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Fighting Blade, get lost!
Even if I starve to death, die outside, or jump off a bridge, I would rather fight with a knife!
Both Xiazhou and Huazhou were enraged by the malice emanating from Dou Daodao.
Now I feel much better!
Floating God!
Floating God!
After entering the dedicated interface.
What greets the eye is a dense, screen-filling barrage of comments, all bearing the words "Floating God"!
Many of the young girls squinted their eyes into slits.
really!
A god of wealth and honor should be full of vigor!
Which scoundrel said that Fu Shen is an old man in his seventies or eighties?
Grandma thanks your whole family!
It's a pity I can't see his face clearly, but with that physique, he must be really handsome.
well.
In order not to ruin the image of Fu Shen in my mind, this sense of ambiguity is acceptable.
Go, Fu Shen!
Similar barrage comments are dazzling.
Today, Lin Rui has a large number of die-hard fans.
Washington State, Charlotte State, male, female, neither male nor female.
In short, it was neither human nor ghost.
Both are available.
Without exception, they were all restless at this moment.
Although this was only a brief appearance by the violin.
But next time, can't it be singing?
Many fans are hoping that one day they can hear Fusheng sing a song.
Gradually, everyone calmed down and began to skillfully block out the comments.
This cost money.
We must not let messy bullet comments ruin the aesthetic.
Some people choose to listen to the very beginning.
Yes, it jumps directly to the climax that was just stuck.
One minute and thirty-nine seconds.
This is the first climax of the entire piece.
As the speed of the bow was suddenly increased, the surrounding scenery transformed into a snowy wonderland.
Countless snowflakes fell, and a biting wind blew all around.
Undeniably, this special effect truly amazed everyone.
The sound of the piano reached my ears, and a sudden surge of sorrow welled up within me.
Hearing this, many people were moved.
Some people with a lower tear threshold even had their eyes filled with tears.
Some people heard about the pain of a failed confession.
Some people heard about the despair that followed the breakup.
Some people heard the reluctance in the farewell.
Same melody, different people.
This, in turn, catalyzes different kinds of sorrow.
This process lasted thirty-four seconds.
The music gradually faded, becoming melodious and gentle.
The babbling brook is like a soft whisper.
The scene remained unchanged, still frosty and snowy.
But the snow quietly stopped.
A bonfire was lit in the field.
There was no one in sight, yet the audience was given the illusion.
It felt as if I were sitting in front of a campfire, having a heart-to-heart talk with the person in my mind, reminiscing about the past.
A brief period of peace and tranquility.
It was short, only twenty-five seconds.
The scene changes again.
The moon that once hung in the sky was gone, and streaks of lightning flashed across the sky.
Dark clouds overhead foreshadowed an impending torrential downpour.
The scene is no longer a beautiful snow-capped mountain, but a vast ocean.
The sea is blue, but the sky is not.
The bow was pulled faster and faster, and the tone became higher and higher.
Everyone seemed to hear the resentment in the melody.
But there was no despair.
It is a struggle against fate, not a submission to it!
Twenty-nine seconds of build-up.
Everyone instinctively guessed that the second climax of the piece was about to begin.
No.
It has arrived.
It has the same melody as the first verse, but it doesn't evoke a sense of sorrow.
It's a belief!
Undeterred by setbacks!
Do everything you can!
Even if the outcome is destined to fail, it cannot stop us from trying, negotiating, and fighting!
The climax lasted thirty-two seconds.
Beautiful.
Yet it also releases another kind of emotion.
It's not that the greatest sorrow is a broken heart, but rather the indomitable spirit that rises to the challenge!
There was no pause.
The climax is about to begin!
This time, the melody underwent a subtle change.
This is also the final climax.
A torrential downpour began!
The waves rolled and surged!
The towering waves resembled a ferocious maw, poised to devour everything.
The thunder in the sky unleashed a divine power beyond human capabilities.
In the face of the mysterious nature, mortals feel incredibly small at this moment.
The bow was being pulled faster and faster.
Rainwater falls into the sea, stirring up countless musical notes, and at a glance, it looks like a series of lost, lonely boats.
Unwilling to accept it.
effort.
unyielding.
Invigorating.
But at this moment, what is revealed in the melody is a sense of confusion.
Feeling lost about the past and the future.
This third climax, lasting thirty-two seconds, ultimately left behind only an indescribable sense of desolation.
The melody continued, gradually coming to an end.
The thunder vanished, and the raging sea disappeared as well.
The scene has returned to the initial sea of flowers.
The night was serene, and the moonlight was bright.
As the performer bowed and left, all was quiet.
But what remains for everyone is a complex feeling that lingers for a long time.
Different people hear different feelings in the melody.
It's about love.
It concerns family ties.
It concerns friendship.
But whether it's the love of a lover, the love of a family member, or the love of a friend.
Each melody conveys a deeper meaning.
Speak up bravely!
That way, you won't have any regrets in life!
Of course, is the night of confession just a literal confession?
Could it be, as some netizens in Washington state have suggested, a farewell?
A farewell to the past, the present, and the future.
A thousand people, a thousand faces.
Everyone heard a different flavor in it.
At this moment, many people suddenly realized the truth.
Doesn't this piece of music perfectly echo the sentiment expressed in those two lines of poetry?
A treat for all tastes!
Floating God!
The comments section was flooded with the words "Floating God"!
At this moment, it doesn't matter whether it's Huazhou or Xiazhou.
The admiration and worship in my heart were all transformed into words and appeared in the bullet comments.
Major self-media outlets and marketing accounts are not to be outdone.
Write advertorials as quickly as possible and then promote them aggressively on various channels.
These days, even a fool knows that anything associated with the word "fleeting life" means traffic!
This is practically a walking traffic magnet!
The internet is full of praise.
But many more people are watching "Confession Night" two, three, or even ten times!
Eight dollars and eighty cents?
Is it worth it?
nonsense!
It's more than just worth it!
My whole family is listening!
Sharing happiness is better than enjoying it alone, don't you understand?
Just as many netizens were enjoying themselves immensely.
On Weibo, a prominent figure in the art world has spoken out.
In the music of fleeting life, I heard the voice of my heart; it was my state of mind.
[The violin world of Xiazhou welcomes another master!]
Passerby A: ? ? ?
Passerby B: ? ? ?
After this influential figure spoke out, many marketing accounts reposted it.
Isn't Fusheng a piano master?
How did he suddenly become a violin master?
Holy crap!
Fu Shen, you've got some skills!
This is absolutely explosive news!
No one would doubt the authenticity of this information.
This influential figure who speaks out on Weibo has numerous titles listed in his verified profile.
The most conspicuous figures were the director of the Xiazhou Qin Art Committee and the violin master.
This is a big shot in Xiazhou's art world!
How could anything he said be false?
Lin Rui also saw this bigwig's statement on Weibo.
Nie Ping.
A towering figure in the violin world.
However, Lin Rui was somewhat puzzled.
Isn't his violin level just that of a master?
Is this already the ceiling?
So what about the ultimate piano performance?
Is he also a master?
That's not right.
Could it be that the level of "master" is already the upper limit of this world?
So here's the question.
Ultimately, how is it different from being a master?
Despite his doubts, Lin Rui had no time to deal with this mess.
He was waiting for his artistic reputation to increase.
bite!
[Congratulations, host, on achieving the milestone of 10 million Artistic Reputation Points]
Lin Rui's eyes lit up.
It's here!
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