C639 Demonic Sound
C639 Demonic Sound
"Clap …"
In a quiet office, a staff member couldn't help but clap his hands in excitement. The loud clapping attracted the attention of the other employees in the office, causing them to look over in curiosity.
"What are you doing? Affect your work, eh? You're watching a variety show during business hours, don't you want to do it? " The boss walked over and snapped.
The employee shook his head: "Boss, I know it's not right, but I'm not willing to accept the penalty because hearing this song is worth it."
The owner was stunned, he lowered his head and looked, "Isn't this Zhongli Yun? The Voice of China? How did she get on this stage? "
"Boss, someone should have recorded it and uploaded it onto the internet. This is a live broadcast and it can't be watched back. I suggest that you listen to it as well. Oh right, I'll do whatever I tell you about the punishment." The clerk shrugged, not at all bothered.
The shop owner turned around in surprise and returned to his office. Not long later, a loud shout came from within the office, "Chen Liang, f * ck you. If you didn't tell me this was such a tune earlier, I would have stripped you of your salary …" "Lights off..."
Everyone in the office was stunned, all of them were curious as to what had happened.
Even the shop's loudspeakers, which were shouting '999' on the side, also stopped their breathing at this moment. Their gazes were fixed on the two figures on the big screen that seemed to belong to different worlds; one was in a white dress, the other was casually playing the zither, like a king who had sunk into a completely golden horse. They were both sad people.
However, the people on the square, regardless of whether they were men or women, old or young, were all sighing and looking dazed. As for the woman, tears were streaming down her face, as if she had become the main character in the story.
Amongst them, they might not be able to understand the words, but they could instead understand the zither music. Sometimes, the narration of a song wasn't that important. The transmission of a note was the true soul of music.
"He is a devil who controls the strings of a zither. Aside from the devil, there is no one else whose zither has reached such a level and caused everyone to resonate with him. He is a devil, no …" It's the Zither Demon. "
"Zither Demon? "Huh …" This name is very compatible with his, Zither Demon … "
"Zither Demon …"
"Zhongli Yun …"
This scene was not just a small town's square. It seemed as if all the people in China who were lucky enough to come across this live broadcast would stand dumbstruck in front of their televisions or computers, unable to recover for a long time.
The applause at the scene didn't stop for a long time. Even though their hands were in pain, no one stopped. All of their gazes landed on Zhongli Yun and Sikong Banyu on the stage. They didn't know what to say nor what to say. The four coaches had already left their seats and were standing in front of the chairs, clapping their hands as if they were spectators.
Yes, this one was not finished. No one turned around." It wasn't that they didn't want to change, but that such a voice and melody were at the pinnacle of music. To be able to teach such a person was the same as teaching the Crown Prince the art of governing a country.
They all knew that they were not qualified to perform such a song. In the entire world, there was only one song, and that was none other than Zhongli Yun, who was the only violinist in the world who was wearing a white mask.
"Everyone, please calm down." At this time, a teacher suddenly waved his hand to signal for everyone in the audience to stop. His figure was slightly fat, and his looks were ordinary.
He walked in front of Zhongli Yun and Sikong Banyu with tears still on his face. He bowed and said to the two of them, "Teachers, thank you for your guidance today, letting me know what real music is and what should be in a song. This is my respect to a music master, please accept it."
The remaining three people quickly walked over and bowed deeply to the two to express their intentions. Zhongli Yun finally regained her senses at this time. Looking at the expressions of the four seniors in the music industry, she was momentarily at a loss. Although she was considered one of the top figures in the music industry, when meeting these four teachers, she had to respectfully address them as teachers.
If he was truly that good, then it would be understandable. However, a true master was someone else.
"Teachers, you misunderstood. I've already said this song before. I just sang it for you. The song 'Atonement' was written by this masked gentleman. He is the real master."
As soon as he said that, everyone's eyes fell on Sikong Banyu. So this song came from him! The zither music just played for three days, and now even the tune belonged to him. What kind of person was he exactly?
The four coaches quickly turned around and bowed to Sikong Banyu, "Great Master, how are you?"
He gathered his thoughts, stood up, and held the lyre on the table in his hands. He waved his hand and said, "I'm not a master, I just promised a friend that she would sing in front of everyone's eyes, so I'm here. Look, it's her."
Everyone looked in the direction Sikong Banyu pointed. It was the table where he placed the lyre. Under the table, there was a large poster that covered almost the entire front of the table. Even though this poster was very large, no one had noticed it before. Now that Sikong Banyu had pointed it out, everyone finally noticed it.
The poster depicted a young girl with two ponytails. She wore a green shirt, and her dimples were revealed with a smile. Her bright big eyes looked innocent and pure, and her beauty was pleasant to behold. This was the photo Qiu Xiaoren had given Sikong Banyu. He hoped that the girl in the photo could see it and feel the same emotions as him.
"Excuse me, master, is the person you miss in the song this girl?"