The lights are on.


    A piano rose slowly in the middle of the stage.


    When Hao Yun walked out from the back of the stage, the atmosphere in the gymnasium reached its peak. Wave after wave of applause and voice, just like the layers of tsunami, wave after wave.


    "Mr. Hao!"


    "Mr. Hao!"


    "Yun God!"


    "God Hao!"


    There seems to be no unity in the shouts.


    There are voice customers who call cloud God, and there are Warcraft players who call Hao God. Because there was no unified slogan, the two groups of people seemed to be more energetic, shouting louder and louder, and almost didn''t quarrel.


    Among them, Yunmeng group''s employees, especially excited and energetic.


    Of course, the most exaggerated is the network broadcast of cloud dream game official website.


    The whole studio was screened by "Dad" and "my father"


    Shocked by the enthusiasm of the audience, Hao Yun didn''t expect that he would have so many fans and supporters who didn''t show up in public.


    "It seems that everyone likes Mr. Hao very much." a pair of bright eyes looked at Hao Yun. Lin Mengmeng''s crooked mouth turned up a little cunning and said with a smile, "can I interview your mood at the moment for you?"


    Hao Yun answered truthfully.


    "A little nervous."


    Lin said.


    "Is it because of everyone''s enthusiasm?"


    Hao Yun made a joke with a smile.


    "Everyone''s enthusiasm is on the one hand, mainly because the host is too beautiful."


    Lin Mengmeng''s cheek turned red and glared at him. His talking eyes seemed to say, "there are so many people here. What strange words do you say?"


    The atmosphere is a bit subtle.


    This kind of time is the most afraid of no sound, originally not embarrassing scenes have to be embarrassed.


    At the moment, however, his mood was on his head, and Lin Mengmeng forgot his words.


    But at this time, Hao Yun, holding the microphone, turned to the audience and threw the question to the audience with a smile.


    "Do you think so?"


    There was a loud cry.


    "Yes


    Hao Yun continued.


    "Can you give me a round of applause?"


    Pa pa pa -!


    His response was thunderous applause.


    Many people in the audience showed a knowing smile.


    "Ha ha ha, I didn''t expect Mr. Hao to be funny."


    "Is this talking about cross talk?"


    "Hateful, actually molesting the host xiaogaigai!"


    "Do you see the host''s little change in his eyes? Is that a tease? Tut tut. "


    "Why? I didn''t even notice you


    "Damn, is that the ability of money?"


    "What is capability! Can you stop being so vulgar? It''s called charm


    The rescue was successful.


    The atmosphere is boiling again.


    Hao Yun nodded his compliments. Instead of wasting his time, he went to the piano and sat down.


    Taking a deep breath, he put his hands on the keys, brewed for a moment, and then waited for the right time to strike the first note.


    That''s a la with a reduced octave.


    It''s like an ancient bell.


    The stadium quieted down at a visible speed, and Hao Yun continued to play.


    The ten fingers on the piano keys don''t stop at all. They quickly and smoothly pop up the notes of the second, the third... The first beat and even the second beat. The speed is faster and faster, and the action is more and more vigorous, just like the spirit jumping on the piano keys.


    His shoulders fluctuate slightly with the rhythm. Hao Yun, who has mastered the rhythm thoroughly, closes his double pressure slightly. At this moment, he has completely entered the state, as if he is integrated with the piano.


    Several judges on the jury held their breath, staring at his back, stopped the original low voice communication.


    "... it''s amazing."


    Liu Shiyao held her breath and murmured.


    Sitting on one side of the book, Xu Shaoyuan''s face was full of surprise. His mouth opened unconsciously, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn''t make a sound.


    Especially the piano master from Italy.


    The original casual face, gradually floating a touch of moving, and soon that touch of moving into a shock.


    The difficulty of the song itself is not very big, and there is no particularly difficult dazzling skill in the performance. However, the ups and downs of the melody and rhythm have printed the picture in his heart.


    He seemed to see the dawn.


    It''s like a poem.


    Whispered in his heart——


    When the last ship sails far into the sky.


    I sat on the reef and looked out.


    Let the thoughts drift away like smoke.


    Woven into my legend


    It wasn''t just the judges who were shocked, but also the thousands of spectators in the stadium. From the very beginning of the performance, the sound of the piano firmly grasped all their attention and made them hold their breath involuntarily. They could not help humming along with the melody.


    Even if not everyone has the quality to appreciate pure music, the beauty of melody is common to everyone.


    Especially for Azeroth players here!


    A pair of eyes staring at the stage, the continuous sound of the piano keys seems not to be active in the light, but in each of their pupils, in each of their hearts.


    At that moment, the flowing notes are like passing through time and space, bringing them to a world that only exists in their hearts.


    There they saw the endless fields, the bloody grasslands, the sea breeze blowing through the reefs in the night, the rotten swamps in the twilight forest echoing the whispers of the forgotten, and the cries of the living beings.


    It''s amazing.


    Seeing the undead standing up from the grave, they did not feel the slightest bit of gloom and treachery, but only the blood that fluctuated with the melody.


    The mutilated corpse stood up with the support of faith, holding the rusty shield and spear again.


    Even if forgotten.


    Even in the form of the dead.


    Even if flesh and light are lost in the pupil.


    They are still guarding the soil of civilization, vowing to avenge the natural disaster and their prince


    In the audience.


    The expression on Zhou Xuan''s face was full of surprise.


    After the public beta, the new role he registered is just the forgotten.


    In the past two months, there have been a lot of clips about world of Warcraft on station B, among which there are some exciting works.


    For example, Hao Yun''s own BGM, he is a pirate, is often mixed with CG animations by netizens and Terrans.


    Even because the frequency is too high and the ignition is dense, after listening to it, I can''t help looking for someone to fight. It is ridiculed as "recruitment advertisement of storm city" and "PK player March" by players.


    However, the emotion contained in that song is too hot, obviously not suitable for the forgotten wandering in the shadow of the twilight forest. There is always a kind of unspeakable sense of disobedience in the dead.


    But this song is different!


    If "he is a pirate" is the sunlight of melting glaciers, then "prelude to the dead" is the moonlight sprinkled on the ancient battlefield.


    Never has a BGM and this piano music, let him from the ups and downs of the melody, to hear so many full and complex emotions.


    It''s not just burning.


    There is also a long night approaching loneliness, and distant watch


    This is BGM for the forgotten!


    Liang Ziyuan, who has come to the audience from behind the stage, is also listening.


    At the moment, there is only one idea in his heart.


    "It''s too strong!"