My girlfriend is a cellist

Chapter 383 Tragic Hero
I'm listening carefully, Teacher Lin Tian.

At this moment.

Mao Weiang closed his eyes, sat behind Gan Yanyu, and concentrated his attention.

He had never listened to the girl's performance at such a close distance.

Gan Yanyu, 19 years old, from Qingzhou.

Never attended music school for a day.

Yet he possesses a musical talent that makes countless performers ashamed and extremely jealous.

Such talent, even if you look at the entire history of world music.

In 300 years, I'm afraid only one can appear.

During the first stage of the Longqin Cup, Mao Weiang, who was sitting backstage, saw Gan Yanyu perform for the first time.

He was sure of it.
His cello will never be better than the girl in front of him, in his entire life.

She was so dazzling that just the sight of her standing on the stage and performing was enough to make people unable to take their eyes off her.

Her "performance" itself is more than just "sound", but also the most charming existence.

Her "voice" is just a tool.

The purpose is to pull everyone into her world.

The world she presents is the one that intoxicates all the listeners.

now,

The girl dances with the cello.

Gradually,
Mao Weiang's vision began to be obscured by a gust of wind and sand.

The rolling sand and wind made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

And when Mao Weiang opened his eyes again.

The surrounding stage, however, had completely changed its scenery.

Dust filled the air, and all you could see was the vast desert.

Mao Weiang was stunned.

He stood in the middle of the desert, with the scorching sun above his head and his feet on the soft and hot sand.

Everything was so real that it frightened him.

As the sound of "whoosh" passed by my ears.

Mao Weiang turned his head and suddenly saw a horse galloping in the desert.

Gan Yanyu, at this moment, was wearing armor and holding a spear. She looked straight ahead with a firm gaze, holding the reins tightly in her hands.

The sharp tip of the spear reflected a dazzling light, as well as the pursuers behind it.

In this pursuit by thousands of troops.

Gan Yanyu was not at all timid, as if he was in an empty space, and was laughing wildly, as if this chase was just a game of house.

What a spirit and courage this is!
Just as a bystander, Mao Weiang was terrified and could not help but hold the spear in his hand even tighter.

Looking at this scene,
Gradually, a hint of bitterness appeared at the corners of Mao Weiang's mouth.

Teacher Lin Tian,

You only told me that Gan Yanyu would be a very good teacher to me.

But you didn't tell me,

She and Teacher Gan Hua
It's really completely different.

Mao Weian nodded slightly.

On the competition field, looking at Teacher Gan Yanyu from afar.

Indeed, whether from the playing style or the tone of the cello, one can see the shadow of that man.

But when we really stood on the same stage and performed together.

Mao Weiang then realized it.

Gan Yanyu's cello is completely different
Her performance cannot be replicated or imitated.

This is music that belongs exclusively to Teacher Gan Yanyu.

Mao Weian sighed.

result,

Still unable to see the scenery through Teacher Gan Hua’s eyes before dying?

Thinking of this, Mao Weiang suddenly felt sad.

This was an emotion that had never appeared in his ensemble practice during this period.

in the end,
It was all in vain after all.

But never mind
At least, now I have found another answer I wanted.

It’s the one that Teacher Lin Tian mentioned.

——Play with your heart.

Right?

Just as you said, Teacher Lin Tian.

In this world,
There is really no one who is more qualified to be a teacher than Teacher Gan Yanyu.

Can you do it?

Mao Weian took a deep breath.

He looked at Gan Yanyu riding on the horse.

Watching her wearing a white robe and riding a horse amidst the chaotic army.

Can I be so brave?

Mao Weiang tightly grasped the spear in his hand.

Holding the bow in his hand, he took a deep breath.

now,

When the piano changes.

As Gan Yanyu's cello gradually faded away.

Mao Weiang, who was sitting on Gan Yanyu's left, opened his eyes and picked up the bow in his hand!

The audience in the audience immediately became excited.

Make a small discussion,
"Is it Mr. Maozi's turn?!"

"Great! It's Maozi-sensei's turn for his solo!"

at the same time,

Yao Han, who was standing in front of the live broadcast, widened his eyes.

Staring closely at Mao Weiang's hand in the picture.

Following that pair of hands, the bow dropped——

Immediately afterwards, the sad sound of cello rang out.

