The first broken sentence of "Rust" Solo was like a burning bullet, fast and scorching, but Fang Yan took it, and after a few notes, the bullet melted in the air and was never seen again.

Then, the second sentence took a sharp turn, a few notes spread out leisurely, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere echoed in the gymnasium, the violent atmosphere just now disappeared completely, and the guitar slowed down and stretched incomparably.

Gentle, warm.

A rampage, in the blink of an eye, turned into a light boat.

Fang Yan only played a complete sentence, and the gymnasium became extremely silent. Before, many audience members were chatting and playing with their mobile phones, but now they are all quiet and staring blankly at the stage.

The third sentence was strange, and instead of picking up on the previous one, it burst in from the other direction, slowly flickering eighth notes, crystal clear and looming in the darkness. The fourth sentence is shorter, and when it collides, the sentence shatters, and the notes are like brilliant fireworks, quietly blooming, and falling elegantly into the distance.

The magical bottle opened, and colorful dyes filled the night sky.

Psychedelic, bizarre.

"Oh......"

Chen Jihai stared at the empty overhead, and a feeling of joy rose from the bottom of his heart. He was still thinking just now that Fang Yan couldn't finish playing this solo, and it would be good if he could hold it for a while. Can ...... now

What kind of music is this?

The melody that I have never heard before, clean, concise, very beautiful, but the pattern is incomparably high.

Fang Yan stood in the light, swaying with the rhythm, relaxing and natural. It's been 10 songs, and he's been playing the piano silently on the side, and his performance is perfect, but it's very low-key and never noticeable.

But as soon as he stood up, he immediately had an extraordinary bearing, one person, a guitar, and suppressed the audience.

The first three sentences, three angles, three colors. The space opens up to a vast, quiet, clear world with a hidden motive.

Time stood still on stage. He Yu still lowered his head. Keyboard Wang Yi didn't play the chords again, but looked at Fang Yan in surprise. Bessie Weng played a few basses leisurely, and drummer Jason closed his eyes and listened, only tapping the rhythm on the 2nd and 4th beats of each measure. Xu Yong's new guitar was changed, but he didn't move, immersed in Fang Yan's music.

No one would despise Fang Yan in the slightest. They began to be in awe.

In measure 9, the guitar plays a theme, and the incomparably soft melody takes a gentle turn, and many colorful notes drift away, as if telling a story. It's simple, it's very light, like the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Listen to ......"

There are two limitations to the solo of the guitar. One is the speed, which should follow the rhythm of the song; The second is harmony, which should follow the chords of the piece. Fang Yan's music does not depart from the framework of the chords, but it is full of agility and unrestrained.

This melody has never been seen in the world, and it should never have been. The air stopped flowing, and the audience breathed softly, carefully caring for the music, which was a jewel of glitter.

"Oh my God."

Ji Shanshan sat on the venue seat, and she slowly stood up. More of the audience also stood up, straightened up, and bathed in the music, as if receiving a baptism.

In the hut in the urban village, Yang Zhenyu also stood up, stared at the computer, and muttered, "Master......"

In the hall of the KTV, Yuan Yuan and her classmates surrounded the big screen and stopped breathing. The others in the hall also walked over and listened in amazement.

The barrage of live video broadcasts stopped, netizens were staring at the screen, and no one spoke.

The sound is so beautiful that it only appears in dreams, and at the slightest touch, it will dissipate.

The whole space began to spin, and suddenly, several dazzling notes flashed in people's ears, and the light splashed everywhere, which was the sound of artificial overtones.

Fang Yan was still playing unhurriedly, and the theme continued endlessly, condensing into a bright melody, endless, like stars constantly crossing the night sky, swaying in the wind.

"What happened?"

The contrast is too great. 40 minutes after the concert, before that, everything in the show was mediocre, decent, and boring. And the music brought by Fang Yan's guitar completely changed all that.

The wonderful melody is full of color, like the warm sun, and the iceberg is quietly melting. It's far away, and it's so close.

It is everything that people aspire to.

The audience has long forgotten where they are. Music opens up a new world, where you can only listen quietly and receive the gentle touch of music again and again.

Fireworks are lit in the night sky, the picture is burning, and the scenery is fleeting.

Fang Yan played the piano very calmly. A bass sounds, and the color of the theme changes again, like a forest elf. People follow the music, blending into the deep notes. The sun shines into the depths of dark memories and makes you look inside you.

Some of the audience began to weep, whimper, and sob softly.

In the face of music, the power of man is too small. Fang Yan's guitar is clean and cool, but it is everywhere. Maybe it's because the melody is so beautiful that it reflects our incompleteness and loss. Music tells your story, everyone's story. We will eventually become insensitive, become puppets of life, and become rusty.

In front of music, people reveal their souls. Looking back at reality, everything is completely destroyed, leaving only ruins and remnants, just like your aging body.

Broken souls.

Rust.

Yang Zhenyu leaned back in his chair, finally gave up resistance, and tears couldn't stop flowing. In the live broadcast room, netizens also cried.

"Wizard!"

"The wizard is on stage, our wizard!"

"Woooooo

In the hall of the KTV, Yuan Yuan sobbed loudly, and the classmates blurred their eyes.

Unable to resist and unwilling to resist. The crowd in the stadium let the tears well. In the light brought by music, all kinds of complex emotions surged, filling the heart.

In the darkness under the stage, Ji Shanshan did not wipe away the hot tears, she silently said in her heart: "This is a ......"

"Miracles." The tuner, Big Mac, sighed.

Music director Chen Jihai was already in tears with monitoring headphones. He gasped for breath and looked up at the dark sky above the gymnasium. He meditated: "I have witnessed miracles. God has never left me. God watches over me, watches over me, and shows me the way in music. ”

Melt into the music.

On the Internet, countless people looked at the screen, trembling and shedding tears.

The lead guitar Xu Yong was also full of tears. He never imagined that a short riff could have such depth, it was so simple and simple, but it contained incomprehensible complex emotions and attitudes. Fang Yan is so young, how can he have such a profound expression?

It's too strong.

Quiet, pure rock 'n' roll.

Real rock.

Xu Yong thought that he would never be able to write this melody. As a professional guitarist, he and Fang Yan are far from the same level. It is not only a gap in technology and materials, but also a gap in thinking and mental state. That's the essence of music.

Fang Yan's fingers touched the strings more gently, the bass was light and heavy, and the bright treble loomed, comforting everyone warmly, like the eternal sunshine. Wipe the rust off your body and give you a new life.

The music continued, and there was a sudden chaotic sensation in the audience, with cries and shouts ringing one after another.

"He Yu!"

"He Yu! Don't cry! ”

"Don't cry!"

"I love you, you can't cry ......"

He Yu stood alone on the stage, surrounded by music. Her chest was heaving violently, and she was breathing heavily. I don't know when, she couldn't cry anymore, her lips trembled, and her face was full of tears.

"Xiao Yu......" Ji Shanshan thought.