All the people in the audience, no matter those who came with lunch boxes or those who were lucky enough to be idle and boring as guests, all stood up at the moment, sparing no effort to clap their hands in pain, and clapped their hands again and again, because they did not know how to praise such a song or how to evaluate such a song.

"Pat..."

In a quiet office, a small staff member couldn't help but clap his hands. The loud voice of his hands attracted other employees in the office and looked at them curiously.

"What are you doing? Affect everyone's work, huh? Do you want to stop watching variety shows at work? " The boss came up and yelled.

The clerk shook his head: "boss, I know it's wrong, but I'm not willing to accept punishment, because it's worth hearing such a song."

The boss was stunned and looked down: "isn't this Zhong Liyun? Chinese voice? How did she get on this stage? "

"Boss, now someone should have recorded it and posted it on the Internet. It's live broadcast. It can't be looked back. I suggest you listen to it. By the way, I'll do whatever you say." The clerk shrugged and didn't mind.

Surprised, the boss turned back to his office. After a while, a roar came from the office: "Chen Liang, your uncle, don't tell me it's such a song, I'll deduct all your salary Light up... "

The people in the office were stunned, one by one curious and hurriedly searching for the good voice of China to see what happened.

On the square of a county, under the huge screen of frequency, people stood full of people. Even the shop trumpet calling for only 999 stopped at this moment. Their eyes were fixed on the two figures on the big screen as if they were in different worlds. One white dress in plain dress was as beautiful as a fairy, and the other fiddled with the strings like an emperor who had sunk into the golden age They are all sad people.

It's just that the people on the square, whether they are young or old, are silent and sighing, and their looks are in a trance, while the women are already in tears, as if they were in the scene. In that story, they became the protagonist.

Among them, they may not be able to understand the lyrics, but they can understand the music. Sometimes the narration of songs is not so important. The transmission of notes is the real soul of music.

"He is a devil who controls the strings. No one but the devil can achieve such a sound and arouse the resonance of all people. He is the devil, no It's the harp devil. "

"Harp devil? Eh The name matches him very well, Qin demon... "

"Qin demon..."

"Zhong Liyun..."

Such scenes are not just the square of a small county. It seems that on the whole land of China, those who are lucky enough to meet this live broadcast stay in front of TV sets or computers and haven't regained consciousness for a long time.

And the scene of applause, lasting, even if the hands hurt, no one stopped. Their eyes fell on Zhong Liyun and Sikong Banyu on the stage. They didn't know what to say or what to say. As the four tutors of the election, they have also stepped down from their seats and stood in front of the chair, clapping their hands as heavily as the audience.

Yes, the song is not finished. There is no turning around. It is not that they do not want to turn, such a voice and melody are already the supreme level of music. The ability to teach such people is like the supreme honor of simultaneous interpreting the way of the prince's supervision. But can they afford this honor?

They admit that they do not have such qualifications. There is only one such music in the whole world, which is unique. There is only a bell rhyme and a zither player wearing a white mask.

"Please be quiet, everyone." At this time, a tutor suddenly waved his hand to the crowd in the audience to stop. He was a little fat and ordinary in appearance. He could become a leading figure in the music world by his strength and affirmation.

He walked to the front of Zhong Liyun and Sikong Banyu. The tears on his face were still hanging. He bowed down to the two people and said, "two teachers, thank you for your guidance today. Let me know what is real music and what should be in a song. This is my respect for a music master. Please accept it."

The rest of the three people also quickly came to the two people deeply bowed, to show their hearts. At this time, Zhong Liyun came back to her mind. Looking at the four elders in the music world, she was a bit at a loss. Although she was a figure standing at the top of the music world, when she met these four teachers, she had to call her teacher respectfully. However, now she is called the teacher by them instead.

If you really have such a level of words, it is no criticism, but the real master, but there are other people.

"Some teachers, you have misunderstood me. I have said this song before. I just sang it for you. The song atonement was created by this masked gentleman. He is the real master."

As soon as the words came out, everyone's eyes fell on Sikong Banyu. It turns out that this song is from him! Just now the music of the piano has been played by many people for three days. Now even the music belongs to him. What kind of person is this?The four tutors quickly turned around and bowed to Sikong Banyu: "Hello, master."

Sikong Banyu had already regained his mind after the applause stopped. He stood up, held the lyre on the table in his hand, waved his hand and said, "I'm not a master. I just promised a friend that she would like to sing under the spotlight. So I'm here. You see, it's her."

People looked in the direction that Sikong Banyu pointed to. It was the table where he put the lyre. Under the table, there was a big poster hanging, which almost covered the front of the table. Even though this poster is very big, we didn't notice it before, but now we have noticed it only when Sikong points out it in half language.

On the poster is a girl with two ponytails and a blue shirt. She smiles and shows her dimples. Her bright big eyes look innocent and beautiful. This is a photo of Qiu Xiaoren to Sikong Banyu. I hope that at this moment of great attention, the girl in the photo can see it, feel the same way and feel it.

"Master, is the girl the one who yearns for in your song?"

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