"My Motherland" is the prelude to this concert.

It's just that this overture seems to be too high.

Pull the emotions of the audience to the extreme.

Nostalgia, abruptness, emotion, surging......

Countless emotions surged to the top in my heart, and then fell again.

The next few old artists took the stage, and the songs they sang were still very classic, full of traces of time, and evoked the memories of generations.

The applause is still like thunder, some people are excited, some people are emotional, and some people are stunned.

However, I don't know what's going on, but that sense of amazement is much less.

Maybe "My Motherland" renders the mood to the peak, and then it goes downhill.

Even if Grandma Zhang Xia took the stage again and sang the theme song of the TV series "On the Water Side" as the finale, she lost a little bit of taste.

What happened in the outside world, Zhou Yang didn't seem to have any feeling at all.

Starting from the melodious erhu prelude of "My Motherland", Zhou Yang has entered a very subtle state, which is very much like an epiphany.

He was still sitting in his chair, his eyes still fixed on a man on the stage.

But in my mind, there are one note after another, each note is very familiar, familiar as some old friends around me, whispering softly over and over again.

The books he had read about music were also turned page after page in these notes, and the scores became familiar with the knowledge he had learned with these masters these days.

Vaguely, he heard the desolate world, in which eagles chirped, sand and dust flew in the sky, the sun shrouded the earth, and there were skulls full of long arrows buried deep in the ground.

That's the footage of a documentary called "Indian" in his former world.

He closed his eyes and saw the picture clearer.

The score of The Last Mohican is incomplete.

But at this moment, these mutilated and empty parts appeared with melodies.

This section of melody is constantly filling in the missing parts, and Zhou Yang is like a bystander, letting these melodies outline a piece of picture, in the desolation, a little lost himself!

……………………

"The concert is over!"

"Mr. Zhang Xia, please let me, we salute you with high respect!"

"We look forward to seeing you on stage again!"

The voice of the host Li Guohui and Zhang Zimeng are full of regret.

The stage lights were dim, and the audience left the scene one after another amid bursts of applause and bursts of sobbing.

Outside the concert hall, the moonlight was shining, and countless reporters were surging forward, interviewing one old artist after another.

Tonight is destined to be an unforgettable ambition.

The audience, who had not yet left, noticed Zhou Yang sitting on the stage.

He neither applauded, nor shed tears like everyone else, he was very quiet from beginning to end, even after Zhang Xia and others finished performing, he still looked at the stage after leaving the stage.

After watching for a long time, everyone saw him bow his head.

Tang Xiao looked at his fingers......

His fingers kept tapping the melody, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes smooth, and sometimes falling into a brief stagnation and bump.

Zhang Xia glanced at the others, and then glanced at the security guards, who immediately came to the audience who still hadn't left and whispered persuasion......

Lin Xiaoxiao and Miao Miao are the most reluctant to leave among these audiences.

The two of them stared at Zhou Yang from beginning to end......

They felt Zhou Yang's abnormality, and they felt a little uneasy in their hearts, and this uneasy emotion began to become stronger and stronger.

But he couldn't resist the whispers of these security guards, and finally left the music hall with worried eyes.

The originally noisy and lively concert hall began to become extraordinarily quiet......

An Jianwu sat for a while, then got up and whispered a few words to some people, and after glancing at Zhou Yang, he left with Liu Ruolan, Yang Lao and others.

The middle-aged couple sitting next to Zhou Yang wanted to say goodbye to Zhou Yang, but after seeing Zhou Yang's appearance, they finally shook their heads and only told An Zhibin to watch it carefully.

They still have something to do, and it's a very important thing, and this concert is all time they have taken out of their busy schedules.

When An Zhibin saw the couple leave, he became quite speechless, but he still faithfully guarded Zhou Yang's side, like a guard.

"We may be witnesses!"

Tang Xiao saw An Zhibin's expression and said in a low voice.

Don't know why......

She is very confident in Zhou Yang, this is a very strange man, since the burial of Ira* alive, she has found this person incredible.

After saying this, not far away, Zhang Xia, who was supposed to leave, walked over with the support of Song Yiyi.

She was followed by some of the well-known musicians who played today.

They had heard that amazing saxophone song "Homecoming" the other day.

In disbelief, with a little expectation, after sitting in their seats one by one, they actually had a bit of testimony in their hearts.

Tong Yuan is also among these people, although today's concert made her extremely difficult, as if she had drained the strength of her whole body, but she is still very energetic.

She looked ahead.

