Beyond everyone's expectations.

It was as if Daolang had known he would see them for a long time.

I will meet Xu Xiangxiao, Jiang Xinhai, Cui Dayou, and Wang Feng.

You will see all these familiar and unfamiliar faces.

He was different from what he was ten years ago. At that time, although he was working hard at the bottom and going through personnel affairs, he still had an inseparable innocence on his face.

Ten years later, his appearance has not changed at all, but his eyes show the ups and downs, the maturity after seeing the mountains and the sea.

In the eyes of others, this miraculous transformation is as subtle as a ripple in the ocean, making it difficult to notice.

But in Jiang Xinhai's eyes, it was as obvious as the waves rolling into the sky.

She soon understood where Daolang's temperament came from - the background of the video was really an unobstructed view of the vast mountains and sea.

"Daolang, where are you? Is your background fake?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

Daolang looked back and saw that the sky behind him was as blue as a wash, with only two faint clouds covering the top of the mountain where the grass was almost gone.

He was holding his mobile phone, the camera moved down, and people saw:

The clouds and mist puff up and rise from below, forming a sea of ​​rolling clouds.

The churning clouds are like the rolling sea, and the towering green mountains standing in the middle of the sea of ​​clouds are like rocks.

Daolang exhaled a puff of hot air and said with a smile: "This is not a lie. Did you see it? This is the Qilian Mountains with an altitude of 3,800 meters. I am here now."

This is the Qilian Mountains far away from the blue sea. The monsoon wind blowing from the vast Xianbei Sea in the north climbs all the way across the unobstructed land, causing a lot of rainfall here.

The clouds that make the difficult climb to the top of the mountain make the weather here moody. It often rains heavily after two steps, and the sky is clear and clear after two steps.

Dao Lang's skin has turned black due to the climate here, and his beard has grown all over his face. You can tell at a glance that he has been here for a long time.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

Daolang took two steps and said: "A few years ago, Chi Chi came back. He told me that he had a difficult task for me to do and asked me if I was willing.

"I said, since it is something you need me to do, and there is no question of whether I am willing or not, I will just do it. Then I traveled all over the country, and recently came here. I have been doing it for three or four years, and everyone is...

Totally old.”

When he said this, his expression was very indifferent, but in the eyes of others, it always felt a bit tragic.

What a good person, but because of a word from JX, he was turned into such a haggard look, which would make anyone's heart tremble a little.

"We'll talk about this later," Daolang waved his hand and said, "I'll tell you why I knew you would call me this way, because it was Chi Chi who told me."

Jiang Xinhai nodded: "I guessed it."

No one was surprised when they heard Daolang's answer.

Now not only she, but also the people who are with her are completely accustomed to Chen Ya's style of doing things.

"But you can't guess why he told me this," Daolang said with a mysterious smile on his face, "He said that if you call me this, it means that my hard life is over.

, you can leave the mountain in advance.”

"You want to make a comeback? Return to the music scene?" Jiang Xinhai was a little surprised.

"No, no," Daolang waved his hand. He thought about how to organize the language for a long time, but finally gave up and said, "Language is so weak, I will show you."

He held up his cell phone and walked forward.

Everyone saw from the camera that the fields were filled with yellow and green pastures, with groups of white goats gathering from time to time. In the middle of a flat plain between the mountains, some houses with blue bricks and red tiles formed a settlement.

Like a tour guide, Daolang held up his mobile phone and led them along. As he walked, he said: "We have opened a total of 20 schools. This one in Bihai Province is the most difficult one for me to run. The conditions are too difficult.

…”

"What school? Please tell me clearly?" Jiang Xinhai said.

"Oh, right, you don't know," Daolang said, "In the past few years, JX has funded and opened 20 schools and music schools across the country."

"Um?"

This news is unheard of, and no one has heard of it.

"Our school is a bit special. There are no tuition fees, and there are subsidies. It only accepts talented children," Daolang said. "And it adopts an elite policy. There are not many students, but all of them are talented. You see, our

The child is right in front."

He pointed at a group of children playing.

