Chapter 109
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The whole process can be summarized in three steps.
Qi Wen appeared, Qi Wen pounced forward, and Qi Wen disappeared.
Don't forget that Huai Shi is still on fire, even though the color has changed, its essence has not. The flames, which have merged with a large amount of disaster ash and negative energy source material, are like a soul furnace. Even if Qi Wen, who was alive, pounced like this, he would definitely die, let alone a temporary imitation.
Not only Huai Shi, but even Clement was shocked. He didn't expect to summon such a crappy thing after spending a lot of source material.
He didn't know that the flames on Huai Shi's body had the ability to burn source material. He only saw that the extremely resentful old man seemed to dissipate after bumping into Huai Shi.
It seemed like his wish had been fulfilled and he ascended to heaven.
In other words, the biggest sin this guy has committed in his life is at most spitting on someone's shoes for no reason?
... Where the hell did this saint come from?
"I'm not stupid! I am a partner of justice!"
Huai Shi realized and burst into laughter, hiding his cold sweat behind him. He charged towards Clement again, and then, the skull of the female demon fell with a groan!
The cavalry sword shattered.
Unexpectedly, his killer move, which consumed more than half of the source material, was in vain. Clement's reaction was delayed for a moment, and the cavalry sword in his hand slipped out of his hand after it shattered.
Then, he saw Huai Shi reverse the hammer handle and strike him with the sharp end of the flail!
His expression changed, and he took a step back to stabilize himself. Subconsciously, he reached out to block the flail. But then, he felt that the flail was floating and powerless.
Huai Shi didn't use any force at all.
It seemed like he just casually greeted him, and then let go.
Allowing Clement to take away the flail.
"This is bad..."
In that instant, Clement seemed to see a mocking smile under the gas mask.
.
.
When the sound of the piano rang out, the alumni in the front row of the auditorium continued to smile. After politely applauding, they continued to chat about the hidden things behind recent departmental transfers, investments, or options.
The youngest person sitting here was almost forty years old. After experiencing so many ups and downs, to be honest, they didn't really care about this kind of small ceremony held by their alma mater. It was more about enjoying the atmosphere and reminiscing about the past.
A few seemed to have noticed the young man playing the piano on stage and nodded slightly.
"Feng Ning, this one looks good. He has a good image."
"Indeed, if he is cultivated, he has the potential to debut. If there is a chance, we can contact him." The elegant woman nodded slightly and looked at the old man beside her. "I don't understand the piano, what do you think, Teacher Zhao?"
Beside her, the old man who was peeling oranges paused for a moment, as if listening. Soon, he couldn't help but furrow his brows. "The piano is not good."
The smiling principal next to him stiffened for a moment, then became a little embarrassed, not knowing where he had offended this old senior.
Zhao Yu, seventy-four years old this year, was a figure who was much more accomplished than his father in terms of qualifications. He had been a professor at the Eastern Xia Conservatory of Music thirty years ago and was a famous violinist and a master of string theory in China.
In the classical music world, even though it couldn't determine one's life and death, such comments were too cruel for a young person like Huai Shi who aspired to the professional field.
"I mean, the piano is not good."
After peeling the oranges, the old man didn't eat them. He just placed them on a tissue, piling them up like a small mountain, as if he understood the principal's uneasiness. He explained, "He has a good foundation and is a good seedling, but the piano is not good. I'll remind him later not to use the factory brand anymore, it will ruin his own practice."
"..."
The principal breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, and explained to Zhao Yu, "He is a hardworking child, it's not easy for him to persist until today."
He was about to explain something, but he saw Zhao Yu raise his hand and wave it.
The eyes that had been lowered seemed to finally lift up, looking towards the young man who was bowing his head.
A quick look at tinyurl.com/2p9emv8w will leave you more fulfilled.
"Saying more is useless."
With a slightly cloudy gaze, he stared at the young man, seemingly becoming serious. "Listen first, then we'll talk."
From that moment on, the faint noise and clamor in the audience gradually disappeared.
In the end, it turned into silence.
