At this moment, everyone was stunned.

Sukarno was stunned.

Zhao Shu was stunned.

The delegations on both sides, one counts as one, and they are all confused.

Even the staff who were off-camera at the scene showed extremely shocked expressions, obviously they didn't know anything about such an emergency.

"Who's playing?"

"Where's the sound?"

"Oh my God, this tune!"

“……”

Everyone's eyes were round, and the depths of their pupils were full of incredulity.

The sound of the guqin continues, and the tempo sounds extremely slow. The person who plays the piano is only playing slowly, but it is melodious and far-reaching, and the rhythm is rich. It was as if a strong force was slowly rolling from the depths of the forest, making people's hearts pierced in an instant.

Strong penetration, just like that, it easily covered the whole field.

Even through the curtain, it makes people fascinated.

on stage.

Everyone present is a big man with a deep knowledge in music.

It can even be said that in the entire East and Southeast Asian regions, all the musicians who are most proficient in traditional Chinese music are here. Just pick one out and they're all prestigious musicians.

So, their connoisseurship is also top-notch.

Because of this, when everyone heard the sound of this guqin, the shock in their hearts was strong.

"This level is definitely the top guqin playing skills."

"Playing skills are nothing, it's this piece that's really powerful!"

"Yes, the tune is so heart-wrenching."

"What kind of guqin song is it?"

"Is it brand new?"

Especially Sukarno, the proud expression just now is gone. Among the crowd, he was the most touched by hearing this guqin song.

Although at this moment, the mysterious person behind the curtain only played for more than ten seconds.

But it was the melody displayed in these more than ten seconds that made Sukarno feel like a mountain looking up. The guqin attainments he thought he was proud of, compared to the people behind the curtain, seemed to be a toddler baby, and it became so ridiculous.

"This ...... How can it be? ”

Sukarno's heart was in turmoil.

Just a few simple guqin rhythms paint a far-reaching picture. He has only heard this level of guqin music in a few classics that have been passed down through the ages.

However, he had never heard this song in front of him.

"Could it be that it is a guqin song created by the person behind the curtain?"

Sukarno thought of this possibility, and could hardly trust his own judgment.

The other one that touched the most was Zhao Shu.

The moment the guqin music came from behind the curtain, he throbbed.

If he remembered correctly, there was only one person behind the curtain: Wang Mo!

"Could it be him?"

Zhao Shu couldn't wait to rush up, open the curtain, and then take a look.

Still, he forcibly resisted the urge.

"Calm down, calm down first......"

Zhao Shu took a few deep breaths.

He turned his head to look at the audience and the photographer who was operating the machine for a live broadcast. I saw that the faces of these people were all blank.

There was already some noise looming into his ears from the audience.

"What happened?"

"Yes, why are those people on stage confused?"

"I wish I heard someone playing the guqin."

"I didn't hear that."

“……”

Hearing the discussion of these audiences, Zhao Shu reacted that they could hear the sound of the guqin because they were very close to the curtain. However, the audience was too far away, and the performers did not amplify the sound through the loudspeaker, so the guqin could hardly be heard.

I'm afraid it's not just the audience, it's estimated that the audience in front of the TV is watching pantomime.

Zhao Shu was about to make a move, and the director's voice came from the headset: "Mr. Zhao, what happened?" Why is everyone suddenly frozen? This is a live broadcast, you have to think of a way, you must not be cold. ”

There was a hint of panic in the director's voice, although the ratings of the eleven sets were not very good, but if there was a live broadcast accident, he would also be severely punished.

"The director is calm and restless, it's okay."

Zhao Shu whispered a word, then walked quickly to the side and gave a few orders to a staff member.

After listening to this, the staff left in a hurry.

After only a few seconds, the staff member walked behind the curtain with a standing microphone.

Zhao Shu followed.

The others also wanted to follow, but they were all stopped by Zhao Shu.

Because he knew that if the person who played the guqin was really Wang Mo, then Wang Mo could not appear on the screen, otherwise it would cause an uproar.

Come behind the curtain.

At a glance, Zhao Shu saw a young man wearing a low-brimmed hat, sunglasses, and a mask, covering his face tightly, sitting in front of a guqin.

The young man's hands were caressing the guqin, and the melodious melody flowed from his fingertips, refreshing people's hearts.

Zhao Shu recognized the young man at a glance.

It's not Wang Mo, who is it?

His expression was extremely complicated, and he looked at Wang Mo deeply several times.

Wang Mo seemed to sense his arrival, raised his head and smiled at Zhao Shu, and then focused on playing the guqin again.

Zhao Shu suppressed his hot heart and helped the staff put the standing microphone near the guqin.

Swish~~~

When it landed, the melodious sound of the guqin sounded through the microphone in the huge studio.

