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

In front of the Metropolitan Opera House.

Seeing members of the China Symphony Orchestra approaching, countless reporters immediately surrounded them, shouting one by one:

"Mr. Wang Mo, do you understand fate?"

"Teacher Wang, is the "Symphony of Destiny" you created really related to fate?"

"Many netizens are not optimistic about your music this time. Mr. Wang Mo, what do you think?"

"Mr. Zhao, the Huaxia Band has finally gained some international fame. Do you want to destroy this reputation yourself?"

"Master Simon has personally said that he does not understand fate. Mr. Wang, what gave you the confidence to create "Destiny"?"

"I heard that many Chinese people like to make mysteries and make articles in words. Mr. Wang Mo, do you also want to use your name to attract the attention of the audience, but in fact the content has nothing to do with fate?"

"..."

All kinds of questions are coming.

And every question is very pointed.

However, Wang Mo had no intention of answering them. Under the protection of Hao Mingxing, the reporters could not get close at all and could only watch Wang Mo enter the opera house.

Seeing Wang Mo's leaving figure.

Click! Click!

The reporters also did not let go of these scenes and took pictures wildly.

Any material is useful.

For example, now they photographed Wang Mo's back as he left without interviewing him.

If the quality of "Symphony of Destiny" is not good by then, they will release this photo with a sentence: "Wang Mo did not dare to face the question of fate and foresaw the failure of his work in advance."

But if the quality of "Symphony of Destiny" is good, they will also release this photo and write: "The strong will never answer any questions."

look!

Either advance or retreat.

As long as they are talented enough, a picture can match any news they want.

…

After entering the opera house, Wang Mo was politely invited to the front row and sat with Simon, Romando and other masters.

Now he is fully qualified to sit here.

Just sat down.

The other masters cast complex looks.

First, he still can't adapt to Wang Mo's too young face.

Secondly, there are some doubts about the symphony presented by Wang Mo.

Or did Simon ask in advance: "Mr. Wang Mo, did you really write a "Symphony of Destiny"? Isn't it just a name gimmick?"

Wang Mo smiled slightly: "Yes."

Simon paused: "The name is quite impressive."

Wang Mo: "I feel very angry too."

Not modest at all.

Everyone coughed, and some didn't know how to respond.

They didn't know that Wang Mo was not boasting, but a natural respect for Mr. Beethoven in another world. From a perfect perspective, this "Symphony of Destiny" is definitely the greatest work in the history of human music, bar none!

When everyone is discussing.

Suddenly, there was a restlessness.

It turned out that the etiquette lady brought a plate over and said to everyone with a smile: "Distinguished gentlemen, on the plate are the scores of the ten symphonies that will be played tonight. You can get them by yourself if you need them."

This is a consistent tradition.

In symphony competitions, music scores are given to these music masters in advance so that they can have an advance understanding of the music they will perform next.

No one said no.

Basically, the masters sitting in the first row each had a sheet of music.

Wang Mo is no exception. He also wants to know what kind of symphonies other countries have prepared tonight.

"Let's look at Australia first."

Australia was the home of music last year and was the strongest.

After Wang Mo opened the music score, he immediately found Australia's "Dream River Symphony" and looked at it carefully.

With his current musical attainments, even though he didn't have any instruments around to try, he could still get a rough idea of ​​the score just by imagining it.

As he sank into his mind.

Others nearby also opened the music score.

But unlike Wang Mo, except for himself, almost all the masters immediately found "Symphony of Destiny" and began to watch it carefully.

Simon is one of them.

At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind: Was Wang Mo just trying to make a name for himself, or had he really created a true "Symphony of Destiny"?

If true, what is the quality?

Although Simon was convinced that with Wang Mo's experience, it was basically impossible to create a symphony with depth, let alone fate, a topic that he did not dare to touch. But Wang Mo had created so many miracles before that he still didn't dare to take this young man lightly.

Taking a deep breath, Simon sank into his thoughts.

At first, Simon just looked very serious.

In terms of real composing talent, he far surpassed Wang Mo. Even Wang Mo could roughly read the music score, let alone him. It can be said that even if a piece of music is very complicated in the eyes of many ordinary musicians, he can judge its level with just a few glances.

but.

Only a few breaths passed.

Simon suddenly let out a sigh, and his expression changed slightly.

