Chapter 1233: Chapter 1041: The Original Scenery of the Hometown Chapter 1233: Chapter 1041: The Original Scenery of the Hometown “Now I’m not worthy of the top ten title yet?”
“Then why not aim for the top twenty first this time.”
Lin Yuan entered the competition the following day with this mindset.
The pace was still fast.
After the core coaches and players from each continent made their appearances, the final round for the Erhu event was about to begin.
“I’m going to the live broadcast room for fun.”
Ye Zhi Qiu stood up and said, “I don’t know what it feels like to watch the competition from the broadcasting room.”
Lu Sheng said with a laugh, “It’s quite fun.”
Everyone: “…”
Of course, you think it’s fun because you enjoy making bold comments in the broadcast room.
Look at your comments about the “top ten,” which brought so many controversies for Xian Yu.
At this moment.
The stage began the drawing lots.
Su Lian drew number one.
She would be the first to perform today.
When she stepped onto the stage, Gu Ling kept encouraging herself in her heart:
No problem!
Definitely no problem!
My piece is in no way inferior to “Horse Racing”!
Perhaps the encouragement worked, as a streak of confidence soon flashed through Gu Ling’s eyes, and her gaze towards Su Lian no longer wavered!
…
Online.
Netizens from all continents were discussing heatedly.
“The piece for the Erhu finals must have been written by Xian Yu, right?”
“Pretty much.”
“I listened to ‘Horse Racing’ a billion times before I went to bed last night.”
“That ‘Horse Racing’ made me fall in love with the Erhu.”
“I hope Fish Papa brings more surprises today!”
“It has started, it has started!”
“It truly is a work by Fish Papa!”
“The name of this piece is quite poetic.”
“Reflections of the Moon on Erquan?”
The information about the piece appeared on the big screen.
Piece: Reflections of the Moon on Erquan
Composer: Xian Yu
Performer: Su Lian
The performance is about to begin, and the battle is on the verge of breaking out!
…
In Zhong Continent.
Matsushima Rain was pacing back and forth in the room.
Ito Makato, annoyed, said, “Can you sit down and listen?”
Matsushima Rain frowned, “I’m restless, I can’t calm down, why does Xian Yu dare to bring out ‘Horse Racing’ in the second round?”
“How would I know.”
Ito Makato rolled his eyes.
Matsushima Rain’s heart beat rapidly, “I thought about it all night yesterday, and I feel there’s only one possibility!”
“What possibility?”
“He has even better pieces coming up!”
“Impossible!”
“Then there’s no reason to use ‘Horse Racing’!”
“The problem is…”
Ito Makato was about to argue with Matsushima Rain when his voice abruptly stopped!
Suddenly, in the room, an Erhu note slowly played that seemed to slow the flow of blood.
At that moment.
Matsushima Rain suddenly froze, her gaze shot towards the TV where Su Lian was playing the Erhu.
At the same moment.
Ito Makato also gasped slightly and quickly turned his eyes to the screen.
The music in waves.
Unlike “Horse Racing.”
This “Reflections of the Moon on Erquan” seemed to weave countless emotions through Su Lian’s string pulling and breath, perfectly integrating into the notes.
Not so agitated.
Not so explosive.
Contrary to that:
This piece matched all imaginations people had about the Erhu!
Sadness mixed with frustration.
Frustration with helplessness.
It made one subconsciously recall all the tragic pasts that happened to oneself.
And just when you thought sadness and despair were the main themes of this piece, new hope emerges through the melody.
It’s like light entering the darkness.
Emotions suddenly burst forth in a certain measure.
The renowned Earth conductor Seiji Ozawa, the first time he heard this Erhu piece, was moved to tears and made a classic remark:
“Such music should be listened to on one’s knees.”
This statement might be exaggerated, but it also indirectly confirms the success of this piece.
This aspect seems similar to “Horse Racing.”
That is:
Whether you understand the Erhu or not, listening to “Reflections of the Moon on Erquan” will inevitably stir emotions.
Many excellent works have this attribute, including Yang Zhongming’s violin and Abigail’s saxophone.
…
At the venue.
The audience quieted down.
Inside various broadcasting rooms.
The audience also quieted down.
It seemed like everyone was afraid to disturb the atmosphere of the moment.
The Erhu strings are long, resembling an endless railroad track.
No trace of axing.
In the camera.
Suddenly, an audience member’s eyes reddened.
Even Maestro turned his face away to cover it with his hand.
Men do not easily shed tears, only when they reach the heartbreak point.
This is a heart-wrenching piece.
Is it to sink into darkness henceforth, or to struggle and burst forth with the courage to resist?
Repeatedly entangled string pulling.
Increasingly complex variations.
Emotions intensely and richly invaded everyone’s ears.
Even.
At the judges’ panel.
A judge around fifty years old was already sobbing uncontrollably.
People did not know what he heard, just as people didn’t know what each other heard.
Human joys and sorrows are not the same.
Everyone heard a story that belonged to themselves.
This stage had many poignant works, both songs and instruments, but no piece could make one more saddened than “Reflections of the Moon on Erquan,” not only because of the inherently tragic tonality of the Erhu but also because of the power of the piece itself.
And if it were just tragic, it would be one thing.
But this piece always nurtured a sense of hope.
The most tormenting thing is often the struggle and hope in the dark.
…
Gradually.
The sound of the Erhu faded.
When Su Lian stood up to bow, the audience hadn’t even recovered yet.
“I really lost.”
Matsushima Rain finally sat down, hands hanging limply.
Her piece hadn’t even made its mark on the stage before Xian Yu had already killed all suspense.
“It’s alright, I’m still here.”
Ito Makoto spoke, rubbing his sore eyes.
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