Just the first movement—
Luo Su couldn’t help but pound the table and exclaim in admiration!
And in this brief respite.
The second movement’s performance officially began.
The brutal fate finally reared its head, dark and ceaseless, it repeated over various keys, spying gaps and seeking opportunities to break into people’s lives, to dominate everything.
A horn-like motif sounded.
It seemed to rise up in struggle.
Gradually, the intensity of the music weakened, and the registers exchanged frequently.
The low and restrained tone became unstable, as if doubting and wavering in this endless struggle.
The fate theme brutally stormed in again, howling wildly, ending in a climactic explosion.
Listening to such music is the ultimate enjoyment!
Abigail was completely immersed in the music, all the pores in his body couldn’t wait to open up!
When the soothing melody of the second movement arrived, the lingering echoes of the battle in the first movement seemed to be thoroughly soothed.
Those relatively gentle notes were like a tender mother extending her hands to comfort a child who had just been through a fierce battle.
Abigail suddenly felt something.
This was not a solitary battle.
This was a battle belonging to millions.
The scene in Abigail’s mind suddenly shifted.
He seemed to see a few brave warriors who fought hand in hand, after the great war, beginning to envision a better future, a new world. This music, though it sounded calm, contained an inherent silent force that urged people to strive forward, continuously motivating the warriors to keep going.
This is the true face of "The Fate Symphony"!
And after experiencing the fierce struggle of the first movement, the audience was granted a moment of respite here, like a healing elixir.
Abigail suddenly felt that he could no longer see through Lin Yuan!
"I am not his equal."
For the first time, Abigail was truly convinced and admitted his inferiority to Xian Yu!
A typical quick-paced scherzo.
However, within the Golden Hall, there was no trace of humor or jest.
The intense struggle kept rising!
The contrasting interlaced notes became increasingly intense!
The warriors took up their weapons again and returned to the cloud-covered battlefield.
The atmosphere of the music suddenly turned from peaceful to dark, as if the warriors were treading on the blood of the fallen, step by step approaching the god of fate, constantly building strength and courage.
The air was heavy as a mountain.
The warriors did not stop.
Ahead lies a mountain of blades and a sea of fire!
This is the third movement, somewhat similar to the first but with indescribable changes.
Fate, like wolves and tigers, waits for a chance to act.
The oboe played a slow and sorrowful melody.
This melody seemed to lament the unfortunate fate.
At the end of the third movement, the struggle between man and fate became even more intense.
In the beginning, the fate theme stood proudly with strong intensity and grand volume;
Then the horn-like motif was sounded, forming a force to drive away misfortune, along with the constantly ascending stream of violin notes.
After many bouts, people still could not escape the ferocious and cruel fate, and the music ended this movement in the unstoppable sharpness of the fate theme.
Wang Luo seemed touched.
As the richest man on Blue Star, Wang Luo could handle trillion-dollar business deals without changing his expression, yet at this moment his heart was pounding like a drum!
Wang Luo understood music.
Born into nobility, he learned piano and violin from a young age and had excellent musical aptitude.
It seemed Wang Luo spoke to his secretary beside him, or perhaps he was talking to himself:
"This symphony tells a story of struggle. You can see it as Xian Yu’s unyielding resistance to fate; it can also be seen as everyone’s unyielding resistance to fate; but I always feel that it has a higher meaning, and the fourth movement will be the grand finale!"
Like the blooming of the other shore flower!
The charm of the symphony was unleashed without restraint!
The fourth movement had yet to begin, and Wang Luo was already amazed!
If he had previously half-joked, half-seriously claimed to be Xian Yu’s idol during interviews, now Wang Luo had become a full-fledged fan of Xian Yu!
An ardent unthinking fan!
And at this moment, Wang Luo was far from being the only one who fell in love with Xian Yu due to "The Fate Symphony"!
The young girl, with subtle makeup, leaned against her grandfather, smiling sweetly:
"If it’s him, I guess it’s not impossible, after all."
This girl, who not long ago showed disdain towards the "socialite marriage army," had noticeably shifted her stance.
The old man chuckled: "Changed your mind?"
"Someone who can write this piece of music, I probably wouldn’t dislike too much. In any case, in a family like mine, having autonomy in marriage is difficult, so I might as well choose someone who seems more pleasing to the eye."
The old man stroked his beard: "I heard he went on a blind date with Liu Xin before, but Liu Xin ran away."
The girl was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Grandpa, I want to marry him!"
"But I heard that Liu Xin ultimately regretted it."
The old man remained calm.
The girl became even more delighted: "Then I’ll definitely marry him!"
The old man smiled gently.
Knowing some secrets earlier than those old fogies, does that count as abusing power for personal gain?
But I only gave a little push.
Who can win over Lin Yuan, in the end, depends on the skill of the young ones from each family.