Yet there is no understanding of what Gan Hua wants to convey from his heart.
Just like the music he creates now, and his fans and listeners.
Somewhat sorrowful, lamentable.
Yet, Mao Weiang felt a wave of relief.
At least, he didn’t bring such regrets into the grave.
On this stage, together with Gan Hua’s granddaughter, he understood the performance of 19 years ago.
Right here, in this place.
Mao Weiang will take these sorrows, these regrets, this relief followed by liberation.
In the way he likes, being selfish this time.
And it’s not just for "feeling"!
As Mao Weiang drew the music to its peak. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
His cello sometimes surged, sometimes suddenly softened into silence.
Like a symbol of glory achieved, and the loneliness and regrets behind that glory.
In this extremely complex music, which nonetheless compels one to feel the desolation.
All the audience saw a stranger in Mao Weiang.
Yet such a Mao Weiang did not make them dislike him.
One girl stared at the stage, her eyes red,
"It’s the first time I listened to Maozi’s music and cried."
"Although it’s different from the previous style... it feels like Maozi has become more genuine....." another audience member said.
"Moreover, the music matched with Gan Yanyu’s previous pieces..... the connection feels so smooth."
"Still very pleasant to hear, but this time it feels warmer!"
"Honestly, although it doesn’t shock like before, I prefer Maozi now!!"
More and more spectators mustered courage and spoke out their long-held feelings.
They had never felt such complex and urgent emotions in Mao Weiang’s music.
These emotions... intoxicate them!
Yao Han couldn’t hold back, and shouted angrily,
"What exactly did Lin Tian do? Why did Maozi’s cello... become this way?"
This is completely different from what was outlined in the script!
Mao Weiang’s cello should never be , and it is impossible for it to become !
The Mao Weiang in front,
His music seemed to be imbued with a soul, becoming incredibly vivid.
He actually completed a resonance with Gan Yanyu’s prior music.
As if he found a perfect balance point between classical music and Pop Music...
He Shumo beside him also showed a shocked expression,
"Maozi’s music... to someday become so warm... I thought it would clash with Gan Yanyu, but as it turns out, it’s a perfect fit....."
Thinking of this, He Shumo couldn’t help but sigh,
"No wonder Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu... they could let such a King of Pop Music, perform such a sound..... the upcoming collaboration must proceed perfectly, right?"
Yao Han interrupted sharply.
He turned his gaze to another person on the big screen,
"The difficulty of this person’s collaboration is incomparable to Maozi..."
Even considering Mao Weiang’s musical transformation, still within his bearable range.
After all, Maozi has always been modest and willing to learn, if Lin Tian really found some enlightening opportunity, and it worked, it is not impossible.
But the next person, Bai Junze.
This person is someone Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu cannot possibly take down!
At this moment, He Shumo’s voice interrupted Yao Han’s thoughts.
He suddenly leaned towards the big screen, pointing at the edge of the camera showing half of Bai Junze’s arm.
is a cello wrapped in tape and pieced together.