Because the melody had gradually started to play.
It was hard to imagine that such a indescribable emotion could be carried in the sound of the piano, as if it was surging like a spring, bringing a slight chill and softness that spread from under the feet.
"Winter?"
Zhao Yu's eyebrows raised slightly, and his expression gradually became serious.
Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" concerto was indeed a classic piece for the violin, but the more classic it was, the more it was bound by the interpretations and performances of previous musicians, making it difficult to bring out anything new.
But where did this overflowing emotion come from?
At the beginning, it was like a gentle breeze, but unconsciously, it had turned into a storm that penetrated the heart and lungs.With the unique and deep range of the cello, the soul hidden in the body seemed to tremble in the sound of the violin. The increasingly intense melody entered a tighter rhythm and finally turned into a blizzard, cruelly and fanatically enveloping everything.
Like thunderstorms and heavy rain, the earth trembled.
From the rapid melody of the winter, all joy and happiness were suppressed in this indescribable prelude. But with a clear and bright string sound emerging from the storm of suffering, a crack appeared in the blockade of the storm.
Immediately after, a melody like a wild horse galloping emerged from the prelude, reaching its climax, flying along with the strings, leaving behind the oppression and snow, running freely.
All things rejoiced.
The light and lively melody was reborn from the low notes of suffering, flying into the sky and sprinkling the dew of hope like rain.
In that moment, Zhao Lao couldn't help but take a deep breath. It was as if he had seen time flowing backwards, returning to the days of poverty and confusion.
All the beautiful, painful, seemingly hopeless and those leading to a hopeful future...
Everything.
From his stumbling self in the winter, to the dawn chased by countless people at the end of the sky.
A nostalgic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Even the strict gaze became gentle, slowly closing his eyes and immersing himself in this rare relaxation and joy.
When the sound of the violin gradually dissipated, silence arrived.
The huge auditorium was now silent, and in the long silence, it seemed that everyone was savoring the lingering sound of the violin in their memories.
Finally, the silence was broken.
Amidst the applause of Zhao Lao's approval.
Immediately after, applause like a storm engulfed everything, and enthusiastic shouts came from the audience.
On his seat, Huai Shi MK-II stood up, nodded gracefully, and bowed in thanks.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, elegant and poised.
"Touching and soul-stirring, like a heavenly sound."
Even the picky audience in the alumni section couldn't help but applaud and nod, saying, "Watching that child perform on stage makes me think of my youth."
"Come on, you were so timid back then, how could you compare to him." Someone glanced at that person and couldn't help but tease, but when they recalled the sound of the violin just now, they still couldn't help but admire, "He's truly a genius. Even someone like me who lacks musical talent is almost moved to tears."
The elegant lady in the audience had tears in her eyes, picked up the microphone, and asked directly, "Outstanding performance, young man, what made you play such miraculous music?"
It's a drug, I drugged him!
A volatile alchemical potion made by mixing 20 milligrams of aphrodisiac with 1 milligram of lucid dream and then diluting it in 100 milliliters of alcohol.
If the skill is not enough, use technology.
Don't say it's a person, even if it's a pig, I can make it cry if the concentration is a bit higher.
Of course, you can't say it like that.
On the stage, the young man stood up, smiled, and answered, "A little bit of talent and persistent effort. Thank you, everyone."
After speaking, he took two steps back, turned around, and walked into the backstage.
"So polite!"
The principal was still immersed in the emotions just now and couldn't help but look at the old man beside him, "Zhao Lao, what do you think?"
After pondering for a long time, Zhao Lao couldn't help but sigh, "A rising star, truly frightening... Every time I see such a young person, I feel old.
By the way, did you say he's planning to pursue a professional career?"
The principal nodded, his eyes brightening.
"Xiao Li, let me handle this." The old man looked at the woman next to him, who was also interested, "Such a talented seedling would be a waste if he goes to Yaochi Entertainment."
"Look at what you're saying. Pop music is also music, and besides, that child has the potential to be an idol."
