Chapter 172: A Song for the Eternals
The sound of the piano flows like a trickle of clear water, through the role of the megaphone, it swings into the hearts of the audience, and then through the camera shooting, it wanders into the entire shijie.
At this moment, the entire shijie, up to more than a billion listeners, are listening to this Liang Zhu.
Lingering, gentle, the tactful and long voice seems to stop the thinking of thousands of people, forget what they are doing now, and deeply immerse themselves in the melody.
Thousands of miles away on the European continent, in a luxuriously decorated villa.
A big man with black hair and blue eyes is lighting a cigar in his hand.
As soon as he pressed the switch, the flame of the lighter erupted, lit the cigar, and the melodious sound of the TV sounded and drifted into his ears.
The big man's movements froze for a moment.
In New York, USA, which takes more than ten hours to fly, in a simple house.
A teenager with upside-down hair was immersed in the heavy metal music playing, the fierce and violent music made his face flushed, he couldn't help himself, saw the TV turned on, impatiently wanted to turn it off, but at the moment when his finger pressed the remote control switch, he heard Liang Zhu's melody.
His fingers couldn't help but settle there.
In Seoul, a South Korean city separated from China, on a vast street.
In a snack bar, when a girl was smiling and saying "Oba" to the boy next to her, the melodious sound of violin and piano came from the TV hanging above the live broadcast of the opening ceremony, and her mouth froze there, not knowing what she wanted to say next.
Shijie seemed to be still.
Only the melodious sound continues.
In the indulgence of the delicate and beautiful melody, people seem to see a pair of lovers in love, they are beautiful, pure, and flawless, they represent the most beautiful hope in the human heart. Dance lightly to the notes, embrace and love each other.
Their minds had fallen into a blank, pure and peaceful, and their minds involuntarily followed the sound of music, walking, willing to drift away to the wilderness.
The narrator's introductory voice has paused. All the noise has disappeared, and the whole shijie is listening to this music.
No one judges the good and the bad, and all the people who are listening at the moment have lost the mind of this evaluation, and just quietly appreciate it.
And at this time, as the tune kept deepening, one of the lovers suddenly died.
Gloomy, sad.
At that moment. Immediately, some people couldn't help but have red circles in their eyes.
The melody became more and more mournful, and all the audience who were listening seemed to see the remaining lover happy and sad, depressed lingering next to the sad lover, and finally slept beside him.
It hurts too.
Some sensual people closed their eyes, but tears immediately slipped down the corners of their eyes.
It was the saddest melody that moved countless people.
Is this tragic music?
Why is it so sad?
But that's not the end.
In the midst of the music that fell into the trough, the notes suddenly became light, and everything began to be beautiful. It was as if people had seen that the fallen lovers were buried together. But it turned into a butterfly and flew with its wings, flying to the future of that beautiful haode. At this moment, even Westerners who know little about Chinese culture have a vague sense of the long-standing charm of Eastern culture.
Butterflies.
That is the most beautiful haode yearning for aiqing.
If you leave, I will live and die with you.
Life can sleep together, and death can turn into butterflies and fly together.
What could be more poignant than this aiqing of butterflies. What's even more touching?
Many people's tears continue to flow.
Only this time it was tears of emotion.
Moved by this beautiful ending, blessed by the most beautiful aiqing in the world.
At some point, the music has stopped, and the whole piece is over.
But there was no applause.
They were still immersed in Liang Zhu's poignant mood, their eyes tightly closed. Can't help yourself.
Gu Yang stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.
This time, he felt that this time he had really reached the limit of his ability, and every note was played to the extreme of what he could understand. After investing so much energy, this effort has finally not been in vain.
Turning around, and after taking a few steps, the boy and Josephine stood together and saluted toward the audience.
There was no applause from the audience.
Gu Yang felt a little strange for a while, and when he and Josephine turned around and walked towards the exit, halfway through the journey, applause rang out sporadically.
And sporadic is just the beginning.
As more and more people woke up from the artistic conception created by the music, the applause became more and more intense, and finally it was like a flood, out of control, and swept the entire venue!
Hearing this applause that filled his eardrums, he couldn't help but laugh.
