All-rounder Artist-Chapter 905 - 847 Golden Legend (Two in One - )_2

If I lose you, what else is there to care about?

When doves no longer symbolize peace,

I'm finally reminded that what's being fed in the square are vultures,

using beautiful rhymes to describe a love plundered empty."

The singing.

The guitar.

The piano.

Every note enters the ear, converges, seeps into the heart.

More and more spectators on site stopped in their tracks as if they had forgotten to leave.

...

Box 022.

Lilia had barely gotten up from her seat when she harshly sat back down, as if an invisible hand was pressing her down!

"Xian Yu?"

The girl next to her recognized the silhouette on stage and exclaimed, "The closing number is performed by him?"

Lilia didn't speak.

This was the first time she saw Xian Yu in person; she had only heard some news about him before.

This guy's looks are somewhat otherworldly, not at all what you'd expect from Maestro.

No, that's not right.

The focus here is the work itself.

Compared to pop songs, Lilia preferred instrumental performances, but this song seemed different!

...

Box 044.

Ling Kong hadn't turned into one of the Seven Fairies immobilized by Sun Wukong's spell; he was somewhat anxiously urging the Prince beside him:

"Let's go."

"What's the rush?"

The Prince wasn't in a hurry to leave anymore.

He had previously been eager to leave midway.

Throughout the entire concert, not a single piece had engaged the Prince; yet, paradoxically, it was the final closing number – not even an official performance – that bizarrely captured his attention.

Damn!

A plant.

Ling Kong wanted to vent, but faced with this spoiled second generation, he simply couldn't.

He couldn't just leave; doing so would offend the other party, so he could only stand there with a look of agony on his face.

Feeling like a fishbone stuck in the throat, like a thorn in the back, like sitting on pins and needles!

...

Box 007.

Matsushima Rain closed the door she had opened and turned to look at Ito Makoto.

"This is…"

Ito Makoto focused on the stage, lost in a daze.

This song was unfamiliar to his ears, and it stunned him.

The intro was killer, an assault on the ears!

Even Maestro's ears were not spared!

"Could it be…"

Matsushima Rain suddenly thought of something, her expression becoming somewhat horrified.

It couldn't be, right?

His secret weapons prepared for the Battle of the Gods in December weren't two piano pieces?

What was this?

Matsushima Rain noticed that Ito Makoto was uncomfortably twisting his body.

Didn't she have a similar reaction when she discovered the two piano pieces were composed by Xian Yu?

She suddenly felt like laughing.

A bitter laugh.

From her angle looking down, the audience was in complete disarray.

Some stood at the door, some rose from their seats, some still sat, clearly disorganized, but everyone's posture while listening to the song was strikingly uniform.

...

Box 013.

Yang Zhongming and Zheng Jing didn't rush to leave at all; both sat there, looking completely relaxed.

They were certainly going to wait for Xian Yu to leave together.

However, when the introduction to "Nocturne" began to play, both of them had slightly strange expressions on their faces.

Huh?

It seems like they've instigated an extraordinary song?

"It's twelve o'clock now."

Zheng Jing suddenly remembered something, looking at the time on her phone.

Twelve o'clock.

December.

The meaning behind this song wasn't hard to grasp now.

Yang Zhongming said with a smile, "So there really is a song that is not inferior to 'Blue and White Porcelain.' I thought he only had those two piano pieces as his trump cards."

A song not inferior to "Blue and White Porcelain"!

Without even listening past the first stanza of the main theme, Yang Zhongming reached his own conclusion.

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...

The subsequent singing seemed to be continuously proving Yang Zhongming's judgment!

"Ah~ The dark clouds start to mar the night sky's purity,

Memories of funerals in the park fly throughout the sky,

The white roses I sent you wither in the pure black surroundings,

Crows perch on the branches, eerily quiet,

Listen as my black coat seeks to warm your memories that grow colder by the day, lives that have been lived,

Ah~ Fog spreads all around,

Ah~ I am in the open cemetery,

Still loving you as I age."

Lin Yuan sat in front of the piano, gently closing his eyes.

With each press of the keys, the folded hammers struck the strings, black and white keys alternated under Lin Yuan's ten fingers.

The singing paused slightly.

The lacquered piano body reflected streamline lights!

...

Gu Xi also hadn't left the scene yet.

The scenery of the Golden Hall was naturally golden.

But at this moment, this golden tint shone brightly within the song "Nocturne"!

Whether genuinely attracted by the song and so standing still, or simply following the crowd, or because the doorway was blocked by some lingering spectators, one undeniable fact was:

The closing music did not dismiss the audience of the Golden Hall!

On the contrary, everyone's listening posture was as earnest as they would be for an official performance!

This made Gu Xi realize a vast difference.

She only thought that performances for the closing number belonged to the Golden Hall's trash time, which no audience would care about, and everyone would just leave gradually during the music.

However.

What happened today completely overturned Gu Xi's understanding of trash time!

It turns out that the closing number could also become an official performance?

No.

Perhaps only he could turn the closing time into his own concert, captivating all the spectators!

It's downright unscientific!

...

For the Golden Hall, today's closing performance was certainly one of the most special stages.

Classical.

Melancholic.

Romantic.

Listening to Xian Yu's singing and piano, some couldn't help but be reminded of the two performances of "Nocturne" that Xian Yu put on in the Golden Hall today.

A very odd association.

This song, in spite of having no relation to the two classical piano pieces titled "Nocturne," nor any melodic similarity, strangely conveyed a feeling of reaching the same goal through different means.