Although she said that, the two of them wouldn't fight over a young person. Mrs. Li just smiled and reminded, "Young people nowadays are less willing to endure hardships and pursue classical music. If he changes his mind later, don't blame me."
"He has talent."
Supporting himself with the table, Zhao Lao slowly stood up and looked at the principal, "Can you accompany me to the backstage?"
"Of course!"
The principal nodded eagerly.
Five minutes later, Huai Shi MK-II looked at the smiling old man in front of him in astonishment, as if he hadn't reacted yet, not knowing what had happened.
Seeing his dumbfounded expression, the principal quickly helped, "Zhao Lao is an internationally renowned musician. The materials you are practicing now were all written by him. Haven't you always wanted to pursue a professional career? What are you waiting for with such a good opportunity?"
He frantically winked at Huai Shi, urging him to nod.
If it were Huai Shi here, he would definitely be ecstatic.
Unfortunately, the one standing here is not Huai Shi, but a cold and ruthless humanoid repeater, Huai Shi-MKII, and its operator.
Enroll in Dongxia Music University? Become a disciple of a famous musician?
What the hell is this?
No way!
Huai Shi still has to go with me to become a Sublimator!Upon hearing that the old man in front of him intended to dig up the tender shoots that had just sprouted in his garden with a small hoe, Crow was utterly displeased. If it were her in person, she would definitely roll her eyes and ignore him. However, now that she was wearing Huai Shi's face, she had to consider the impact. In the end, she could only smile, say thanks, and then politely decline.
Although his decision was unexpected, Old Zhao did not persist, nor did he become angry out of embarrassment. He just nodded, left a business card for Huai Shi, and then turned and left.
"Although pop music is more popular, art still lies in classical music." Before leaving, Old Zhao finally said, "If you change your mind, feel free to call me. I'll be in Jinling for the next few months."
"Alright."
Huai Shi MK-II smiled as he took the business card, then quietly tossed it into a corner.
When he turned around, he saw that the corridor behind him was already filled with youthful and beautiful junior girls, their eyes full of affection as they gazed at his cheeks.
In surprise, Huai Shi MK-II couldn't help but slap his forehead.
Oh dear, it seems like I took too much of the drug...
Indeed, I'm out of practice. No, next time I shouldn't use Huai Shi's dosage as a reference, even one-tenth is too much...
But what to do this time?
I'll just deal with it for now. After all, once the drug wears off, everything will return to normal.
With this thought, Huai Shi MK-II casually ran his fingers through his hair and turned around with a smile:
"Are you girls looking for me?"
As he moved, the afternoon sun shone on his delicate and handsome side face. The charming smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to carry an invisible infectious power, making his handsome face even more unruly.
The business smile, a direct inheritance from the top prostitution, Liu Dongli, was now even more brilliant.
Amidst the continuous exclamations, Huai Shi MK-II opened his arms and was engulfed by the girls.
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The whole process can be summarized in three steps.
Qi Wen appeared, Qi Wen pounced forward, and Qi Wen disappeared.
Don't forget that Huai Shi is still on fire, even though the color has changed, its essence has not. The flames, which have merged with a large amount of disaster ash and negative energy source material, are like a soul furnace. Even if Qi Wen, who was alive, pounced like this, he would definitely die, let alone a temporary imitation.
Not only Huai Shi, but even Clement was shocked. He didn't expect to summon such a crappy thing after spending a lot of source material.
He didn't know that the flames on Huai Shi's body had the ability to burn source material. He only saw that the extremely resentful old man seemed to dissipate after bumping into Huai Shi.
It seemed like his wish had been fulfilled and he ascended to heaven.
In other words, the biggest sin this guy has committed in his life is at most spitting on someone's shoes for no reason?
... Where the hell did this saint come from?
"I'm not stupid! I am a partner of justice!"
Huai Shi realized and burst into laughter, hiding his cold sweat behind him. He charged towards Clement again, and then, the skull of the female demon fell with a groan!
The cavalry sword shattered.
Unexpectedly, his killer move, which consumed more than half of the source material, was in vain. Clement's reaction was delayed for a moment, and the cavalry sword in his hand slipped out of his hand after it shattered.
