Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 746 - 461: The Lonely Elder, Applauding
He clenched his palms tightly, his whole body trembling continuously.
At the same time,
the director's camera also captured this scene.
"(Teacher Steven... had a reaction?)"
"(Oh my god, he seems to be trembling... What's making him shake like this?)"
"(Is this the first time Teacher Steven had a reaction today? I thought he was like a wooden man!)"
"(Wow, could it be that he's enraged by Gan Yanyu's classical music?!)"
.....
From the director's camera, everyone saw Steven with his head down, his shoulders shaking continuously.
Suddenly, many members of the audience started to buzz.
As the absolute center of attention among the judges, Steven's reactions had been the focal point throughout the competition.
Even when Isaac was playing, Steven had no reaction!
Now, he was trembling all over!
It's hard to imagine what could have made him this angry!
As one of the key proponents of the new competition system, Steven must be furious about performing such traditional classical music at the finals, right?!
....
Just as everyone was engrossed in their discussion, breaking into a sweat for Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu.
The music reached its final turning point—
This was the final union of the cello and piano!
"...."
The melody of "Eternal Rest" played once more!
Their performance was filled with a tranquil power that penetrated sadness. The cello's sound was warm and firm, while the piano's harmony was bright and hopeful.
At this moment,
what they played together was no longer a dirge for death, but a tribute to the dignity of life, an affirmation of the meaning of existence, and an unspoken vow to face the future together, regardless of its length...
This incredibly gentle force enveloped the entire Golden Hall.
So beautiful.
So perfect.
All the audience fell silent.
Whether in Zhang Dong's live broadcast room, the on-site audience, or people watching the live broadcast elsewhere, they all remained quiet.
Everyone widened their eyes, watching this final performance, enjoying this warm radiance, completely immersed.
...
"(No... it's not like this.....)"
Isaac murmured, unable to bear it any longer,
Unprecedented emptiness and coldness surrounded Isaac in an instant, yet it made him feel a pain as if being scorched.
"(How could... music like this....)"
Isaac staggered back two steps.
"Isaac!!"
Nishikawa Yuubei rushed forward, trying to support Isaac.
But Isaac pushed his arm away, roaring:
"(Why... why can they do it?!)"
"(Is it just because... just because they have love?! Just because she is Gan Yanyu?!)"
Lin Tian's thunderous bass tremolo and clearly leading melodic line were like an anchor chain thrown into a storm... Isaac's pupils contracted. He saw Lin Tian's fierce gaze, not that of a follower accompanist.
It was... the most trusting cry and support for his beloved.
They were indeed burning themselves.
Just like his damned father did back in the day.
But,
Gan Yanyu did not lose control.
Not at all.
She was clear-headed, sinking together with Lin Tian in this profound emotion.
Clearly, at the start of this performance,
he saw Gan Yanyu, under Lin Tian's guidance, struggling and stubbornly grasping the strings again, as the two sounds forcibly fused in the chaos.
And all of this was no longer a cello solo with piano accompaniment, but a symbiosis and mutual redemption of two souls in music!
"(Why!!!)"
"(Get a grip, Isaac!!)"
Nishikawa Yuubei reached out and slapped Isaac hard across the face.
"Snap—"
A crisp sound.
Inside the resting room,
others stared blankly at Nishikawa Yuubei and Isaac.
Silence.
The dark, arrogant man, equally obsessive about his performance, at this moment, had lost all strength.
Slumped to the ground.
His meticulously designed stage, his proud ultimate technique, his precisely timed to milliseconds performance... at this moment, all seemed so pale, so... ridiculous.
Isaac touched his eye corner, yet his fingertips felt cold and wet.
He stared in shock at his fingers.
Tears?
He almost couldn't remember the last time he cried. Not for sadness, but for... the bewilderment and sharp pain of a firm belief being completely shattered.
"(Mr. You Bai.)"
Isaac slowly spoke.
Nishikawa Yuubei looked at him.
"(Was I wrong to deny these madmen's misuse of emotion in music....)"
Nishikawa Yuubei silently crouched down, looking into his brother's eyes.
He extended his hand and patted the man's shoulder.
He sighed,
"(What you deny has never been the power of emotions.)"
"(You just can't let go of that bastard father who abandoned you!)"
...
Isaac's pupils suddenly trembled.
At this moment,
The music reached its final climax.
This was the ultimate conclusion of the entire "Requiem"!
It was no longer a desperate lament, but carried the power of unwavering belief in light even in darkness—comforting the deceased and blessing the living to continue forward!
As this music filled with the brilliance of life played.
It also completely shattered the last emotional barrier in Isaac's heart. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
All along, what Isaac pursued was "progress," was "for music."
But the shock that came from the deepest part of life, the connection and strength between people that burst forth in desperate times, truly penetrated every listener's soul. Wasn't it this very power that his father pursued all his life?
Yet he had always regarded this power as the root of destruction.....
Isaac knelt on the ground, covering his face, weeping bitterly
"(Father...)"
Isaac felt lost.
For so many years, he had never been able to reconcile with his deceased father.
He hated him from the heart, hated that selfish man who left him and went to another world.
But....
Did he really not know if his father truly loved him?
He couldn't understand, couldn't understand whether he hated classical music, hated his father's self-burning performance.
Or was he just avoiding, avoiding the powerless, fearful self in front of his father's sickbed...
However, in this musical climax.
The only thing he understood.
Was that he had been lost for too long, too long.
Perhaps, as Mr. You Bai said.
He really should move forward now.
...
...
The final note of the music fell.
Gan Yanyu's bow gently left the strings. She didn't move immediately, maintaining the posture of the performance's end, slightly tilting her head up, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, and then slowly exhaling.
Lin Tian's hand also lifted from the keys, silently watching her.
Thus, it ended.
The tumultuous beginning concluded with a calm and gentle stance.
An absolute silence lasted for several seconds, as if time had frozen.
Then, applause erupted like a volcano filled with all emotions, thunderous and unending!!
"..."
"Wuuu wuuu wuuu...."
Below the stage, Nannali, along with the elementary school student beside her, cried with pear blossom tears, looking helpless.
...
Tuoba Jianhui opened a bottle of good wine, raising a glass with Gan Hua, the two old men drinking in silence, gazing at the television screen continuously.
...
Yao Han revealed a relieved expression, sitting on the ground, looking up at the ceiling, just staring blankly. Beside him, He Shumo said nothing, hands in his pockets, standing quietly.
...
He Zhichen and Gao Zhenyang sat in the car, watching the display screen, both clenching their fists, uneasy and anxious.
...
Lin Tian stood up, walked towards Gan Yanyu.
In the deafening applause, he reached out to her. She did not shake his hand, but instead raised her right hand, still holding the bow. He placed his palm, warm and firm, over her cold hand.
Their hands overlapped, pressing above the lightly vibrating strings. The stage light shone down, illuminating their intertwined hands and the body of the violin.
Lin Tian smiled, and Gan Yanyu smiled back.
"Let's go."
"Go give thanks."
Lin Tian said.
Hand in hand, they walked to the front of the stage.
Facing all the audience, they bowed deeply.
The final performance ended with this bow.....
...
Theoretically, soon, it would be the scoring segment.
After focusing on the two protagonists, the director immediately started to find footage of the judges' panel.
However, when they found the person everyone was concerned about——
The backstage director froze, unable to believe his eyes.
The elder who had maintained his poise throughout had somehow already removed his sunglasses.
On the weathered and wrinkled face, tears streamed down.
In the face of countless camera lenses, and everyone's astonished expressions.
Steven stood up,
"Clap—clap clap—"
He personally applauded for Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu.
