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The musician's ideas always break through the rhythm and imagination.

All the concerts he has heard are on a stage with radiant light and ring reverberation.

But Li Qingsu said that she wanted to broadcast live in the South China Sea Tunnel.

This is not a street performance that plays and sings while walking, but an elegant art that is extremely tested on venues and musical instruments.

Li Feng couldn't imagine the scene of musicians standing on the South China Sea Tunnel holding a concert.

He said blankly: "Mr. Li, maybe I don't know much about concerts, but the South China Sea Tunnel probably doesn't have a place suitable for musical instruments..."

The upper layer is a two-way six-lane road.

The lower layer is the track for the high-speed rail.

The road is wide enough to accommodate vehicles and the high-speed rail can run without hindrance, but it is too narrow to accommodate an orchestra.

There is no need to think about sheltering from wind and rain, and surround sound effects, only the strong wind that accompanies the entire South China Sea Tunnel.

Elegant musicians stand on it, and they can immediately feel the sweeping wind and the waves of the sea. Not to mention whether they can maintain their dignified figure, those high-end musical instruments that rely on blowing and playing may not be able to overwhelm them at all. The roar of nature.

Li Feng's confusion got a kind smile.

In his impression of the strict elders, he said gently: "So, this is not a traditional concert, but a music performance that can walk under the sky and the sky after our orchestra has learned, explored and innovated."

"There are flat ground and musical instruments, which is our performance place."

Li Qingsu smiled with clear wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, "And all the natural sounds of the South China Sea are also important musicians in our performance."

Her thinking is more trendy than Li Feng imagined.

Hearing that the natural sound was also included in their arrangement and performance in this concert, Lifeng immediately became very interested.

He made "Shanshui Xiaoyao" just to find the peaceful coexistence of man and nature.

The special concert proposed by Li Qingsu is for them to explore the harmony between nature and music.

What her orchestra wants to do is a mobile form of performance, and the violin, saxophone, flute, and accordion that are easy to carry and walk are their important instruments.

The musicians of the orchestra will walk up the South China Sea Tunnel like street performers, with the sound of the wind as the soundtrack and the waves as the beat, creating a unique South China Sea Tunnel music scene.

Li Qingsu's desire to explain surpassed her desire to bring her old friends to watch her son's concert.

Yin Zhili sympathetically changed places with her, and silently walked to Yin Yiqiao's side, leaving the seat for an old friend who chatted about music and nature.

"Haha." Yin Zhili sat down and suppressed his laughter, "In the end, both my date and your date became their date."

"Xiaofeng likes this concept of nature."

Yin Yiqiao looked helplessly to the right, and then to grandpa, "Before we made the same boat in "Shanshui Xiaoyao" together, it was also based on these ideas."

Yin Zhili has seen the same boat, and also seen other designs of "Shanshui Xiaoyao".

There are many antique Chinese-style buildings, but the concept of "Shanshui Xiaoyao" created by Kelufeng has a modernist feeling that is rare in contemporary times.

From buildings to halls, from bridges to boats, all are the cohesion of modern Chinese spirit.

He thought carefully about the model in his memory, and suddenly asked: "Have you found a suitable place to build "Shanshui Xiaoyao"?"

When grandpa asked, Yin Yiqiao blinked without changing his face, between confusion and surprise.

"...how did you know that I was looking for such a place?"

Yin Zhili clapped his hands happily, "You can help him build Xiaofeng's library, let alone "Shanshui Xiaoyao" that he has been thinking about so much."

Perhaps, bystanders can see Yin Yiqiao's state of mind more clearly.

He built the Leith Library for Rhythm in England, but was not approved by the designer.

Then, he will definitely complete "Shanshui Xiaoyao" for Lufeng in China.

"It's still early." Yin Yiqiao sighed indistinctly, helplessly discovering how sharp Grandpa's vision is.

"I have visited a lot of cities and seen a lot of environments and landforms. But there is no urban planning suitable for "Shanshui Xiaoyao". So, it is still early."

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Li Feng, who was listening intently.

"When the comprehensive tourist area is completed, I believe that I will be able to find a city suitable for "Shanshui Xiaoyao"."

The waiting time for the concert does not seem long.

Lu Feng listened carefully to Li Qingsu's idea, as if a romantic musician was creating a new melody.

This kind of melody is suitable for young people, street performance artists and Zotel, not for a dignified and elegant musician like Li Qingsu.