Then, he saw Huai Shi reverse the hammer handle and strike him with the sharp end of the flail!
His expression changed, and he took a step back to stabilize himself. Subconsciously, he reached out to block the flail. But then, he felt that the flail was floating and powerless.
Huai Shi didn't use any force at all.
It seemed like he just casually greeted him, and then let go.
Allowing Clement to take away the flail.
"This is bad..."
In that instant, Clement seemed to see a mocking smile under the gas mask.
.
.
When the sound of the piano rang out, the alumni in the front row of the auditorium continued to smile. After politely applauding, they continued to chat about the hidden things behind recent departmental transfers, investments, or options.
The youngest person sitting here was almost forty years old. After experiencing so many ups and downs, to be honest, they didn't really care about this kind of small ceremony held by their alma mater. It was more about enjoying the atmosphere and reminiscing about the past.
A few seemed to have noticed the young man playing the piano on stage and nodded slightly.
"Feng Ning, this one looks good. He has a good image."
"Indeed, if he is cultivated, he has the potential to debut. If there is a chance, we can contact him." The elegant woman nodded slightly and looked at the old man beside her. "I don't understand the piano, what do you think, Teacher Zhao?"
Beside her, the old man who was peeling oranges paused for a moment, as if listening. Soon, he couldn't help but furrow his brows. "The piano is not good."
The smiling principal next to him stiffened for a moment, then became a little embarrassed, not knowing where he had offended this old senior.
Zhao Yu, seventy-four years old this year, was a figure who was much more accomplished than his father in terms of qualifications. He had been a professor at the Eastern Xia Conservatory of Music thirty years ago and was a famous violinist and a master of string theory in China.
In the classical music world, even though it couldn't determine one's life and death, such comments were too cruel for a young person like Huai Shi who aspired to the professional field.
"I mean, the piano is not good."
After peeling the oranges, the old man didn't eat them. He just placed them on a tissue, piling them up like a small mountain, as if he understood the principal's uneasiness. He explained, "He has a good foundation and is a good seedling, but the piano is not good. I'll remind him later not to use the factory brand anymore, it will ruin his own practice."
"..."
The principal breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, and explained to Zhao Yu, "He is a hardworking child, it's not easy for him to persist until today."
He was about to explain something, but he saw Zhao Yu raise his hand and wave it.
The eyes that had been lowered seemed to finally lift up, looking towards the young man who was bowing his head.
A quick look at tinyurl.com/2p9emv8w will leave you more fulfilled.
"Saying more is useless."
With a slightly cloudy gaze, he stared at the young man, seemingly becoming serious. "Listen first, then we'll talk."
From that moment on, the faint noise and clamor in the audience gradually disappeared.
In the end, it turned into silence.
Because the melody had gradually started to play.
It was hard to imagine that such a indescribable emotion could be carried in the sound of the piano, as if it was surging like a spring, bringing a slight chill and softness that spread from under the feet.
"Winter?"
Zhao Yu's eyebrows raised slightly, and his expression gradually became serious.
Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" concerto was indeed a classic piece for the violin, but the more classic it was, the more it was bound by the interpretations and performances of previous musicians, making it difficult to bring out anything new.
But where did this overflowing emotion come from?
At the beginning, it was like a gentle breeze, but unconsciously, it had turned into a storm that penetrated the heart and lungs.With the unique and deep range of the cello, the soul hidden in the body seemed to tremble in the sound of the violin. The increasingly intense melody entered a tighter rhythm and finally turned into a blizzard, cruelly and fanatically enveloping everything.
Like thunderstorms and heavy rain, the earth trembled.
From the rapid melody of the winter, all joy and happiness were suppressed in this indescribable prelude. But with a clear and bright string sound emerging from the storm of suffering, a crack appeared in the blockade of the storm.
Immediately after, a melody like a wild horse galloping emerged from the prelude, reaching its climax, flying along with the strings, leaving behind the oppression and snow, running freely.
All things rejoiced.
