This is a feeling of being embraced by surrounding notes, floating on clouds and mist, ascending to an ethereal state.
It seems as if the world is left only with the sound of the bamboo flute.
Crisp.
lodious.
Like the broken jade of Mount Kun, resounding to halt the moving clouds.
Everyone’s emotional valve was switched on in an instant!
Joy;
Sorrow;
lancholy;
Tranquility;
Warmth;
And amid the myriad of emotions being stirred.
On the stage.
Before the piano.
Lin Yuan quietly touched the piano keys.
The sound of interwoven black and white keys seed to tease and tug at people’s emotions, entangling with the bamboo flute.
As if it were the wind in the mountain.
As if it were the deep moon in the valley.
Or perhaps stealing a half-day leisure from life, even to the point of wearing a cape and slashing thorns and brambles.
In the calmness of the clouds and light wind, there is a unique firmness and stubbornness, like a bird emitting a high-pitched sound.
At this mont.
Not to ntion professional musicians, even those who are completely indifferent to music are thoroughly intoxicated!
And the clear piano joins in cautiously, with a hint of hesitation.
Like a friend visiting the forest late at night.
After the piano, the music begins a violin solo segnt.
The lodious, crisp, lively violin, accompanied by the interwoven flute, feels like the air of a sumr night, carrying a refreshing coolness.
If the piano is a friend visiting late at night, then as the strings gradually join in, it’s like more and more people are arriving.
Sweet violin.
Deep cello.
The two alternate, harmonize, exchanging glances.
It seems like the nightingale is confiding with soone, its voice bright yet gentle, like comfort and encouragent, followed by a human voice, low yet intimate, this is a dialogue between humanity and nature.
Harmony.
Tenderness.
Seems like everything has been soothed.
It’s said there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers, actually "Nightingale" is the sa.
The vast Golden Hall.
So listen to this piece, unknowingly shedding tears, rembering departed loved ones;
So listen to this piece, yet think of lost love;
So reminisce about decades of ups and downs;
So rely lift the corners of their mouths, their mood unprecedentedly calm and warm.
Even so have eyes that burn like ignited campfires, with a glimr of hope.
Gradually.
The music reaches its end.
But unlike most music, the conclusion of "Nightingale" is a symphony segnt, marking the climax of the entire piece.
The orchestra resonates powerfully!
In a daze.
People seem to hear the call of the nightingale from the weary surface of the sea.
A proud nightingale bursts from the waves, seeking a place to settle.
The darkness awaits the light before dawn.
Awaiting the mont when the morning light breaks through the clouds.
Even if the scorching sun will lt its wings, it insists on eting the light.
Traversing those yesterdays that must be discarded, breaking free from past submission and decay.
The nightingale gradually approaches the clouds, holding back tears until it ets the sunlight when the clouds break apart.
Even if the clouds break.
Despite the heart being ignited.
Amidst the high, resonant calls heavy as mountains.
The nightingale finally breaks through countless obstacles.
The bird in the heart ignites hope, breaking through the clouds, flying straight beyond the heavens!
At this mont.
Everyone is astounded!
What is this!
Why is it like this!
"Seems like I’ve entered a story, becoming a protagonist, feeling unfamiliar sorrows and joys."
"So beautiful!"
"Too beautiful!"
"How can there be such music in the world!"
"Today I realized that music is such a wonderful thing, my life has begun to bloom!"
"Didn’t you use to find this soft music boring, preferring upbeat DJ tracks?"
"How can that garbage compare to this?"
"Why do I feel like I’m wholly imrsed in a musical world, is this heaven?"
"This piece has magic power!"
"Truly miraculous magic power!"
"Every note seems to convey so ssage to , and I can sohow read every aning!"
"Mind-blowing!"
"I seem to see an empire collapsing in the twilight."
"No, that’s clearly a campfire nad hope ignited among the ruins!"
"I feel like I’ve beco a bird!"
...
Different people listening to "Nightingale" ford a myriad of perceptions.
Regarding this, Lin Yuan of course is unaware, after finishing the first piece, he observes everyone’s expressions.
The result leaves Lin Yuan himself puzzled.
Because so are tearfully wiping tears with reddened eyes;
So show a blissful smile, with an expression of unprecedented satisfaction;
So appear confused;
So appear full of vigor.
Joy and sorrow are two extres, entirely different or even completely opposite feelings appearing on the audience’s faces.
Is this the effect of "Imrsive Sound"?
Lin Yuan is not clear.
Yet when his gaze sweeps past the ordinary audience, Lin Yuan sees the nearly uniform expressions of shock on the Maestros’ faces, and he suddenly breathes a sigh of relief.
Professional musicians shocked as usual.
It seems this piece, combined with "Imrsive Sound", indeed produced a very good effect.
Facts prove it is indeed so.
Many Maestros are whispering to each other.
"How strange."
"The imrsion of this piece is inexplicably strong."
"It seems there’s a pull."
"Clearly I’ve always been only moderately interested in this style, yet this piece inexplicably drew in."
"Kicking off with a symphonic structure?"
"The classical symphonic structure combined with classical bamboo flute, plus electronic effects, surprisingly forms such a result, Xian Yu’s innovation is truly surprising."
"This performance, isn’t it sowhat excessively good?"
"It’s like magic sound."
"This isn’t magic sound."
"For , this is heavenly music."
"Just the first piece is so breathtaking, I’m suddenly very curious about how he’ll play next."
"Worthy of Xian Yu’s first concert."
Of course, the Maestros don’t know that this is the effect of "Imrsive Sound".
Yet many Maestros sense the uniqueness of this piece, Xian Yu’s "Nightingale" seems to tug at people’s souls, pulling them into the emotional expression of the music!
...
In a certain private room.
Yang Zhongming looks at Abigail beside him:
"How is it?"
"Heavenly voice!"
Abigail’s expression is astounded.
Beside them, Zheng Jing uncertainly opens her mouth: "Did you notice, is this miraculous imrsion the effect of the performance, or the influence of the music itself..."
Yang Zhongming doesn’t speak.
Abigail also falls into thought.
Equally joining this private room, Lu Sheng smiles and says: "Regardless, if the next pieces can match the standard of this work, then this concert will be Xian Yu’s divine show."
Before he finishes speaking.
Soone notices several beams of golden light illuminating behind "Nightingale" on the big screen.
It is apparent.
According to the rules of the Golden Hall, there are multiple bidding requests for the rights to "Nightingale".
But this isn’t sothing Lin Yuan needs to consider now, "Nightingale" is just the beginning, he is to bring new works next.
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