It represents the pinnacle of pop music by Mao Weiang.
And this time, Mao Weiang’s piano played,
though, as usual, it gave one a very comfortable feeling.
But the intensity was obviously not as great as before.
Moreover, the speed had slowed down quite a bit.
"Is he telling us a story?"
A member of the audience asked.
If you had only five months left to live, what would you want to do?
It’s a question that if you asked a thousand people, you would get a thousand different answers.
Because five months—this is actually quite a considerable amount of time to operate within. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥
It’s not a day, not three days, but 150 days.
Within this time, it’s actually possible to do many things, whether it’s traveling the world, or learning a skill, or even doing something earth-shattering within your capabilities, these 150 days would be sufficient.
And Mao Weiang’s answer.
—Even if, it might risk his lifelong reputation.
Mao Weiang has spent his life creating pop music.
These valuable treasures will ensure that even if Mao Weiang passes away in a hundred years, the world will still remember him.
To be immortalized and recorded in history.
are the ultimate dream every musician desires to achieve, no matter what!
Yet Mao Weiang still chose, at the risk of losing everything, to embark on the journey of the cello.
Even if, these last five months of life might ruin all the wealth accumulated over a lifetime.
Making his death meaningless.....
When you think about it, isn’t it a bit terrifying?
Like a stray dog on the side of the road, dying without anyone caring or remembering.
Mao Weiang just really, really wanted to feel it.
He wanted to know, becoming a true cellist.
Sitting on the same stage with the person he admired most.
The scenery...what would it be like?
Mao Weiang opened his eyes.
At this moment, he too became the person on horseback.
He was about to complete the final dance of his life.
Since there’s no way to personally see the scenery in Teacher Gan Hua’s eyes.
Then, is it possible to feel it himself?
With...the method taught by Teacher Gan Yanyu.
Mao Weiang held the reins and pulled the horse up.
He was going to gallop!
As Mao Weiang’s cello sound suddenly rose.
The music went into the next climax.
The entire audience looked up.
In the live broadcast room,
Zhang Dong suddenly stood up:
"This wild cello sound...is it Maozi?!"
Mao Weiang’s cello tone suddenly applied tremendous pressure.
In this rough sound, people saw Mao Weiang fighting on the battlefield.
In the battle, Mao Weiang’s robe dyed red with blood!
Even though his silhouette remained small amongst the crowd, under the sunshine, his posture made everyone feel awe.
He walked forward this way, never so calmly, head held high.
Don’t kill him, don’t kill him!
Zhang Dong continuously called out in his heart.
Wouldn’t continuing destroy yourself?
This noise of battlefield fighting.
Such daunting, enormous pressure.
Are you still the Maozi whose sound is appreciated for its beauty by all the audience?!
He has completely abandoned the concern for life and death!
Upon hearing this, He Shumo widened his eyes and turned to Yao Han.
"Only the dead can make such sound."
"This kind of music disregarding death, striving to explore, learn more, and express more to the audience..."
Yao Han lowered his head, closed his eyes, and let out a heavy sigh.
Then, he opened his eyes again.
"Maozi’s days are numbered."
"Such a thing, I never knew before."
"It’s a pity for the Chinese Music Industry to lose such a talented composer....." Yao Han lamented.
Hearing these words, He Shumo was completely stunned.
He turned his head back to the live screen, feeling utterly shaken, his mouth trembling,
"Is it... almost all gone?"
Is this the world as you see it?
Mao Weiang lifted his head, gazing at the dazzling sunshine.
His mood had never been so exhilarated.
, unconcerned with anyone’s evaluation, nor caring for others’ feelings.
Freely, conveying his inner thoughts to everyone.
Telling them everything he wanted to express, all at once.
The world in your eyes,
would probably be too.
Back then, standing on the concert stage, what was it you wanted to convey?
Mao Weiang’s pupils widened abruptly.
Is it "conveying", "conveying" right?!
years, 19 years have passed.
He only understood the old man’s cello at this point!
Teacher Gan Hua’s performance.
Was desperately trying to convey the charm of classical music to everyone.
He used his lifelong skills to tell everyone present in the music hall about the history of classical music, telling them about its beautiful and moving side...
Was to let everyone learn more about and love classical music, ah.....
Mao Weiang laughed in his heart, but with immense bitterness.
He didn’t expect, that at the time, he focused all his attention only on the feeling of the music itself.