The light and lively melody was reborn from the low notes of suffering, flying into the sky and sprinkling the dew of hope like rain.
In that moment, Zhao Lao couldn't help but take a deep breath. It was as if he had seen time flowing backwards, returning to the days of poverty and confusion.
All the beautiful, painful, seemingly hopeless and those leading to a hopeful future...
Everything.
From his stumbling self in the winter, to the dawn chased by countless people at the end of the sky.
A nostalgic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Even the strict gaze became gentle, slowly closing his eyes and immersing himself in this rare relaxation and joy.
When the sound of the violin gradually dissipated, silence arrived.
The huge auditorium was now silent, and in the long silence, it seemed that everyone was savoring the lingering sound of the violin in their memories.
Finally, the silence was broken.
Amidst the applause of Zhao Lao's approval.
Immediately after, applause like a storm engulfed everything, and enthusiastic shouts came from the audience.
On his seat, Huai Shi MK-II stood up, nodded gracefully, and bowed in thanks.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, elegant and poised.
"Touching and soul-stirring, like a heavenly sound."
Even the picky audience in the alumni section couldn't help but applaud and nod, saying, "Watching that child perform on stage makes me think of my youth."
"Come on, you were so timid back then, how could you compare to him." Someone glanced at that person and couldn't help but tease, but when they recalled the sound of the violin just now, they still couldn't help but admire, "He's truly a genius. Even someone like me who lacks musical talent is almost moved to tears."
The elegant lady in the audience had tears in her eyes, picked up the microphone, and asked directly, "Outstanding performance, young man, what made you play such miraculous music?"
It's a drug, I drugged him!
A volatile alchemical potion made by mixing 20 milligrams of aphrodisiac with 1 milligram of lucid dream and then diluting it in 100 milliliters of alcohol.
If the skill is not enough, use technology.
Don't say it's a person, even if it's a pig, I can make it cry if the concentration is a bit higher.
Of course, you can't say it like that.
On the stage, the young man stood up, smiled, and answered, "A little bit of talent and persistent effort. Thank you, everyone."
After speaking, he took two steps back, turned around, and walked into the backstage.
"So polite!"
The principal was still immersed in the emotions just now and couldn't help but look at the old man beside him, "Zhao Lao, what do you think?"
After pondering for a long time, Zhao Lao couldn't help but sigh, "A rising star, truly frightening... Every time I see such a young person, I feel old.
By the way, did you say he's planning to pursue a professional career?"
The principal nodded, his eyes brightening.
"Xiao Li, let me handle this." The old man looked at the woman next to him, who was also interested, "Such a talented seedling would be a waste if he goes to Yaochi Entertainment."
"Look at what you're saying. Pop music is also music, and besides, that child has the potential to be an idol."
Although she said that, the two of them wouldn't fight over a young person. Mrs. Li just smiled and reminded, "Young people nowadays are less willing to endure hardships and pursue classical music. If he changes his mind later, don't blame me."
"He has talent."
Supporting himself with the table, Zhao Lao slowly stood up and looked at the principal, "Can you accompany me to the backstage?"
"Of course!"
The principal nodded eagerly.
Five minutes later, Huai Shi MK-II looked at the smiling old man in front of him in astonishment, as if he hadn't reacted yet, not knowing what had happened.
Seeing his dumbfounded expression, the principal quickly helped, "Zhao Lao is an internationally renowned musician. The materials you are practicing now were all written by him. Haven't you always wanted to pursue a professional career? What are you waiting for with such a good opportunity?"
He frantically winked at Huai Shi, urging him to nod.
If it were Huai Shi here, he would definitely be ecstatic.
Unfortunately, the one standing here is not Huai Shi, but a cold and ruthless humanoid repeater, Huai Shi-MKII, and its operator.
Enroll in Dongxia Music University? Become a disciple of a famous musician?
What the hell is this?
No way!
Huai Shi still has to go with me to become a Sublimator!Upon hearing that the old man in front of him intended to dig up the tender shoots that had just sprouted in his garden with a small hoe, Crow was utterly displeased. If it were her in person, she would definitely roll her eyes and ignore him. However, now that she was wearing Huai Shi's face, she had to consider the impact. In the end, she could only smile, say thanks, and then politely decline.
