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Anderson-Hansen opened his mouth wide, stunned, and was completely speechless. Even if a fly flew into his mouth at this time, he probably wouldn't feel anything, because he was completely shocked. The surging passion in his chest was constantly hitting his internal organs, the blood almost solidified, and every inch of muscle was completely restrained. I only felt that all the passion collided in the steel and iron bones without a clue, making the body Involuntarily, he began to tremble slightly. The sublimation from the soul made all the nervous systems lose their ability to function. They could only stand in vain, with their mouths open and speechless.

The tears in the eyes just slipped down without warning. Not because of being moved, but because of the shock that came from the depths of my heart and from the depths of my soul.

No matter how beautiful the morning sun on the horizon is, it is already bleak at this time; no matter how colorful the changing world is, all the lead has been washed away at this time; no matter how turbulent the inner emotions are, it is already calm at this time... In the grand blueprint of history In front of him, everything lost its meaning.

The magnificence of nature, the ups and downs of life, the greatness of life, and the struggle of human beings. All of this, standing in front of the wheel of history, can't help lowering your arrogant head, kneeling on unyielding knees, and surrendering to the crushing of history. The glimmers of Washington Square are shuttled between the 18th and 21st centuries, and those historical pictures are quickly but clearly, frequently and 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 all turned into dust and become part of the historical blueprint. Everyone is coming, but no one can avoid them. They can only stand rigidly in the same place, and then watch as they are submerged by the rolling red dust, and then become a member of the waves, and become the composition of the stormy waves. Part swept in to follow in the footsteps of history and keep moving forward.

No matter how amazing nature is, it can’t compare to the vicissitudes of human hearts; but no matter how strong human hearts are, it can’t match the ever-changing history.

Accompanied by Evan Bell's voice, the galloping momentum between the bells and strings reached a peak, and the grandeur of history lay out in the field of vision. But when the splendor of the historical picture was pushed aside, the greatness of life hidden behind it suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. "Sad, who ever wanted to be worshipped by thousands of people?" This sentence of cheers burst out the color of life in an instant. The splendor far beyond the colorful colors, in the world of Washington Square's evolution It blooms proudly like fireworks, and in the dazzling eyes, it is beyond reality, beyond fantasy, and beyond history.

With the majestic accompaniment, the poetic lyrics, and the light-heavy singing, Evan Bell showed the meaning of history and the true meaning of life in front of everyone easily and spectacularly.

The tears falling down like this is not moved, not excited, not sad, just pure shock, the kind of detachment and shock that is above life smashes everyone's heart into pieces, any language, any thought, any reaction. It was all in vain, only passively standing there, stunned with tears streaming down her face.

"'Long live life (da)'." The melody fell, and Evan Bell's voice exploded over Washington Square with infinite momentum like a gas explosion. This classic Spanish phrase made Evan Bell It looks like the king who dominates this world, the God who dominates all history, standing upright in an instant, blocking the light orange sky rendered by the rising sun, and all the colors become gloomy, only Evan- Bell alone, only this one.

Anderson-Hansen didn't want to admit it, didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that the tears on his face and the emotions that echoed for a long time told him clearly: This is the power of music, this is Evan- Bell's power to create music easily pierced all his defenses and shook him beyond measure. Even after the music ended, the shocking violin strings in his mind continued to revolve, making his just clear vision blurred again.

It turns out that there is really a kind of music that can shock 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 use the melody to the perfection.

It was because Anderson Hansen scoffed at Evan Bell before, so the shock was even more ferocious, causing him to be directly drowned without any strength to fight back, and the tears still remaining on his cheeks had lost their original The temperature, but he still couldn't feel the cold, just froze in place, reluctant to wipe it off.

Evan Bell just used a song, four minutes and two seconds, to easily seize the ownership of this "kingdom", his voice is the king's scepter, and the more than 6,000 people in front of him are his subjects, all Everyone surrendered to him willingly.