At the same time, many viewers who were still confused in front of the TV heard a rich and clear music.

It's so wonderful that it sends ripples through the hearts of the audience.

Now, everyone finally knows why all the bigwigs on the stage showed shocked expressions just now.

It's really the sound of this guqin, which is too beautiful.

Now.

With the passage of time, the guqin melody has gone through the initial peaceful, slow, and far-reaching stages.

After listening to the audience's heart enters the artistic conception with the music.

Then the music entered the rapid bass rush, like an inexhaustible impact of rage, as if the originally calm river surface had hit the reef on the shore, splashing wave after wave.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Mom, the ultimate enjoyment."

"What level of guqin music is this?"

"I listened to the guqin playing with the mustache just now, and I thought it was already very good. Compared with this guqin song, it is not on the same level at all. ”

"Are you still comparing? Comparing the two guqin songs side by side is an insult to this guqin song. ”

“……”

The expressions on the faces of the audience became more and more exciting.

However, on the stage, the expressions on the faces of the delegates became more and more uniform.

Sluggish.

Yes, only sluggishness.

These people on the stage all maintained dull expressions on their faces, and they stared at the curtain not far away in a daze, as if they had turned into sculptures.

Only the heaving of their chests can see that their hearts are extremely unsettled.

The music is still evolving.

After the stormy shooting, it did not retreat and disappear.

Instead, it evolved into aggressiveness again.

The mysterious man behind the curtain also played faster and faster.

Smooth melodies.

The beating of fingertips.

A thrilling scene seemed to be conjured up in front of everyone's eyes, forming the climax of the whole song, like the heroic righteousness of "being dressed in splendor, spears and spears", rushing towards them.

Many people were breathless when they heard this, and they felt the urge to fight with their swords.

The melody of the music is still not flat, it is still high.

The beating of the melody shows a magnificent and heroic atmosphere, which is fascinating.

The music, which is like a golden iron horse, performs a kind of "passionate and generous" spirit, which makes people feel a kind of warm jubilation and hearty emotion.

It wasn't until the last note fell that the song finally came to an end.

However, everyone's hearts are still immersed in the heat wave provoked by music, and one heart is difficult to calm down for a long time.

The performance of the audience was okay.

The state of the delegations of the eleven countries at this time is the most exaggerated.

At some point, a dense layer of sweat oozed from Sukarno's face, but he still didn't wipe it, but stood in place, his eyes staring at the curtain, as if he wanted to see through the person behind the curtain.

As for the others, it's not much better.

Someone is at a loss.

Someone was shocked.

Someone was stunned.

Some people were stunned.

Until someone in the audience applauded.

And then...... Just in an instant, the applause was thunderous.

The deafening applause lasted for almost a minute before slowly disappearing.

Sukarno finally came back to his senses, he turned his stiff neck, glanced at everyone, and then fixed his gaze on the curtain, and his voice was dry: "Dare to ask...... What is the song called? ”

Behind the curtain.

Zhao Shu glanced at the staff.

The staff hurriedly took out a voice changer from his body and handed it to Wang Mo.

Wang Mo wore a voice changer, and then he spoke: "This song is called: "Guangling San". ”

Voices were heard throughout the audience.

Many people heard the voice of the guest behind the curtain for the first time, but because they brought a voice changer, they couldn't hear the men, women and children, and everyone could only secretly guess the identity of the other party.

However, Sukarno didn't care whether the other party was wearing a voice changer or not, and just muttered: "Guanglingsan? …… It's a good song. Excuse me, is it your work? ”

Wang Mo responded without thinking: "Of course." ”

“……”

Sukarno was silent for a long time, and then he sighed: "This song seems to me to be beyond the realm of mortals, and it is beyond my reach. In this game, I lost. ”

Sukarno, who was proud just now, and a genius with a proud talent in the guqin, admitted for the first time in his life that his skills were inferior.

However, everyone did not find it abrupt, and even took it for granted.

Because they have the same idea in their hearts: this "Guangling San" is almost beyond the height they can comment. Such a song, even in front of those famous guqin songs that have been passed down through the ages, I am afraid it will be superior.

How to compare?

How to win?

Including the Huaxia delegation, everyone is still immersed in the tumbling of their hearts.

Another moment later.

Sukarno bowed deeply to the curtain with a fist: "I take the liberty of asking: Your Excellency's name?" ”

Hearing his words, everyone, including the audience, was immediately excited.

Oh, yes.

Who the hell is the person behind the curtain?

Can you actually create a guqin song of the level of "Guangling San"?

When did our country have such a powerful guqinist?

Everyone pricked up their ears and waited for a response from behind the curtain.

Just a moment later, a voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Speechless." ”

(End of chapter)