Zhou Yang's eyes in front of him no longer seemed to be looking at the stage, and his fingers no longer knocked on the armrests of the chair, but he just closed his eyes and sat motionless.

She knew she was settled.

It seems like a long, long time has passed......

By ten o'clock in the evening, the doors of the concert hall opened.

John. William Puss hurriedly walked over and made a burst of noise, but after seeing that the atmosphere didn't seem quite right, he subconsciously silenced and came to a short distance from Zhou Yang.

Half an hour later, An Xiao's cold figure also walked over slowly, she nodded her head with everyone, said hello softly, and then sat next to Zhou Yang and looked at Zhou Yang.

After seeing An Xiao, Zhang Xia's eyes froze slightly, and then pushed Song Yiyi's hand slightly.

Song Yiyi didn't seem to feel anything, just gently held the Gaina flute and didn't walk over.

These days, Zhang Xia has felt the changes in Song Yiyi, she used to be cheerful and lively, but she began to smile less during this time.

began to become a little inexplicably quiet, and when he spoke, he was also soft-spoken, not as gentle as Song Yiyi.

Zhang Xia did not feel happy about this sudden change, but hid a little worry.

Afterward......

When she heard that she was going to do a concert, she often heard Song Yiyi say the word "Zhou Yang".

When she said these two words, Zhang Xia saw that Song Yiyi's eyes seemed to exude a burst of light, full of strange emotions......

Only then did she realize something, and she also met Zhou Yang in the name of the copyright of "My Motherland".

Overall, she was quite satisfied.

in the concert hall.

Zhang Xia gently pushed Song Yiyi again.

"Grandma, what's wrong?"

Zhang Xia didn't speak, but looked at An Xiao and then at Song Yiyi.

"Grandma...... Don't get me wrong, Zhou Yang and I are ordinary friends, I appreciate him a lot, that's all......" Song Yiyi lowered her head and said this in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Zhang Xia looked at Song Yiyi's expression when she said this, but saw that Song Yiyi was extremely calm, and there seemed to be no flaw in her eyes, as if she was lying, she finally nodded.

Not far away, Tang Xiao bent down and came to An Xiao, as if An Xiao was saying something that only they could hear......

Song Yiyi felt that Tang Xiao's eyes seemed to be looking at herself, but when she looked over, she found that Tang Xiao was not looking at herself.

Vaguely, she began to feel uncomfortable in her heart.

Little by little, time passed.

From half past ten to eleven o'clock, and from eleven to two o'clock in the morning.

"If you need help, you can call me, and I'll go back and squint for a while......"

Zhang Zunlian glanced at Zhou Yang, and then looked at Zhang Xia on the side.

He really couldn't stand it anymore.

After Zhang Zunlian bowed his head and left, the rest of the musicians also got up and said the same thing.

When facing Zhou Yang, they are not like those in the film industry.

They are very pure, everyone has a pious pursuit of music, and even looks down on fame and fortune, and pays more attention to the inheritance of music and the care of the next generation.

The reason why they came back was because they wanted to give Zhou Yang some help by his side when Zhou Yang needed help, nothing more.

Four a.m. ......

Many people can't stay up, Zhang Xia also left, at her age, she really can't stay up late, plus today's struggle, she really can't hold on.

Before leaving, she told Song Yiyi a few words, and Song Yiyi nodded.

In fact......

Only a few slightly younger musicians are still watching.

It was half past four in the morning.

Everyone saw Zhou Yang's body tremble, then opened his eyes and sat up.

He looked at the empty concert hall in a trance, and the people who were swelling next to him.

What are these people doing in a hurry?

At this moment, these people immediately surrounded them.

"Mr. Zhou Yang!"

"How's it going, Xiao Zhou?"

"Any new creations?"

“……”

And his eyes were briefly blank.

"Did 'The Last of the Mohicans' be created?"

After seeing John. When William Pus's eyes were excited, Zhou Yang suddenly felt a little confused.

Creation?

What creation?

He seemed to have slept just now......

He slept very comfortably, and at this moment, his spirit was exceptionally refreshed.

Even he thought it was strange that he could still sleep in such a noisy concert, and sleep for so long, and even after the concert had been over for so long, he didn't know it......

Maybe I've been too tired lately?

"I ...... You are ......."

Zhou Yang looked at these people whose eyes flashed with excitement.

He suddenly didn't know how to explain it......

But in the end, a clear melody came to his mind.

"Do you have pen and paper?"

He subconsciously pulled into his arms, only to find that his pen and paper had fallen behind in the background.

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Apologize!

It's late......