My house collapsed from the top, and the system just came?

At this moment, everyone was confused.

Sukarno was stunned.

Zhao Shu was stunned.

The delegations from both sides were all confused.

Even the staff outside the camera showed extremely shocked expressions. It was obvious that they had no knowledge of such an unexpected situation.

"Who's playing the piano?"

"Where's the sound coming from?"

"Oh my God, this song!"

"..."

Everyone's eyes were wide open, and the depths of their pupils were full of disbelief.

The sound of the guqin continued, and the rhythm seemed extremely slow. The person playing the piano is just playing it slowly, but it is melodious and profound, with a rich rhythm. It's as if a powerful force is slowly rolling in from the depths of the forest, piercing people's hearts in an instant.

The strong penetrating power easily covered the entire scene.

Even through the curtain, it is fascinating.

on the stage.

Everyone present is a big shot with profound knowledge in music.

It can even be said that all the musicians who are most proficient in Chinese traditional music in the entire East and Southeast Asia are here. Pick one out at random and they are all famous musicians.

Therefore, their appreciation ability is also top-notch.

Because of this, when everyone heard the sound of the guqin, they were so shocked.

"This level is absolutely top-notch Guqin playing skills."

“Performance skills are nothing, what’s really great is this piece of music!”

"Yes, the music is so soul-stirring."

"What kind of guqin music is it?"

"Is it brand new?"

Especially Sukarno, the proud expression just now has disappeared. Among all the people, he was the most touched by hearing this guqin music.

Although at this moment, the mysterious man behind the curtain only played for more than ten seconds.

But just the melody displayed in these ten seconds made Sukarno feel like he was standing on a mountain. His own proficiency in the guqin, which he was proud of, seemed like a toddler compared to the people behind the curtain, and became so ridiculous.

"How can this be?"

Sukarno's heart was filled with turmoil.

Just a few simple guqin rhymes outline a picture with profound artistic conception. He had only heard Guqin music of this caliber in a few classics that had been passed down through the ages.

However, he had never heard the song before him.

"Could it be that the person behind the curtain composed his own guqin music?"

Sukarno could hardly believe his own judgment when he thought of this possibility.

Another person who was deeply touched was Zhao Shu.

The moment the guqin music came from behind the curtain, his whole body started to throb.

If he remembered correctly, there was only one person there behind the curtain: Wang Mo!

"Could it be him?"

Zhao Shu could not wait to rush up, open the curtain, and take a look.

However, he still resisted the urge.

"Calm down, calm down first..."

Zhao Shu took a few deep breaths.

He turned to look at the audience in the audience and the photographer who was controlling the machine for live broadcast shooting. All these people's faces were blank.

There was already some noise faintly reaching his ears from the audience.

"what happened?"

"Yes, why do those people on the stage seem so confused?"

"I really want to hear the sound of someone playing the guqin."

"I didn't hear it."

"..."

After hearing the comments from the audience, Zhao Shu realized that they could hear the sound of the guqin because they were very close to the curtain. However, the audience was too far away from the stage, and the performer did not use a loudspeaker to amplify the sound, so it was almost impossible to hear the guqin playing.

I'm afraid not only the audience in the audience, but also the audience in front of the TV are watching the pantomime.

Just as Zhao Shu was about to make a move, the director's voice came from the headset: "Teacher Zhao, what happened? Why are everyone suddenly stunned? This is a live broadcast. Please think of a way quickly, and you must not be left in the dark."

There was a hint of panic in the director's voice. Although the ratings of the eleven sets were not very good, if there was a live broadcast accident, he would still be severely punished.

"Director, please be patient. It'll be fine."

Zhao Shu whispered something, then quickly walked to the side and gave a few instructions to a staff member.

After hearing this, the staff hurriedly left.

After only a few seconds, the staff member walked behind the curtain with a standing microphone.

Zhao Shu followed closely behind.

Others also wanted to follow, but Zhao Shu stopped them all.

Because he knew that if the person playing the guqin was really Wang Mo, then Wang Mo could not appear on the screen, otherwise it would cause an uproar.

Come behind the curtain.

Zhao Shu immediately saw a young man wearing a low-brimmed hat, sunglasses, and a mask, covering his face tightly, sitting in front of a guqin.

The young man's hands were caressing the guqin, and the melodious melody flowed from his fingertips, refreshing the soul.

Zhao Shu recognized the young man with just one glance.

If it’s not Wang Mo, then who is it?

His expression was extremely complicated and he looked deeply at Wang Mo several times.

Wang Mo seemed to sense his arrival, raised his head and smiled at Zhao Shu, and then focused on playing the guqin again.

Zhao Shu suppressed his burning heart and helped the staff place the standing microphone near the guqin.

