Oldland is eighty years old.

In general, there are not many years left to live in this world. @*~~

When he was young, he spent many years in the Vatican, where he was baptized by music, and he had his own personal views on religious music, which used to be medieval music.

Later, after experiencing World War II and joining the army, and seeing too many lives and deaths, my understanding of music gradually sublimated from the most basic melody and historical evolution to life.

Later, he retired from the military and served as the honorary president of the Royal Academy of Music, served as the president for many years, wrote countless well-known palace-level music, and brought out a lot of students who are currently active in the music circle, and famous students, officially retired at the age of fifty-five, moved to Vienna to devote himself to the study of Western classical music and the collation of court symphonies, and in the early eighties, according to his understanding over the years, he composed a song known as the second national anthem of Italy, "Fredo's Song", which has been praised by countless people......

But later, the old man faded out of everyone's sight, and could only occasionally hear a little about his deeds from some authoritative music media, only knowing that the old man Shenlong saw the beginning and did not see the end, and was still concentrating on research, but no one could have imagined that the old man would appear in the audience at the Vienna Royal Opera, dressed as simple as a music-obsessed audience, so ordinary that he didn't greet anyone, and even sat in the corner from the end of the rehearsal to the end. Barros didn't even recognize the old man......

"Ah, yes, sir......"

"Thank you."

The sunset has already set, the sky in the distance is a little red, and there is a little hazy fog outside the window, and it is dim to see.

Barros watched Odran catch up with Zhou Yang, and then, seeing Zhou Yang, he took out his notebook and hesitated for a moment, and finally handed it to the old man.

He saw that the old man was fascinated by the notebook, looking at it, his hands were trembling, and he wanted to make a sound in his throat, but after slowing down for a long time, he finally handed the notebook to Zhou Yang reluctantly, and after chatting with Zhou Yang for a few words, he watched Zhou Yang leave the theater.

After Zhou Yang left, Barros looked at Odlan and sighed long, with very complicated emotions: "It is simply a work of God, I seem to have come to the Middle Ages, and I have seen those great musicians who are in trouble, but still working hard and composing music with their lives, and even I feel that they are talking to me, chatting about some extremely distant past." ”

Barros heard Odlan's involuntary praise.

He finally walked towards Oldland and respectfully stepped forward to greet him.

He was divided into respect for Oldland.

Many years ago, he was one of the students at the Academy, and he had the good fortune to listen to the old man's music lessons, which helped him so much in his life and fundamentally laid the foundation for his musical path, and Barros still feels that he benefited a lot from it many years later......

When Audran heard Barros, he turned his head, his eyes were a little cloudy, and he looked a little unfamiliar with Barros, and after a long time, he did not recall the student who had taken his classes at the conservatory, even though this student was now in an extraordinary position in the music circle, and very famous.

Over the years......

He doesn't pay attention to the outside world of music at all, except for three meals a day and sleeping and going to the toilet, he spends the rest of his time studying music, which is pure and pure.

Suddenly feeling a strong sense of loss, Barros followed the teacher about his current accomplishments......

But the teacher still shook his head: "I haven't paid attention to the changes of this era for more than ten years, or decades, and sometimes after I walk out of the courtyard, I feel inexplicably afraid, and the rows of streets, the world that I don't know where it leads, seem to remind me that I don't seem to be a person in this world......"

Odran was a little apologetic, and not long after, a middle-aged man hurriedly walked over, asked about Odlan's situation with concern, and asked his attendant to support Odran for the first time.

The middle-aged man is the organizer of this concert and the true helm of Viennese musical art.

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Early in the morning of October 13th.

The concert shocked a lot of people.

Numerous musicians from all over the world have surrounded the entire Vienna Royal Theater.

Naturally, there are many audiences, even though there are many seats at the Vienna Royal Opera, as many as thousands of seats, but countless audiences can still only stand outside, and tickets are hard to find. _o_m

Many Chinese music fans have made a special trip to the sea.

"It's a great event!"

"This is the real sense of our Chinese standing in the Vienna Royal Theater and playing our own music......"