He subconsciously took the music score to his left hand, but raised his right hand and drew something back and forth in the void. Looking at this posture, it seems that he is imagining that there is an instrument in front of him, and the music score is displayed through the music.

one second.

Two seconds.

Another minute or so passed, and Simon's right hand suddenly stopped, while his face changed from the initial concentration to a solemn one, as if he was stuck at a certain stage. But soon, his pupils shrank slightly, and then his expression changed from solemn to confused.

As for the music score in front of him, the page has not yet been turned.

One minute.

Two minutes.

The expression on Simon's face has changed from surprise to deep shock. His pupils have become larger, and there is even a trace of horror deep in his eyes.

Then, I saw him simply placing the music score on the table, and then tapping his hands quickly in the void, and the speed became faster and faster, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

At the same time, the faces of Romando, Stephen and other masters were also full of astonishment, and they were also gesticulating back and forth in the air with their hands in front of the music score in front of them.

This kind of dancing scene looks extremely weird in the eyes of others, as if someone is possessed.

Therefore, it instantly attracted the attention of others.

"What happened to Master Simon?"

"And Master Romando, seems to be possessed by an evil spirit?"

"Are all these musicians crazy?"

"Is there something unclean in this opera house that has possessed them?"

"That's all nonsense!"

"..."

Some celebrities even started shouting their names. However, whether it was Simon or Rudolf, they all seemed not to hear them and were still immersed in their own world.

Well...except Aida.

At this moment, Aida's eyes were still a little hollow, and he kept muttering to himself in an unbelievable voice: "Light up a cigarette? Light up a cigarette? This is unscientific, this is impossible!"

Everyone looked at this group of masters who behaved abnormally, and the scene became noisy, and they all speculated on what happened.

However, they don't know.

These masters are not possessed at all.

okay,

To a certain extent, they are indeed possessed.

For example, Simon, the greatest musician today, was already in a state of turmoil.

He looked at the score in front of him and almost doubted his life.

"It...is it really a symphony written by Wang Mo?"

"How is this possible? How is this possible?"

"God! How did a young man of only twenty-four years old compose such music?"

He turned around and saw Stephen's crazily red eyes. It was obvious that the piano master had already been conquered by the symphony in front of him.

Simon calmed down and then asked: "Stephen..."

Stephen shook his head and took a deep breath before saying: "I understand what you mean. To be honest, I still can't believe that the score in front of me is real. In this piece, I seem to see a person who is unwilling to cry out to his fate. The unyielding figure also shows a lonely soul who wants to control his own destiny with one hand. Such a song... it has exceeded the scope of my imagination. I can't even determine how great it is."

Simon sighed: "It's the same as me. I originally thought that I could see through any music in the world through the music score, but this "Symphony of Destiny" made it difficult for me. I simply can't understand it through the music score. To judge its true heritage. Perhaps, only after it is played, can I have a glimpse of its elegance."

Next to them, Romando and Rudolf nodded seriously.

Obviously he approves of the conversation between the two.

But the more this happened, the more people's hearts tumbled.

Next to them, many noises still reached their ears.

"I heard that Wang Mo didn't dare to be interviewed."

"Is he probably afraid of being embarrassed later?"

"Definitely, he is a young man in his early twenties, what does he know about fate!"

"I don't know what he thinks."

When Simon, Romando and others heard these remarks, their expressions were even more complicated, even a little bitter.

If Wang Mo doesn't understand fate, wouldn't they understand it even less?

Time passed by minute by minute.

finally……

The time has come for the opening of the symphony competition.

The eight countries participating in the exchange competition are in order: Australia, Fuso, Austria, England, China, the United States, Germany, and Italy.

at the same time.

Even Wang Mo felt a little passionate at this moment.

coming!

Finally the moment has arrived.

Of course he saw the changes in the expressions of these music masters, but he was sure that the shock these people felt based on the music score alone was probably less than one tenth. Because only Wang Mo himself knows how great "Symphony of Destiny" is.

As the most famous and shocking symphony on earth, countless musicians worship it.

No other music can compare to it!

Not even one!

It can be said that in the thousands of years of music on earth, "Symphony of Destiny" is a well-deserved number one.

Even though he had heard it countless times in his previous life, every time its melody sounded, Wang Mo's heart would still ignite uncontrollable passion.

