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Chapter 267 Why do you have to be like others?

Xu Song showed a wry smile.

My thoughts returned to the video.

He watched it very seriously, because he also wanted to know what the final outcome would be.

"Thank you to the last contestant for your wonderful performance. Now, it's up to us..." The host was about to announce the result.

At this time, a staff member came over and whispered a few words to him, and the supporter immediately changed his words, "It seems that we have another player, she is..."

The next moment, what appeared on the screen was a violin covered with tape.

The camera moves and the girl with the violin appears on the stage.

She doesn't have such a glamorous dress, she wears a simple white dress without makeup, but at this moment, she is standing on the stage, and she is the focus of everyone.

The girl took a deep breath, firmly and slowly put the violin on her shoulders. At that moment, she looked at the people in the audience and thought of her uncle who was also her teacher and friend. He was lying in the hospital, and she thought of him.

Tell yourself, music is alive, you can see it when you close your eyes.

She slowly closed her eyes.

The bow gently pulls the strings, and the sound of the violin bursts out like a broken silver bottle.

Xu Song felt like his scalp was numb.

If we say that the piano music of the previous piano girl burned like the fire of her jealousy, it was like the roar she gave out.

So at this moment, the accelerated violin variations of "Canon in D Major" are even more exciting and exciting!

The sound produced by the violin seems to confirm the sentence: music, like people, is alive.

As the camera rotated rapidly, the entire concert hall seemed to be revolving around this girl, with her beautiful black hair, simple white dress, and pretty figure playing the violin to produce a beautiful and shocking melody.

In that melody, everything becomes illusion.

On the stage, the girl's hair seemed to be in the wind as she played with selfless devotion. The wind seemed to be the wind that bent the weeds in the wilderness, and the weeds would eventually stand up again.

In the picture, along with the shocking music, the girl suddenly thought of the sound of the uncle making gestures, suddenly saw the uncle's instructive and kind face while lying in the hospital, suddenly thought of the scene of being bullied, and suddenly found herself in the broad fields of freedom.

All of this bursts out during the performance of this song. This is the embodiment of her truest emotions. At this moment, the melody has life and a soul.

Quickly cut the screen and switch constantly.

All the things I have experienced before, I kept practicing for this moment and kept pulling the strings.

All the hardships I have experienced have become the nourishment of music at this moment.

In the lens, accompanied by the passionate and scalp-numbing melody, a beautiful butterfly emerged from its cocoon on the treetop of the vast field, fluttering its wings and flying towards the gentle and yearning sunshine.

The butterfly was born towards the light and flew towards the light, just like she was playing on the stage at this moment, playing with abandon.

She tossed her hair wantonly and pulled the strings, and the notes full of life burst out from her hands one by one.

At this moment she is so confident and so public!

On the stage, as the most passionate note came to an abrupt end, she held the violin quietly and gasped for air.

The entire audience seemed to have pressed the stop button.

The camera scanned the faces.

One by one, they were all stunned, with their mouths open from ear to ear, looking at the weak-looking figure on the stage, unable to say a word, and the whole place was silent.

It seems that they have not yet recovered from the melody that made their scalp numb.

It seems unbelievable that a girl who doesn't look powerful at all, but is actually a bit thin, can burst out with such terrifying energy.

It seems that everyone is still reminiscing about the moving and beautiful melody full of countless emotions, unable to extricate themselves.

This is the charm of music, this is the power of dreams.

At some point, someone stood up and applauded, and the applause started to spread like a virus.

Countless people stood up and applause resounded through the sky!

Even the piano girl was looking at her in despair at this moment.

It seems unbelievable that she can actually do it and do it better than her.

What made it even more difficult for her to accept was that she was deaf and could not hear sounds, but she actually completed a wonderful performance, which had a huge impact on her.

Everything she did before was like a clown.

Just like Xu Song's mood at this moment.

He feels that he is the piano girl.

Sitting here, watching the work of the director I envy and hate, I feel lost!

She couldn't hear the thunderous applause on the stage, but she saw that everyone was applauding her.

The short film is over, 4 minutes and 5 seconds long, but the shock it brought is one that people can’t calm down for a long time.

At least at this moment, Xu Song was still in a daze.

He felt that he used to be like the deaf girl in the movie, who was ridiculed and suffered a lot.

He still vaguely remembered that at that time, he was just like the deaf girl, who was hit and on the verge of collapse.

The dream is broken!

It's just that the girl was lucky enough to have a good mentor, and lucky enough to have someone tell her: "Why, why...you have to be like others?"

Therefore, his dream of directing was shattered.

Then, he became that piano girl, and the flames of jealousy made him constantly smear and belittle those successful directors.

Are those movies he criticized as useless, really that bad?

No, it’s just jealousy that comes from deep inside!

Xu Song leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, took a strong drag, and then spit it out.

He didn't expect that he could be shocked by a short film.

He didn't know how long it took, but he didn't come back to his senses until his fingers felt hot.

Put out the cigarette butt.

He started to read again.

However, this time, he no longer brought a critical eye, but brought the knowledge he had learned about directors to watch this short film.

Why did this short film make his scalp tingle when he watched it? Why was it so shocking?

He needs to analyze it carefully.

As for the negative review order, he had long forgotten about it.

At the same time, this commercial, just like Li Yi's short films in the past, began to spread like a virus.

The major video platforms are increasing their clicks, comments, and comments at a flying speed.

"As expected of a dog director, he has actually improved again!"

"What melody is the violin playing? My scalp goes numb when I hear it!"

"Desires and obstacles, inner conflicts and external conflicts. It's very complete, fast-paced but comprehensive, the conflicts are intensified and reasonable, it's a groove, I love it. I feel numb watching it, it's awesome."

"If you walk a long road alone in the dark, it's hard not to burst into tears!"


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