Kenneth didn't know how many times he had played. He only felt numb and tired, and then instinctively began to lose consciousness and his eyes were blurred.
But the passion in my heart has been burning like a flame.
In more than thirty years, he has listened to countless pieces of music and composed countless famous pieces.
But……
He has never been as touched as "Going Home".
[Art should not be forced, it is a gift from God].
This sentence has been his belief in these years, so he will not forcefully pursue many things, let everything take its course, and then spend decades happily.
But……
Today he violated his beliefs.
Especially when he received that phone call, and especially when Zhou Yang said that he had written another chapter of "Going Home", he almost fell into a crazy frenzy uncontrollably.
Like Zhou Yang, he also felt that a door had been opened. He admired many things inside the door, but he was only a foot away from touching those things.
He needed a touch, a touch...
I don’t know how much time passed, and he played it countless times.
Then, he seemed to touch that subtle feeling!
He walked forward step by step, his whole body trembling in excitement...
"Here it is!"
"Yes, God, that's it!"
"right here!"
"It's out, it's out, the full version is out, perfect!"
He couldn't hear anything, he just screamed instinctively, with tears streaming down his face.
Then, he saw Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang was also looking at him and nodded desperately.
"Yes, Mr. Kenneth, yes, yes, that's it!"
He saw that the Chinese man was also shouting excitedly, and he almost roared out the voice in his heart.
Kenneth nodded with satisfaction, picked up the saxophone and played it again.
His heart followed the melody, and he wandered in the beautiful music. His fatigue suddenly disappeared, as if he had seen heaven on earth, and even felt an inexplicable sense of honor to be a part of it.
"Teacher, this will be a great piece of saxophone music!"
After he finished playing, he heard a familiar voice shouting excitedly.
He wanted to laugh, laugh out loud!
But……
But his whole body was spinning, and his perception of the surroundings was becoming increasingly blurred. He only felt that the surroundings were empty, as if there was a light that could envelope his whole body and his soul.
When this light flashed away, everything in the world began to become dark again.
The darkness is so oppressive that one can't breathe.
"teacher!"
"teacher……"
"Mr. Kenneth!"
"teacher!"
"Ambulance, where's the ambulance!"
In the dark world, he heard noisy sounds, which eventually became lighter and lighter.
finally……
He lost all consciousness.
…………………………
"In the first half of the year... Zhou Yang's gambling agreement with the Chinese Youth Directors Association was completed, but Zhou Yang's personal gambling agreement was not completed. Uncle Cao, can we..."
"I know there is a backend behind Zhou Yang, but the lofty ideals he once made have not been fulfilled yet. You can't blame us, right?"
"Would you like to remind me?"
The whole month of July was not a happy day for Django.
Although I still have renewed confidence in the future and firmly believe that the future belongs to me.
But he still feels that he is suffering the biggest psychological setback since his debut, and even feels that his ambitions have been completely beaten by reality.
There are external reasons for these things coming from Hollywood movies…
"Pearl Harbor" grossed more than 20 million at the box office after its premiere. Under the huge popularity, his previous calculations had no advantage at all.
There are also internal reasons.
Since late July, this guy Zhou Yang has been trending on all kinds of searches, crossing borders in various ways, to the point where Jiang Ge started to doubt his life.
He is naturally jealous, dissatisfied, and even vaguely filled with hatred.
He is just a freeloader, he was just blown away...
This emotion began to feel a little morbid, but on July 27, after seeing the box office data for the first half of the year presented by his assistant, Django seemed to have found an outlet for his emotions and almost went crazy.
Taking the box office data with him, he immediately called Cao Bangguo and told a series about Zhou Yang's situation.
Unexpectedly, Cao Bangguo remained silent on the phone. Even after he finished speaking, Cao Bangguo did not say anything.
Django began to panic.
"Uncle Cao, are you okay? Uncle Cao, can you hear me?"
"These are not important anymore, Xiao Jiang, make a good movie and stop paying attention to Zhou Yang..."
After a long time, he heard a faint sigh from the other end of the phone.
He was a little stunned, not knowing what this faint sigh meant. He just felt that there seemed to be something in Cao Bangguo's words.
"Xiao Jiang, listen to me...make good movies and don't compare yourself to anyone else. In every era, there will be geniuses of every era. We are just ordinary filmmakers..."
The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to have some serious words, as if he was giving some advice.
Jiang Ge opened his mouth...
