Even though Dina, a more senior industry veteran, had already commented, many people were still looking forward to Ming Cang's review.
Even "epics" had their own classifications. In Ming Cang's eyes, was there a difference between the first and second movements?
Other than that, Dina had said that Ming Cang was too emotional to comment on the other day. What had gotten the association's deputy chairman so worked up?
Therefore, even though Ming Cang hadn't commented in five days, many people still paid attention to "Voice of Yanzhou," which was founded by the Yanzhou Music Association. The moment Ming Cang appeared, everyone took notice.
In the video, Ming Cang appeared to be in good spirits. His eyes glowed with unconcealable joy and excitement, which confirmed what Dina had said five days ago.
"My apologies, these past five days have been the most exciting I've been in my 60-plus years!" Ming Cang's voice trembled as he spoke.
A hand holding a teacup reached over.
Although only a hand was visible, anyone familiar with Ming Cang's family knew that it was his wife. Ming Cang's words had been a bit of a joke. Wasn't the "most exciting five days" the few days of his wedding? But from the video, it was clear that Ming Cang's wife agreed with him.
Just what could have caused this couple to be so agitated?
The astute "Prairie Fire" chief editor immediately sent word to his staff to investigate Ming Cang's recent movements.
In the "Voice of Yanzhou" live broadcast studio, Ming Cang accepted the tea, calmed himself down, and continued speaking in a steady tone.
"Many people know that I spent the first 50 years of my life busy with music and my career. When I was 51, I married Professor Su Tong of the arrangement department at Qi'an Academy of Music. When I was 52, we had our own child. But God played a joke on us. He's a little different from other kids. "
At this point, many people recalled that Ming Cang had been a promising young man. He had become the principal of Qi'an Academy of Music at 49. In the New Era, where lifespans had doubled, he was considered young. Ming Cang had been hailed as a genius from a young age.
And Ming Cang's wife, Su Tong, had been a celebrity at the time. She had come from a musical family and was brimming with talent. She had been famous at Qi'an Academy of Music.
But not long after their son was born, he had been diagnosed with Hull virus.
Since then, the rapid advancement of science and technology in the New Era had greatly improved medical treatment. 95 percent of the diseases from the Period of Destruction had been cured, but close to 5 percent remained. Even if they could be treated, they would only provide limited relief.
Hull virus was that 5 percent, and there was basically no cure. It was born during the Period of Destruction. The infected seemed to have lost all emotions and became as numb as a stone. Although they had no other physical defects, they needed external help to eat, drink, and defecate. They could not speak, and their eyes were lifeless, as if their soul had been sucked out of them. Their entire brain was like a fully equipped machine that refused to work.
During the apocalypse, a doctor by the name of "Hull" was infected. He spent the rest of his life researching the virus and chose to provide his body to the laboratory for research after he passed away. Later, people called the virus the "Hull Virus."
Perhaps in the eyes of many people, naming an extremely dangerous virus after someone was a curse, but for some of the people who researched viruses at that time, it was a kind of honor, such as Hull, a madman in the eyes of later generations.
The Hull virus could be transmitted through the air. Although it didn't survive long in the air, it could hide in plants, animals, and even microorganisms. It was impossible to guard against.
At first, many people used complicated filtering methods to prevent it. But later investigations revealed that the probability of Hull virus infection was less than one in ten million.
Gradually, people came to the conclusion that the probability of Hull virus infection was less than one in ten million. Later on, no one used such a strict and complicated filtering method.
And yet, the less than one in ten million chance of Hull virus had been encountered by this couple. If it was possible, they would rather such a thing happen to them than to their newborn son!
When they heard the news, they almost broke down. Ming Cang resigned from his hard-won position as principal ahead of schedule. Su Tong also resigned. The couple took their son all over the world to seek treatment. But each time, they received the same response: No cure! No cure! Nothing could be done!
Friends and family who were close to Ming Cang and his wife could still remember that the couple had been on the verge of shattering at the slightest touch. Based on the lifespan of the New Era, the young, promising couple had silver streaks in their hair.
How could two geniuses have met with such a mishap? Many people sighed. If this had not happened, Ming Cang might still be the principal of Qi'an Academy of Music. The principal of Qi'an Academy of Music served one term every five years, but it was not uncommon for a principal to serve two, three, or even more terms. Ming Cang had the ability.
Others mocked that the couple must have used up all their good luck in the last 50 years to encounter such a mishap. It was a one in ten million chance, yet these two people had actually met.
It was a scar in the couple's heart that no one dared touch, because the slightest touch would cause it to bleed profusely. But now, Ming Cang had brought it up on a live broadcast!
Song Shihua, who was watching the live broadcast, had a bad feeling.
On the live broadcast channel, Ming Cang himself was overcome with emotion as he recalled the events of the past. His eyes reddened.
"From despair at the beginning to acceptance. It's been 12 years. There's nothing that can't be healed. Our children are growing up, and so are we as parents. I thought the rest of my life would continue like this. "
At this point, Ming Cang's tone became excited again. "A month ago, I listened to a song. To be more precise, I listened to a movement."
Song Shihua's fingers tightened around his glass as he watched the live broadcast, as if he was about to crush it.