Although his decision was unexpected, Old Zhao did not persist, nor did he become angry out of embarrassment. He just nodded, left a business card for Huai Shi, and then turned and left.
"Although pop music is more popular, art still lies in classical music." Before leaving, Old Zhao finally said, "If you change your mind, feel free to call me. I'll be in Jinling for the next few months."
"Alright."
Huai Shi MK-II smiled as he took the business card, then quietly tossed it into a corner.
When he turned around, he saw that the corridor behind him was already filled with youthful and beautiful junior girls, their eyes full of affection as they gazed at his cheeks.
In surprise, Huai Shi MK-II couldn't help but slap his forehead.
Oh dear, it seems like I took too much of the drug...
Indeed, I'm out of practice. No, next time I shouldn't use Huai Shi's dosage as a reference, even one-tenth is too much...
But what to do this time?
I'll just deal with it for now. After all, once the drug wears off, everything will return to normal.
With this thought, Huai Shi MK-II casually ran his fingers through his hair and turned around with a smile:
"Are you girls looking for me?"
As he moved, the afternoon sun shone on his delicate and handsome side face. The charming smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to carry an invisible infectious power, making his handsome face even more unruly.
The business smile, a direct inheritance from the top prostitution, Liu Dongli, was now even more brilliant.
Amidst the continuous exclamations, Huai Shi MK-II opened his arms and was engulfed by the girls.
The whole process can be summarized in three steps.Qi Wen appeared, Qi Wen pounced forward, and Qi Wen disappeared.Don't forget that Huai Shi is still on fire, even though the color has changed, its essence has not. The flames, which have merged with a large amount of disaster ash and negative energy source material, are like a soul furnace. Even if Qi Wen, who was alive, pounced like this, he would definitely die, let alone a temporary imitation.Not only Huai Shi, but even Clement was shocked. He didn't expect to summon such a crappy thing after spending a lot of source material.He didn't know that the flames on Huai Shi's body had the ability to burn source material. He only saw that the extremely resentful old man seemed to dissipate after bumping into Huai Shi.It seemed like his wish had been fulfilled and he ascended to heaven.In other words, the biggest sin this guy has committed in his life is at most spitting on someone's shoes for no reason?... Where the hell did this saint come from?"I'm not stupid! I am a partner of justice!"Huai Shi realized and burst into laughter, hiding his cold sweat behind him. He charged towards Clement again, and then, the skull of the female demon fell with a groan!The cavalry sword shattered.Unexpectedly, his killer move, which consumed more than half of the source material, was in vain. Clement's reaction was delayed for a moment, and the cavalry sword in his hand slipped out of his hand after it shattered.Then, he saw Huai Shi reverse the hammer handle and strike him with the sharp end of the flail!His expression changed, and he took a step back to stabilize himself. Subconsciously, he reached out to block the flail. But then, he felt that the flail was floating and powerless.Huai Shi didn't use any force at all.It seemed like he just casually greeted him, and then let go.Allowing Clement to take away the flail."This is bad..."In that instant, Clement seemed to see a mocking smile under the gas mask...When the sound of the piano rang out, the alumni in the front row of the auditorium continued to smile. After politely applauding, they continued to chat about the hidden things behind recent departmental transfers, investments, or options.The youngest person sitting here was almost forty years old. After experiencing so many ups and downs, to be honest, they didn't really care about this kind of small ceremony held by their alma mater. It was more about enjoying the atmosphere and reminiscing about the past.A few seemed to have noticed the young man playing the piano on stage and nodded slightly."Feng Ning, this one looks good. He has a good image.""Indeed, if he is cultivated, he has the potential to debut. If there is a chance, we can contact him." The elegant woman nodded slightly and looked at the old man beside her. "I don't understand the piano, what do you think, Teacher Zhao?"Beside her, the old man who was peeling oranges paused for a moment, as if listening. Soon, he couldn't help but furrow his brows. "The piano is not good."The smiling principal next to him stiffened for a moment, then became a little embarrassed, not knowing where he had offended this old senior.Zhao