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Anderson Hansen opened his mouth wide, dumbfounded and speechless. At this time, even if a fly flew into his mouth, he probably wouldn't have any feelings, because he was completely shocked. The surging passion in his chest was constantly hitting his internal organs, and almost all the blood was solidified, completely restraining every inch of the muscles. He felt that all the enthusiasm was colliding in the steel and iron bones, causing the body to tremble slightly involuntarily. The sublimation from the soul made all the nervous systems lose their ability to operate, and they could only stand in vain, opening their mouth wide, speechless.

The tears in my eyes slid down without warning. It was not because of the touch, but because of the shock from the deep heart and the soul.

No matter how gorgeous the rising sun is in the sky, it is already dull; no matter how colorful the changing world is, it has been washed away at this time; no matter how surging the emotions in the heart, it is calm at this time... In the face of the spectacular blueprint of history, everything has lost its meaning.

The spectacle of nature, the ups and downs of life, the greatness of life, and the struggle of mankind. All of this, standing in front of the wheel of history, cannot help but lower its arrogant head, kneel down its unyielding knees, and surrender to the crushing of history. The glimpse of Washington Square shuttled through the 18th and 21st centuries, and the historical pictures were quickly but clear, frequently but vividly staged in everyone's mind.

In a trance, the insignificance of human beings, the fragility of life, and the ordinary nature of nature have turned into dust and become part of the historical blueprint. The spectacular momentum of landslides and cracks is like horses galloping towards everyone, but no one can avoid it. He can only stand stiffly and dullly, and then watch himself as he is submerged by the rolling world, and then become a member of the waves, becoming a part of the stormy waves, sweeping in the footsteps of history and continuing to move forward.

No matter how magical it is, it cannot compare to the ever-changing world of human hearts; but no matter how strong a human heart is, it cannot match the ever-changing changes of history.

The rushing momentum between the bells and the sound of the strings was accompanied by Evan Bell's voice. The magnificence of history was spread out in the field of vision. When the spectacle of the historical painting was pushed away, the greatness of life hidden behind it suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. "How sad, who had longed for worship from thousands of people?" This cheer climbed up and cheered up in an instant, and the brilliance far beyond the colorful colors bloomed proudly like fireworks in the world evolved in Washington Square. In the dazzled eyes, it suddenly transcended reality, fantasy, and history.

With a grand accompaniment, a poetic lyrics. With a light singing, Evan Bell displays the meaning of history and the true meaning of life in front of everyone easily and spectacularly.

Tears suddenly slid down like this, not touching, not excitement, not sadness, but simply shock. The transcendence and shock that surpasses life impacts everyone's hearts into pieces. Any language, any thoughts and any reactions are futile. They can only be standing in the same place passively, bursting into tears in a daze.

"'Long live life... The melody fell, and Evan Bell's voice exploded over Washington Square with endless momentum like an explosion. This classic Spanish quote made Evan Bell look like the king of this world and the God who dominates all history. In an instant, it would block the sky that was rendered by the rising sun into a light orange color. All the colors became dark, leaving only Evan Bell, and only one person.

Anderson Hansen didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit it. The tears flowing on his face and the echoing emotions clearly told him: this is the power of music, this is the power of Evan Bell's music creation, which easily broke through all his defenses and shocked him to the point of being unsurpassed. Even if the music ended, the shocking violin strings in his mind were still circling, making his clear vision blur again.

It turns out that there is really a kind of music that can shake the soul; it turns out that there is really a kind of performance that can tame the soul; it turns out that there is really a kind of person who can apply melody to the superb.

It was precisely because Anderson Hansen scoffed at Evan Bell before that this shock became even more fierce, which made him drowned without any fighting back. The tears still left on his cheeks had lost their original temperature, but he still couldn't feel the coldness, just stood there stupidly, reluctant to wipe it away.

Evan Bell easily seized the ownership of this "kingdom" in just one song, in four minutes and two seconds. His voice was the king's scepter, and more than 6,000 people in front of him were his subjects, and everyone willingly surrendered to him.