Many people watching the live broadcast also perked up their ears and stared unblinkingly at the screen. Here it comes!
"Those who know me well know that I rarely listen to the New Artist Chart. Every time I listen to a song, I share it with my son, Ming Ye."
Even though people infected with the Hull virus could not respond, Ming Cang still shared the music he listened to with Ming Ye and offered his opinions. It was as if Ming Ye was no different from any other child. It had been like this for 12 years.
"By chance, I saw the song 'Divine Punishment' recommended by Silver Wing. The first thing I saw was the image of a tree. I was a little surprised at the time. It was the first time I'd seen a virtual idol in the form of a tree, so I watched the music video. Based on the quality of 'Divine Punishment,' there was no doubt that it was excellent. Even though I'm no expert in analyzing symphonic compositions, I could tell there were many areas worth studying. As usual, after listening to the song, I shared my opinions with my son before writing a review. But when I turned my head and met my son's eyes, I noticed a tiny ripple. "
It was as if someone had rubbed a small dot on a window that had been covered with a thick layer of dust.
Before Ming Cang's brain could react, tears began to flow without warning. He was afraid that what he'd seen was an illusion. After all, his son's eyes betrayed too little emotion. If not for the fact that he and his wife spent every day with their son and were so familiar with him, no one else would have been able to detect this tiny ripple of emotion.
So Ming Cang replayed the video, downloaded it, and played it again and again.
After confirming it, Ming Cang was very excited. He immediately invited a professor in Qi'an who specialized in virus research during the Period of Destruction.
That was why Ming Cang had only given a brief review of "Divine Punishment" without a detailed analysis. He was busy getting someone to diagnose it.
Ming Ye's brain did react a little, but it was too subtle to draw a conclusion.
Ming Cang switched to another song, but it didn't elicit any reaction from Ming Ye's brain. Now the professor's interest was piqued.
"If a second song can elicit the same reaction, we might be able to find more clues," the old professor said.
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Ming Cang contacted Duan Qianji. He wanted to know who the composer of "Divine Punishment" was. Could they arrange a meeting?
Duan Qianji declined, but told Ming Cang that the second movement was in production and would be completed in October. It should be released in November.
After waiting for 12 years, they could afford to wait another month.
Ming Cang could understand Duan Qianji's thinking. From a businessman's point of view, exposing the composer of a virtual idol at a time like this was detrimental to their interests and would disrupt their original plans. From a composer's point of view, the composer was probably in the middle of composing and accumulating inspiration. Ming Cang didn't dare interrupt them. He knew all too well the pain of being interrupted in the middle of a composition. One careless interruption and they would never be able to find the original feeling again. If he lost this rare glimmer of hope because of his impatience, there would be nothing he could do even if he cried.
After a month of torturous waiting, the second movement was finally released.
That morning at eight o'clock, Ming Cang's family was on standby. His wife, two professors specializing in Hull virus research, and their research team were present.
The second movement was clearly a step up from the emotional outburst of the first movement. During the month of waiting, Ming Cang had studied a number of symphonic songs, but none of them had elicited the slightest emotional reaction from Ming Ye. But when the second movement, "Cocoon Breach," was played, Ming Ye's eyes revealed an even more obvious emotional reaction.
If the first movement was like a small dot on a dusty window, then the second movement was like a large, clear handprint!
This level of emotional reaction would only cause a fleeting flicker in the eyes of other people, but on Ming Ye, it was like a boulder falling to the ground. It was frightening!
Ming Cang, who was in his sixties, was like a traveler on a long journey who had finally been relieved of a heavy burden. He knelt on the floor in exhaustion and covered his mouth, afraid that his excited scream would scare away the emotion in Ming Ye's eyes. Ming Cang's wife, Su Tong, was sobbing hysterically in the soundproof room next door, as if trying to release all the pent-up emotions that had been building up over the years.
At the time, Ming Cang's forehead was pressed against the floor. He looked like he was smiling foolishly, but his face was covered in tears.
It had been 12 years!
The pressure of public opinion and the pressure of their own hearts had almost crushed the couple several times.
They had searched for 12 years and hoped for 12 years. They had been prepared to wait and search for the rest of their lives. But now, they had found the person they wanted!
"Sorry, I was too emotional again." Ming Cang, who had stopped reminiscing, wiped the tears off his face with a trembling hand. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, then looked straight at the screen. "I know that many people want to hear my evaluation of the second movement, but I'm sorry, I can't objectively evaluate it. To me, it is God!"
First-year students at Qi'an Academy of Music.
Five days ago, after Dina had given his evaluation of the second movement, "Cocoon Breach," the teachers from the Composition, Arrangement, and Mixing Faculties had assigned a topic to the first-year students. They were to write a paper analyzing the second movement, "Cocoon Breach," from their respective professional perspectives. This would serve as their midterm examination, and the papers would be handed in in 10 days.
When they heard that the former principal, Ming Cang, was going to give a review, they had rushed online to collect as much analysis as they could.
But now, they were dumbfounded.
What?!
I wanted to hear you talk about music, but you're talking about illness?
After some discussion, the first-year students from the Composition, Arrangement, and Mixing Faculties submitted a joint request for the teachers to change the midterm examination topic. The reason was:
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