Chapter 325 A Bing and His "Two Springs Reflect the Moon"

In the live broadcast room, netizens were also discussing it.

"Can the erhu really play the saddest music in the world?"

“Believe the words without words.”

"Yes, I absolutely believe in Wuyan. After all, before this, no one thought that the erhu could play such a cheerful melody."

"Is it a bit exaggerated to say the most... without words?"

"I also think it's too exaggerated."

"..."

There are hundreds of kinds of musical instruments in the world. Every country and every nation has its own musical instrument. Each instrument has played countless classic songs.

Among these classic songs, there are countless songs that express sadness and misery.

Some can make people cry.

Some can make people sad and depressed.

Some can be excruciatingly painful.

But no author of any song dares to say that his own work is the saddest.

In any industry, the word "most" can offend people the most.

Now, Wu Yan said that the erhu can play the saddest melody in the world. Although everyone admitted that his talent in music was unparalleled, they still thought that this statement was a bit exaggerated.

Backstage.

While everyone was talking about it, Wang Mo sighed silently with complicated eyes.

The saddest erhu song in the world, as he said, is of course Abing's swan song "Er Quan Ying Yue".

No matter how others describe it, at least in Wang Mo's heart, he has always firmly believed that "Two Springs Reflect the Moon" is the saddest and most poignant song in the world, unparalleled.

[Warm reminder: When listening to "Er Quan Ying Yue", it is recommended to search for A Bing's original recording, as other artistic conceptions cannot be achieved. Only the original sounds like a true swan song. Other versions have their form but not their god. 】

He recalled that when he first listened to this erhu song, the sadness that penetrated his bones and the lamentation of his soul made him unable to relax for several days.

Listening to other sad songs, no matter how sad the melody is, Wang Mo just feels it in his heart.

However, listening to "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", it seems as if I can be dragged into the abyss by it, my body and soul sink into darkness, and my heart feels like a huge stone is weighing down, so heavy that it is difficult to breathe.

Outside.

The voices of the audience came in wave after wave.

"Wuyan, let's play a song."

"We want to hear the saddest song in the world."

"Can the erhu really play two extreme emotional melodies?"

Listening to the shouts outside, Wang Mo didn't respond for a long time.

Now, of course he can play "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", and even his original intention is to show "Two Springs Reflect the Moon" to everyone.

But when he was about to play, he realized that he couldn't make a move.

Why?

Because Wang Mo realized that with his current state of mind, he simply could not interpret the artistic conception of "Two Springs Reflect the Moon".

Without A Bing's desolate life experience, being alone, without friends, desperate, and terminally ill, without A Bing's experience, the true sadness of "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs" would never have been played.

Because I am playing a piece of music.

And what Abing pulls is his life.

So forcing yourself to play it will only ruin the piece.

Turn a swan song into an ordinary masterpiece.

Wang Mo took a deep breath and his mind sank into the system: "System, is there any treasure that can help me understand A Bing's true state of mind?"

System: [5 million. 】

Grass!

It's really direct.

However, a mere five million cannot make Wang Mo back down.

He said without hesitation: "Okay!"

The system responded immediately: [Five million has been deducted. From now on, the host can experience A Bing's life for half an hour, with a countdown of 29 minutes and 59 seconds...]

When the system makes a sound.

Wang Mo was shocked, and his entire temperament and mental state changed.

His eyes, which were originally full of vigor, suddenly became hollow. He couldn't see, but these invisible eyes seemed to see through all the bitterness and bitterness in the world, so calm that people dared not look directly at them.

Wang Mo originally thought that given A Bing's miserable life, his mood would be extremely miserable.

But after feeling the same, he realized that he was wrong. At this moment, he felt that there was not much sadness in A Bing's heart, but a kind of indifference after experiencing all the misery in the world. It seemed that nothing in the world could make any more ripples in his heart.

Peaceful but old.

"Is this A Bing's state of mind?"

Wang Mo was silent for almost half a minute.

Then he sighed softly and said softly: "Let me tell a story..."

studio.

After hearing Wang Mo's words, everyone suddenly became quiet and looked at the curtain with burning eyes.

Because last night, Wang Mo told several stories, and each story was related to a piece of music he played. So everyone subconsciously thought that the story Wuyan was going to tell next was probably related to the erhu music that was about to be played.

Wang Mo actually didn't think so.

At this moment, he just wanted to tell everyone A Bing's story, that's all.

"Once upon a time, there was a man named A Bing. He loved music since he was a child and was hailed as a genius. However, he was later framed and took opium, and then became addicted to drugs. Coupled with various diseases, he was in his prime. He became blind and lived on the streets, and was called 'Blind A Bing'. In order to make a living, Blind A Bing could only earn a meager income by playing the erhu."

"Wearing old clothes and a pair of sunglasses, walking through the streets with an erhu on his back, waving his hand shows the vicissitudes of the world."

