However, this overture seems to be played too high.
It brought the audience's emotions to the extreme.
Missing, sad, moved, surging...
Countless emotions surged up in my heart, and then fell again.
Next, some old artists took the stage, and the songs they sang were still extremely classic, full of traces of time, and evoked memories of generations.
The applause was still thunderous, some were excited, some were emotional, and some were sad.
However, I don’t know why, but the amazing feeling is much less.
Perhaps "My Motherland" exaggerated the emotions to the peak, and then it went downhill.
Even if Grandma Zhang Xia goes on stage again and sings the theme song of the TV series "On the Water Side" as the finale, it still loses a little bit of flavor.
Zhou Yang seemed to have no feeling at all about what was happening in the outside world.
Starting from the melodious Erhu prelude of "My Motherland", Zhou Yang entered a very subtle state, which was very much like an epiphany.
He was still sitting on the chair, still staring at a person on the stage.
But in my mind, one note after another kept echoing, each note was extremely familiar, as familiar as some old friends surrounding me, whispering softly over and over again.
The books he had read about music were also opened page after page among these notes. With the knowledge he had learned from these masters these days, each piece of music became very familiar.
Vaguely, he heard the desolate world. In the desolate world, there were eagles chirping, dust flying all over the sky, the sun shrouding the earth with blazing heat, and skulls filled with arrows buried deep in the ground.
.
That was a scene from a documentary called "Indian" in his past world.
He closed his eyes and saw the picture become clearer.
The score of "The Last of the Mohicans" is incomplete.
But at this moment, pieces of melody appeared in these incomplete and empty parts.
These melodies continue to fill in the missing parts, and Zhou Yang is like a bystander, letting these melodies outline a picture, a little lost in the desolation!
………………
"The concert is over!"
"Mr. Zhang Xia, please allow me and we to pay tribute to you with high respect!"
“We look forward to seeing you on stage again!”
The voices of host Li Guohui and Zhang Zimeng were full of regret.
The stage lights were dimmed, and amid bursts of applause and bursts of sobs, the audience left the scene one after another.
Outside the concert hall, the moonlight was bright and countless reporters were rushing forward, interviewing old artists one after another.
Tonight is destined to be an unforgettable ambition.
The audience who had not yet left noticed Zhou Yang sitting on the stage.
He neither clapped nor shed tears like the others. He was very quiet from beginning to end. Even after Zhang Xia and others finished their performance and left the stage, he still looked at the stage.
After watching for a long time, everyone saw him lower his head.
Tang Xiao looked at his fingers...
His fingers have been tapping the melody, and the melody is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes smooth, and sometimes it falls into short stagnation and bumps.
Zhang Xia glanced at the others, and then winked at the security guards. The security guards immediately came to the audience who still hadn't left and whispered persuasion...
Lin Xiaoxiao and Miao Miao were the most reluctant to leave among the audience.
The two of them stared at Zhou Yang from beginning to end...
They felt Zhou Yang's abnormality, and they felt a little uneasy, and this uneasy feeling began to become stronger and stronger.
But he couldn't stand the whispers of the security guards, and finally left the concert hall with worried eyes.
The originally noisy and lively music hall began to become extremely quiet...
An Jianwu sat for a while, then stood up and whispered some instructions to some people. After taking a look at Zhou Yang, he left with Liu Ruolan, Yang Lao and others.
The middle-aged couple sitting next to Zhou Yang wanted to say goodbye to Zhou Yang, but after seeing Zhou Yang's appearance, they finally shook their heads and only told An Zhibin to watch carefully.
They still have something to do, and it's quite important. They took time out of their busy schedules to attend this concert.
When An Zhibin saw the couple leaving, he became speechless, but he still loyally stayed by Zhou Yang's side, like a guard.
"We may be witnesses!"
Tang Xiao saw An Zhibin's expression and whispered.
do not know why……
She was very confident in Zhou Yang. He was a very strange man. Ever since he was buried alive in Ila, she had found this man incredible.
After saying this, not far away, Zhang Xia, who was supposed to leave, walked over again with the support of Song Yiyi.
She was followed by some of the famous musicians playing today.
They listened to the amazing saxophone song "Going Home" a few days ago.
They were in disbelief and with a bit of expectation. After sitting down one by one, they actually felt a bit of witnessing emotion in their hearts.
Tong Yuan is also among these people. Although today's concert made her extremely strenuous, as if all the strength in her body had been drained, she is still very energetic now.
She looked ahead.
