Zhang Mo didn't care what others thought or said.
He only thought of that old friend and couldn't help but feel sad.
A musical genius of his generation had decided to commit suicide because of the disappearance of his bosom friend.
Even though Zhang Mo had saved him and composed a song for him, it didn't change anything.
In the end, only his name was left. It was difficult to save his life.
"What are you waiting for? Go after him!"
"Go, go, go! We want to listen to the old master play the piano!”
"Quickly follow Old Master, quickly follow!”
"Charge! Charge!"
............
Regardless of whether this was true or not, the netizens in the live broadcast room blew up.
After spreading the news, the number of viewers also broke through to a terrifying 58 million.
Everyone was arguing and shouting for the production team to follow the old man who had already left.
"Master, what should we do?"
Seeing the overwhelming barrage of comments, Little Sheep was at a loss.
They looked at the director, waiting for him to make a decision.
"Let's go! Follow them!"
Gritting his teeth, the director decided to follow them.
He had originally planned to let them plant trees this morning, but what was the point of planting now?
The group of people raised their cameras and followed the old man.
When they arrived outside the manor, the old man had already walked out of the house with a long object in his arms.
"Come in."
Zhang Mo removed the cloth wrapped around the zither and placed it on the stone table in the pavilion.
The people who yearned for it walked in, but they were all silent.
Unlike the story that everyone had heard, the old man's story was different.
After Zhong Zi Qi died, Boya wanted to commit suicide.
What ordinary people knew was that Boya had smashed the zither.
But now, no one cared about this. Everyone was waiting, waiting for the old man to pluck the strings.
When the music started, everyone held their breath and focused. No one posted any more comments.
This was a song called 'High Mountains and Flowing Water', which was used to commemorate Boya.
In the past, he had only seen it on television, but today, he was here in person.
"E'e, like Mount Tai, aiming for flowing water.”
Following the rhythm, Chef Huang closed his eyes.
He was enjoying, enjoying the majestic aura that was coming at him.
The sound of the zither changed, and it was as gentle as flowing water, causing Teacher He to nod repeatedly.
"Yangyang is like a river."
"It's nice, it's too nice."
The three little ones were also stunned. They didn't have as many life experiences as Teacher He and Little Chef Huang.
He couldn't express so many emotions.
However, one person with a zither, long-sleeved gray shirt, and a long melody.
This was much more shocking than listening to a symphony.
"I think I really saw Mount Tai and rivers.”
"It's too amazing. It feels very resonating.”
"I really believe now that Old Master and Boya know each other.”
"Indeed, without deep feelings, you wouldn't be able to play such a sad song.”
"Don't talk. Just listen."
……
As soon as the zither played, the entire world fell silent.
The netizens stopped after posting a few bullet comments. As they listened, they couldn't help but feel suffocated.
The melody entrusted emotions and expressed emotions. The old master's song, Mountain and River.
It was to commemorate his old friend, and it seemed very sad.
"You don't even know how many years you've been dead.”
Zhang Mo sighed when the music stopped.
Hearing his words, everyone reacted.
"Grandpa Zhang, you…"
Her younger sister walked forward, not knowing what to say.
This matter had already surpassed her understanding.
"Old Master, this song of yours is the best tribute to your old friend.”
Little Chef Huang was carefree. So many strange things had happened.
It was not surprising that the old tutor knew Bo Ya.
"Old Master, you have us!"
"That's right, Old Master. We're still here!”
"We will always support the old master!”
"Old Master played so well that I cried!”
"Old Master is awesome!!!”
.......
The netizens only reacted when their sister and Chef Huang spoke.
Seeing that the old master was sad, they comforted him one after another.
Just now, when they were immersed in the music, everyone could feel the emotions inside.
That kind of nostalgia for old friends could not be deceived.
"Haha, kids, I'm sorry to make a fool of myself. This song was the one that that fellow was most proud of back then. How was it?”
"Old man, you played it so well. To be honest, after listening to your song, I seem to know that great Boya who died for Zhiyin.”
Mr. He walked forward. He really believed what the old man said.
"Grandpa Zhang, that's great. I'll give you a Like.”
"Grandpa Zhang, I want to hear another song from you.”
Peng Peng gave her a thumbs up. The little sheep had not heard enough.
However, the old man shook his head. It was obvious that he did not intend to play anymore.
"This zither has been left for too long, and it's a relic of an old friend. It sounds sad when played, so forget it.”
Yao, Yao Qin?
Little Chef Huang was stunned. He remembered what the old man had said just now.
Could it be that this zither was really the one that Boya had intended to break?
Hiss, then this was an antique from the Spring and Autumn Period.
"Old Master, can I take a closer look at this violin?”
"See."
After getting the old man's reply, Chef Huang walked into the pavilion.
After he carefully examined it, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
The live broadcast room was instantly filled with question marks.
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Teacher Huang, what happened to him?
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