"He spent the second half of his life in poverty, suffered all kinds of humiliation in the world, and suffered from physical diseases. Although he was blind, he saw through the hardships of life. Even when he was at the end of his rope, he still adhered to the bottom line of a busker. Instead of begging, I just played the erhu and performed until I died of illness..."

Wang Mo's voice carried an inexplicable sadness and desolation.

"A Bing's life was full of endless misery and sadness. And these emotions were finally condensed into an erhu song called "Er Quan Ying Yue"."

As Wang Mo's voice fell.

A sad and profound erhu melody came from behind the curtain.

It is like a deep and painful sigh, causing the man of Laqu to tell us the sufferings of his life with an uncontrollable emotion.

Just the beginning.

Many people's hearts tightened, and their hearts became a little melancholy for no reason.

Especially after listening to A Bing's story just now, many people's hearts were a little blocked. Now when they heard the melody from the erhu, their hearts suddenly twitched.

"What a sad song."

"It's really sad."

"This is just the beginning."

"..."

These discussions only appeared piecemeal in the live broadcast room.

Most of the audience remained silent, listening carefully to the wordless performance.

As time goes by, the sound of the erhu becomes more and more sad and beautiful, with a deep desolation, slowly reaching the depths of everyone's hearts.

Especially at this moment, under the care of Abing's state of mind, Wang Mo's erhu seemed to be integrated with the real Abing.

A sad, desolate melody came softly.

It was like a deep sigh, resounding deep in one's mind.

Combined with Wu Yan's story just now, everyone seems to have seen a picture of the blind A Bing living on the street alone, suffering from poverty and illness.

That is not a pain that a person can bear, but a kind of sadness that cannot be relieved from the soul.

Full of ups and downs.

Bitter and tragic.

on site.

The huge studio was already silent, and everyone was just listening to the music.

There was no shock on their faces like yesterday when Wang Mo played a few pieces of music, nor were there any regrets, anger, or other emotions.

Some are just a deep sadness that I don’t know when to arise.

Many people even burst into tears without knowing when.

This is a kind of spiritual sinking.

Especially the representatives of the eleven countries, several men who were previously arrogant, were already in tears at this moment, with deep sadness on their faces, and they couldn't help themselves.

Several people tried hard to keep their emotions calm, but under the strong emotional impact, they finally fell.

Emilio bit his lip, his vision became blurred, and he felt sad in his heart: "It turns out that there is really a kind of music in the world that can attack people's hearts indiscriminately and make even the strongest people collapse emotionally."

Yes.

In front of this erhu song, it seems that no matter how strong a person is, he cannot control his emotions, and his mood becomes sad and depressed.

This is a famous song.

This is the swan song.

The music continues.

What was low and depressing at the beginning slowly changed, became jumpy, and became more diverse.

Sometimes deep, sometimes passionate, sometimes tragic, sometimes proud, it vividly displays the bitterness and pain, injustice and resentment in the heart of the people who pull the song.

The infinite melancholy and lamentation pull every listener into the emotional whirlpool.

"Why am I crying?"

"Yes, my eyes are wet too."

"Obviously, when I listened to "Running on the Thousand Miles of Grassland" just now, my heart was filled with joy. But at this moment, I still can't control my tear ducts."

"Stop it, my dog ​​is crying."

"I have been cheerful all my life, but I am almost depressed at this moment."

"Isn't it too sad?"

"It's really the saddest melody. No music has ever made me feel so depressed."

"It's so poignant that I burst into tears, and it's so poignant that I feel depressed."

“When I hear this music, I want to cry.”

"..."

In the live broadcast room, many netizens could no longer control their emotions and tried to use comments to dilute the sadness in their hearts.

The touching music, although delicate and soft, is like a huge wave, washing away the hearts of everyone one after another.

Make people feel the same.

In the studio, on the stage.

Zhao Shu listened to the song "Two Springs Reflect the Moon" played by Wang Mo. While feeling sad, he thought of another question: "Wang Mo is only in his early twenties. How can he lead a miserable life at such an age?" ?How on earth did he do it?"

Some of the pieces Wang Mo played yesterday can be explained by his immense talent.

But this song "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", if you have not experienced all kinds of misery in life and have not felt the various aspects of life, you will not be able to express the sincere emotions contained in it.

However, Wang Mo's performance showed all kinds of sad, poignant, sad, painful and other artistic conceptions.

This is what Zhao Shu finds most incredible.

But soon, Zhao Shu thought of a possibility: "Wang Mo went from being a poor person to a house, and from a glamorous life to a rat crossing the street that everyone yelled at. Could it be that... what he was feeling at this moment was what he had experienced at that time? All the sadness and pain?”

Probably!

No, not very likely!

That must be it.

After all, if the average person's house collapsed from the top, it would probably be ruined long ago.

But Wang Mo came through forcefully.

Listening to the increasingly sad and sad music coming from behind the curtain.

Zhao Shu felt sorry for Wang Mo even more.

He kept shaking his head and sighing: "How much suffering has this child suffered? It's really hard for him." (End of Chapter)