Chapter 580: Chapter 383: Tragic Hero
I’m listening carefully, Mr. Lin Tian.
.....
At this moment.
Mao Weiang closed his eyes, sitting behind Gan Yanyu, focusing his attention.
He had never listened to the girl’s performance from such a close distance.
Gan Yanyu, 19 years old, from Qingzhou.
Never attended a single day at the Music Academy.
Yet possesses musical talent that humbles and immensely envies countless musicians.
Such talent, even looking at the entire history of world music.
In 300 years, perhaps only one like her could appear.
At the initial stage of the Dragon Violin Cup, when sitting backstage, Mao Weiang first saw Gan Yanyu perform.
He confirmed.....
His cello, in a lifetime, could never surpass this young girl in front of him.
She was so dazzling, just the sight of her standing on stage and playing made it impossible for anyone to take their eyes off her.
Her "performance" itself was more than just "sound," it was the most charming presence.
Her "sound" was just a tool.
The purpose was to draw everyone into her own world.
The world she displayed was the existence that all listeners were enchanted by.
...
At this moment,
The girl’s cello danced.
Gradually,
Mao Weiang’s vision became shrouded by swirling sand.
The rolling sandstorm made it impossible for him to open his eyes.
And when Mao Weiang opened his eyes again.
The surrounding stage had completely transformed its scenery.
Dust filled the air, as far as the eye could see, it was a vast desert.
Mao Weiang was stunned.
He stood there in the middle of the desert, under the scorching sun, his feet on the soft and heated sand.
Everything was so real it was terrifying.
With the sound of "whoosh——" passing by his ear.
Mao Weiang turned his head and suddenly saw a gallant horse galloping through the desert.
And Gan Yanyu, at this moment clad in armor, holding a lance. Her gaze steadfast, looking straight ahead, firmly gripping the reins in her hand.
And the sharp spear tip reflected dazzling light, along with... the pursuers behind her.
In this chase of thousands of horses.
Gan Yanyu showed not a flash of fear, almost as if she stepped into an uninhabited land, and was laughing freely, as if such pursuit was just child’s play.
What a spirit, what bravery!
Even as a bystander, Mao Weiang was trembling with fear, gripping his lance even tighter.
Watching this scene,
Gradually, a bitter smile appeared on Mao Weiang’s lips.
....
Mr. Lin Tian,
You only told me that Gan Yanyu would become a great teacher for me.
But you didn’t tell me,
She and Teacher Gan Hua...
are completely different.
Mao Weiang nodded slightly.
From afar, watching Teacher Gan Yanyu on the competition stage.
Indeed, whether from playing style or the cello’s timbre, one could see that man’s shadow from the past.
But when standing truly on the same stage, playing together.
It was then Mao Weiang realized.
Gan Yanyu’s cello was something else entirely.....
Her performance was unrepeatable and irreproducible.
This was uniquely Teacher Gan Yanyu’s... own music.
Mao Weiang sighed.
In the end,
Wasn’t able, before I die... to see the scenery in Teacher Gan Hua’s eyes?
Thinking of this, Mao Weiang suddenly felt sad inside.
This was an emotion that had never appeared during his ensemble practice over this period.
After all,
it was all a futile effort.
But... so be it...
At least, now I have found, another desired answer.
It was what Mr. Lin Tian said.
—To play with the "heart."
Right?
Just as you said, Mr. Lin Tian.
In this world,
truly there is no one, more qualified than Teacher Gan Yanyu to be this teacher.
.....
Can it be done?
Mao Weiang took a deep breath.
He watched Gan Yanyu riding on the horse.
Seeing her in a white robe, galloping amidst the chaotic army.
Can I be this brave too?
Mao Weiang gripped the lance in his hand firmly.
With the bow held in his hand, he took a deep breath.
...
At this moment,
When the piano changed its variation.
As Gan Yanyu’s cello gradually quieted down.
Sitting to Gan Yanyu’s left, Mao Weiang opened his eyes, picking up the bow in his hand!
The audience beneath the stage immediately became excited.
Whispering comments,
"It’s Maozi’s turn?!"
"Great! It’s Maozi’s solo!"
Simultaneously,
in front of the live broadcast, Yao Han widened his eyes.
Intently watching Mao Weiang’s hands in the picture.
As those hands dropped the bow——
Following it, a mournful cello sound resounded.
"♫~"
...
Mao Weiang closed his eyes, fully engrossed in playing.
The music flowed gently.
Compared to Gan Yanyu’s earlier solo, his music was deep and gentle, making it easier for people to let down their guard, without any aggression, yet carrying a strong sense of loneliness.
And amid this sound of the cello,
many audience members showed slightly surprised expressions:
"Don’t you feel... Maozi’s cello is a bit different from before?"
"Yes, it’s become a lot slower."
"And, it seems the intensity isn’t as strong as before."
"What’s going on, it doesn’t seem as stunning as before!"
"....."
Some fans couldn’t help but feel a bit disgruntled inside.
Many people liked Maozi’s cello.
It’s just that when that music came out, it gave them goosebumps.
The kind of ultimate, extremely comfortable music that made every sense in the body delight together.