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Volume 3: Tiger Ju, Chapter 172: An Eternal Song

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    The sound of the piano flows like a trickling clear spring. Through the function of the loudspeaker, it sways into the hearts of the audience present, and then wanders into the entire world through the filming of the camera.  At this moment, the entire world, with more than one billion listeners, are listening to this Butterfly Lovers.  Lingering, gentle, the melodious and long sound seems to stop the thinking of thousands of people, forgetting what they are doing now, and being deeply immersed in the melody.  In a luxuriously decorated villa on the European continent thousands of miles away.  A burly man with black hair and blue eyes was lighting the cigar in his hand.  As soon as he pressed the switch, the flame of the lighter spurted out, lighting the cigar, and the melodious music from the TV rang out, drifting into his ears.  The big man's movements stopped for a moment.  ??In a simple house in New York, USA, which takes more than ten hours to fly.  A young man with upside-down hair was immersed in the heavy metal music playing. The fierce and violent music made his face flush red and he couldn't control himself. When he saw that the TV was on, he impatiently wanted to turn it off, but he pressed his finger on the remote control.  The moment the switch was turned on, the melody of Butterfly Lovers was heard.  His fingers could not help but be fixed there.  In the vast streets of Seoul, a South Korean city separated from China by a thin strip of water.  In a snack bar, a girl was smiling and saying "Oppa" to the boy next to her. The opening ceremony that was being broadcast live on the TV hanging above came from the melodious sound of violin and piano. She  His mouth was frozen there, not knowing what to say next.  The world seems to have stopped.  Only the melodious sound of the piano continues.  ?????????While indulging in the exquisite and beautiful melody, people seem to see a pair of lovers in love.  They are beautiful and pure.  And flawless, they represent the best hope in people's hearts, dancing lightly with the notes, embracing each other and falling in love.  Their thoughts have fallen into a blank, pure and peaceful. Their minds can't help but follow the sound of music. As they walk, they are willing to drift to the end of the world.  The narrator¡¯s introduction has stopped.  All the noise has disappeared and the whole world is listening to this one piece of music.  No one is judging whether it is good or bad. At this moment, everyone listening has lost the intention of judging and just appreciates it quietly.  And at this moment, as the melody continued to deepen, one of the lovers suddenly appeared.  Just died. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? beinging ising.  At that moment, some people couldn¡¯t help but have red eyes.  The melody became more and more sad, and all the audience listening seemed to see the remaining lover unhappy and sad, wandering melancholy next to the deceased lover, and finally fell asleep beside him.  ??Similarly hurt.  Some emotional people have their eyes closed.  But tears immediately fell from the corners of his eyes.  That was the saddest melody, which moved countless people.  Is this tragic music?  Why is it so sad?  But this is not the end.  In the midst of music that has reached its lowest point, the notes suddenly become lighter and lighter, and everything begins to become beautiful, as if people can see it.  The lost lovers were buried together, but they turned into butterflies and spread their wings and flew away.  Fly to that wonderful future.  At this moment, even Westerners who knew little about Chinese culture vaguely felt the long lasting charm of Eastern culture.  Transform into a butterfly.  That is the most beautiful yearning for love.  If you leave, I am willing to follow you through life and death.  We can sleep together in life, and we can fly together as butterflies in death.  What could be more poignant and touching than the butterfly's love?  The tears of many people are still flowing.  Only this time it was tears of emotion.  I am moved by this wonderful ending and bless the most beautiful love in the world.  I don¡¯t know when, the music stopped and the whole song ended.  But there was no applause from those present.  They are still immersed in the poignant artistic conception of Butterfly Lovers, closing their eyes tightly and unable to extricate themselves.  Gu Yang stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.  This time, he felt that this time he had really reached the limit of his ability, and every note was played to the extreme of what he could understand.  After investing so much energy for so long, it was finally not in vain.  Turning around and walking a few steps, the boy and Josephina stood together and saluted towards the audience.  There was no applause from the audience.  Gu Yang felt for a moment thatSomewhat strangely, when he and Josephina turned around and walked toward the exit, halfway through the journey, applause started to ring out sporadically. ? And scattered things are just the beginning.  As more and more people woke up from the artistic conception created by the music, the applause became more intense, and eventually it surged like a flood, out of control, sweeping the entire venue!  Hearing the eardrum-filled applause, he couldn't help but smile.  In front of the TV, countless people were clapping their hands involuntarily and praising in various languages: "It's so beautiful" and "So good" Even the narrator who narrated the narration was extremely rare and said it from the bottom of his heart.  