Dumb start: hold 33 concerts

Chapter 211
Dangdang!
The zero o'clock bell rang.

Host: "... Zhong Liang is welcome!"

No one remembers what the host said earlier.

When everyone heard the last two words, their eyes that were slightly tired from waiting for a long time suddenly became refreshed.

The people who were waiting in front of the TV and lying on the bed with their mobile phones and computers in their hands all made movements to straighten their bodies in unison.

It's coming, it's coming, it's finally here!

The lens turns.

Zhong Liang was already sitting in the center of the stage.

In front of him was a pitch-black guzheng.

Like ink and jade, it shines brightly under the light.

"This is... the guzheng! Ah Liang knows how to play the guzheng!"

"There are not many guzheng performances."

"Look at the subtitle: Mountains and Flowing Water."

"High mountains and flowing water? Isn't this name too casual, without any artistic conception?"

"This should be an ancient song, don't tell me, it's also made by Zhong Liang."

"Don't say it, I'm looking forward to it."

"Let's get started, I've been waiting for a long time."

……

Zhong Liang's attire is also quite different from before.

He was dressed in a plain white Han robe, with a jade pendant pinned to his waist.

Fengshen is like jade, Mr. Pianpian.

Surrounded by white mist, it is like a fairyland.

It complements the guzheng.

He fiddled with his fingers.

Zheng~~!

clang clang...

The melody jumps in a wide sound range, and between virtual and real transitions, you can still see the top of a mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, erratic and uncertain.

"Fuck! F*ck! F*ck!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Lying~~~~~~~~ slot!"

"It's awesome! It's really awesome!"

"This Nima sounds too nice."

"I listened to it with headphones, and I was pleasantly surprised."

"It's so elegant!"

"It sounds good, it's really good. I've never listened to ancient musical instruments, but I think this song is good."

"There is Zhong Liang, no surprises, I have to say that it was worth the wait all night."

……

Young people quickly share their feelings through barrage.

Expresses excitement and joy.

The audience sitting in front of the TV patted their thighs excitedly, shouting that it was so nice.

Boss Wang's parents patted his thigh and yelled nicely.

One person slapped three times, until tears flowed down his face.

Boss Wang wiped his tears: "Why don't you take pictures of yourself?"

Mom and Dad said in unison: "It hurts!"

"Won't it hurt to shoot me?"

"Correct!"

"..."

Boss Wang wanted to run away from home, he felt that he was not his own.

As Zhong Liang's performance continued, he removed the word 'feeling'.

……

then.

Zhong Liang constantly uses fingerings such as "overtone, roll, brush, Chuo, Zhu, up and down".

The rhythm became lively, like gurgling and clanging, the cold current in the secluded space, the clearness and coldness, the trickle of pine roots.

Just as everyone listened quietly and felt the sound of running water, the tune rose again and became more intense.

It's really like "extremely boiling and surging view, with the image of roaring dragon. Calm down and listen, just like sitting on a dangerous boat passing through Wu Gorge, dizzy and thrilling, I almost suspect that this body has already rushed to the mountains, when thousands of ravines are fighting for the flow. .”

Mu Chengxue who was lying on the bed stood up.

He Kun, who was far away on Baodao, also stood up.

Boss Wang who was slapped on the thigh stood up.

In the studio hall, the audience applauded at this moment.

The audience applauded thunderously and lasted for a long time.

"Absolutely!"

"So beautiful!"

"It sounds good! It sounds really good."

"The artistic conception is profound, like a fairyland!"

"Classic, so classic, I like it!"

"The fairy air is floating."

"It's like listening to fairy music!"

……

The barrage is full of praise.

They had never heard such a tune.

Control room.

Harney had forgotten to speak, to direct the cutscenes.

The shot played at this time was completely fixed on Zhong Liang's body.

There is no zooming out, no zooming in, and no various switching.

Maybe he forgot, maybe there is no need to switch.

It seems that as long as the camera is moved, the ethereal artistic conception will be broken.

Director Liu was mesmerized: "This sounds even better than when he performed in the car, and better than the rehearsal. With the dance and props, the artistic conception is even different."

Hani: "That's for sure. When I first heard this piece of music in the car, it was played by a piano app on his mobile phone. It sounds good, but the piano is not suitable for playing this piece of music at all."

"This night, I really didn't wait in vain."

Director Liu was also looking forward to this moment.

Even more anxious than others, he wanted to see Zhong Liang's performance sooner.

Like Hani, he had heard this song a long time ago, and he was looking forward to Zhong Liang's performance, which shocked everyone.

Now, this effect has been achieved.

It can be seen from the barrage and comments of real-time discussions on the Internet.

Many people think that this song should only exist in the sky, and they are simply astonished as heaven and man.

"It's not in vain to be scolded!"

Hani waited for this moment, but under tremendous pressure.

Whether it is the pressure of the audience or the jury, he was almost overwhelmed before this.

Now the audience is satisfied, the effect is achieved, and the pressure is gone.

……

On the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

Zhong Liang's performance is not over yet.

After the ups and downs of the melody, there is a sudden turn, like flowing water flowing down from a high mountain, sometimes lightly like smoke, sometimes like heavy rain, sometimes like bead curtains.

The heavy rain gradually passed, and the light rain pattered.

I thought it was over, but it got bigger like an aftershock, but it recovered quickly.

The flowing water stirs up mist and smoke, making it seem ethereal and like a fairyland...

Zhong Liang's fingers flicked suddenly, like flowing water roaring, the original tenderness disappeared, arousing thousands of waves in his chest, listening carefully, it seemed to be the melodious sound of running water dripping on the stone.

Then, slowly, slowly, it became quiet, the running water became smaller and smaller, and the sound became thinner and thinner...

A song, finally over.

Inside the studio hall.

The leaders who sat at the round table at the front stood up first, followed by the people around them, and then the audience behind them.

And the applause, from the beginning of Zhong Liang's performance to this moment, did not stop for a second.

It's a respect.

I can't help it.

"The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers."

"The angel who purifies the soul, the source of beauty in all things."

"That water! That water! That water! It makes me drunk!"

"The mountains are majestic and the water is murmuring. Excellent work!"

"Damn shit! This year's netizens are so educated? Can you say shit?"

"Fuck! It sounds so good, it sounds so good."

"No, it's gone now?"

"Not enough to listen to, not enough to listen to."

"Can you play another song, please, this is too sweet, I feel very comfortable listening to it."

"I've been waiting all night, and you just play this song and it's over? If there's a special concert to fight until dawn, I'm going to take off the big pants."

"A million times more, a million times more."

"..."

(End of this chapter)