Xiangnan Grand Theater.

Shen Lang used to think that he was different from these audiences.

In the past, he thought this was a palace full of art and knowledge. All the audiences were gentle and well-mannered, rich in artistic cultivation, and kept talking about world famous works, with extremely high quality...

As for Shen Lang...

Even an "Introduction to Art" can fail, but how can a person with no artistic cells be like them?

However, it was not until the last time, when he stood up that he realized that everyone was actually the same.

I have no artistic cells and don’t know anything. I am in a state of confusion that I can’t react at all.

Then……

These audiences were also in a state of confusion and didn't even know what was going on.

More stupid than yourself.

There are always so many artful and disguised people in this world...

Shen Lang found that they would curse, and they would spit while no one was paying attention to public places. They would be blushing and thick-necked, and even secretly stuffed napkins into the gaps in the chair...

Although it cannot be said that they do not know how to appreciate it, it is nothing more than knowing more...

Is there any difference?

Everyone is the same as hypocritical.

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“Music is a very sacred thing…”

"I was once poor and played the violin on the streets of Russia, chasing the sacred musical art..."

"Later, there were countless sounds around me. These sounds told me that you are poor, you have no money, and although you are arrogant, you have nothing..."

"Later, I lowered my head, put down all the sacred things, walked into the theater, and met the fat man smoking a cigar..."

"Ten years later, I became a "symphony master". I have everything I once had... countless money, countless glory..."

"I began to be numb because, when I stood on the stage, there were always applause in the audience. There might be several flaws and mistakes, but no one knew. After all, who would think that I, a master, would make some low-level mistakes? Unless a real master, ordinary people would not understand the frequency of a mosquito flapping its wings. Even if they heard it, they would only feel that they had heard it wrong and would only applaud amid the applause..."

"I have everything, I feel very happy, and occasionally I think of the past... occasionally, I am lonely for no reason..."

"Later, I met two people..."

"I suddenly woke up, as if my heart had returned to the beating of the past..."

"I have lost my sincerity and seriousness in music!"

“…”

The concert has not begun.

Chekore stayed alone in the room and muttered to himself silently in front of the mirror.

His PR team is very strong!

That time should have caused a sensation, but in the end, the major media rarely saw the news.

Symphony is originally a niche art, and there are endless news in the entertainment circle...

final……

He is still the authoritative and famous symphony master.

Even that mistake turned out to be intentional someone to find fault...

But, he finally understood that he was wrong.

If you want to become a true master, you must play every concert with your heart.

Although many people don’t understand, there will be people who understand it after all!

After Chekore looked in the mirror, he sorted out his hairstyle and then pushed open the door.

"Mr. Chekore, ready, everyone is waiting."

"Have you been seated at VIP No. 4?"

"Sit down."

"Oh, OK!"

Chekore slowly walked out in a state of shock at his assistant.

He shaved his beard and washed his face at the same time, and even felt a little teenager.

Then, he took the baton and walked step by step onto the shining stage.

After bowing to everyone, he looked up and took a look at the three people in the VIP position.

He turned around...

The baton fell slowly.

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"Where is Chekore's beard?"

"Ah? Why is the beard missing?"

"Where is the beard..."

"this……"

"Strange...why does it feel..."

"Don't make a noise..."

In the midst of an uproar among the audience, Chekore played a new symphony.

The violin sounded not far away...

It seemed as if a wanderer was chasing the illusory dream on the street...

In loneliness, it reveals its yearning for the future.

Qin Yao listened quietly.

"This is the first song that Chekore once created, called "Spring of the Wild Fence"..."

After hearing this song, Shen Lang narrowed his eyes, as if he had confirmed something, and opened his phone and took a look.

Finally, he took a deep breath.

Qin Yao turned her head and looked at Shen Lang strangely, always thinking that Shen Lang wanted to do...

As for Chen Yutong, she looked at the back of Chekoer who was shaved without saying a word and fell into deep thought...

"Qin Yao, have you heard something?"

"I?"

"There is no problem in terms of melody and instrumental rhythm. Compared with the previous recital, it is completely different concepts... Of course, this music is originally a tribute to Chekore's experience, and it also has a dreamlike narrative..." Qin Yao replied softly.

"I heard a very sincere apology... and many things Chekore wanted to say to us..."

"ah?"

Qin Yao turned her head and looked at Shen Lang incredibly.

Chen Yutong also turned to Shen Lang blankly.

"And...invitation!"

Under the eyes of the two women, Shen Lang stared at the stage and smiled brighter.

"Don't you not understand symphony?" Chen Yutong was very strange.

"Hmm?" Chen Yutong was stunned, thinking that Shen Lang was a genius, but she was really frightened by Shen Lang for a moment.

As for Qin Yao, he looked at Shen Lang deeply and listened to the symphony attentively.

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The melody after wave, like the waves on the sea, echoing in the huge theater.

The audience listened carefully and nodded from time to time. Whether they understood or not, they all looked at each other secretly and nodded after nodding, looking extremely appreciating. Some people even became moist as they listened.

It seems to be empathetic.

VIP seats.

"It's like a joke, this is not a sad song." Qin Yao shook her head silently.

"They come to our crew and it's okay to play a role..." Shen Lang touched his chin and looked at the audience who were so moved.

With such good acting skills, wouldn’t it be a waste to come here to be a supporting role? Otherwise...

Talk to these people about their dreams?

The concert finally came to an end.
To be continued...