He still heard the words "ordinary filmmaker" from Cao Bangguo once!
Naturally, he felt the sting, and the pain even made him lose his mind and wanted to smash his phone.
Ever since he was young, he has been a genius and a genius. How can he be an ordinary filmmaker?
"In this world, there are many people who are better than you, and there are many people who are better than you. If you keep comparing, when will you be able to finish the comparison? A normal mind is very important..."
"Isn't "Night Walker" going to be released on August 2nd? Be busy with the release..."
"Living in this era... it is indeed very difficult for people, and you may even lose yourself. However, in fact, there are some people who you cannot suppress even if you want to."
"It's important to recognize reality."
Cao Bangguo continued to speak these words, the complexity in his voice getting stronger and stronger, especially the last sentence, which seemed to be referring to something and full of sympathy.
"What happened to Zhou Yang?"
"I don't know what to say. I was invited to attend Zhang Xia's concert on August 1st Army Day. When the time comes, you can come too..."
Django listened to the busy tone on the phone.
Cao Bangguo hung up the phone.
Looking at the phone, he was a little confused. When he recalled Cao Bangguo's words, he began to become distracted.
Today's Cao Bangguo is really weird, weird to the core.
"Dong dong."
"Come in……"
"Director Jiang, you asked me to pay attention to Zhou Yang's news. There is new progress."
"What's new?"
"Zhou Yang seems to have composed the famous saxophone song "Going Home," which almost caused Kenneth, the world's saxophone master, to have a myocardial infarction..."
"Why is there no news on the Internet?" Jiang Ge looked pale.
"Due to some diplomatic reasons, I was afraid of causing an uncontrollable public sensation, so I suppressed it for the time being and only a few people knew about it."
"How did you find out?"
"Director Cao asked his assistant to send me the information..."
"..."
Jiang Ge received the information and saw the content on it.
After reading it, he opened his mouth. He was so shocked that his scalp felt numb.
There was silence in the office.
After a long moment of silence, he looked at the window, feeling as if he had been struck.
"Why, I feel like I'm living in a dream..."
"I'm like a fucking supporting character, witnessing Zhou Yang showing off every day!"
“Is this fucking science?”
"Do you think I'm a fool? A person who has no formal music training, you fucking tell me, he can compose music that makes people like Kenneth crazy!"
"Are you fucking realistic?"
"ah!"
"..."
he yelled angrily.
I vented all the emotions in my heart, and after I finished yelling, I tried my best to return to normal.
He suddenly thought of Cao Bangguo's definition of "ordinary people".
He lowered his head and began to mutter to himself again: "So, I am just a fucking ordinary person!"
…………………………
"Fuck!"
"Damn it, what kind of awesome guy is this!"
"Li Luguang, the head of the Sheng School, Wang Zhongjing, the guzheng master, Zhou Hongwei, the flute master, Tong Yuan, the suona master, Zhang Zunlian, the famous erhu master..."
"What kind of gods are these!"
"Is this a peach festival?"
End of July.
The Chinese Music Association’s Weibo officially released an announcement.
In the announcement...
The title of "Zhang Xia's Art Achievements Concert" is very eye-catching.
After people who know music saw this title and clicked on it to read the content, their eyes widened and their scalps instantly started to feel numb.
They saw textbook-level masters of musical instruments appear on the concert list and will perform in the "Zhang Xia Art Achievements Concert".
They looked down again and saw a series of shocking names...
One by one, contemporary or veteran musicians of their parents' generation came into view, and each name was shocking...
They saw the text below, and every sentence seemed to say that this concert was the grandest and most majestic concert in China in recent years.
finally……
They saw the last sentence below on Weibo.
[Special thanks to Teacher Zhou Yang for his contribution to this concert...]
This passage is very abrupt, as abrupt as the Monkey King suddenly appeared at a peach gathering where gods gathered, disrupting the entire event.
"etc!"
"Teacher Zhou Yang?"
"How can Zhou Yang be called a teacher in front of these gods? Although I didn't mean to slander Zhou Yang, but..."
"Does he really deserve to be written like that?"
"Is this a linguistic disorder? Perhaps it would be more appropriate to use Mr. Zhou Yang?"
"Wait, that's not right! One of the temporary workers must be a fan of Zhou Yang, and they were added specifically to make their idol look good, right?"
"I think so too..."
"Hey, Zhou Yang's idiot fans are really scary!"
"..."
At this time, someone discovered the controversial part of this text...
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