CHAPTER 420: CHAPTER 315 "FATE SYMPHONY"_3

However,

in the "Fate Symphony."

People can truly hear the cries from Beethoven’s soul.

His discontent, his grievances, his anger!

Also, his determination to search for hope, to recover, and to reach the pinnacle on his own path.

Even though hundreds of years have passed.

People can still hear all of this from his music...

.....

The grand strings once again resound!

Still the same music from the beginning!

This time,

every goosebump on the audience couldn’t help but quiver.

"Damn it! Awesome!!!"

Zhang Dong gritted his teeth, staring intensely at the cello on stage,

"Short-short-short-long!"

"There is almost no pause between each note, using four simple and powerful notes to create the strongest sense of urgency and pressure!"

"Isn’t it just like..."

"The sound of fate... knocking on the door?"

Thump thump thump thump—

Exactly four knocks.

Each knock is a huge impact on the souls of the listeners.

"Mad... mad....."

Zhang Dong held his head,

"Mr. Lin Tian... how dare you play such music at this concert?!"

"Do you want to turn the classical music world upside down?!"

...

As the music continues.

The music becomes more complex and varied.

The accompaniment of the Aier Orchestra reached its peak.

The members of the Cosmic Flying Pig Band also donned extremely fierce masks!

The dialogue and confrontation between different instrument groups.

The continuous tension of the strings, with the bright impact of the brass.....

It is sometimes intense, sometimes dark, from gentle to strong, from deep to high.....

This strong contrast and conflict.

To the ears of the audience, it becomes even more fierce.

And as the center of the stage.

The girl in the white dress.

Closed her eyes, playing the cello forcefully, her expression was unusually excited, her little body fluctuated with the music, on the vast stage, her figure seemed lonely and small, yet she led the entire orchestra forward.

Zhang Dong’s expression suddenly became hazy.

Yes....

This music, isn’t it describing the story of Gan Yanyu?

As a performer, unable to step on stage.

What kind of sin is this?!

Debuting at a young age, clearly possessing top talent in performance, yet stuck with a frail body.

While other performers are still showcasing on stage.

Gan Yanyu, just standing on stage, playing publicly, has already exhausted all her strength.

And these pains.

Did not hinder her steps to the stage.

Instead, her musical emotion went deep into darkness, reaching a peak that no one could ever reach!

For so many years.

She bravely faced her illness, walking to this day!

Each note of "Fate Symphony."

Isn’t it a powerful cry of Gan Yanyu against the injustice of fate?!

Even suffering endless torment,

She still walked here!

"No... wrong!!"

Zhang Dong couldn’t hold his emotion any longer,

"Playing such a song now, what the hell does it mean?!"

"Has your life... already reached its conclusion?!"

In such a moment.

In such an atmosphere.

On such a stage.

Playing such a song!

Isn’t it very much like....

A final song?

...

Large beads of sweat continuously dripped from Gan Yanyu’s forehead.

The girl gritted her teeth, her bow continued to accelerate.

But her vision before Gan Yanyu gradually blurred...

No....

The music isn’t over yet, can’t fall here.

The girl slowly turned her head, glanced at Lin Tian with her peripheral vision.

A happy arc formed at the corner of her mouth.

She turned back, her gaze firm.

As if she had made some decision.

This time, it’s a full opening of the cello domain from the Great Demon King of Strings!

Climax—begins again!!

.....

This time,

The whole audience’s emotions collapsed with it.

"Miss Cat!! Don’t play, I’m scared!!!"

"No, didn’t the staff notice Miss Cat’s complexion?! Quick, let her stop!!"

"Ahhhhh, stop playing! I really can’t take it anymore!"

"Wuuu, Miss Cat....."

.....

In the final section, all instrument groups participated together.

Aier Orchestra, Cosmic Flying Pig, along with Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu!

The music reached its peak, the sound of trumpets from brass instruments especially prominent.

The music here, reached a high intensity and drama.

In the audience’s view, it’s as if a fierce battle is about to end, victory is in sight!

Faster and faster!

A top auditory feast.

In this ten-thousand-seat venue, every audience’s heart is stirred, charging straight to the peak.

Some are gritting their teeth, some are dazed, some are already crying uncontrollably, continuously shouting the name "Gan Yanyu."

And all these sounds, cannot overshadow this final four knocks.

Thump—

Thump—

Thump—

Thump—

With the final chord ending, wrapped up by drum sounds.

The stage quieted down.

In an instant,

In this silent hall.

In the eyes of the audience.

That streak of white skirt, dimly fell, as if sparked a sea of flowers...

"Plunk!"

Gan Yanyu fell to the ground with a sound.