When "Tianguang (ent was born, countless people were shocked. Many people believed that all of Evan Bell's talents were reflected in this song, and some people even said that he would be exhausted. Vin-Bell himself admitted that it would be very difficult to compose another such classic song. But today, Evan Bell did it.

It is different from the "sky light" that comes from the grandeur of nature, and finally returns to the atmosphere of spiritual self-salvation. This time, "Long Live Life" comes from the grandeur of history, and finally sublimated to the height of human beings and life. That kind of majestic momentum is unmatched. Even "Sky Light" cannot be compared with "Long Live Life" in terms of the core concept of the song. Evan Bell uses classical symphonic instruments to create a work that perfectly combines pop and art, trend and culture that everyone wishes to surrender.

The song is over, and the big screen hanging behind the stage lights up. Everyone knows that it should be the time to play the MV.

The strings of the cello stirred in the early morning sunlight, and the picture lit up little by little. There was a dim crown on the ground. The gold on it had long been mottled, and it could not even be seen as luxurious. One hand picked it up, and then Put it on your head. It's Evan Bell.

To everyone's surprise, Evan Bell wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, which did not match the grandeur of the song. He didn't look like a king at all, but looked like a homeless man on the street. Evan Bell picked up the tattered crown, brought it to his head, and ripped a red cloak from the **** that looked like an inferior product from a Halloween masquerade, and tied it around his neck. Paired with a broken bowstring to act as a scepter, a king is hot.

Evan Bell walked slowly on the quaint and elegant streets of Edinburgh, and he was at ease under the stunned eyes of passers-by. He enjoyed every moment of his life comfortably, drinking coffee bought for ninety-nine cents, in the park. Doing fitness exercises with the elderly, reading books carefully in the bookstore, standing in front of the theater looking eagerly at posters, eating alms lunch in the almshouse... This is complete wandering Han's life, but in Evan Bell's comfortable pace, let life burst into infinite light bit by bit.

Evan Bell picked up a cartoon version of "Liberty Leading the People" on the side of the road, he saved it, then found a bench, climbed from the bench to the mailbox next to it, and then climbed to On top of an old-fashioned red phone booth. Standing on top of the phone booth, looking out at the houses, streets and gold in the distance. Evan Bell suddenly raised the copycat version of "Freedom to Guide the People" in his hand, and smiled brightly in the face of the sun.

At this moment, as gorgeous as the sun, it can't compare to Evan Bell's smile. Everything lost its color.

When the music ended, Evan Bell let go of his hands, and the painting floated down in the wind, like a life that follows the flow. The picture of the MV dimmed little by little, and finally disappeared.

At the end of the MV, Evan Bell performed the song "Long Live Life" in an absurd and comedy way, leaving all the audience stunned.

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

In an instant, this sentence is like magic~www.readwn.com~ wakes up more than 6,000 people in the audience, wakes up from the MV from the song, doesn't know who is the first, kneels on one knee He expressed his surrender to Evan Bell, and then, like an infectious disease, it spread throughout Washington Square with the momentum of an atomic bomb explosion.

Everyone, more than 6,000 people, everyone who did not leak, knelt down on one knee, then placed their right hand lightly on their left shoulder, and said to King Evan Bell who was standing on the stage with a standard knightly salute. Then, the first sentence "Long live life" sounded, followed by scattered "Long live life" sounds. After running in like this three times, the fourth time, six thousand people shouted in unison. , "Long live life!"

The momentum was earth-shattering.

Anderson-Hansen kneeled on one knee in surrender, and raised his head a little timidly and admiringly, and looked at the figure of the boy standing on the stage, this was just a twenty-three-year-old boy, older than him. One year younger, but this young man, he used his own strength and the classic "Long Live Life" to make him willing to surrender and sigh for it. The power of music is so powerful.

The same is Washington Square, the same is Evan Bell, the same is a new song, he announced his return in the simplest but most brilliant way.

"Long live life", this is the slogan of Evan Bell.

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