Tick!

A tear fell from Master Changfeng's eyes. The music stopped beating for a long time, and he was stuck in that mood, unwilling to come out.

He saw the battlefield, the flames of war, the wielding long knives, and the bloody soldiers falling.

There was a north wind, there was a roar, and there was a cry.

This is not fate, but a desolate concerto.

After the war, there was no winner, only blood and corpses, only tears and laughter.

Yang Mo let out a long sigh of relief and opened his red eyes. I want to give this song to all my comrades-in-arms, but they can't hear it, and they will never hear it.

There was still silence in the room, only Yang Mo's footsteps echoed.

Everybody is stuck in that emotion, and that's the magic of music.

The members of the band were all trembling with excitement, this was not that they were assisting Yang Mo in playing, but they had been guided and driven by Yang Mo all the time, witnessing and participating in a miracle.

Looking at Yang Mo, everyone stood up one after another and gave the most precious attention gift.

Master, this is the top master, it is a height that Master Changfeng cannot compare with, and cannot reach.

Changfeng looked at Yang Mo, in awe and loss. I lost, I lost at the hands of a teenager.

I don't know who took the lead first, but the room resounded with unprecedented applause, which was the most sincere cry in everyone's heart.

"How many more miracles can you perform? I believe you came down from the battlefield. Xiao Xuan muttered to himself.

"It's so good, it turns out that there really is such a hidden master in the world. Liu Ziying and a few good girlfriends have the same idea in their hearts.

In the applause of everyone, Shao Feilin was awakened, and finally realized what had happened, he was brought into the artistic conception of music by Yang Mo.

This made him very angry and blamed himself, and he wanted to slap himself twice. But when he looked around, all that was left was horror.

He saw the tears on Master Changfeng's face that had not yet dissipated, and he also saw the respect and fanaticism in the eyes of everyone in the band, as well as the worship of Liu Ziying and others, and the remorse and pain of those who had mocked before.

All this made him understand that not only did he not see Yang Mo make a fool of himself, but let Yang Mo show his face in front of everyone, which fulfilled Yang Mo. Even Xiao Xuan's coldness melted a lot, which he couldn't accept, and after leaving here, he still wanted to pursue Xiao Xuan.

He stubbornly said: "Yang Mo, what are you playing? Is it fate? How can there be a little bit of impassionedness, blood boiling? There is only endless sadness, you are completely playing indiscriminately, how can you compare with Master Changfeng?"

Even if you have your own attainments, your style is the posture of a little daughter, and it will never be able to compare with the pride and ambition of Master Changfeng..."

"Shut up!"

Before Shao Fei finished speaking, he was reprimanded by Master Changfeng.

"Classmate, if you don't understand music, don't talk nonsense here. Master Changfeng glared at Shao Feilin fiercely.

He had already been impressed by Yang Mo. He was arrogant, but he respected those who were stronger than himself.

"Master, why do you want to raise Yang Mo? I am not wrong, the sorrow and tears of the crowd are the best proof. Shao Feilin was still unwilling.

"Sorrow, tears, are there no passions, no blood? Classmates, don't you know that on the battlefield, in addition to blood, there are tears? Weapons are cold, but human blood is warm.

All soldiers, no matter which side they are, have feelings. If there is no emotion, no mission, no people to protect, they will not step on the battlefield, play with the enemy, and play with death.

Watching their comrades-in-arms fall beside them, won't their hearts be painful?

Over the years, I've been trying to blend blood and real emotions together, but I can't make a perfect fit. Once, I thought that in the whole world, only the old master and the old man could do it, completely merging blood and tears. Now, there is one more person in the world again. ”

In the last sentence, Master Changfeng's voice was very low, as if he was not saying it to others, but talking to himself.

Shao Feilin was already shocked and speechless, and the eyes of the others looking at Yang Mo changed again.

Yang Mo can actually be compared to the Silent Master? The Silent Master is a pinnacle-like existence, how can Yang Mo be so young?

Will there be another giant in China's symphony scene?

"This little friend, it was my fault just now, I am here to apologize to you, and I hope that you will forgive me. ”

Master Changfeng turned his head and apologized to Yang Mo, Yang Mo did it, and it was worth it.

"It doesn't matter. Master Changfeng, I am also wrong in saying it, I should not comment on you in public. Yang Mo smiled.

Since this person is willing to bow his head, Yang Mo is not willing to be domineering.

Hearing this, Master Changfeng felt even more ashamed, it is normal to comment, spend money to watch the performance, how can there be no comment?

"Sir, you are so young, you have such attainments, you must have studied under a famous master, right? I don't know who your master is? Can you tell us?" Master Changfeng asked.

"You may not believe it when you say it, I don't have any musically convenient Master, this is my first time playing the piano. Yang Mo shrugged his shoulders.

His time is on the battlefield, how can he have the leisure to learn the piano elegantly? The skills he knows are just to survive.

Yang Mo just relied on his memory to play that tune, and then integrated a little bit of his own feelings, experiences, and thoughts into it.

It was many years ago, a deaf and mute man appeared on the battlefield with a guqin in his arms and stayed for a month.

Every time the two sides went to war, that person would play on the sidelines.

At the beginning, Yang Mo had ordered him to leave, but the sword had no eyes on the battlefield, and no one could be sure that he would be able to go on alive.

But after communicating with that person, Yang Mo allowed this person to exist, and the tragic music and the north wind merged together, composing a bleak period together, inspiring all the soldiers.

During that month, Yang Mo also became a year-old friend with this person, and every time he walked down from the battlefield, he would listen to a song quietly.

A month later, the person left, and Yang Mo knew his name: Wuyin!

Heaven and earth have sound, music is divided into five lines, heaven and earth are silent, everywhere sheng song!

If this person is his master, then he and Changfeng are considered to be the same family.

Changfeng didn't believe Yang Mo's words, he just thought that Yang Mo was unwilling to reveal them, and he didn't continue to ask them very interestingly, which would only make Yang Mo hate himself even more.

"Little friend, I have always wanted to reach the height of you and Master, but I can't do it, can you mention it in the next sentence to solve your doubts?"