Li Feng thought for a while and asked, "Did you...refer to Zotel's performance model?"

He had seen such a free and unrestrained performance in Zotel's video before.

Sure enough, Li Qingsu's eyes widened, her wrinkles glowed with surprise, and then she smiled happily.

"Isn't this child's creativity great?" Her tone revealed the mother's praise for the child. "I used to think that he was wasting his talent, but now I feel that it is because he knows what he is good at, so he has explored his own. the way."

"Zotel..." Li Feng hesitated for a while, "He thought you didn't like his music style."

"Yes, I don't like it."

Li Qingsu replied affirmatively and ruthlessly, "In the first ten years of cultivating him, I thought he was the child with the most musical talent. But in the last ten years of cultivating him, I found regretfully that he is not the musical genius I expected."

She was obviously criticizing her son for not meeting her musical expectations, but she had a gentle expression and didn't complain to Zotter at all.

"But in recent years, I suddenly realized that music should not remain unchanged and have only one appearance. He taught me to use a new perspective to look at the career that I have devoted most of my life to."

Li Qingsu's words were full of pride, "Li Zuo is messing around all day, but the music he makes is always the best."

Hearing these words, Li Feng felt more like a mother's straightforward showing off.

His mind was filled with the news of Zotel whimpering about "Mom doesn't love me", and he couldn't help but smile.

"He must be very happy to hear such words." Li Feng said, "Because he always looks forward to your approval."

However, after hearing this, Li Qingsu put on a straight face.

She frowned and shook her head, her tone was rare and tough, with the harshness of an elder.

"How can you tell him that?"

Li Qingsu knew her child well, and was immediately annoyed, "If he finds out, he will knock down the roof of the house!"

Li Feng laughed out loud.

This is true.

He had never seen a louder guy than Zotel, nor had he seen a child who was more easily carried away than Zotel.

No wonder Zotel was so wronged, it turned out that Li Qingsu had always been strict, and would rather praise him in front of outsiders than let him know anything about it.

Lu Feng said with emotion: "After hearing what you said, I'm even more curious that this "Happy Journey" can impress you."

Music that can make a mother who is strong on the outside and soft on the inside shed tears must be extraordinary.

Li Qingsu smiled proudly, "Lulfeng, I swear. This is the most innovative interpretation of China I have ever heard."

As the lights in the concert hall dimmed, Li Qingsu raised her eyebrows slightly, "It's started."

The noisy conversation in the room spontaneously quieted down after the lights changed.

Most of the people who came to the scene were fans of Zotel.

They read and learned the precautions of the concert before entering the venue, and they are well-trained as if they often listen to Zotel concerts.

After a while, the orchestra members came on stage neatly.

Everyone followed them, and couldn't help whispering, because there was no sign of Zotel in the team.

Even if most people have not seen Zotter in person, they are familiar with this tall Australian with a smile on his mouth.

That is their spiritual sustenance and soul reliance, creating countless soul-stirring music, and engraving their appearance on their hearts.

The musicians sat down and tuned, and crisp, sporadic syllables could be faintly heard in the room.

Countless people are guessing in what unique way Zotel will appear in front of them.

Suddenly, the concert hall sounded one after another shouts!

After all, it is not a group of rigid and conservative music audiences, and concert etiquette is limited to hearsay.

However, the etiquette and politeness described in those words could not suppress their calls to see their idols.

Because, he is wearing a traditional tuxedo, white shirt and black vest!

This outfit, which he criticized as "old-fashioned and monotonous" in the video, turned out to be the first time they saw it.

Moreover, Zotel's always arrogant and domineering messy hair was neatly trimmed.

He has the temperament from top to bottom, which undoubtedly belongs to an excellent pianist and musician.

Li Feng looked at him in surprise.

No blonde hair, no stud earrings, no big sunglasses.

He is well-behaved, neat and tidy, just like what a musician should look like in Li Feng's impression.

The noisy discussions around him couldn't stop, and Lu Feng couldn't help asking: "Mr. Li, is Zotel's body..."

"Hmm." Ms. Li, who disliked her son very much, sighed, "You really don't look like a musician in a tuxedo. Everyone seems to be dissatisfied."

"I don't think they meant that."

But Zotter, not a musician at all!

It's performance artist style!

Zotel, who was a forced musician, glanced at the audience.

Finally, he said, "Thank you for coming to the scene of "Getaway". This concert is very important to me. So, I put on the most formal clothes and meet the most important you."