When "Sky Light... was born, countless people were shocked. Many people believed that all Evan Bell's talents were reflected in this song. Some even said that he would have lost all his talents. Even Evan Bell himself admitted that it would be very difficult to create such a classic song. But today, Evan Bell did it.

Unlike "Sky Light" comes from the magnificence of nature, it finally returns to the spirit's self-salvation atmosphere. This time, "Long Live Life" comes from the magnificent grandeur of history, and it was finally sublimated to the height of human beings and life. The majestic momentum is unmatched by anyone. Even "Sky Light" cannot be compared with "Long Live Life" in the core concept of the song. Evan Bell used classical symphony instruments to create a work that perfectly combines popular, art, trend and culture that everyone wishes to surrender.

The song is over, and the large screen hanging behind the stage lights up. Everyone knows that it should be the playback moment of mv.

The strings of the cello were stirring in the morning sun, and the picture lit up little by little. There was a dull crown on the ground, and the gold color on it was already mottled, and it could not even be seen as luxurious as it used to be. It picked it up with one hand and put it on his head. It was Evan Bell.

To everyone's surprise, it was inconsistent with the grandeur of the song. Evan Bell wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, without any king's posture at all, but was like a tramp on the street. Evan Bell picked up the ragged crown and brought it to his head, and pulled out a red cloak from the garbage dump, which looked like a poor product from the Halloween masquerade, and then tied it around his neck. He then paired it with a broken bowstring as a scepter, and a king was released.

Evan Bell slowly moved forward on the quaint and elegant streets of Edinburgh, leisurely in the stunned eyes of passers-by, enjoying every moment of his life comfortably, drinking 99 cents of coffee, doing fitness exercises with the elderly in the park, reading books carefully and carefully in the bookstore, standing at the door of the theater, looking at posters eagerly, and eating a free lunch in the relief center... This is completely the life of a homeless man, but in Evan Bell's comfortable steps, life bursts out infinite light bit by bit.

Evan Bell picked up a comic version of "Freely Guide the People" on the roadside. He saved it, then found a bench, climbed from the bench to the mailbox next to it, and then climbed to the top of an old red telephone booth. Standing at the top of the telephone booth, looking at the houses, streets and gold in the distance. Evan Bell suddenly raised the copycat version of "Freely Guide the People" in his hand and smiled brightly in the sunshine.

At this moment, it was as gorgeous as the sun, and it was not as good as Evan Bell's smile. Everything had lost its color.

When the music ended, Evan Bell's hands loosened, and the painting drifted down the wind, like a life drifting with the flow. The picture of mv dimmed little by little and eventually disappeared.

MV is over, and Evan Bell uses an absurd comedy to interpret the song "Long Live Life" vividly, which makes all the audience stunned.

After MV was played, Evan Bell placed the cello at his feet, stood up with the microphone, raised the bowstring in his right hand, raised it high, gently waved an arc, and shouted again, "Long live life!"

In an instant, this sentence was like magic, awakening more than 6,000 people in the audience, awakening from the song from the MV. I don’t know who was the first one, and knelt on one knee to express surrender to Evan Bell. Then, it was like an infectious disease, spreading throughout Washington Square with the impact of the atomic bomb outbreak.

Everyone, more than 6,000 people, and no one without missing, knelt on one knee, then gently put his right hand on his left shoulder, and expressed his loyalty to King Evan Bell standing on the stage with a standard knight's greeting. Then, the first sentence "Long live life" sounded, and the scattered "Long live life" sounded immediately. After three times of this, the fourth time, the six thousand people shouted in unison, "Long live life!"

The sound was earth-shaking.

Anderson Hansen knelt on one knee in surrender. He raised his head with some timidity and admiration, looking at the figure of the boy standing on the stage. This was just a twenty-three-year-old boy, one year younger than him. But it was this boy, he used his strength and a classic song "Long Live Life" to make him willing to surrender and sigh for it. The power of music is so powerful.

It was also Washington Square, Evan Bell, and it was also a new song. He announced his return in the simplest but most brilliant way.

"Long live life", this is Evan Bell's slogan.

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