Zhou Yang in front of him no longer seemed to be looking at the stage, and his fingers no longer tapped the armrests of the chair. He just closed his eyes and sat motionless.
She understood that she was in trance.
Time seems to have passed for a long time...
At ten o'clock in the evening, the door to the music hall opened.
John Williams walked over in a hurry, making a lot of noise, but after seeing that the atmosphere seemed not right, he subconsciously silenced himself and arrived not far from Zhou Yang.
Half an hour later, An Xiao's cold figure slowly walked over. She nodded along with everyone, said hello softly, and then sat next to Zhou Yang and looked at Zhou Yang.
After seeing An Xiao, Zhang Xia's eyes narrowed slightly, and then she pushed Song Yiyi's hand slightly.
Song Yiyi didn't seem to feel anything, she just held the genna flute gently and did not walk over.
These days, Zhang Xia has felt the changes in Song Yiyi. She who was once cheerful and lively has gradually stopped smiling during this time.
She began to become a little inexplicably quiet, and she spoke in a soft voice, not as gentle as Song Yiyi.
Zhang Xia did not feel happy about this sudden change, but she was a little worried.
later……
When she heard that she was going to have a concert, she often heard Song Yiyi say the word "Zhou Yang".
When she mentioned these two words, Zhang Xia saw that Song Yiyi's eyes seemed to be emitting a burst of light and full of strange emotions...
Only then did she realize something, and she met Zhou Yang in the name of the copyright of "My Motherland".
Overall she was quite satisfied.
In the music hall.
Zhang Xia gently pushed Song Yiyi again.
"Grandma, what's wrong?"
Zhang Xia didn't speak, but looked at An Xiao and then at Song Yiyi.
"Grandma... don't get me wrong, Zhou Yang and I are ordinary friends. I admire him very much, that's all..." Song Yiyi lowered her head and said these words in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
Zhang Xia looked at Song Yiyi's expression when she said this, and saw that Song Yiyi was extremely calm. There seemed to be no flaws in her eyes, and she didn't seem to be lying. After that, she finally nodded.
Not far away, Tang Xiao bent down and stood up in front of An Xiao. It seemed that An Xiao was saying something that only they could hear...
Song Yiyi felt that Tang Xiao's eyes seemed to be looking at her, but when she looked over, she found that Tang Xiao was not looking at her again.
She began to feel vaguely uncomfortable.
Time passed little by little.
From half past ten to eleven o'clock, and from eleven o'clock to two o'clock in the morning.
"If you need help, please call me. I'll go back and take a nap for a while..."
Zhang Zunlian glanced at Zhou Yang, then looked at Zhang Xia who was standing aside.
He really couldn't bear to go on like this.
After Zhang Zunlian bowed his head and left, the other musicians also stood up and said the same thing.
When facing Zhou Yang, they didn't have their own agenda like those in the film industry.
They are very pure, and everyone has a pious pursuit of music. They even look down upon fame and fortune, and pay more attention to the inheritance of music and the care of the next generation.
The reason why they came back was because they wanted to be there to give Zhou Yang some help when Zhou Yang needed help, that's all.
Four o'clock in the morning...
Many people couldn't stand it any longer, and Zhang Xia also left. At her age, she really couldn't stay up late, and coupled with today's hard work, she really couldn't stand it any longer.
Before leaving, she gave Song Yiyi a few words of advice, and Song Yiyi nodded.
In fact...
Only a few slightly younger music luminaries are still guarding the place.
It's half past four in the morning.
Everyone saw Zhou Yang trembling, then he opened his eyes and sat up.
He looked at the empty concert hall in a daze and the people with swollen eyes next to him.
What are these people doing so hard at work?
At this moment, these people immediately gathered around.
"Mr. Zhou Yang!"
"How's it going, Xiao Zhou?"
"Any new creations?"
"..."
But his eyes were blank for a brief moment.
“Did The Last of the Mohicans come about?”
When he saw John Williams' excited eyes, Zhou Yang suddenly felt a little confused.
creation?
What creation?
He seemed to have taken a nap just now...
He slept very comfortably, and at this moment, his spirit was extremely refreshing.
Even he found it strange that he could actually fall asleep during such a noisy concert, and he slept for so long. He didn't even know it had been so long since the concert ended...
Maybe I've just been too tired lately?
"I...you are..."
Zhou Yang looked at these people with excited eyes.
He suddenly didn't know how to explain...
But in the end, clear melodies emerged in his mind.
"Do you have a pen and paper?"
He subconsciously dug into his pocket, only to find that his pen and paper had been left behind.