Yet there is no understanding of what Gan Hua wants to convey from his heart.
Just like the music he creates now, and his fans and listeners.
Sowhat sorrowful, lantable.
Yet, Mao Weiang felt a wave of relief.
Satisfied.
At least, he didn’t bring such regrets into the grave.
On this stage, together with Gan Hua’s granddaughter, he understood the performance of 19 years ago.
Right here, in this place.
Mao Weiang will take these sorrows, these regrets, this relief followed by liberation.
In the way he likes, being selfish this ti.
Convey it!
And it’s not just for "feeling"!
...
As Mao Weiang drew the music to its peak.
His cello sotis surged, sotis suddenly softened into silence.
Like a symbol of glory achieved, and the loneliness and regrets behind that glory.
In this extrely complex music, which nonetheless compels one to feel the desolation.
All the audience saw a stranger in Mao Weiang.
Yet such a Mao Weiang did not make them dislike him.
"Unbelievable..."
One girl stared at the stage, her eyes red,
"It’s the first ti I listened to Maozi’s music and cried."
"Although it’s different from the previous style... it feels like Maozi has beco more genuine....." another audience mber said.
"Moreover, the music matched with Gan Yanyu’s previous pieces..... the connection feels so smooth."
"Still very pleasant to hear, but this ti it feels warr!"
"Honestly, although it doesn’t shock like before, I prefer Maozi now!!"
More and more spectators mustered courage and spoke out their long-held feelings.
They had never felt such complex and urgent emotions in Mao Weiang’s music.
These emotions... intoxicate them!
.....
"How did he do it?!"
At this point,
Yao Han couldn’t hold back, and shouted angrily,
"What exactly did Lin Tian do? Why did Maozi’s cello... beco this way?"
This is completely different from what was outlined in the script!
Mao Weiang’s cello should never be like this, and it is impossible for it to beco like this!
The Mao Weiang in front,
His music seed to be imbued with a soul, becoming incredibly vivid.
He actually completed a resonance with Gan Yanyu’s prior music.
As if he found a perfect balance point between classical music and Pop Music...
"Truly unexpected."
He Shumo beside him also showed a shocked expression,
"Maozi’s music... to soday beco so warm... I thought it would clash with Gan Yanyu, but as it turns out, it’s a perfect fit....."
Thinking of this, He Shumo couldn’t help but sigh,
"No wonder Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu... they could let such a King of Pop Music, perform such a sound..... the upcoming collaboration must proceed perfectly, right?"
"Still early!!"
Yao Han interrupted sharply.
He turned his gaze to another person on the big screen,
"Bai Junze."
"The difficulty of this person’s collaboration is incomparable to Maozi..."
Even considering Mao Weiang’s musical transformation, still within his bearable range.
After all, Maozi has always been modest and willing to learn, if Lin Tian really found so enlightening opportunity, and it worked, it is not impossible.
But the next person, Bai Junze.
This person is soone Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu cannot possibly take down!
"Wait a mont....."
At this mont, He Shumo’s voice interrupted Yao Han’s thoughts.
He suddenly leaned towards the big screen, pointing at the edge of the cara showing half of Bai Junze’s arm.
"What’s with this?"
He Shumo frowned.
....
On the screen,
is a cello wrapped in tape and pieced together.
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