After saying this, Li Shengjiang walked down from the stage with his hands in his pockets, and when he passed in front of Zhang Yang, he seemed to remember something, twisted his neck, and said loudly: "I know you don't have a cello, the cello on the stage, you can use it casually, but you have to be careful, it was bought from the United States, don't break it, otherwise...... You can't afford it!"

Li Shengjiang's words are full of contempt and ridicule.

Zhang Yang ignored Li Shengjiang's cynicism, and walked towards the stage with firm steps, he didn't think how powerful Li Shengjiang was, his current sense of superiority was just given to him by his father, not created by himself.

Although Li Shengjiang plays the cello very well, Zhang Yang does not think that the other party cannot be defeated, even if he uses many skills, Zhang Yang firmly believes that pure music does not need too many skills, what is needed is only emotions from the heart.

Zhang Yang, who walked on the stage, sat in front of the cello, he did not start immediately, but first raised his head and looked around, and then took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed himself, but his whole mind was immersed in that memory......

Seeing Zhang Yang sitting on the stage with his eyes closed and no reaction, Li Shengjiang's friends were a little impatient.

"What is this kid grinding on it? Could it be that he is asleep?"

"I guess this pen can't play the cello at all, I couldn't put it down before, so I went on stage, and now I'm definitely thinking about how to end it!"

"Yes, yes, I also think, what are you kidding, what a tall instrument the cello is, how can a turtle play, I think he is a monkey invited to tease!"

The sarcastic voices sounded endlessly, but the publicity on the stage was not affected in any way.

After a few seconds, he picked up the bow, still with his eyes closed, and let the bow slowly touch the strings, and the cello made a low, graceful sound.

The cello is the closest thing to the human voice in strings, and its sound is soft and serene.

But the tune played by Zhang Yang seems to be ups and downs, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched, just like on the battlefield, every second, touches people's hearts.

After hearing this voice, everyone in the audience frowned.

"What kind of sound is this? It's not only harsh, but it's also ugly, will he be able to?"

"What kind of music is this? Why have I never heard it?"

"What kind of music do you think this kind of turtle will play? I think he just pulls it by himself!"

Zhao Yudie, who was standing in the audience, was full of worry on her face when Zhang Yang hadn't played the cello yet, and she was afraid that Zhang Yang really wouldn't, but when she heard this music, her eyes lit up, and her face was full of incredulity.

Others may not have heard this tune, but Zhao Yudie has not only heard it, but also is very familiar with it, this is the tune of "Remembering Comrades-in-Arms", this song is my brother's favorite song during his lifetime, Zhang Yang actually can, and this music sounds so sad.

Hearing this tune, Zhao Yudie bit her red lips tightly, her hands clenched her fists involuntarily, her heart resonated with the music, and the emotions of the whole person were completely integrated into it.

"Dear comrade-in-arms, I can no longer see your majestic figure, ...... with a kind face" The love was deep and open, unable to control himself, singing loudly, and singing the beautiful lyrics in a hoarse voice.

The people who were originally sneering at Zhang Yang in the audience, after hearing this voice, they all froze, and everyone's faces were full of incredulity.

They have also heard a lot of concerts of celebrities and big names, but the voice without any skills in front of them attracted them.

The room, which had been noisy and noisy before, suddenly became quiet, and only Zhang Yang's emotional voice echoed in it.

"Dear comrades-in-arms, you can no longer listen to me play the piano and listen to me sing......"

After singing this last sentence, Zhang Yang could no longer control his emotions, and hot tears poured out of his eyes, crossed his cheeks, and dripped to the ground.

He cried, cried very sadly, he was completely immersed in his own world, in his heart, to his brother, only to owe it.

As the lyrics say, when I say goodbye to my comrades, it was like an avalanche flying......

At the end of the song, unlike the warm applause after Li Shengjiang's performance, after Zhang Yang's performance, the room was silent, and even each other's heartbeats could be heard.

Everyone was stunned, their hearts were shocked by a powerful impact, and they were completely shocked, not because they didn't want to applaud, but because they were still immersed in the flamboyant singing and music, unable to extricate themselves.

When Zhao Yudie saw Zhang Yang crying, she couldn't hold back it, and then shed tears, she was sure that there must be something in Zhang Yang's heart, but he was usually reluctant to show and mention it.

After a few seconds, everyone who came back to their senses gave warm applause to Zhang Yang without reservation, this voice was like a sea of mountains, full of affirmation and support for Zhang Yang!

After calming down his emotions, he took a deep breath, got up slowly, nodded lightly at everyone, and then walked off the stage.

In this so-called competition, needless to say, everyone knows who won, and no one has opened their mouths to say what they know.

Be a man and leave a line, and see you in the future!

Zhang Yang didn't care about these so-called wins and losses, he came to Li Shengjiang and said quietly, "The competition can be over!"

Li Shengjiang in front of him hadn't recovered from the previous shock, and nodded mumbly.

At this time, he didn't know how to face Zhang Yang, his previous idea was very simple, that is, he wanted Zhang Yang to be unable to raise his head in front of everyone, but he didn't expect that in the end, the person who really lost face was himself!

Now Li Shengjiang has no face to stay, he left Zhao Yudie's house with a black face and a gray face, he remembered all this today in his heart, and he swore that he would return it to Zhang Yang twice in the future!

After the farce ended, everyone continued to talk and laugh, and the good mood was not affected by the previous one.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, a staff member carefully pushed a small cart with a cake to the center of the stage.

The originally scattered crowd gathered around the stage, and even Zhao Yudie's parents, who were busy entertaining others before, also appeared on the stage.

The two of them had joyful smiles on their faces, Zhao Yudie was the pearl of their palms, and their eyes when they looked at Zhao Yudie were full of doting.

"Dear relatives and friends, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend my daughter's birthday party. ”

After Zhao Yuanshan said this, he handed the cake knife in his hand to his daughter Zhao Yudie with a smile on his face, and asked her to cut this huge cake in person.

At this time, Zhao Yudie, like a happy, carefree princess in a fairy tale, with a sweet smile on her face, took the knife, and in the envious eyes and blessings of everyone, she was ready to cut the cake and distribute it to everyone present.

Before cutting the cake, Zhao Yudie couldn't help but look up and looked at Zhang Yang standing in an inconspicuous corner, I don't know why, only after seeing Zhang Yang, her heart felt steady.

Zhao Yudie smiled lightly and bent down to cut the cake.

But Zhao Yudie's knife hadn't touched the cake yet, and the huge double-layer cake fell directly to the ground, and no one expected that there was a person hidden under the cart covered with a black cloth.

Just before everyone came back to their senses, a masked man appeared from the small cart, holding a sharp knife in his hand, and without blinking his eyes, he stabbed Zhao Yudie as fast as he could.

Because all this happened too suddenly, everyone present was stunned, especially Zhao Yudie, whose eyes were round, standing in place stupidly, not knowing what to do.

Among all the people present, there was one person who moved, that is, Zhang Yang, who was standing in the corner before, and he rushed towards the stage as fast as he could.

In fact, from the beginning, Zhang Yang felt that there was something wrong with this small cart, and he had already made all the preparations.

Zhao Yuanshan on the stage, his face was full of anxiety, but because all this came too suddenly, even if he was close, he couldn't protect his daughter, at this time, he seemed so helpless, and his deep eyes were full of despair......

The sharp knife in the masked man's hand was getting closer and closer to Zhao Yudie, and a breath of death shrouded the surroundings, could it be that Zhao Yudie was really in a catastrophe?