Chapter 267: Why should we be like others?

Style: Romance Author: The world is blackWords: 2341Update Time: 24/01/12 07:10:57
Xu Song showed a wry smile.

My thoughts returned to the video.

He watched very seriously, because he also wanted to know, what would be the final outcome?

"Thank you to the last contestant for his wonderful performance. Now, it's up to us..." The host was about to announce the result.

At this time, a staff member came over and whispered a few words to him. The supporter immediately changed his words, "It seems that we have another player, she is..."

The next moment, what appeared on the screen was a violin covered with tape.

The camera moves and the girl with the violin appears on the stage.

She doesn't have such a glamorous dress, she wears a simple white dress without makeup, but at this moment, she is standing on the stage, and she is the focus of everyone.

The girl took a deep breath and put the violin firmly and slowly on her shoulders. At that moment, she looked at the people in the audience and thought of her uncle who was also her teacher and friend. He was lying in the hospital, and she thought of him. Tell yourself, music is alive, you can see it when you close your eyes.

She slowly closed her eyes.

The bow gently pulls the strings, and the sound of the violin bursts out like a broken silver bottle.

Xu Song felt like his scalp was numb.

If we say that the piano music of the previous piano girl burned like the fire of her jealousy, it was like the roar she gave out.

So at this moment, the accelerated violin variations of "Canon in D major" are even more exciting and exciting!

The sound produced by the violin seems to confirm the sentence: music, like people, is alive.

As the camera rotated rapidly, the entire concert hall seemed to be revolving around this girl, with her beautiful black hair, simple white dress, and pretty figure playing the violin to produce a beautiful and shocking melody.

In that melody, everything became illusion.

On the stage, the girl's hair seemed to be in the wind as she played with selfless devotion. The wind seemed to be the wind that bent the weeds in the wilderness, and the weeds would eventually stand up again.

In the picture, along with the shocking music, the girl suddenly thought of the sound of the uncle making gestures, suddenly saw the uncle's instructive and kind face while lying in the hospital, suddenly thought of the scene of being bullied, and suddenly found herself in the broad fields of freedom.

All of this bursts out in the performance of this song. This is the embodiment of her truest emotions. At this moment, the melody has life and soul.

Quickly cut scenes, switching constantly.

All the things I have experienced before, I kept practicing for this moment and kept pulling the strings.

All the hardships I have experienced have become the nourishment of music at this moment.

In the shot, accompanied by the passionate and scalp-numbing melody, a beautiful butterfly emerges from its cocoon on the treetop of the vast field, fluttering its wings and flying towards the gentle and yearning sunshine.

The butterfly was born towards the light and flew towards the light, just like she was playing on the stage at this moment, playing with abandon.

She tossed her hair wantonly and pulled the strings, and the notes full of life burst out from her hands one by one.

She is so confident and flamboyant at this moment!

On the stage, as the most passionate note came to an abrupt end, she held the violin quietly and gasped for air.

The whole audience seemed to have pressed the stop button.

The camera scanned the faces.

One by one, they were all dumbfounded. They looked at the weak-looking figure on the stage with their mouths open. They couldn't say a word, and the whole place was silent.

It seems that they have not yet recovered from the melody that made their scalp numb.

It seemed unbelievable that that girl who didn't look powerful at all, but was actually a little thin, could burst out with such terrifying energy.

It seems that everyone is still reminiscing about the moving and beautiful melody full of countless emotions, unable to extricate themselves.

This is the charm of music, this is the power of dreams.

At some point, someone stood up and applauded, and the applause started to spread like a virus.

Countless people stood up and applause resounded through the sky!

Even the piano girl was looking at her in despair at this moment.

It seemed unbelievable that she could actually do it and do it better than she did.

What made it even more difficult for her to accept was that she was deaf and could not hear the sound, but she actually completed a wonderful performance, which had a huge impact on her.

Everything she did before was like a clown.

Just like Xu Song's mood at this moment.

He felt like he was the piano girl.

Sitting here, looking at the work of the director I envy, jealously and hate, I feel lost!

She couldn't hear the thunderous applause on the stage, but she saw that everyone was applauding her.

The short film is over, 4 minutes and 5 seconds long, but the shock it brought is one that people cannot calm down for a long time.

At least at this moment, Xu Song was still in a daze.

He felt that he used to be like the deaf girl in the movie, who was ridiculed and suffered a lot.

He still vaguely remembered that at that time, he was just like the deaf girl, who was hit and on the verge of collapse.

The dream is shattered!

It's just that the girl was lucky to have a mentor, lucky to have someone who told her: "Why, why...do you have to be like everyone else?"

Therefore, his dream of directing was shattered.

Then, he turned into the piano girl, and the flames of jealousy made him constantly smear and belittle those successful directors.

Are those movies he criticized as useless, really that bad?

No, it’s just because of the jealousy that comes from the bottom of my heart!

Xu Song leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, took a strong drag, and then spit it out.

He didn't expect that he could be shocked by a short film.

He didn't know how long it took, but he didn't come back to his senses until his fingers felt hot.

Put out the cigarette butt.

He started to read again.

However, this time, he no longer came to watch this short film with a critical eye, but with the knowledge he had learned about directors.

Why did this short film make his scalp numb when he watched it? Why is it so shocking?

He needs to analyze it carefully.

As for the negative review order, he had long forgotten about it.

At the same time, this commercial, just like Li Yi's short films in the past, began to spread like a virus.

The major video platforms are seeing an increase in clicks, comments, and comments at a flying speed.

"As expected of a dog director, he has actually improved again!"

"What melody is the violin playing? My scalp goes numb when I hear it!"

"Desires and obstacles, internal conflicts and external conflicts. It's very complete, fast-paced but comprehensive, the conflicts are intensified and reasonable, it's a groove, I love it. It makes my scalp numb when I watch it, it's awesome."

“It’s hard not to burst into tears when you walk a long way alone in the dark!”