Zhang Chao trembled and took out his mobile phone from his body, signaled everyone not to speak, and then quickly pressed the record button.

At the same time, Liao Yuan closed his eyes, put his hands flat in the center of the black and white keys, and began to play the first scale.

The next moment, it was like a morning bell at dusk.

The sound that emerged made the hearts of everyone present stir, and they trembled in an instant.

In my head, it was as if someone was singing.

It seems to be a huge Bible, slowly unfolding in the air.

Countless golden Sanskrit words detached from the pages, and each word exudes a simple and vast atmosphere, illuminating the dark earth.

With the yellow sand flying in the sky, accompanied by the swaying of the setting sun, as far as the eye can see, the thousands of ragged Jews, under the leadership of Moses, are advancing in the boundless sea of golden sand......

The pathetic and passionate tune turned into countless images, which were played in a loop in Liao Yuan's mind.

The scales played by his hands are like the sea when the tide rises and falls, rushing, whistling, and advancing, so majestic and unstoppable.

Moses, the founder of Judaism and the prophet of the world, led the enslaved Hebrews into the desert to escape from ancient Egypt to their homeland in the midst of the roar of war in Egypt.

However, after more than 40 years of arduous trekking, he passed away just as he was about to reach his destination.

A faint sadness filled the air.

Liao Yuan's hands began to open and close on the 88 black and white keys, and countless scales swayed out from his fingertips, magnificent and delicate.

It's like in the midst of despair, but there is infinite life!

Under the yellow sand, the enslaved people were freed from their bondage, and then they walked out of Egypt with perseverance and their heads held high, vowing never to return!

Let the rough sand plop down on your face.

Let the howling wind pierce the bones.

Leave your parched throat to bear the scorching heat.

Let the lone wolf on the top of the mountain roar angrily.

At this moment, no one can stop my desire to return to the Holy Land, and no one can take away my freedom in vain!

In the dark, it was as if the gods were singing.

Liao Yuan's fingertips were once again entangled in the holy light of the void, and in the rapid playing, they exuded brilliance.

This situation made Zhang Chao and others emotional, excited and crying.

That's the power of music!

In the distance, the mountains of my hometown are already looming!

Kids, run wild!

The familiar smell of the long-lost homeland is wafting with the wind!

Dear hometown, wait for me!

I will soon return to your arms and never be separated from you again!

Liao Yuan tilted his head, his hands didn't dance as fast as the last time, but every key he played was so sonorous and tenacious!

He closed his eyes, and as his emotions rose, a tear slowly fell.

His body, in the music, is like seaweed flying, unstoppable rhythm.

At this moment, he was immersed in the images that kept coming to his mind, and he couldn't extricate himself!

It was as if he were the enslaved Hebrews, mingled in a long procession and suffering beyond the comprehension of the world!

Wind!

Rainstorm!

Dark clouds!

Lightning!

No matter how big the storm is, it can't stop the perseverance and determination of the trekkers!

Until the clouds have dissipated and the first light has appeared on the horizon......

Liao Yuan's arm slowed down, and in the hazy eyes of tears, he seemed to see the leader of the white-clothed Moses, excitedly throw away the scepter in his hand, open his arms, and go to meet the wind of his homeland!

At that moment, the glow flew in the sky!

Finally, the song ended.

Zhang Chao couldn't help but shed tears, he said excitedly: "Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, sir, you are really a great talent in the world! It is really hard to imagine that at your age, you have such a magical and magical performance skills, it is my honor to know you!"

Liao Yuan lowered his hands from the keys, and the wetness in the corners of his eyes made him feel dazed again.

He looked at his hands, felt the boiling blood in his heart, and couldn't help but ask himself: What's wrong with me?

In his previous life, although he was keen to play, he had never been like this in this life, playing every piece of music, he would devote himself wholeheartedly, and the whole person's emotions seemed to be immersed in another time and space, in that time and space, he played the story from the perspective of God, or experienced the story as a person.

And the melody flowing from his fingertips is full of emotion, making him feel like he is in the scene, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

"Master, what's the name of this piece?" Zhang Chao couldn't help but ask again when he saw that Liao Yuan had been speechless for a long time.

Liao Yuan came back to his senses and saw that everyone was looking at him with tears in their eyes, so he smiled and said, "Exodus." ”

"Kicking the cock?" Zhang Chao looked stunned, is there anyone with this name?

Liao Yuan was speechless.

Miao Bizhu said with a smile: "Store manager, Mr. Liao is talking about Exodus!"

"Oooh!"

Zhang Chao said with an embarrassed face: "I'm sorry, I'm so excited, I still feel the vast and majestic piano sound echoing in my ears, it turned out to be called "Exodus", not bad, yes, master, this piece is also your own creation? It's really great! It's completely in line with the atmosphere of Zhang Qian's mission to the Western Regions! When listening to the tune, I once thought of my Han Dynasty, the glorious era created more than 2,000 years ago, the brilliant civilization, and the great characters! In particular, the scene of my ancestor being ordered to go to the Western Regions for the first time once appeared in my mind!"

Miao Bizhu and others also looked adoring.

"It's amazing, the grand pianist's performance really has a different response. ”

"Store manager, please forward the song to my WeChat? I must learn this song!"

"This must be a piece of music that will go down in history!"

"The name Exodus is not very good, I think it is more appropriate to call Zhang Qian to make the Western Regions!"

Hearing the clerk's words, Zhang Chao suddenly woke up: "Yes, yes, master, since this piece is your originality, why don't you call it "Zhang Qian's Envoy to the Western Regions"? or "The Story of the Western Regions"? This is more in line with the atmosphere of "The Emperor of the Han Dynasty", and can also give the Chinese people the greatest imagination space, and most importantly, it will definitely increase the chance of passing this song! Director Zhang will definitely like it!"

Liao Yuan's emotions were almost restrained, and he stood up: "In my heart, it is called "Exodus", this song is derived from the story of the biblical character Moses, who led the Hebrews to escape from the slavery of ancient Egypt and find the homeland in their hearts. It is with this historical background that "Exodus" can show his grand side, of course, music is ever-changing, and it will show a different side in everyone's heart, so the name is not important, the important thing is the work. ”