"~"

Mao Weiang closed his eyes and played the instrument with full concentration.

The music flows slowly.

Compared with Gan Yanyu's solo just now, his music is affectionate and gentle, making it easier for people to relax their guard. It has no aggressiveness at all, but carries a strong sense of loneliness.

And in this piano sound,

Many viewers showed a slightly surprised look:

"Do you think Mr. Maozi's cello is different from the previous ones?"

“Yes, it has slowed down a lot.”

“Also, it feels like the intensity isn’t as strong as before.”

"What's going on? It seems not as amazing as before!"

"."

Some fans couldn't help but feel angry in their hearts.

Many people like Maozi's cello.

I just like the moment his music comes out, it gives me goosebumps.

The kind of music that makes people feel extremely comfortable, the kind of music that makes every sense in the body feel happy.

It is the pinnacle of pop music represented by Mao Weiang.

And Mao Weiang's piano music this time,

Although, it still makes people feel comfortable as always.

But the intensity is obviously not as strong as before.

And the speed has also slowed down a lot.

just like.
"Is he telling us a story?"

An audience member asked.

If you only had five months left to live, what would you want to do?
This is a question that will give you a thousand different answers if you ask a thousand people.

Because five months - this is actually a period of time with quite a lot of room for maneuver.

It's not one day, not three days, but 150 days.

In fact, you can do a lot of things in this time, whether it is traveling around the world, learning a skill, or doing something earth-shaking within your ability, these 150 days are enough.

And Mao Weiang’s answer.

It's a cello.

——Even if it means risking one’s entire lifelong reputation.

Mao Weiang has been composing pop music throughout his life.

These precious treasures will ensure that the world will still remember Mao Weiang even after a hundred years of his death.

It will live forever and go down in history.

These eight words,

It is the ultimate dream that every musician wants to achieve no matter what!
But Mao Weiang still chose to embark on the journey of cello, despite the risk of losing it all.

Even so, these last five months of life may even destroy all the wealth accumulated in a lifetime.

Let him die meaninglessly
A meaningless death?
It’s a bit scary when you think about it, isn’t it?

Like a stray dog ​​on the roadside, after it dies, no one cares and no one remembers it.

but,

Mao Weiang really just wanted to feel it.

He wanted to become a real cellist and sit on the same stage with the person he admired the most.

What kind of scenery do you see?
Mao Weiang opened his eyes.

At this moment, he also became the person sitting on the horse.

He is about to complete the last dance of his life.

Since there is no way to see the scenery through Teacher Gan Hua’s eyes.

So, is it possible to feel it yourself?
Just use the method taught by Teacher Gan Yanyu.

Mao Weiang held the reins and pulled the horse up.

He is about to gallop!

As the tone of Mao Weiang's cello suddenly rose.

The music reached its next climax.

The audience raised their heads.

In the live broadcast room,

Zhang Dong stood up suddenly:

"What the hell?!"

"This is such a wild piano sound. Is that Mr. Maozi?!"

now,

The sound of Mao Weiang's cello suddenly exerted tremendous pressure.

In this rough sound, people saw Mao Weiang fighting on the battlefield.

During the battle, Mao Weiang's robe was stained red with blood!
Even though his figure was still so petite in the crowd, under the sun, his figure made everyone feel intimidated.

He had never walked like this before, with such calmness and head held high.

Don't kill, don't kill!
Zhang Dong kept calling out in his heart.

If I continue like this, won’t I ruin myself?

The noise of fighting on the battlefield.

Such a terrifying amount of pressure.

Are you still the Maozi teacher who makes all the audience appreciate the beauty of voice? !

just like.
I have completely ignored the issue of life and death!

“Music for the dead.”

"what??"

Hearing this, He Shumo widened his eyes and looked at Yao Han.

"Only a dead person can make such a sound."

“This is the kind of music that puts death behind it and does everything it can to explore, learn more, and tell the audience more.”

Yao Han lowered his head, closed his eyes, and sighed heavily.

Then, he opened his eyes again.

"Teacher Maozi's days are numbered."

“I have never heard of such a thing before.”

"It's a shame that the Chinese music scene has lost such a talented composer," Yao Han sighed.

Hearing this, He Shumo was completely stunned.

He turned his head and looked at the live broadcast again. He was extremely shocked and his mouth was trembling.
"Is there not much left?"