Yu, seventy-four years old this year, was a figure who was much more accomplished than his father in terms of qualifications. He had been a professor at the Eastern Xia Conservatory of Music thirty years ago and was a famous violinist and a master of string theory in China.In the classical music world, even though it couldn't determine one's life and death, such comments were too cruel for a young person like Huai Shi who aspired to the professional field."I mean, the piano is not good."After peeling the oranges, the old man didn't eat them. He just placed them on a tissue, piling them up like a small mountain, as if he understood the principal's uneasiness. He explained, "He has a good foundation and is a good seedling, but the piano is not good. I'll remind him later not to use the factory brand anymore, it will ruin his own practice.""..."The principal breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, and explained to Zhao Yu, "He is a hardworking child, it's not easy for him to persist until today."He was about to explain something, but he saw Zhao Yu raise his hand and wave it.The eyes that had been lowered seemed to finally lift up, looking towards the young man who was bowing his head.A quick look at tinyurl.com/2p9emv8w will leave you more fulfilled."Saying more is useless."With a slightly cloudy gaze, he stared at the young man, seemingly becoming serious. "Listen first, then we'll talk."From that moment on, the faint noise and clamor in the audience gradually disappeared.In the end, it turned into silence.Because the melody had gradually started to play.It was hard to imagine that such a indescribable emotion could be carried in the sound of the piano, as if it was surging like a spring, bringing a slight chill and softness that spread from under the feet."Winter?"Zhao Yu's eyebrows raised slightly, and his expression gradually became serious.Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" concerto was indeed a classic piece for the violin, but the more classic it was, the more it was bound by the interpretations and performances of previous musicians, making it difficult to bring out anything new.But where did this overflowing emotion come from?At the beginning, it was like a gentle breeze, but unconsciously, it had turned into a storm that penetrated the heart and lungs.With the unique and deep range of the cello, the soul hidden in the body seemed to tremble in the sound of the violin. The increasingly intense melody entered a tighter rhythm and finally turned into a blizzard, cruelly and fanatically enveloping everything.Like thunderstorms and heavy rain, the earth trembled.From the rapid melody of the winter, all joy and happiness were suppressed in this indescribable prelude. But with a clear and bright string sound emerging from the storm of suffering, a crack appeared in the blockade of the storm.Immediately after, a melody like a wild horse galloping emerged from the prelude, reaching its climax, flying along with the strings, leaving behind the oppression and snow, running freely.All things rejoiced.The light and lively melody was reborn from the low notes of suffering, flying into the sky and sprinkling the dew of hope like rain.In that moment, Zhao Lao couldn't help but take a deep breath. It was as if he had seen time flowing backwards, returning to the days of poverty and confusion.All the beautiful, painful, seemingly hopeless and those leading to a hopeful future...Everything.From his stumbling self in the winter, to the dawn chased by countless people at the end of the sky.A nostalgic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.Even the strict gaze became gentle, slowly closing his eyes and immersing himself in this rare relaxation and joy.When the sound of the violin gradually dissipated, silence arrived.The huge auditorium was now silent, and in the long silence, it seemed that everyone was savoring the lingering sound of the violin in their memories.Finally, the silence was broken.Amidst the applause of Zhao Lao's approval.Immediately after, applause like a storm engulfed everything, and enthusiastic shouts came from the audience.On his seat, Huai Shi MK-II stood up, nodded gracefully, and bowed in thanks.A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, elegant and poised."Touching and soul-stirring, like a heavenly sound."Even the picky audience in the alumni section couldn't help but applaud and nod, saying, "Watching that child perform on stage makes me think of my youth.""Come on, you were so timid back then, how could you compare to him." Someone glanced at that person and couldn't help but tease, but when they recalled the sound of the violin just now, they still couldn't help but admire, "He's truly a genius. Even someone like me who lacks