He said "What a great piece of music".  Finally, the opening ceremony ended with dazzling fireworks all over the sky.  The torch was passed in the hands of the flying people and the five Olympic rings were lit. In the passionate singing of the national anthems of various countries, the sports representatives of each country took the stage one after another. From the visual effects to the appearance of the national sports representatives, everything was exciting.  Nothing can make people forget the violin and piano concerto they just played.  Its name is "The Butterfly Lovers".  ??A lot of people remember it.  And will always remember it.  The world's sports world is boiling.  Because the Olympic Games, held every four years, is a place where athletes from every country want to show off their skills. Gold medals are their goal. After the opening ceremony, it is their time to spread their wings.  The world¡¯s music industry is also in a state of excitement.  Just because of that song.  In this night that inspired thousands of people, I don¡¯t know how many people could not sleep, and I don¡¯t know how many music critics were repeating that piece of music over and over again, listening to the poignant and gentle melody, not knowing how to write.  In the quiet night, Gu Yang was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, not falling asleep for a long time.  He has been thinking about what kind of storm that Butterfly Lovers will bring to the world.  In the previous life, "Butterfly Lovers" was a world-famous song, played by countless world-class musicians, and it can be said to be a household name. However, this performance at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games will definitely make this song well-known to the world in a short time.  As its carrier, how high will his popularity rise?     he does not know.  For the first time, the young man was so worried about gains and losses that it was difficult to calm down.  In silence, his cell phone rang suddenly.  After a while, he sighed, got off the bed, put on his clothes, and opened the door.  After a few minutes of trekking, he reached the roof.  There, Josephina, who called him, was waiting for him.  The top floor of the hotel here has more than 20 floors. Although the season has entered the hot midsummer, you can't help but feel a bit chilly at the height. When he opened the door, Gu Yangzheng saw Josephina wearing a  She was wearing a fiery red dress and holding a violin in her hand, standing aside, waiting for him quietly.  Seeing the young man coming, the foreign porcelain doll smiled happily and said, "Gu, I knew you would come." Gu Yang raised his eyebrows. He didn't quite understand why the other party was looking for him, so he made a show of his hands.  Movement: "Well, is something okay? Josephina?" Josephina looked at him, her eyes as clear as lake water reflected his figure, but the smile on her face remained: "Gu, I will go there tomorrow  I want to say a lot, but I can't say it. Here, I want to play a song for you. This is a song I wrote recently. I hope you can hear it. " "What's the name of the song?  ?" "One step away." Josephina said these four words, put the bow on the strings, and slowly pulled it up.  "One step away." Gu Yang murmured and repeated in his heart, listening to the other party's music quietly.  Josephina¡¯s long red dress danced fiercely in the wind, like the brightest red rose in full bloom. Her golden sun-stained hair was scattered and floating, while her white fingers were still pulling the bow.  The melody of the violin is flowing.  Amid the liveliness and magnificence, there is also a bit of sadness, just like Josephina, who is warm and beautiful, but the softest part of her heart is hidden behind the music.  The melody dances in the deep night and disappears into the silent air. There is only one person listening.  Unconsciously, a drop of clear tears fell from the player's eyes.  The distance between us is just one step, but this step is eternity. ? New York, USA, in a study room full of books.  At this moment??John held a pen in his hand, thinking hard about how to write.  He is a well-known music critic in the New York Times and has a large following of readers. He is currently a very well-known music critic in the entire United States. His words are spicy and ruthless.  John has a bad habit that is not known to everyone, and that is biting the pen cover.  Under normal circumstances, he would only bite when it was extremely difficult to write the article. In the past, his highest record was only half an hour, but today, he chewed for four hours, and not a single word appeared on the paper.  word.  As for the reason, it¡¯s because this music review is really difficult to write.  The music review he wants to write is to review the Butterfly Lovers performed by Gu Yang and Josephina at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games.  "Those old guys must also have a lot of headaches." Thinking about the state of his music critic friends at the moment, and feeling a little gloating about their misfortune, John felt much better and couldn't help but play the piece of pure music that he had listened to countless times that night.  After listening again and again, suddenly he was inspired to write a line of English on the paper.  The English meaning is "a song of the times destined to be passed down for thousands of years."  In other words, a song for the ages!
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