Is this the world in your eyes?

Lin Tian, ​​Gan Yanyu.

Mao Weiang raised his head and looked at the dazzling sunlight.

He had never felt so happy.

Just like that, don’t care about anyone’s evaluation or other people’s feelings.

Express your inner thoughts to everyone freely.

Tell them everything you want to express.

And not.
Just simply serving them.

Teacher Gan Hua
The world in your eyes,

That's probably the case.

What did you want to express when you were standing on the stage of the concert?

Think of this.

Suddenly,
Mao Weian's pupils suddenly widened.

It's "convey", "convey", right? !

19 years, 19 years have passed.

Only at this moment did he truly understand the old man's cello!

Performance by teacher Gan Hua.

I am trying my best to convey the charm of classical music to everyone.

He is using his lifelong skills to tell everyone in the concert hall about the history of classical music and its beautiful and moving side.
Your purpose.

I want everyone to understand and love classical music more.
Thinking of this,

Mao Weiang laughed in his heart, but with great bitterness.

Unexpectedly, I put all my attention on the feeling of the music itself.

But I didn't understand what Teacher Gan Hua wanted to convey.

Just like the music he is creating now, and his fans and listeners.

It's a bit sad and lamentable.

However, Mao Weiang felt relieved.

Contented.

At least, I didn't take such regrets to the grave.

On this stage, together with Teacher Gan Hua’s granddaughter, I understood the performance that took place 19 years ago.

Right here, in this place.

Mao Weiang will feel such sorrow, such regret and the carefreeness after letting go.

Be selfish this time in your own way.

Communicate it!

And not just for the "feeling"!
When Mao Weiang brought the music to its climax.

His cello sometimes gradually grew louder and sometimes suddenly faded to silence.

Just like the glory that symbolizes success and the loneliness and regret behind that glory.

In this extremely complex music, one can't help but feel the sadness together.

All the audience saw a strange Mao Weiang.

But they don't hate Mao Weiang like this.

"incredible."

A girl stared at the stage blankly, her eyes reddened.
"The first time I heard Mr. Maozi's music, I cried."

"Although it's different from his previous style, I feel that Maozi brother seems more real." Another viewer also said.

"Also, the music matches the previous Gan Yanyu. The connection is very comfortable."

“It still sounds great, but this time it feels warmer!”

"To be honest, although he is not as startling as before, I like the current Maozi teacher better!!"

More and more audiences have mustered up the courage to speak out what they have been holding in their hearts for a long time.

They have never felt such complex and urgent emotions in Mao Wei'ang's music.

This emotion makes them intoxicated!

"How on earth did you do that?!"

Hear this,

Yao Han finally couldn't hold back and started cursing.
"What on earth did Lin Tian do? How did Mr. Maozi's cello become like this?"

This is completely different from what was planned in the script!

Mao Weiang's cello should definitely not be like this, and it is impossible for it to become like this!

Mao Weiang in front of me,

His music seemed to be attached with a layer of soul, becoming extremely vivid.

He actually resonated with Gan Yanyu's previous music.

It's like finding a perfect balance between classical music and pop music.
“It’s really unexpected.”

He Shumo, who was standing by, also showed a surprised expression.
"Mr. Maozi's music will become so warm one day. I thought it would be incompatible with Gan Yanyu, but now it seems that it is a perfect match."

Thinking of this, He Shumo couldn't help but sigh,
"It's no wonder that Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu can make such a pop music king play such a timbre. The ensemble will surely be perfect, right?"

“It’s still early!!”

Yao Han interrupted sharply.

He turned his attention to another person on the big screen.

"Bai Junze."

"The difficulty of this person's ensemble is not comparable to that of Mr. Maozi."

If we say that Mao Weiang's musical transformation is still within his tolerance.

After all, Teacher Maozi has always been a humble and studious person. If Lin Tianzhen finds some opportunity to enlighten him and it works, it is not impossible.

But the next person is Bai Junze.

There is no way Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu can take down this person no matter what!

"Wait."

At this moment, He Shumo's voice interrupted Yao Han's thoughts.

He suddenly moved closer to the big screen and pointed at Bai Junze, whose arm was only half exposed, at the edge of the camera.

"What's going on with this thing?"

He Shumo frowned.

on the screen,
It's a cello wrapped with tape and pieced together.

(End of this chapter)