In the evening, by the Changshui Bridge in Anshi.

Anshi is located in the south of the Yangtze River, and Jiangnan has been known as a water town since ancient times, and Anshi naturally has no shortage of big rivers, just like the system task is arranged. The river around Anshi is called Yuanjiang River, and it is abundant in water and supplies more than a dozen major cities, including Anshi.

There is also a tributary of the Yuan River that flows through the city, dividing the city into two, along which several bridges have been erected, and the Changshui Bridge is just one of the inconspicuous bridges.

In the evening, the busyness of the day has just ended, but the excitement of the night has just begun. The neon street lights have been lit up one after another, and in a city like Anshi, nightlife also accounts for a large proportion of life, and less than twelve o'clock cannot be regarded as a real night.

At five or six o'clock, the red sunset in the sky at this time weaves a brilliant cloud brocade in the clouds, and the misty clouds and mist are ever-changing. The people of Anshi had just finished dinner at this time, and there were many people walking outside.

At this time, there are a lot of people gathered on the side of the Changshui Bridge, as an important traffic intersection, the Changshui Bridge itself has a lot of people on weekdays, but tonight it is different, the crowd gathered together is not to mention hundreds of people, shoulder to shoulder, head squeezed together, as if looking at something.

It is the nature of Chinese people to see the excitement, and when they see so many people gathered here, they suddenly continue to attract the rest of the passers-by to walk into the past.

"It can't be a car accident, right?" someone thought about it, and got closer.

This possibility is not impossible, after all, if you want to Changshui Bridge, the probability of a car accident is much higher than that of ordinary places, after all, Anshi is a city-level city with a population of 8 million, and there are plenty of various means of transportation, and it is not uncommon to have a car accident.

Just when the new passers-by were curious about what was going on, the core of the onlookers came out intermittently.

The crowd of people, the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, the sound of the piano was unhurried, the sound was far away, as if there was an invisible hand, brushing through people's hearts, calming down the restless emotions caused by this impetuous city.

This is the sound of the guqin, the Chinese people can hear it, the guqin as a traditional instrument of the Chinese country, its sound has long been integrated into the blood of the Chinese people, once the guqin is played, it can immediately awaken the memory of the Chinese people hidden in the depths of the blood. It is culture, but also inheritance.

Guqin in the many musical instruments in China, the status is not low, it is rumored that the emperor Fuxi began to make the five-stringed qin, and then Zhou Wen Wang Jichang added two strings to the five-stringed qin, and there was a seven-stringed qin.

The sound of the piano is elegant, clean and far-reaching, and the aftertaste is long, which is very in line with the cultural appreciation of the Chinese people, and is regarded as the first of the hundred music by the Chinese people.

Pushing through the dense crowd, the innermost part is very empty, and the sound of the piano echoes in the air, pulling each other, combining with each other, intoxicating, and the source of all this is just a blind man in an old tunic and glasses.

The crowd was accumulating more and more, and he showed no signs of distraction, just concentrated on plucking the strings with his slender and powerful fingers, and the wonderful music like heavenly music continued to come out from the guqin under his hand, making the people around him fascinated.

With so many people gathered together, even the early morning vegetable market is nothing more than that, and you would have made a fuss in other places. But here, as if there was magic, everyone listened quietly to the sound of the music, no one played to disturb, even the pet dog that followed seemed to understand the thoughts in the song, sitting quietly on the ground, half-closed eyes, just ears erected.

At the front of the crowd, there was a young man, twenty-two or three years old, dressed fashionably and in high spirits, holding his mobile phone, turning on the live broadcast and broadcasting the auditory feast in front of him.

And now, the number of people active in his live broadcast room has already reached millions of people, and there is a steady stream of people who get the news and enter the room.

Huaguo is the world's second largest country after the other side of the ocean, and the network construction is particularly developed, and live broadcasting, as an emerging industry, has more than 200 million active users in China so far.

The platform chosen by this young man is itself one of the best live broadcast platforms in China, bullfighting, with tens of millions of people online every day. When the news of the roadside artists playing a palace music feast came out, it immediately attracted the attention of countless bullfighting users.

They just entered the live broadcast room with the mentality of watching a strange thing, but this time, they never forgot to click to exit.

The faint sound of the piano plays the daily ordinary guqin song "Spring and White Snow", but it is like shining with endless brilliance, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Suddenly, at the moment when the piano stopped, a large number of propaganda frenzy was set off, how can such a famous scene be enjoyed exclusively, of course, it has to be blown to the sky.

"Buzz!!"

Chen Ming's fingers hooked the last note, and at the end of the song, the sound of the piano gradually faded away, but the onlookers still maintained a distracted appearance, some people were smiling, some people were silently red-eyed, and some people closed their eyes and refused to open them for a long time......

In the live broadcast room, the audience's feelings don't seem to be as profound as those from the scene, but their emotions are still spurting, and the entire live broadcast room, millions of people online, are talking frantically, and rewarding is like not wanting money.

"The master is in the world, I have never heard such good music in my life!!(Tears in my eyes~~~)"

"That's what music is called, and by comparison, I used to listen to pop songs that were rubbish, and they polluted my ears. ”

“...... It's a pity that I can't hear such good music very often, and I strongly recommend that those entertainment companies sign this master and send him a record. As long as I have it, I'll buy a hundred first. ”

"I'm with five hundred!!"

"I'm with a thousand!!"

"Brother upstairs, can you finish listening to so many records?"

"Lao Tzu bought one for each employee of the company, can't it??"

"It turned out to be the big guy, the big guy begged to hug his thighs. ”

"Thigh Hold +1"

"Thigh Hold +2"

"Thigh-hugging +10086"

......

The onlookers also slowly woke up, looking at Chen Ming, who was wearing sunglasses, wearing an old Mao suit, and had a detached temperament, and suddenly felt that his whole person was different from when they first met.

The current Chen Ming, in their eyes, seems to have put on a halo, and he is still the same person as he was, but he was suddenly put on the altar by themselves and worshipped.

"Whoa!!"

The applause resounded throughout the Changshui Bridge, and the sound even overshadowed the honking of passing cars, and people were emotional, and their eyes looking at Chen Ming were sincerely hot.

However, Chen Ming did not communicate with them, his eyes that could not see the light turned to look at the river, the water was turbulent, Chen Ming seemed to be muttering, "It's almost time!!"