The clear and transparent piano keys rush in the gurgling mountain stream like a cold spring. The melodious and melodious violin strings penetrate the layers of woods like sparse morning light and sprinkle all over the ground. The thick and moving cello strings surging in the dense jungle like cold fog. The cheerful and happy melody makes gold, green and red intersect each other, slowly spreading in front of you like a dream, and the corners of your mouth gently rise.

"Arthur, you've been downgraded." Edith couldn't help but complain.

Arthur focused on pulling the bowstring, his eyes not lifted up, "I didn't turn halfway, Edith!"

"I think you've surrendered." Edith said unyieldingly.

Arthur simply stopped and glared at Edith, "You are responsible for playing the violin, so take care of your own part, and leave the cello part to me, okay?"

Edith rolled her eyes wide, "If you can take good care of it."

This time, Arthur did not continue to refute. Both of them fell silent and focused on pulling the strings, but the light of their eyes shot towards Lan Li, and there was a faint recession in the depths of their eyes - although they themselves knew that there was no need to see Lan Li's eyes, but the memories of their childhood still couldn't help but return to their bodies again.

"Arthur, you snatched an eighth of the shot; Edith, you snatched halfway up."

Lanley's voice came, Arthur and Edith both nodded and began to adjust their performance, because they had not touched the instrument for many years, and they were inevitably a little unfamiliar, and the rhythm and pitch were not accurate.

The interesting part is here. If it is Renly's opinion, they take it for granted to be correct; but if it is Arthur and Edith's opinion, and even Elf's opinion, their first reaction is to refute it. Gradually, this seems to have become a physical habit and a formula for thinking.

Because when he was a child, when he was learning instruments and rehearsing ensembles, Renli was always correct, with pitch, rhythm, tone and tone, etc., all of which were all. It was not that Renli would not make mistakes, but that he was always able to realize where the mistakes were and corrected in time. His comprehension and expressiveness were recognized by tutors again and again, which has become an inertia. Including Alve, they are all used to using Renli as the standard.

This is a sense of music, innate, and can be cultivated or improved after birth, but if you lack talent, it will take ten or even a hundred times of effort to make up for it. Even if most people work hard or struggle, they cannot be cultivated after birth. The gap in talent is fatal.

When filming the "Explosive Drummer", Fletcher could capture even a tiny difference of one-sixteenth shot. He could not escape his ears even faster or slower. The bursting scene between Fletcher and Andrew about rhythm deviation left a deep impression on all the staff at the shooting site.

There is a small detail: How does Lanli present a "faster and slower" performance effect?

Everyone, including Damien Chazerre, thought that Lan Li had not done it, and all relied on the post-dubbing to fit in. Only a real professional drummer could do this perfectly, even if it was one-sixteenth of a beat, it could be done. The fact is that Lan Li could really do it. Although he could not hit a super high frequency of 400 hits, his mastery of rhythm was an innate skill. He relied on his own ability to complete the scene, truly interpreting the sentence "no madness can't survive."

The same is true now.

Arthur and Edith subconsciously used Renli as the standard to complete the adjustment.

This made Renli's mouth slightly raise, "Just relax, just relax. We don't have the task of performing the ensemble next, so there is no need to be too nervous."

Arthur and Edith both rolled their eyes and protested to Renly in this way.

"Edise, 'God is nearer-my-god-to-thee'." After the song was finished, Renly's voice came from the side, and the piano stopped.

Edith found that Lanley and Arthur's eyes were projecting towards her. Her movement paused for a moment, then she tilted her head, "Lanley, you know, I can't grasp the tone of the first paragraph accurately. Why not, or cut into your piano like that?"

This made Lan Li laugh, "Although we have all grown up, some things have not changed, right?"

"God is with us" is not a classical symphony, but a poem written in 1840 from an English lady named Sarah-adams, a stage play actor, a music creator, a poet, and a writer. At the age of thirty-five, she wrote the poem with the inspiration of "Genesis" and was not widely circulated at that time.

