Chapter 219 Luoshan Ji’s Hymn, Death is Coming!

Author: The falling knife on a rainy night

Chapter 219 Luoshan Ji’s Hymn, Death is Coming!

When Han Zhou stepped onto the stage, he saw endless fans.

Because the venue is not wide enough to spread out, the crowds will naturally flow where the buildings block it.

Therefore, crowds blocked the streets and also blocked the roads outside the airport.

So much so that there were American police officers on site to maintain stability.

In the crowd, a large number of people were wearing bird feathers.

It seems that "The Last of the Mohicans" is still as powerful as it has been since its release.

And there were many, many young people at the scene.

Some of these people even wore clothes made of linen pockets.

Although this kind of clothing is very ventilated and cool, it is suitable for summer.

But...is it really necessary?

Han Zhou boarded the performance car again.

This time, the performance vehicle was even more luxurious.

The last performance car was the kind that drove out to the open-air venue of the music festival and started performing.

This time, the truck bed unfolded directly.

The station opened up into a huge flat surface.

Han Zhou stood in the center of the crowd, standing on the stage.

On the table were handmade acoustic guitars worth more than three hundred thousand dollars, and the best electric guitars.

Various musical instruments are placed.

There are a lot of things placed there.

Representative: "We know that you write songs very quickly, and our band is very professional. As long as we have the score, we can perform it."

"So...please give us a full show!"

"Thanks!"

Han Zhou saw the representative bowing and suspected that this guy's Chinese was taught by people from Sakura.

Wait a minute, people from Sakura country are teaching Chinese in the United States?

The world's great wonders.

Or is this kid studying abroad in Sakura Country?

Han Zhou saw the shelf in front of him and the blank sheet of music on it, picked up his pen and thought for a moment.

Then start writing.

Everyone at the scene was silent.

So waiting.

No one dared to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Han Zhou and causing Han Zhou to write a wrong note, which would affect the quality of the entire song.

This is an annual event for all Korean fans in the United States, and any form of interruption is absolutely not allowed.

‘Swish, swish, swish’

The sound of the pen tip scratching on the paper spread throughout the entire scene through the microphone that had been placed in advance.

The sound engineer was shocked and hurriedly got up to turn off the sound connection.

Some fans stopped the sound engineer.

The sound engineer looked sideways.

The handsome blond male fan raised his head, closed his eyes, soaked in the sunshine, and murmured: "Yes, sacred voice."

"The world is born under the pen."

The sound engineer couldn't understand it, but he was deeply shocked.

When the pen slid down handsomely and came to an end, the crowd at the scene burst into loud noises.

"ah!!!!"

"It's written!!!"

“It’s about to begin!!!”

"Han!"

"Han! Han! Han! Han!"

The musicians on the stage walked towards Han Zhou and took photos of the music scores with their mobile phones.

Then I was confused while watching it.

Watch and count at the same time.

"According to the beat, there are also bars...one, two, three, four...thirty-six...fifty-eight...uh? Huh?"

"What do the first two minutes and seven seconds mean?"

"Don't we need to take action in the first two minutes and seven seconds?"

At this time, Han Zhou picked up a guitar and sat on the prepared chair.

The representative has quick hands and quick eyes. He carries the microphone stand forward and places it in a suitable position.

Han Zhou tried the sound of the guitar.

The representative leaned toward the microphone: "Everyone!"

"Wording!"

"Han! Zhou~!"

"Composing?!"

"Han! Zhou~!"

"Arrangement!"

"Han! Zhou~!"

"Act! Sing!"

"Han Zhou!!!"

Representative: ""Hotel California" "Hotel California"!"

The representative stepped aside and squatted in the corner of the stage.

He didn't want to block other fans from admiring Han Zhou's handsome face, which ranked 28th in the world.

But he is always ready to rush to the stage to serve Han Zhou.

Therefore, I could only squat in the corner of the platform where the car was erected.

The guitar sounded.

Gently pluck the strings, and the melodious and layered sound instantly draws everyone's attention.

However, they never expected that what followed would be a very fast and difficult fingerstyle solo.

When the fast note ended, the screams sounded like crazy.

However, Han Zhou's guitar quickly sounded the next note.

The huge screams and whistles at the scene disappeared instantly without a trace.

Han Zhou continued to play.

Every time the audience feels that the guitar sound is so beautiful and intoxicating, the intro is so awesome, and the rest is even better, when they are ready to listen to the song.

The guitar has always carried on.

Screaming again and again, cheering again and again.

Then I discovered something was wrong.

After two minutes and seven seconds of finger playing, Han Zhou's voice suddenly sounded.

The audience in the audience cried.

As expected, just as the people in his home country said, every time he sang, his voice was different and his techniques were different, as if there were a thousand or ten thousand people in his body.

This time, it was a sharp and sharp voice that had gone through vicissitudes of life:

“On a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair
To be continued...