Beyond everyone's expectations.
Daolang seemed to have known that he would see them.
I will meet Xu Xiangxiao, Jiang Xinhai, Cui Dayou and Wang Feng.
You will see all these familiar or unfamiliar faces.
He is different from the one he was ten years ago. Although he was struggling at the bottom and experienced many things, there was always a three-quarter innocence on his face.
Ten years later, his appearance had not changed at all, but his eyes showed the maturity of having experienced many ups and downs and seen mountains and seas.
This miraculous transformation is as subtle as a ripple in the ocean and difficult to notice in the eyes of others.
But in Jiang Xinhai's eyes, it was as obvious as a surging wave.
She soon understood where Daolang's temperament came from - the background of the video was truly an endless expanse of mountains and seas.
"Daolang, where are you? Your background is fake, right?" Jiang Xinhai asked.
Daolang looked back and saw that the sky behind him was as blue as a mirror, with only two wisps of clouds gently covering the top of the mountain where the grass was about to wither.
He held the phone in his hand and moved the camera downwards, and people saw:
The clouds and mist rise from the bottom to form a rolling sea of clouds.
The rolling clouds are like a surging ocean, and the towering green mountains standing in the middle of the sea of clouds are like reefs.
Daolang exhaled a puff of hot air and said with a smile: "This is not fake. See? This is the Qilian Mountains at an altitude of 3,800 meters. I am here now."
This is the Qilian Mountains far away in the blue sea. The monsoon blowing from the vast Xianbei Sea in the north crosses the unobstructed land and climbs all the way here, causing a lot of rainfall.
The clouds that have climbed to the top of the mountain with great difficulty make the weather here capricious. It often rains heavily after walking two steps, but the sky becomes clear after walking another two steps.
Daolang's skin had turned dark due to the climate here, and his face was covered with beard. It was obvious that he had been here for a long time.
"Why are you here?" Jiang Xinhai asked.
Daolang took two steps and said, "A few years ago, Chi Chi came back and told me that he had a difficult task for me to do and asked if I was willing.
"I said, 'Since this is something you need me to do, why bother talking about my willingness? I'll just do it.' Then I traveled all over the country and recently came here. I've been working here for three or four years and I've aged a lot."
When he said this, his expression was calm, but in the eyes of others, it always seemed a bit tragic.
A good person was turned into this haggard appearance because of jx's words. Anyone would be heartbroken.
"Let's talk about this later," Daolang waved his hand and said, "I'll tell you why I knew you would call me, because Chi Chi told me."
Jiang Xinhai nodded: "I guessed it."
No one was surprised to hear Daolang's answer.
Now not only her, but also the people around her have become completely accustomed to Chen Ya's style of doing things.
"But you'll never guess why he told me this," Daolang said with a mysterious smile. "He said that if you guys called me, it would mean that my hard times are over and I can leave the mountain early."
"You want to make a comeback? Return to the music scene?" Jiang Xinhai was a little surprised.
"No, no," Daolang waved his hand. He thought for a long time about how to organize his words, but finally gave up and said, "Words are so weak. I'll take you to see it."
He held up his cell phone and walked forward.
Everyone saw from the camera that there were yellow and green grasslands, with groups of white goats gathering together. Between the mountains, in the middle of a flat plain, there were some houses with green bricks and red tiles forming a settlement.
Daolang, like a tour guide, held up his phone and led them on a walk, saying, "We've opened 20 schools in total. This one in Bihai Province was the most difficult one I've run. The conditions were too harsh..."
"What school? Can you be more specific?" Jiang Xinhai said.
"Oh, yes, you don't know," Daolang said, "In the past few years, JX has funded the establishment of 20 music schools across the country."
"Um?"
This news is unheard of and no one has ever heard of it.
"Our school is a little special. It's free of tuition and even offers subsidies. We specifically accept gifted children," Daolang said. "We also adopt a policy of elite training. We don't have many students, but all of them are talented. Look, our children are right in front."
He pointed to a group of children playing.
Everyone saw on the screen that it was a group of children wearing sheepskin coats, their faces sunburned from the plateau, and they were clapping their hands.
At first, everyone thought the children were just playing some games that only children could understand, but after watching for a while, Wang Feng's eyes narrowed and he was a little shocked.
The children weren't playing a game, they were trying to find the beat: one child clapped his arms and thighs to a 'dong-ci-da-ci' rhythm, while the other two, one for the forebeat and the other for the backbeat, kept the same rhythm.
The clapping sounds of the three children were inexplicably combined into a very harmonious impromptu drum beat.
The most important thing is that they are extremely fast!
The leading child's hands were dancing in the air so hard that they almost left afterimages. The crackling sounds were as stiff as pearls falling on a jade plate, while the other two children were not confused at all and they found the beats accurately.
In the eyes of people who don’t understand music, these children are just clapping randomly, and the sound they make happens to be very rhythmic.
And everyone present was a musician, so they could tell something was wrong right away.
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