It was not until 1856, eight years after Sarah's death that Lowell-mason completed the composition and evolved into a string quartet, which was popular and loved. It was repeatedly sung in the choir and then spread to the United States. In September 1901, then-US President William McKinley was assassinated. Because he loved this song very much during his lifetime, he appeared as the soundtrack for the state funeral and became more widely known to the public.

According to the memoirs of the Titanic survivor, on April 10, 1913, the Titanic, which claimed to never sink, sank after hitting an iceberg. Before the ship was destroyed, the band members who played for the VIP restaurant remained on the deck and played the song "God is with us", hoping to bring a hint of peace and comfort to everyone, but in the end, the cruise ship was destroyed, and more than 1,500 people died in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean.

In 1997, when James Cameron filmed the "Titanic", he vividly restored this scene, which also made "God with Us" more widely known.

In fact, before the release of "Titanic", the Hall family had performed this song many times - the original song was a string quartet of two violins and two cellos, and the four siblings made a little adaptation. The four instruments were combined into different styles, and the main melody was piano, giving the movement a more gentle and delicate texture.

More than ten years have passed, and there seems to be no change.

Withdrew his gaze, Lan Li's fingertips fell on the black and white keys. The soft and cold musical talisman was flowing in a gurgling manner, like a sleeping angel slowly spreading its wings. The holy light fell down and filled the entire room, making people unable to help but close their eyes and let themselves wander in it.

Just like in the afternoon of early autumn, the high and distant sky outside the window was shining with a light blue, and the sparse sunlight was flowing through the flying maple leaves. The soft light fell on the surface of the skin, slightly tingling and burning, exuding a large halo, making all the scenery blurred, outlining an unreal outline, making people gradually fascinated like a mirage, and then blurring the boundary between reality and illusion.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor beside the balcony, carrying out all the books on the bookshelf, and placing them in messy places in every corner of your sight. The faint fragrance of books surging in the air, as if even the dust became agile. Then turn on the phonograph to play a vinyl record. The melodious melody wrapped itself in the joy of doing nothing, and you could hide in the corner and sit lazy and sit what you like. You spent the whole afternoon like this, with a little unreal happiness, but it became sad as time passed slowly.

The happier you are, the more reluctant you are; the happier you are, the sad you are, as if you are reluctant to leave even every minute and every second of the rotation.

Unable to help, Edith's eyes became slightly warm. She was afraid to look at Renli. Her face looked a little pale because of illness. Her skin shining under the sun was slightly transparent, as if it could disappear into the air at any time. Everything was not real. She wanted to reach out to touch Renli, but she was afraid that she would pass through the phantom, and then the dream woke up like this, and she would never see Renli again.

As such thoughts just popped up in my mind, Edith couldn't help panic.

Everyone sees Lan Li's glory and success, but never sees Lan Li's fragility and fatigue-

He insisted on promoting the disease in the demon city, but encountered such storm. Of course, a mere cold seems nothing. For public figures living in the spotlight, this is a basic professional ethics. They enjoy the starlight and attention, and they enjoy super high income and super strong treatment. At least they should repay the support of movie fans, right? But who can truly understand the pressure on the shoulders of public figures?

If there is really an accident at Pudong Airport, will Renly remain indifferent?

If there is a car accident on the expressway, Renli may also be involved.

If the hotel's false alarm really triggers bad consequences, Renli will also become the target of criticism from thousands of people.

Praise and criticism, glory and burden, support and opposition... All of this is the same as a public figure. Lan Li also knows all this clearly. He is always giving back to society conscientiously, but he is also an ordinary person. He also has his own troubles and limits, and he also has his own emotions and problems. Occasionally, only very occasionally, he also wants to be fragile for a moment, find a support, and then remove all the burdens.

Lan Li never complained or vented. He just silently endured all this because this was the path he chose. Even if he was kneeling on his knees, he would stick to it to the end; now he just needs a little time and space to breathe, just a little bit, so that he can be secretly fragile for a moment.

Edith shyly withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes, and stopped the tears from falling in time, then pulled the bowstring and joined the ranks of Lanli. The melodious melody began to fly freely, and then Arthur's cello strings also joined in, allowing the tired and trapped souls to find a place to rest for a moment, and remove all the armor lonely and lonely.
Chapter completed!