Based on this alone, Wang Mo has enough confidence that when its melody is heard here, it will also become an epic musical chapter for Blue Star.

…

"here we go!"

"quiet!"

The noise in the scene gradually disappeared.

Netizens watching the live broadcast on the Internet also expressed their expectations and kept scrolling.

According to the rules, the first ones to take the stage were the winners of the previous Home of Music, so after the host's simple opening speech, the Australian symphony orchestras took to the stage one after another and performed well one after another.

"As expected of a symphony orchestra."

Wang Mo saw the size of the Australian members and secretly sighed.

A total of seventy or eighty people!

In previous orchestral performances, the largest number of team members from various countries was only thirty or forty people. In other words, during the performance of the symphony, the number of people doubled.

In this way, the performance effect will obviously be more magnificent and shocking.

Soon, the Australian symphony orchestra was ready.

Today they played "Dream River Symphony", composed by Romando.

Of course, Romando did not perform in person today. Although it might have made the performance even better if he played the piano part, it was not necessary.

Because a symphony requires teamwork to achieve the best results, he may overshadow the performance and lose more than he gains.

"start!"

With the conductor's waving, a powerful piece of music resounded throughout the audience.

The huge orchestra started their wonderful musical journey.

"Sounds good."

"So shocking!"

"It has to be a symphony, it sounds so exciting."

"I seemed to hear the vast starry sky."

"Master Romando is awesome!"

Wang Mo also nodded secretly. He had read the score just now, but the feeling of reading the score and listening to it live were completely different things.

The melody of this symphony is both majestic and delicate, as if you are on top of the Milky Way, overlooking the dazzling stars, and feeling the vastness and immensity of the universe.

In the boundless universe, a river of dreams runs in the night sky, sometimes surging, sometimes gentle as silk. Every note seems to carry a mysterious story, leading people to travel through the long river of time and explore the secret of that location.

The melody of music washes everyone's soul and makes everyone's heart peaceful and clear.

Many people had a look of confusion on their faces.

Under the influence of music, they seemed to have experienced a dreamlike journey into the stars.

Like a dream.

Illusive.

Countless people were intoxicated by it.

It wasn't until the end of the performance that everyone came out of their daze.

"Oh my God, it's so beautiful."

"Only by seeing through the depths of the universe can we create music with such vast artistic conception, right?"

"Master Romando has created another classic."

"..."

Applause roared.

Especially the Australian audience was very excited.

Their master's sword is still young!

His music is still beautiful!

It seems that this time, they have a chance to retain their reputation as the "Hometown of Music".

However, when everyone is excited.

However, the core character Romando's face showed no excitement, not even joy. There was even a trace of imperceptible bitterness in the corner of his mouth.

Because Romando only briefly compared the "Dream River Symphony" he created with the "Symphony of Destiny" in his mind, he found that his symphony was superior in terms of melody, depth, artistic conception, etc. At a disadvantage.

The two are not on the same level at all.

This was just his own imagination, and this was the result.

So what will happen if "Symphony of Destiny" is played?

Romando people have become numb.

on site.

When the Australian delegation finished their performance, reporters were already waiting to come up.

"Mr. Romando, congratulations on composing a great symphony."

"Mr. Romando, are you confident in winning the title of 'Music Town' again?"

"Who do you think is your opponent?"

"..."

In the eyes of reporters, Master Romando, who has always been confident and arrogant, will definitely make some impassioned remarks in front of the camera to build confidence for the next competition for the ‘Hometown of Music’.

But the next second.

All reporters were stunned.

Romando glanced at Wang Mo next to him, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You guys praise me too much."

After saying these words, he remained silent. No matter how reporters asked, they stopped talking.

This also surprised the reporters.

what happened?

Why did Master Romando suddenly become so humble?

Only Romando was bitter in the end: modest? You are so modest! If I had the qualifications to be high-profile, I would be so bold and ambitious!

then.

The second performer was the Fuso Symphony Orchestra.

What surprised everyone was that Fuso Kingdom didn't seem to be in good condition either.

Of course, the performance of Fuso's symphony orchestra was still full of passion and quality. The song "Symphony of Ode to Spring" vividly displayed the spring scene and won warm applause.

However, Aida still looked blank.

It's like he has lost his soul.

"what happened?"

"Yes, why are all the masters today wrong?"

