Xiang Kun himself? Is it one of the birthday gifts?

Although it was more than four in the morning and almost five in the morning, Tang Baona was not sleepy at all. She went to open the refrigerator to see the rich leftovers at home, but after thinking about it, she decided to make instant noodles.

Pouring the boiling hot water into the instant noodle bowl, Tang Baona looked at the rising heat, but did not immediately seal the top of the bowl cover. Instead, she was inspired. Her right hand played with the string on her left wrist, and her mouth hummed a melodious melody.

Unlike emotional melodies when they affect other people's emotions, Tang Baona's silence does not have any effect when editing, modifying and creating the melodies of objects, because it is Alice who really implements the influence and operation, and there is no audible sound in the process of "playing". Her humming just helps her to be better We need to find the rhythm and find a better way to achieve it.

With Tang Baona's humming, the hot air from the bowl of noodles began to rise and gather quickly. After a while, there was a white fog in front of her, and the water vapor was also full of her glasses, which covered her eyes.

But even if she didn't have to look, she could fully understand what was going on, and her mouth slowly turned up.

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