061. A song that breaks the liver and intestines, and makes people sad!（）
"Sob, sob, so sad, so miserable!”
"This environment, this concept, it really makes me feel sad!”
"Is this the unique charm of the erhu art? This is too shocking!"
"A song that breaks the liver and intestines, but this song hasn't even finished yet, and it's already broken.”
"Old Demon Ye's song made me feel the bitterness and stubbornness of the wandering artists who lived a rough and difficult life in the old society!”
"I want to cry, but I can't cry. Because in this song, I feel the sadness of a bumpy life, the struggle against fate, and the infinite yearning for a better future!”
"Old Demon Ye's figure is so miserable, as if it's as miserable as 'Moon Reflecting in the Second Fountain'!”
The entire stadium, as well as the audience watching on TV, seemed to empathize with the song at this moment. They could not help but feel the artistic conception brought by the song!
The emotions in his heart were mixed, and he could only sigh with a trace of sadness.
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At the same time,
"It's broken, it's broken, the Station Head is broken!"
In the office of the president of the television station, an excited man rushed in without knocking.
"What's wrong? Why are you so flustered?”
The Station Head Quan Jinggen looked at the man who pushed open the door and asked in confusion. This was the first time he had seen a man so flustered.
"The Station Head has been defeated, defeated!"
Huang Haoming panted and said breathlessly.
“......”
Station Head Quan Jinggen's expression was a little strange. Although he knew that Huang Haoming didn't mean it that way, he still felt like he was saying that he was broken. He was broken, how was he broken?
"Let's catch our breath first."
"Yes, the live broadcast of the station head's interview with the ancient music club has broken a record number of online viewers!”
"Hmm, it really broke?"
Station Head Quan Jinggen was slightly shocked and somewhat incredulous, but what followed was excitement. The more viewers there were, the more it meant that the Chinese people were becoming more and more passionate about the local musical instrument culture.
"Yes, I just received news from the backstage editor. It's said that the number of online viewers has reached 1.8 million!”
"Then, what's going on?"
"At first, I found it strange as well. In the past, when it came to interviews and live broadcasts of ancient music gatherings, the number of viewers was usually less than 1 million, with the highest being 1.5 million. Now, it has suddenly broken through 1.5 million and reached 1.8 million.”
"Could it be that some great figure is playing it personally?”Station Head Quan Jinggen pondered. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be a sudden surge in popularity, unless there was an influential person or a stunning song.
"No, it's because a young man played a song, an erhu song.”
"Young man?"
The station head, Quan Jinggen, immediately switched on the television and switched to the channel where Gu Yue would be doing the interview.
He looked at it.
She was deeply attracted by the sad song.
Both of them had expressions of shock and sadness on their faces.
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Under the moonlight,
That lonely and defeated figure became even weaker.
As if a breeze could blow it down and defeat it
The audience in the attic and in front of the television were all watching the figure affectionately.
Under the faint moonlight, he listened to the sound of the zither. It was like a butterfly slowly dancing, pulling the thin silk and shaking the notes.
They seemed to see a lonely person carrying a heavy burden wandering the streets, tasting the joys and sorrows of the human world, living a life of luxury and hardship.
He couldn't help but feel sad. The notes flowed into his heart like spring water and settled in his heart.
How can we endure the mud and ups and downs when we travel through wind and rain?
This zither music told of the sorrow of separation, the strings of the zither relieved grief, and the thin strings of the zither were the heart of the zither, trembling and telling of sadness.
Unlike the audience,
As the performer, Ye Yan could feel the helplessness and sadness in the song.
At this moment, he…
He couldn't help but recall Bing's bumpy life.
He lost his mother at the age of 4, his father at the age of 25, and later became blind. He was plagued by a serious illness and his life was difficult. He had never accepted a single cent from others. It was under such difficult conditions that he composed this song,"The Moon Reflects in the Second Spring."