"I can't imagine that many years ago, when I was studying music, when my teacher talked about symphony, in addition to admiring it, there were some regrets, because of the relationship between the national conditions and the place of origin, we are like a countryman, it is extremely difficult to accept high-end music art in the real sense, let alone bring our own music and play in Vienna, which is simply unimaginable!"

"I heard that this time the conductor is Mr. Qiao Yu, the Taishan Beidou of Chinese art and music, half of the country, I am looking forward to it more and more......"

"I heard that this "Wedding March" was specially composed by Zhou Yang for a team of newlyweds, and he never thought that this concert would be so powerful......

"That's the new team coming, wow...... The bride is so beautiful!"

"The tall woman next to the bride is beautiful, is this the model hired somewhere?"

"Wow, the bride is the most famous war correspondent in China, I once reported on the battlefield of Ila*, and I saw a bomb explode in her rear with my own eyes......"

"The groom seems to be a soldier......"

“......”

An Zhibin and Tang Xiao heard these discussions in the crowd.

Even An Zhibin, who is not very interested in music, has an inexplicable sense of honor in his heart at this moment.

He seems to have understood Tang Xiao's words such as "historic moment" and "the most memorable significance".

Accompanied by An Xiao, they walked past the crowd in their dresses.

They looked very conspicuous, and everyone gave out bursts of admiration, and along the way, countless petals fluttered in the sky, as if bathed in a sea of flowers and gradually walked to the end of the red carpet.

Tang Xiao was very excited, and her dreamlike cheers and blessings made her the most dazzling bride in the world.

When she walked into the end of the red carpet, countless children flocked with flower baskets, and in the solemn hall, it was sacred and very hallmarked.

She looked up and saw the archbishop of the Vatican smiling at them in the distance, as a witness, he was reverently blessing the two and praying to God, waiting for the historic moment for the couple.

The symphony teams on both sides are waiting, the sound of the organ sounds, the music is in B-flat major, four or two beats, mid-plate speed, with the melodiousness of the violin to convey the romantic, happy, and solemn and sacred atmosphere......

Looking at the couple walking slowly, Barros's eyes unconsciously wanted to look at Zhou Yang in the distance, who was wearing a dress.

Although he still has a skeptical attitude towards this Chinese "creator", the sacred tone of the song "Wedding March" still makes him feel amazing, and vaguely even produces a solemn hall, there are angels dancing, and then, he searched for the shadow of Mr. Odelan, but after searching for a long time, he still did not find the shadow of Mr. Odelan.

But he knew that Mr. Odran must be on the scene, either in the audience or standing next to him, but he was always so ordinary in the crowd, it seemed that he was born with a temperament that blended into the group, if he was not very familiar with him, he even walked over in person, you would have the illusion that he was an ordinary old man.

The melody gradually became cheerful, and the solemn and solemn feeling unconsciously infected countless audiences present, and even some female musicians couldn't help but burst into tears, applauding while watching the couple gradually come to an end, to the most solemn cross, bathed in the sun......

George.

And Han Yan is also among these audience groups.

George spent a few years writing the proud "Wedding", and planned to give his "Wedding" to Tang Xiao and An Zhibin as the opening song.

At this moment, all pride vanished......

In the solemn music, George bowed his head.

When listening to the first rehearsal of "Wedding March", he felt the distance, but he was still a little unwilling in his heart.

And at this moment, that trace of unwillingness has disappeared completely, and it is more complicated and lost.

As the couple walked to the stage and embraced each other in the music, the prologue on the stage was gradually pulled, the lights gradually dimmed, and the music was mixed with a blessing from the West, making the "Wedding March" even more sacred......

George felt frustrated in a trance, he finally raised his head and looked at everyone present, his eyes looked at Zhou Yang, but he saw that Zhou Yang had left his seat since he didn't know when.

When he was searching, he saw Zhou Yang followed an old man in ordinary clothes, surrounded by some people, and slowly walked to another corner of the concert hall where only certain people could enter. @·error-free start~~

"In my life, I may be able to witness the birth of a palace-level music outside the territory, and I actually feel a sense of honor to live in this world."

He heard a familiar voice.

Perasia, the teacher who was preparing to perform next, sat next to him, looking at the direction in which Zhou Yang disappeared and muttered to himself......