You made me a superstar

Chapter 376 We are all witnesses!
"My Motherland" is the prelude to this concert.

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

Pull the audience's emotions to the extreme.

Nostalgic, sad, moved, surging...

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

The following old artists came on stage, and the songs they sang were still exceptionally classic, full of traces of the years, and brought back the memories of generations.

The applause was still thunderous, some were excited, some were moved, and some were disappointed.

However, for some reason, that sense of surprise was much less.

Perhaps "My Motherland" rendered the emotion to the peak, and then it went downhill.

Even if Grandma Zhang Xia came on stage again and sang the theme song of the TV series "On the Water Side" as the finale, it still lost a little flavor.

Zhou Yang seemed to have no sense of what happened outside.

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

He was still sitting on the chair, and his eyes were still staring at a person on the stage.

But in my mind, there are notes echoing one by one, and each note is extremely familiar, as if some old friends are around me, whispering softly over and over again.

The books about music that he had read were also opened page after page in these notes, and along with the knowledge he had learned from these masters these days, sections of scores became very familiar.

Vaguely, he heard the desolate world. In the desolate world, there are eagles chirping, dust flying all over the sky, sunlight covering the earth, and skulls buried deep in the ground filled with long arrows. .

That was a scene from a documentary called "Indian" in his previous world.

He closed his eyes and saw that picture became clearer.

The score for "The Last of the Mohicans" is incomplete.

But at this moment, these incomplete and empty parts appeared a melody after another.

These melodies continue to fill in the incomplete parts, and Zhou Yang is like a bystander, allowing these melodies to outline a picture, in the desolation, a little lost himself!
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"The concert is over!"

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

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

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

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

Outside the concert hall, the moonlight was bright, and countless reporters rushed forward, interviewing old artists one after another.

Tonight is destined to be an unforgettable ambition.

The audience who hadn't left noticed Zhou Yang sitting on the stage.

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

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

Tang Xiao looked at his fingers...

His fingers kept beating the melody, and the melody was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes smooth, and sometimes fell into a short stagnation and bump.

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

Among these audiences, Lin Xiaoxiao and Miao Miao were the most reluctant to leave.

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

They felt Zhou Yang's abnormality, and they felt a little uneasy, and this uneasy feeling became more and more intense.

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

The noisy and lively music hall began to become extremely quiet...

An Jianwu sat for a while, then got up and whispered a few words to some people, and after taking a look at Zhou Yang, he left with Liu Ruolan, Mr. Yang 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 carefully.

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

When An Zhibin saw the couple leave, he became quite speechless, but he still faithfully stood by Zhou Yang, like a guard.

"We may be witnesses!"

Seeing An Zhibin's expression, Tang Xiao whispered.

do not know why……

She is very confident in Zhou Yang. This is a very strange man. Ever since he was buried alive in Iraq, she has found this man incredible.

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

She was followed by some of the most famous musicians playing today.

They had heard that amazing saxophone "Going Home" a few days ago.

They couldn't believe it, but they also had some anticipation. After sitting in their seats one by one, they actually had some witnessing emotions in their hearts.

Tong Yuan is also among these people. Although today's concert made her extremely strenuous, as if she had exhausted her whole body, she is still very energetic now.

She looked straight ahead.

Zhou Yang in front of him seemed to have stopped looking at the stage, and his fingers were no longer tapping the armrests of the chair. He just closed his eyes and sat motionless.

She knew she was in meditation.

Time seems to have passed for a long time...

At ten o'clock in the evening, the door of the music hall opened.

John Williams hurried over and made a lot of noise, but seeing that the atmosphere seemed not right, he subconsciously silenced his voice and came not far from Zhou Yang.

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

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

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

These days, Zhang Xia felt the changes in Song Yiyi. She was once cheerful and lively, but she gradually stopped smiling during this time.

She started to become a little inexplicably quiet, and she spoke in a soft voice, not as gentle as Song Yiyi.

Zhang Xia didn't feel happy about this sudden change, but rather worried.

later……

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

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

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

Overall she is quite satisfied.

In the music hall.

Zhang Xia gently pushed Song Yiyi again.

"Grandma, what's the matter?"

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, that's all..." Song Yiyi bowed 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, there seemed to be no flaws in her eyes, as if she was lying, she finally nodded.

Not far away, Tang Xiao bent down and stood up in front of 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 her, but when she looked over, she found that Tang Xiao was not looking at her.

She began to feel uncomfortable in a vague way.

Time passed little by little.

From 10:30 to eleven o'clock, and from eleven o'clock to two o'clock in the morning.

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

Zhang Zunlian glanced at Zhou Yang, and then at Zhang Xia.

He just couldn't stand it anymore.

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

When facing Zhou Yang, they didn't have their own ghosts like those in the movie circle.

They are very pure, everyone has a pious pursuit of music, even pays little attention to 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 that when Zhou Yang needed help, they could be by their side to give Zhou Yang some help, that's all.

four o'clock in the morning...

Many people couldn't bear it anymore, and Zhang Xia also left. At her age, she really couldn't stay up all night. Coupled with today's hard work, she really couldn't bear it anymore.

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

In fact...

Only a few slightly younger music masters are still guarding.

The time is 04:30 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 daze, and those people with swollen eyes next to him.

What are these people doing in such a laborious place?
At this moment, these people gathered around for the first time.

"Mr. Zhou Yang!"

"How is it, Xiao Zhou?"

"Any new creations?"

"..."

But his eyes were blank for a moment.

"Has "The Last of the Mohicans" been created?"

When he saw John Williams' excited eyes, Zhou Yang suddenly felt a little confused.

creation?

What creation?
He seems to have fallen asleep just now...

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

Even he himself found it strange that he could still fall asleep during such a loud concert, and he slept for so long, and he didn't even know it had been so long since the concert ended...

Maybe it's because I've been really tired recently?
"I... you guys are..."

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

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

But in the end, a clear melody appeared in his mind again.

"Do you have a pen and paper?"

He subconsciously reached into his pocket, only to find that his pen and paper had been left in the background.

　sorry……

　　Apologize!

　　late……

　　
　
(End of this chapter)