No one spoke, and even many students who planned to watch the show were stunned in place, and no one opened their mouths to break the atmosphere that came suddenly because of one person.

What kind of man is this, what has he been through, and why does he exude such intense sadness.

Bite......

Ye Han's fingers finally moved, and the first note that sounded after a long silence seemed to sound not in his ears, but in the hearts of the audience, and quickly spread to every nerve in his body.

From simple notes, they gradually converged into smooth piano sounds, pouring out from Ye Han's fingertips, slowly penetrating into their ears and hearts.

It's a song with no name, it was written by that person.

Ye Han didn't seem to be playing the piano anymore, and he had forgotten what he was going to do on stage, he was completely caught in his memories.

He remembered that he had been taken to a desert by Wang Yang and thrown in front of a middle-aged man with a simple face and a stout figure.

That year, he was only five years old.

That day, he fell to his knees, looked up at the blue sky, cried incessantly, and kept shouting the word "mother". He is not afraid, but, only in this way, he can express his thoughts about his mother.

He also remembered that when he was six years old, Wang Yang and middle-aged people threw him alone in the barren mountains and mountains in order to train him.

On that day, if it weren't for the middle-aged man who left him a bottle of spirits, I'm afraid he would have left the world long ago.

He also remembered that the middle-aged man took him to train and teach him how to fight, how to shoot, how to kill bit by bit.

It is true that Wang Yang is Ye Han's master, but more often, middle-aged people are more like Ye Han's master.

He even remembered that every time after completing a task, he ate peanuts and drank wine with middle-aged people.

Decade!

That honest middle-aged man has been with him for ten years.

In his heart, that person was his master, his companion, his brother, the same... Or his father!

That's right, deep down, he always thought of that person as his father.

Never changed.

The sound of the piano galloped down, and on the stage, Ye Han was completely caught in his memories, tears flowing out of his eyes uncontrollably, and across the cold mask of death.

The sadness in the sound of the piano was so thick at this moment that the eyes of the audience began to flash tears, and then, silently condensed into tears, Ye Han on the stage was already blurred, and they had even forgotten who he was and where he was now, all their hearts swayed with the sound of the piano in their hearts.

The deep and sad rhythm that flowed from Ye Han's fingertips made them completely infected, and there was an irrepressible resonance in their hearts.

This is a song without a name, and it was taught to Ye Han by that person.

It was originally a soft tune, but it could be a tear-jerking to play.

There are too many stories, too many sorrows, too many memories.

An even thicker atmosphere of sadness centered on the piano spread to all sides, and the hearts of the audience were suddenly pinched.

The sound of the piano seemed to match Ye Han's memories and became low, and Ye Han's mind flashed that familiar face again, and at the same time, the scenes of fighting with that person flashed one by one.

Again and again arduous tasks, one thrilling battle picture after another, in the battle, there are countless dangers, but when the companions fall one after another, only that person is always in front of him like a god of war, no matter how difficult the battle is, he can lead himself to victory in the battle.

That person taught himself how to be a strong man, and he also accompanied him through ten springs, summers, autumns and winters, and raised himself like a father.

Until he can defeat everyone and stand at the top of the dragon's teeth.

It's just that....

"Ding......

The sound of the piano suddenly became intense, as if describing a terrifying picture, and Ye Han's body and fingers were trembling.

The sometimes intense, sometimes low piano sound made all the audience tremble, as if an indescribable force was injected into their bodies, infecting them.

At the same time, in Ye Han's mind, the picture flashed again.

Bang!!

A bullet pierced the resistance of the air and rushed towards the man's chest, but the man still rushed forward as if he didn't see it.

"Whoosh!"

The modified sniper bullet instantly penetrated the barrier of the body armor and pierced the heart of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's body trembled violently, and then he fell.

Bite......

Ye Han's hands trembled more and more, and at this time, it seemed that he was no longer playing the piano, but pressing it casually.

"No!!"

Ye Han let out a heart-rending roar in the dark, ignoring the obstruction of his teammates, he rushed out of the jungle in an instant, pulled the trigger hard, and the merciless bullet beat the sniper hiding in front into a sieve.

He no longer cares about any plans, no longer with the goals of the mission, and no longer with the demands of the superiors. Instead, he hugged the middle-aged man's body and covered his wounds hard, trying to stop the blood flowing.

Everything was in vain, the middle-aged man's breathing became more and more rapid, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

In the face of death, the middle-aged man did not have the slightest fear, on the contrary, there was a smile of relief on his face, but there was a trace of guilt hidden in the smile that could not be erased: "Xiaohan, live well, remember to give the song I made up to the girl you care about the most, you always mention her, my ears are calloused." Also, help me tell my family that I'm sorry for them, tell my daughter that I'm sorry for her, I'm not a good father, and let her not hate me......"

The pictures engraved in the depths of his heart kept flashing in Ye Han's mind, and the master's dying words kept echoing in his ears.

This is the memory that Ye Han is most reluctant to recall, he is the captain of the dragon's tooth, the commander of that operation, and his master, his brother, was shot through the heart by a sniper rifle in front of his eyes like this!

On the stage, Ye Han was completely crazy.

The fingers pressed quickly, and the notes emitted by each key seemed to convey the power of the rage.

The power of rage!

It was a warrior who looked at death in the face of thousands of troops, never flinched, and faced it alone and bravely.

Attack!

Constant attacks!

Use the bullets in your hands to pay tribute to the dead souls!

At this moment, on the stage, every time Ye Han's fingers touched, the notes that came out seemed to have infinite power, and the entire stage and the entire court seemed to tremble.

Shock!

Unbeatable shock!

The audience was shocked by the sound of the piano on the stage, which was full of violent energy, a shock from the depths of the soul!

First sorrow, then rage!

All of this is the sound of a piano, and every note seems to have a soul, which makes people tremble!