Chapter 950

After a long time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cello slid low, like a dead rhythm. It's over, it's all over, that person, that thorny rose no longer belongs to him.

The last time in the night swayed to himself, it was so ironic, so ruthless. In the hands of another person, the more beautiful the rose, the more fragrant it exudes, the more heartache it is. Abandoned by himself!

The heart-rending roar in the night broke the hearts of every listener and audience. Their own dedication, their own dedication, their own compromise and humility, everything they have only been exchanged for ruthlessness. In the heavy rain, a man chased and shouted like crazy, but the promise had already betrayed another promise. Once the heart closes its ears, how can the words 'love you' be heard.

"Alas, Dong Ge played too badly. It's so cruel ... In Dongge's live broadcast room, some fans also sighed. Although this fan has not experienced all this, his heart is also uncomfortable.

"yes. I've heard about Dongge's feelings before, and I didn't have any big feelings at that time. Right now. Other fans chimed in.

"In fact, this kind of thing is not only Dongge, many people may have encountered it. Whether it's a boy or a girl. He only popped up some of the people's encounters... ”

For the first time in history, some fans in Dongge's live broadcast room couldn't help but mute their computers or mobile phone clients. They don't dare or want to listen to it, and they can't accept this heart-rending pain. Wait a minute, wait for the next song, everyone knows more or less about Zhang Xiaodong's emotional problems, so I know that Zhang Xiaodong will definitely not carry out the tragedy to the end in one go. This is also unfair to yourself and to the listeners who are watching the live broadcast room and buying tickets to listen to the live version.

The storm continued, and it took a long time to calm down. I don't know when the next piece has already sounded, the piano music of the night. The genre became dull and depressing. Everyone seemed to see a man who had lost his soul, as if he saw a girl who had been ruthlessly abandoned, lost in the rainy night.

The melody fluttered with this rhythm, the kind of feeling that was thrown away in the emotion, did not ease up for a while, and the atmosphere of pain and soul permeated the entire recital hall. Listening to this melody, the audience can feel how this man or this woman came to be in the first place. During this time, it was as if life had lost its meaning. Every day, this man or woman's mind is full of the former her, and he tries everything he can, even giving up his dignity just to recover that love.

But all this was in vain.

Soon, it was dawn. I thought it was going to be over, but everyone found that the sky was bright, but it was gloomy, just like the man's state of mind. On the uninhabited road, walking in despair, without a goal or direction.

This rhythm lasted for a long time and was very depressing. Everyone feels as if weeks, months, or even years have passed, more than just when. However, while being depressed, many people also have more expectations in their hearts. They want to hear the day when the clouds will see and everything will be good.

The audience who is more mature, or has come out of that relationship, is fine, but those who are still trapped in their own feelings and can't extricate themselves can't. Sobbing, tears welling up, thinking back to those days, some people finally couldn't hold back. Getting up, a lady choked up, shed tears, and couldn't hold back anymore and stood up from her seat, clearly wanting to leave. She was on the verge of a breakdown, and it was too dark and desperate in her life. She couldn't stand it.

"Please wait a minute, ma'am. At this moment, Gruber, who happened to be sitting next to her, stopped her.

Stained with tears, the woman glanced at Gruber.

"I can understand you, trust me, it will be fine soon. Soon... Gruber also said with a complicated expression.

The lady paused for a moment, not quite understanding what Gruber meant.

"Listen~" Gruber didn't explain, but said softly, his eyes were on Zhang Xiaodong on the stage, and the members of the Huaxia University Symphony Orchestra on the stage.

At this moment, the originally low, long-suppressed melody finally changed again, becoming light and relaxed, as if a warm breeze was blowing on the cheeks. The clouds were blown away by the breeze, the warm sunlight shone down, and the gloomy sky became brighter. Looking up at the sky, it's a little harsh, but it's more warm.

Passing through the cold winter, the picture seems to have gone directly from autumn to spring. The sun, the grass, the clean asphalt road warmed by the sun, and the young men and women who passed by on their bikes with smiles on their faces.

The clouds are clear, and the day is dawning!

After surviving countless torturous days, one day, everything finally returned to normal, and it was dawn. The sun is warm, warm to my heart, decadent, lost, lost, everything seems to slowly melt and slowly dissipate.

looked at the lady who was stopped by Gruber, and looked straight at it, although there were tear stains, but her face was stunned. Slowly sat back in her seat, and the lady's face was slowly a little rosy, a little expectant. At the same time, there are others who are also relieved. They know that, just like their own love, the person who is destined to belong to them in their lives is coming.

This person may be his current girlfriend, boyfriend, or his wife and husband. Or maybe it's the father or mother of his own children. However, this person gave himself true love, allowed himself to be reborn, and gave himself the most intimate love. He is willing to pay for himself, for fear that he will be wronged a little, with him, he is very happy, very satisfied, I don't know what is called cold, I don't know what is tired. With him, even when he is asleep, he has a smile on his face. It was he, or she, who gave himself a taste of what true love is. It was also he who made himself know how to cherish 。。。。。。

At this moment, countless audiences in the recital hall finally relaxed, and some people moved their bodies slightly and leaned back on their seats gently.

"Ahh At this moment, in Dongge's live broadcast room, countless fans also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I was tossed to death by Brother Dong. Other fans also wiped their cold sweat.

"I swear, I will never listen to Brother Dong playing symphony again, my heart is not good!" Some fans patted their chests and said with palpitations, "By the way, the Chinese international student who sold scalper tickets outside the concert hall has come out, it's too embarrassing for us Chinese people!"

"That's it, how can you sell scalper tickets!" chimed in.

"No, I'm not talking about it because he's embarrassed by selling scalper tickets. What I'm talking about is that it's a shame that he sells it so cheaply, everyone sells 8 times as much as blacks, and 10 times as many other whites and mixed-race people, and he only sells 7 times, will he do business!! The most hateful thing is that no one can sell Gruber!" The fan complained just now.

I pour. Hearing this, countless other fans almost fell. Anyway, the depressing, sad and desperate atmosphere dissipated, and the fans in the live broadcast room finally relieved themselves. There's more idle time to talk nonsense.

(It's too late today, so the prawns will update you two more.) The train ticket for tomorrow at noon has been bought, and I will try to update it for everyone when I go home. Good night... ）