In front of the TV, countless people were involuntarily clapping their palms and exclaiming in various languages: "so beautiful" and "sogood"......
Even the narrator, who is the narrator, is extremely rare and heartfelt, saying "really haode a song".
In the end, the opening ceremony ended in a dazzling and wild fireworks.
The torch was passed in the hands of the flyers, the Olympic rings were lit, and in the passionate national anthems of each country, the sports representatives of each country took the stage in turn, from the visual effects to the national sports representatives, all this exhilarating everything could not make people forget the violin and piano concerto that had just been played.
Its name is "Liang Zhu".
A lot of people remember.
And will always remember.
Shijie's sports world is boiling.
Because the quadrennial Olympic Games are a place where athletes from every country want to show their talents, the gold medal is their goal, and after the opening ceremony, it is the time for them to spread their eagle wings.
Shijie's music scene is also boiling.
Just because of that tune.
On this night of encouragement, I don't know how many people couldn't sleep, I don't know how many music critics were repeating that tune over and over again, listening to the poignant and gentle melody, and not knowing how to write.
In the quiet middle of the night, lying on the bed, Gu Yang tossed and turned, and did not fall asleep for a long time.
He has been thinking about what kind of storm that Liang Zhu will bring to Shijie.
In his previous life, Liang Zhu was a famous shijie song, which was played by countless shijie-level musicians, and he was a household name, and this time he played at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, he will definitely be familiar with this song in a short period of time, and as its carrying, how will his popularity rise?
He didn't know.
For the first time, a teenager suffered so much that it was difficult to calm down.
In silence, his phone rang suddenly.
After a few moments, he sighed, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and opened the door.
After a few minutes of trekking, he came to the rooftop.
There, Josephine, who had called him, was waiting for him.
There are also more than 20 floors on the top floor of the hotel here, although the current season has entered the hot midsummer, but at the heights, I still can't help but feel a little chilly, pushing open the door, Gu Yang is seeing Josephine wearing a fiery red dress, holding a violin in her hand, standing on the side, waiting for him quietly.
Seeing the young man coming, the foreign porcelain doll smiled happily and said, "Gu, I knew you would come." ”
Gu Yang raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding that the other party would look for him, so he made a gesture of spreading his hands: "Well, is there something wrong?" Josephina? ”
Josephine looked at him, her eyes as clear as the lake water reflected his figure, and the smile on her face was still the same: "Gu, I'll leave tomorrow, I want to say a lot, but I can't say anything, here, I want to play a song for you here, this is a song I wrote recently, I hope you can hear it." ”
"What's the name of the song?"
"One step away."
Josephine said these four words, rested the bow on the strings, and slowly pulled it up.
"One step away."
Gu Yang muttered a sentence in his heart, quietly listening to the other party's music.
Josephine's long red dress danced in the wind like the reddest rose, her golden hair was scattered and fluttering, and her white fingers were still tugging at the bow.
The melody of the violin is flowing.
There is also a little sadness in the liveliness and magnificence, just like Josephina's people, warm and beautiful, and the softest part of the heart is hidden behind the music.
The melody danced in the deep night, and disappeared into the silent air, and there was only one listener.
Before I knew it, a tear slipped down the player's eyes.
Our distance is only one step, but this step is eternal.
In New York, USA, in a study room full of books.
At this moment, John had a pen in his hand, pondering how to put pen to paper.
He is a well-known music critic in the New York Times, with a large following readership, and is currently a very well-known music critic in the whole of the United States, with spicy and unrelenting words.
John had a bad habit that he didn't know about, and that was biting the pen. Normally, he will only bite when the article is extremely difficult to write, and in the past, his highest record was only half an hour, but today, he has bitten for four hours, and not a word has appeared on the paper.
As for the reason, it's because this music review is so difficult to write.
The music review he wants to write is to evaluate the song Liang Zhu played by Gu Yang and Josephine at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games.
"I guess those old guys have a headache too."
Thinking about the state of his music critics at the moment, John was in a much better mood, and couldn't help but play the pure music he had listened to countless times that night.
After listening again and again, all of a sudden, he had the inspiration to write a line of English on a piece of paper.
And the English meaning is "the song of the times destined to last for thousands of years".
That is, a song through the ages! (To be continued......)