The melody was smooth and gentle, with ups and downs. The affectionate melody was like weeping, complaining, sad, and angry. Sometimes it was euphemistic and low, and sometimes it was intense and high-pitched. It not only expressed the resentment and sorrow in his heart, but also expressed his yearning for a better life and ideal realm.
The helplessness of life was also interpreted in " Two Springs Reflecting the Moon ". Life was full of ups and downs, ups and downs, and ups and downs. Accompanied by music, it made people feel melancholic!
It was this helplessness that moved every audience member!
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At this moment,
At a street stall.
The originally lively and noisy supper place was now silent.
There were about a hundred people on the street. They were either looking up at the TV in the food stalls or looking down at their phones.
On the screen!
Ye Yan, who had been pulled by the moonlight, sat in the center of the stage, gently pulling the sad and touching scene of the moon reflected in the spring.
The trickling water and the white moonlight complemented the sad and vicissitudes of the erhu.
At this moment…
The entire street seemed to have lost the concept of time.
The owner of the barbecue held the skewer tightly and looked up at the scene. His throat was choked with sobs, and he did not even know that tears had flowed down his weathered cheeks and onto the kebabs.
The lady boss, who was serving the customers, stood rooted to the ground. She covered her mouth with her hands and her eyes were red.
The tattooed man with the gold chain had already forgotten to touch the girl's fair thigh. He held a bottle of beer in his hand and had his mouth open. He had been in this position for a full two minutes.
The song was impassioned and emotional. It had great ups and downs and shook people's hearts!
Ye Yan's figure trembled slightly like a candle in the wind, and the music gradually came to an end.
In the end,
The song ended.
Ye Yan slowly stood up, his eyes that seemed to have seen the vicissitudes of life looked at everyone.
"Half a lifetime of misery and misery, a lifetime of misery and misery!”
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With a clang,
The beer bottle in the tattooed man's hand fell to the ground, as if he had made a pact with time!
With the bottle smashing as a signal, time returned to normal.
The entire street of food stalls instantly burst into tears!
Tears streamed down her face!
"What a good half a life of misery and misery, complaining about all the hardships!”
"I've tasted the joys and sorrows of the human world, the bitterness and bitterness, and I'm so sad that tears flow down my face!”
"Great sorrow, great joy, great ups and downs, extremely sad!”
"Old Demon Ye's 'Moon Reflected in Two Springs' is a masterpiece!”
" It's definitely a masterpiece!!!"
.....
In the next moment,
In a quaint courtyard house.
A white-haired old man muttered," What a good sentence! Half a lifetime of misery and misery, and a lifetime of ruin!”
Under the light of an oil lamp, the background of the long-robed old man was stretched out.
The old man took out an exquisite wooden box from under the bed and gently brushed the dust off it.
He looked at the wooden box with an aged expression.
After a long time,
Only then did he open it.
There was an erhu lying inside.
After muttering to himself, he slowly picked up the erhu and said,
"Old friend, we meet again. This might be the last time we meet!”
"I think I'm going to go down and find my stubborn old woman.”
"However, I was able to listen to such a masterpiece before I left.”
"I didn't live in vain!"
The old man's eyes were filled with tears as he slowly played the erhu in his hand.
He held the string with one hand and pulled the string with the other.
Quietly,
A sad melody rises
If someone was here at this moment, they would definitely find that the old man's performance was exactly the same as Ye Yan's "Moon Reflecting in the Second Spring", or even more ancient than it, but it gave him a sense of satisfaction that his life was not in vain.
The light from the oil lamp in the room gradually flickered, as if it would go out at any time.
The old man couldn't help but think of his wife's problem when she was still alive.
"Old man, why is the tune of the erhu so sad?”
He remembered that he had only felt a little sad at that time and had not answered anything.
Now, he might have the answer. If his wife asked again, he would say it.
"Because there are only two strings on the erhu, and they depend on each other!”
With a thought, the lights went out.
The old man's eyes closed forever. Although life was full of ups and downs, he had no regrets in this life!
"Grandpa!"
"Dad!"
A sorrowful voice sounded in the quiet courtyard.
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