Both commentators from Zhongzhou were green!

The barrage of the audience in the live broadcast room was even more instantly climaxed!

"Oh My God!"

"Why is this fish again!"

"The ghosts never disperse, they are everywhere, and they are everywhere!"

"Didn't the anchor say that this fish can only write piano music, and even only have a few piano works?"

"Then what's the Erhu these two days??"

"What are the flute-like instruments nowadays??"

"The commentary is just farts. How many times have I been slapped in the face by Xianyu these days? Apart from pop songs, there is more than one instrument in this fish, okay?"

"Isn't the most bizarre thing the song's name?"

"home?"

"landscape?"

"It can't be said to be exactly the same, it can be said to be completely consistent!"

"Makoto Ito, please make sure to promise me and help Nakazo complete his revenge!"

revenge!

Revenge must be taken!

If it is a song project, it is normal to bump into the type and the theme is also normal.

For example, popular group competitions.

Almost most of them are love songs.

However, in the instrument group, it is rare to collide the theme, let alone the two songs that entered the finals. Not only did they choose Blue Star Flute, but they even carved the title of the temo song in the same mold!

What a coincidence!

This is the biggest coincidence that happened on the Blue Recital stage.

This coincidence also involves Xianyu, who has shown his instrumental talent through the erhu repertoire in the past two days!

In various backgrounds.

The two songs form a subtle opposition!

The thoughts about revenge immediately filled the brains of the audience in Central China!

For Zhongzhou audiences, every encounter with Xianyu means a battle of revenge!

Zhongzhou has won so many gold medals, but it has no choice but to win this fish. This has almost become a heart disease for countless Zhongzhou people!

The only cure is to kill the fish!

Some Middle-earth audiences have even begun to pray in their hearts.

...

On stage.

Qinzhou player Lu Yan was attentive and slowly picked up the Blue Star Flute.

The silver color of the Blue Star Flute is similar to the earth's ocarina, but it has stronger expressiveness and more octaves.

In everyone's weird expressions.

The sound of the pure and flowing water suddenly came to mind.

It seems to come from the deep and quiet forest.

This is the introduction to the song, which is used as the background accompaniment.

Individual instrument competitions have certain restrictions on the proportion of such accompaniment, but it is impossible to completely limit it. Otherwise, the sound expressiveness of a single instrument will not be strong enough, which will damage the integrity of the song. This rule is still very humane. After all, the singer's singing duel cannot be just a cappella, and there must be accompaniment arrangement.

The sound of flowing water echoes in the empty valley.

The two sounds seemed to echo each other from afar.

The loud bass sounded loudly hit every powerful slap, as if it was pulling away all the mystery.

The sound of the Blue Star Flute sounded.

Everything is so harmonious and natural.

It is so natural that people feel a sense of comfort and comfort.

This moment.

Everyone's faces changed.

And in the moment of change, the sound of the Blue Star Flute seemed to penetrate into everyone's heart, just like the sound of nature from childhood.

Someone closed his eyes gently.

It seemed as if everyone had entered a strange and familiar dream, and their thoughts couldn't help but float.

...

Is that the depth of memory?

Like a mountain breeze blowing over the face.

There is a mark of birds flying in the blue sky.

The bamboo forest sways gently in the mountain breeze.

The lush colors are filled with the sweet smell of soil and flowers.

The theory that the great joy must be simplified is never out of date. The traditional pentagonal chords seem to naturally fit all human ears, as if they want to awaken some of the scenery hidden in the heart and remember them all the time:

The music is endless.

It's like a mountain roaring.

It's like pondering in the deep valley.

The clouds in the sky are lingering.

The curling smoke of cooking stoves is flying for a long time.

People seem to be guided back to their hometown:

When I was innocent and in a child, the green rice floating in the sun and the frog sounds coming from the rice fields were still so familiar;

Barefoot.

The child ran in the fields, letting the mud splash on his face, accompanied by the bored cicadas in the shade of the trees;

Under the trees.

The clear stream flows slowly, as if it can reach a distance.

The sunlight shines through the leaves is fine and mottled, and stars dot the dirty clothes.

So melodious.

So sad again.

People walking on the road.

I grew up as I walked.

As I walked, I walked away.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to speak if I want to argue.

The sunlight has stopped mottled when it has started, but it has just stretched out the figure.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

The prodigal son from the end of the world.

Tourists outside.

In addition to his tired appearance, he also has endless voices.

But when I look back suddenly, I can still see the scenery of my hometown.

The pressure of life seems to be removed at this moment. In the steel forest of the city, people who are used to disguising smile again.

Mountains and flowing water.

The croaks and the frogs are screaming.

The small courtyard at the entrance of the village.

Such a hometown does not belong to everyone, but it seems that everyone has it once, because it is the hometown of the heart.

...

The Blue Star Flute suddenly rose by octave.
To be continued...