"Simon, Romando and others were dancing around just now, like crazy people."

"Too strange."

"Is there really something supernatural about this opera house?"

"Don't be ridiculous. If you look at Wang Mo, his eyes are still bright, so there is a high probability that these old guys didn't sleep well last night, resulting in lack of energy."

"Why are they weak?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

"..."

Next, there were performances by symphony orchestras from Austria and England. Their performance was also very good and the audience was mesmerized. After all, these are established music powerhouses, so their performance cannot be bad.

However, the music masters of the two countries are still out of shape.

The reporters and the audience who saw this scene were secretly surprised.

However, something even stranger happened...

Because after Yingjili's symphony orchestra performance ended, it was the Chinese Symphony Orchestra's turn to take the stage.

But these previously absent-minded masters suddenly sat upright one by one, with unprecedented concentration on their faces, and even a hint of nervousness in their eyes.

Seeing this scene, many people were in an uproar.

"what's the situation?"

"Fuck!"

"These masters don't care about their own country's bands. Why do they care so much about Chinese bands?"

"There's a problem! There's definitely a problem!"

"..."

This time.

Many international audiences who had originally been indifferent to the China Symphony Orchestra became curious in their hearts.

Is there something special about the China Symphony Orchestra that attracted the special attention of these masters?

Some people also thought of "Symphony of Destiny" created by Wang Mo, but they quickly dismissed it from their minds. In fact, the idea made him think it was impossible.

on the stage.

Members of the Huaxia Symphony Orchestra have already taken their seats.

Before the huge team even entered the venue, there were bursts of exclamations.

Without it!

There were really too many people on stage this time.

There are as many as fifty or sixty people in the string section alone! It includes a violin group of nearly thirty people, a viola group of more than ten people, a cello group of about ten people, and a double bass group of eight people.

There are eleven or twelve people in the woodwind section, including flutes, oboes, clarinets, and bassoons.

There are also ten people in the brass section including French horns, trumpets, trombones, and tubas.

Finally there were five or six percussion section members.

All members combined, nearly ninety people!

The number of members of such a large symphony orchestra has exceeded that of all previous symphony orchestras on stage, which shocked the audience.

"Oh my god, so many people?"

"What a huge team!"

"What is China going to do? Does it need so many people?"

"Remember a saying: Poor students have more stationery."

"The more people there are, the more complex and changeable the symphony will be. Can Wang Mo control such a symphony?"

"Even the "Dream River Symphony" performed in Australia just now has less than sixty members, right?"

"With so many people, what's going on? Does Wang Mo think that the more people there are, the more magnificent the music will be? Isn't this nonsense? If there are more people, the more shocking the music will be, then it's better to have a concert with ten thousand people."

"What China likes most is to gather people. It likes to create big scenes. It thinks that the more people, the better. But not every occasion is suitable for large numbers of people!"

"..."

There is surprise.

There is shock.

There are also doubts.

However, all the performing members who were already sitting on the stage at this moment did not care about the comments in the audience. Each of their eyes showed a sacred look, as if they were about to complete some mission.

At this moment, they were full of passion and fighting spirit.

The conductor is still Cao Bin.

The top conductor in China had a solemn expression. He bowed deeply to the audience, and then walked up to the conducting circle with his baton: "Please appreciate Mr. Wang Mo's work "Symphony of Destiny"."

After saying this, he turned back to the orchestra.

There was silence.

Even the viewers and netizens watching the show held their breath.

All eyes are on the China Symphony Orchestra, waiting for their upcoming performance.

Tick ​​tock.

Tick ​​tock.

When everyone is united.

Cao Bin suddenly waved his right hand.

Dong dong dong dong~~~

Dong dong dong dong~~~

The four-note melody played by the clarinet and string section broke the silence. The four powerful notes were like knocking on the door, full of shock. It was like four collisions knocking on the door of destiny, and then opening up this destiny. A magnificent chapter!

Just a few seconds.

Just the opening breath.

The strong impact of the music inspired the blood in everyone's chest.

Everyone's eyes suddenly widened.

Countless exclamations came out.

"my God!"

"This is?"

"My heart almost jumped out of my chest!"

"Is this the symphony composed by Wang Mo?"

"Oh, God!"

"..."

At this moment, "Symphony of Destiny" finally appeared on Blue Star! (End of chapter)