Chapter 630: Emotional Energy |
Just as Mary had thought, the melody Janna was currently playing with the Strings of Frotenas was a completely new composition, entirely different from the trilogy of 《The Angel’s Symphony》.
This discovery made Mary even more excited.
“It’s just a pity… Ellie can’t hear it…”
Ding—dong—
As Janna gradually slowed the pace of her plucking, the originally lively and playful melody began to take on a hint of desolation and sorrow.
It was as if fallen autumn leaves drifted into a stream, wandering along winding waterways, passing through layers of forest before finally flowing into a village where wisps of smoke curled into the sky.
“This is…”
Mary, whose attention was completely captivated by Janna’s new melody, no longer had the capacity to think about her daughter Ellie.
At this moment, in her ears and in her heart, there was only the melody Janna played—and the beautiful yet melancholic scene it painted.
Though Mary knew nothing about music, as she listened to the new melody, countless images involuntarily surfaced in her mind…
It was a golden autumn of harvest. Back then, Mary was still a child, already helping her family gather wheat in the fields.
After each harvest, her mother would bring her a refreshing cup of pear juice. Though not particularly sweet, it remained the most beautiful and comforting memory of her life.
Her childhood had been spent in farmland, but the joy of harvest was enough to make her forget fatigue, allowing her to grow up happily with hope for the future…
“Ding—dong—”
Although the melody contained few rapid or heavy notes, and most of its tune remained quite cheerful, for some reason, everyone who heard it felt a surge of sadness in their hearts.
Yet this sadness did not stem from complaints about life’s hardships, nor from awakening the numb and painful memories of their daily struggles.
Instead, it came from the warm memories buried deep within—the carefree childhood and the warmth of their hometowns.
However, these memories, which should have been comforting, were always veiled with an indescribable sorrow when recalled.
It was the sorrow of a carefree childhood forever lost, the longing for home that could not be suppressed, and the grief of never being able to return…
……
“When did I start crying?”
Wiping away the tears that had slipped from the corners of her eyes, Mary—fully immersed in the melody—suddenly realized that her face was already streaked with tears.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that it wasn’t just her. Everyone in the Kumish District who was listening attentively to Janna’s music was quietly shedding tears.
Even old Henry, who usually behaved carelessly, now had moist eyes filled with nostalgia for the past.
“Look over there!”
Just as everyone was immersed in the melody, a sudden shout rang out from the crowd.
Interrupted from their experience, the residents instinctively turned toward the source of the voice with irritation.
Some even began scolding the man under their breath, telling him to be quiet.
However, the man—despite being glared at and criticized—showed no embarrassment. Instead, he excitedly pointed at the snow beside him.
“It’s flowers! Flowers are blooming in the snow!”
Hearing this, everyone instinctively wiped away their tears and followed the direction he pointed.
Sure enough, within the dirty white snow, beautiful flowers had truly bloomed.
“These are golden daisies! Flowers that only grow in our town!”
Looking at the golden wild daisies before him, the man quickly stepped forward, staring at them with both excitement and nostalgia.
“What golden daisies? Those are clearly white daisies—they’re very common where I come from!”
Already irritated from having the melody interrupted, Mary rolled her eyes at the man’s nonsense.
“What daisies? Those are clearly hyacinths…”
Old Henry, who hadn’t seen any daisies at all, gazed absentmindedly at the white hyacinths in the snow, his expression filled with longing.
“This is exactly the season when hyacinths bloom…”
As a flower that bloomed only in winter and was widespread in his hometown, Henry was extremely familiar with them.
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen hyacinths…”
……
“They’re wind chime flowers!”
Seeing the wind chime flowers that existed only in her memories blooming on the streets of the Kumish District, Annie—who hadn’t even wiped away her tears—couldn’t help but cry out loudly.
“It must be Miss Janna—this must be her doing!”
Though young, Annie was not foolish. From the moment she heard Janna’s melody, she understood that Janna was using music to paint the Wind Chime Town in her heart.
But what Annie never expected was that, even though she had only casually mentioned wind chime flowers, she would truly see these white blossoms—ones she had longed for countless times—blooming outside her hometown.
For some reason, the sadness she had felt from missing her hometown and parents eased at that moment. In its place came a faint, indescribable sense of relief.
“If only Uncle John could see these wind chime flowers…”
……
Ding—dong—
As the melody gradually approached its end, Janna slowed her movements on the Strings of Frotenas.
At this moment, she lifted her head and looked at the blooming flowers all around.
“So this is the phenomenon manifested by the Law of Beauty…”
In Janna’s eyes, what bloomed in the snow were neither hyacinths nor wind chime flowers, but clusters of multicolored roses condensed from the power of the Law of Beauty.
The reason the residents of the Kumish District perceived them as different flowers was not because they were mistaken, but because the homesick melody played by Janna resonated with everyone’s emotions. Thus, what they saw were the flowers they personally considered the most “beautiful.”
“This time, the emotional energy is mainly blue.”
Shifting her gaze away from the flowers in the snow, Janna’s attention turned to the emotional energy floating above the crowd.
Although this emotional energy was also divided into nine types—red, blue, yellow, green, purple, orange, black, white, and gray—it was clearly dominated by the blue energy that represented sorrow…