Musicians who are not good at words will not appear on Zotel at all.

He was born with profound facial features of mixed blood, coupled with a deep and deep voice, which instantly won the hearts of all fans who love the image of him killing Matt.

The venue gradually became quiet, and Zotel was very satisfied.

Standing on the stage, he didn't intend to continue the introduction, let alone explain.

Zotel snapped his fingers and said, "Then let's get started!"

Chicly exposed rebellious nature.

The concert hall couldn't help screaming, and the indecent atmosphere made Lifeng hear Ms. Li's sigh beside her.

But he found it amusing.

Why do concerts have to be rigid and solemn? Since it is a place for young people, it doesn't matter if they are lively and lively.

Zotel, who was sitting in front of the piano, reached out and stroked the keys.

A few crisp piano sounds came, which was his final confirmation.

His gaze collided with the conductor, Zotel restrained his smile, his expression was solemn, his slender fingertips landed on the black and white keys, and his hands were sharp and sharp, leaving no room for anyone to think and breathe.

The hidden voices in the concert hall were overwhelmed by this string of passionate notes.

Before Lifeng had time to think about what kind of music it would be, the music controlled his mood.

Lifeng doesn't understand music.

He once even disliked Zotel's random soundtrack, making the scene noisy.

However, the impassioned piano sound at the scene brought the sonorous roar of the entire orchestra's performance, like the surging waves of the South China Sea sweeping across the shore, setting off the turmoil of the times!

In a trance, Rhythm heard the heavy sound of the piano, hallucinating the sound of artillery fire to smash the city defense.

It seems to have heard the prelude of a city sinking into the sea of ​​bitterness.

Gunshots, cries, and mournful sounds gradually became clear amidst the orchestra and drum beating.

In the concert hall, there is a sense of pathos that cannot be resisted, and numbness that is at the mercy of others.

The crispness of the piano is like the ticking of time.

On Lufeng's heart one after another, the deep sadness was knocked out.

What complex skills, what quiet elegance, is no longer important here.

The important thing is the resonant music, which cruelly dug out the heart-wrenching memory——

The great powers set their hooves on fire.

The mountains and rivers were broken, and the wilderness died in battle.

Until the break of the first movement, the sadness and lowness unique to the rhythm echoed in his heart.

It was difficult for him to calm down in the noisy discussion in the room.

I don't know if he is the only one, thinking so wildly.

"Brother, I don't know why, but I feel sad."

Yin Yiqiao shook his hand with his expression on his face, "I think we are all the same."

The mood of music is ever-changing.

But Zotter's first movement made the atmosphere of the whole concert hall dignified.

Some young people even stood up and said with a sad face: "I feel panicked when I hear that."

"I don't know why, but I feel very sad. It's not that it sounds bad, but... sad as if I had encountered a catastrophe."

Lufeng followed Yin Yiqiao to the outside of the hall, and he could hear similar emotions along the way.

Sad, sad, heartbroken.

However, it is not Xiaojiabiyu's long sorrow, let alone Gu Ying's self-pity.

It is a turbulent undercurrent that suddenly erupts, bluntly revealing the sorrow deep in the soul.

Yin Yiqiao took Lu Feng to the outside and handed him warm tea.

"Your little friend is much better than I imagined."

Lu Feng held the warm cup, and the hot tea poured into his throat, which made him much more comfortable.

"What did you think of?"

Yin Yiqiao looked at him melancholy, "I thought of the story you told."

Bunches of lights above the head converged into the light that Lufeng once said.

When Yin Yiqiao heard the first movement of "A Happy Journey", he thought of the warrior who burned himself and guided the way forward.

However, the description in just a few words unfolded a complete battle amidst the music, reminding him constantly of the unsung heroes who died in the cruel war years.

Yin Yiqiao spoke slowly, and Lufeng listened slowly.

He felt almost the same as Yin Yiqiao.

The heavy piano sound is like artillery fire, and the light and crisp piano sound is like gunfire.

Amidst the hail of bullets, the burning smell ravaged the strings of the violin.

The ups and downs of each melody reminded them of every moment encountered by the weak China.

It's just music, but it draws out the powerlessness and melancholy hidden in their hearts.

Lifeng is very sure that what Zotel played is not "There is a fish in the North, its name is Kun"...

But "the flames of war are raging, why should we call ourselves home"?