musical talent is almost moved to tears."The elegant lady in the audience had tears in her eyes, picked up the microphone, and asked directly, "Outstanding performance, young man, what made you play such miraculous music?"It's a drug, I drugged him!A volatile alchemical potion made by mixing 20 milligrams of aphrodisiac with 1 milligram of lucid dream and then diluting it in 100 milliliters of alcohol.If the skill is not enough, use technology.Don't say it's a person, even if it's a pig, I can make it cry if the concentration is a bit higher.Of course, you can't say it like that.On the stage, the young man stood up, smiled, and answered, "A little bit of talent and persistent effort. Thank you, everyone."After speaking, he took two steps back, turned around, and walked into the backstage."So polite!"The principal was still immersed in the emotions just now and couldn't help but look at the old man beside him, "Zhao Lao, what do you think?"After pondering for a long time, Zhao Lao couldn't help but sigh, "A rising star, truly frightening... Every time I see such a young person, I feel old.By the way, did you say he's planning to pursue a professional career?"The principal nodded, his eyes brightening."Xiao Li, let me handle this." The old man looked at the woman next to him, who was also interested, "Such a talented seedling would be a waste if he goes to Yaochi Entertainment.""Look at what you're saying. Pop music is also music, and besides, that child has the potential to be an idol."Although she said that, the two of them wouldn't fight over a young person. Mrs. Li just smiled and reminded, "Young people nowadays are less willing to endure hardships and pursue classical music. If he changes his mind later, don't blame me.""He has talent."Supporting himself with the table, Zhao Lao slowly stood up and looked at the principal, "Can you accompany me to the backstage?""Of course!"The principal nodded eagerly.Five minutes later, Huai Shi MK-II looked at the smiling old man in front of him in astonishment, as if he hadn't reacted yet, not knowing what had happened.Seeing his dumbfounded expression, the principal quickly helped, "Zhao Lao is an internationally renowned musician. The materials you are practicing now were all written by him. Haven't you always wanted to pursue a professional career? What are you waiting for with such a good opportunity?"He frantically winked at Huai Shi, urging him to nod.If it were Huai Shi here, he would definitely be ecstatic.Unfortunately, the one standing here is not Huai Shi, but a cold and ruthless humanoid repeater, Huai Shi-MKII, and its operator.Enroll in Dongxia Music University? Become a disciple of a famous musician?What the hell is this?No way!Huai Shi still has to go with me to become a Sublimator!Upon hearing that the old man in front of him intended to dig up the tender shoots that had just sprouted in his garden with a small hoe, Crow was utterly displeased. If it were her in person, she would definitely roll her eyes and ignore him. However, now that she was wearing Huai Shi's face, she had to consider the impact. In the end, she could only smile, say thanks, and then politely decline.Although his decision was unexpected, Old Zhao did not persist, nor did he become angry out of embarrassment. He just nodded, left a business card for Huai Shi, and then turned and left."Although pop music is more popular, art still lies in classical music." Before leaving, Old Zhao finally said, "If you change your mind, feel free to call me. I'll be in Jinling for the next few months.""Alright."Huai Shi MK-II smiled as he took the business card, then quietly tossed it into a corner.When he turned around, he saw that the corridor behind him was already filled with youthful and beautiful junior girls, their eyes full of affection as they gazed at his cheeks.In surprise, Huai Shi MK-II couldn't help but slap his forehead.Oh dear, it seems like I took too much of the drug...Indeed, I'm out of practice. No, next time I shouldn't use Huai Shi's dosage as a reference, even one-tenth is too much...But what to do this time?I'll just deal with it for now. After all, once the drug wears off, everything will return to normal.With this thought, Huai Shi MK-II casually ran his fingers through his hair and turned around with a smile:"Are you girls looking for me?"As he moved, the afternoon sun shone on his delicate and handsome side face. The charming smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to carry an invisible infectious power, making his handsome face even more unruly.The business smile, a direct inheritance from the top prostitution, Liu Dongli, was now even more brilliant.Amidst the continuous exclamations, Huai Shi MK-II opened his arms and was engulfed by the girls.