Everyone saw on the screen that they were a group of children wearing sheepskin jackets, their faces were red from the plateau, and they were clapping their hands.

At first, everyone just thought that the children were playing some games that only children can understand, but after watching for a while, Wang Feng's eyes narrowed and he was a little shocked.

Those children were not playing a game, but looking for a beat. One child quickly beat the rhythm of "move, beat, beat" on his arms and thighs, and the other two children, one was looking for a forehand and the other was looking for a backhand.

The clapping sounds of the three children were inexplicably combined into a very harmonious impromptu drum beat.

The most important thing is that their speed is extremely fast!

The hands of the leading child were almost dancing in the air, and the crackling sound was like beads falling on a jade plate. However, the other two children were not messy at all, and all the beats they found were accurate.

In the eyes of people who don't understand music, these children are just shooting randomly, and the sounds they make happen to be very rhythmic.

The people present were all musicians, so they could tell something was wrong at a glance.

"These children are not simple." Wang Feng said with narrowed eyes.

"Yes, the rhythm is great!" Jiang Xinhai said, "Daolang, do they usually play like this?"

Scenes like this are normal here. Because he is so used to it, he doesn't feel it at all. Daolang didn't understand it at first and asked: "What are you playing for?"

But he immediately came to his senses and said, "Oh, what are you talking about? This is because we have a limited number of percussion instruments here, so these children can only practice with bare hands."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He waved his hand and said to the children: "Stop playing, Jike, come and sing a song."

"What are you singing?" The child was confused.

"Sing whatever you want."

The child turned his head and sang at the top of his voice:

"That's a magical heavenly road - yo! -"

Jiang Xinhai's body swayed slightly, and barrages were flying in the live broadcast room.

They were shocked.

This kid sings so well!

This song is "Heavenly Road" by Jiang Xinhai. The child sings the climax part. The high notes here are very difficult, but the child's breath is not messy at all, the intonation is still in place, and the key is even raised.

"The air on the plateau here is thin, so people living here have large lung capacity and are born to be the best treble players. His qualifications here are a little above average, which is considered average. Okay, let's go play, kids.

"

After he finished speaking, everyone standing in the private music collection hall was stunned.

At this level, if you shoot a video and put it online, it will go viral.

He actually only counts a little above average?

Dao Lang continued to walk forward and said:

"We already have graduates here, but jx told me that the graduates should first stay in school to teach and lead newcomers, and not directly send them to society, because the current music environment is very bad..."

He passed by a long corridor. There were many photos of musicians posted on the corridor. People recognized them, including Axl and Slash from Guns N' Roses, and David Bowie and Lang Lang.

All are familiar faces.

Not far away, a burst of rapid drumbeats came, the speed was astonishingly fast, and the rhythm was so accurate that it was shocking. Wang Feng felt unbelievable in his ears.

"Dao Lang, Dao Lang, listen to me, answer me, who is playing this drum? Is it a recording or a real person playing it?"

"Huh?" Daolang was a little confused, "Of course it was us students who knocked it."

Wang Feng endured the shock and said, "Go in and take a look."

Daolang pushed the door open and walked in. On the wall of the music room was a picture of Keith Moon, the drummer of The Who, with a drum in the middle.

A kid who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a sheepskin jacket, with snot hanging from his nose and a plateau red face, was sitting in front of the drum set, banging away.

He held the drumsticks lightly with both hands, looking like an old man, and the drumsticks flew in his hands, leaving an afterimage in the air.

"Here, this kid, when he grows up, he will definitely be a leading drummer in China." Wang Feng said.

As a rock veteran like Wang Feng, his words can be said to be extremely high praise.

"Really? Teacher Wang, does this kid play the drums very well?" He Ling asked.

"It's very good. His speed and intensity are on par with many adult professional drummers," Wang Feng said.

After speaking, he asked again: "Is he the best drummer in your school?"

"No, he is still practicing. He needs to be better before he can graduate." Daolang said, "We have an elite education here, and only the best can stand out."

Wang Feng couldn't say a word.

If that kid just now wasn't great, how many drummers would have to die of shame now?
To be continued...