Huh~~~

Immediately, the melodious sound of the guqin sounded through the microphone in the huge studio.

At the same time, many viewers who were still confused in front of the TV heard a piece of rich and clear music.

It was so beautiful that it made the audience's hearts ripple.

Now, everyone finally knew why all the big guys on the stage had shocked expressions just now.

The sound of this guqin is really too beautiful.

now.

Over time, the guqin melody has gone through its initial peaceful, slow, and profound stages.

After the audience listens and enters the artistic conception with the music.

Then the music entered the rush of rapid bass, like the impact of inexhaustible rage, as if the originally calm river surface hit the rocks on the shore, splashing waves after waves.

"Isn't it so beautiful?"

"Oh my god, the ultimate enjoyment."

"What level of guqin music is this?"

"I just listened to Mustache's guqin performance, and I thought it was already very good. But compared to this guqin music, it's not on the same level at all."

"Are you still comparing? Putting two guqin pieces together to compare them is an insult to this guqin piece."

"..."

The expressions on the audience's faces became more and more exciting.

However, on the stage, the expressions on the faces of the delegation members became more and more unified.

sluggish.

Yes, only sluggishness.

The people on the stage all had dull expressions on their faces, staring blankly at the curtain not far away, as if they had turned into sculptures.

Only the rise and fall of their chests could tell that they were extremely uneasy in their hearts.

The music is still progressing layer by layer.

After Jingtao took the crime, he did not retreat and disappear.

Instead, it turned aggressive again.

The mysterious man behind the curtain plays faster and faster.

Smooth melody.

The beating of my fingertips.

A thrilling scene seemed to be transformed in front of everyone's eyes, forming the climax of the whole song, and the awe-inspiring righteousness that was "bright and full of swords and swords" rushed towards them.

Many people felt short of breath when they heard it, and felt the urge to move with swords.

The melody of the music has not become dull, it is still rising.

The beating of the melody shows a majestic and heroic atmosphere, which is fascinating.

The music, which is like a fighting force and an iron horse, performs a kind of "passionate and generous" spirit, making people feel a kind of warm joy and hearty emotion.

Until the last note fell, the song finally came to an end.

However, everyone's hearts were still immersed in the heat wave stirred up by the music, and their hearts could not calm down for a long time.

The audience did okay.

The eleven-nation delegation was in the most exaggerated state at this time.

At some point, there was a dense layer of sweat on Sukarno's face, but he still didn't wipe it off. Instead, he stood there, staring at the curtain, as if he wanted to see through the person behind the curtain. .

As for everyone else, it's not much better.

Some people are confused.

Some people are shocked.

Some people were stunned.

Some people looked shocked.

Until someone in the audience clapped.

Then... just for a moment, there was thunderous applause.

The deafening applause lasted for almost a minute before slowly disappearing.

Sukarno finally came to his senses. He turned his stiff neck, glanced at everyone, and then fixed his gaze on the curtain. His voice was dry: "May I ask... the name of this song?"

Behind the curtain.

Zhao Shu glanced at the staff.

The staff member quickly took out a voice changer and handed it to Wang Mo.

Wang Mo put on his voice changer and then said: "This song is called "Guangling San"."

The sound spread throughout the audience.

It was the first time for many people to hear the voice of the guest behind the curtain, but because they wore voice changers, they could not identify the man, woman, age or child. Everyone could only secretly guess the identity of the other person.

Sukarno, on the other hand, did not care whether the other party was wearing a voice changer, and just murmured: "Guangling San?... What a Guangling San. Excuse me, is it your work?"

Wang Mo responded without hesitation: "Of course."

"..."

Sukarno was silent for a long time, and then he sighed: "In my opinion, this song is beyond the scope of ordinary people, and it is beyond the realm that I can reach. I lost this round."

The arrogant Sukarno just now, a prodigy with an arrogant talent on the guqin, admitted for the first time in his life that his skills were inferior to others.

However, no one found it strange, and even took it for granted.

Because they have the same idea in their hearts: this song "Guangling San" is almost beyond the height they can comment on. Such a piece of music, even if placed in front of those famous guqin songs that have been passed down through the ages, would probably be superior.

How to compare?

How to win?

Including the Chinese delegation, everyone is still immersed in the inner turmoil.

Another moment later.

Sukarno clasped his fists at the curtain and bowed deeply: "I take the liberty to ask: What is your name?"

Hearing his words, everyone including the audience immediately became excited.

yes.

Who is the person behind the curtain?

How could he actually compose a Guqin piece of the caliber of "Guangling San"?

When did our country have such an amazing guqin player?

Everyone pricked up their ears, waiting for a response from behind the curtain.

Just a moment later, a voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Speechless."