Perhaps when some people heard the third movement, they felt that it was cool and pleasing to listen to. Just like when Zaro first heard it, he felt that it was impressive enough to hold up the scene and fit his style.
But to Old General Renault, beneath the passion was a solemn and stirring feeling.
Someone once said, "Music only provides the atmosphere. Every listener is listening to their own story."
These words were appropriate for Old General Renault.
Regardless of what the composer had in mind when composing this movement, when Old General Renault heard it, he was reminded of his own past experiences.
Once, when Old General Renault was still young, he had participated in many battles. However, most people did not know about those battles because they had taken place on a foreign planet. The 100-year Period of Destruction had already depleted a lot of resources on this planet. The development of the New Era required large amounts of resources and energy. If they were to take more from this planet, this planet could only wither away and even welcome the end of the world. Because the development of the human world was far faster than the planet's self-healing ability, they needed to explore the outside world in search of more resources and energy.
There was no good or evil, only a standpoint. There were some things that had to be done. The glorious development of the New Era had come at a heavy price. It was just that few people knew about it.
How many people had lost their lives in the infinite space, lost their lives on foreign planets, and not even their bones remained?
Recently, he would often think about his comrades who had traveled with him to foreign planets. If they had not died and lived to this day, their statuses would not be lower than his. When he heard the familiar gunshots and mechanical sounds in the movies, his brain had already begun to involuntarily correspond to the fragments in his memory. The music guided his thoughts to a tragic scene that he had never wanted to recall.
People always loved to sing the praises of heroes, and there was no lack of superhuman heroes in movies and television. However, he rarely watched those because he knew that no matter how those heroes, endowed with divine power, performed on screen, in reality, those heroes would still be injured and would die.
He had read too many books and movies about heroes and listened to too many songs that praised them, but most of them had problems. He talked about war, but did not dare to face up to the cruelty and irrationality of war, and did not explore the meaning of war. He talked about man, but ignored the philosophical consideration of man's fate, soul and value. He did not talk about the rise of life force, the magnificent process of glory and destruction in war. He exaggerated the hero too much and separated him from the ordinary people. Whether it was soldiers or the heroes portrayed in movies, they were all a part of human life. To deny and reject the other side of the light, to ignore the sad faces of those who lost their loved ones after every victory, in the eyes of this old man, it was not real art. Of course, it could also be that he was old and could not keep up with the level of appreciation of the times. Young people might prefer the kind of beauty without sorrow and worry.
Perhaps only those who had been on the battlefield would know how much life was burned under that kind of impassioned melody.
Taking a deep breath and letting out another long sigh, the old man said, "You found this piece of music very well."
Zaro, who was kneeling on the ground, tried his best to open his swollen eyes. He almost doubted his own hearing. Was the old master praising him?!
Zaro was flabbergasted that the old man was actually interested in a piece of background music. At this moment, he realized that the reason the old man was so agitated was probably because he had heard the background music.
If that was the case …
He had not angered the old master to the point of tears, but the old master had cried while listening to the song?
He had been beaten up for nothing?!
Zaro, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at his father.
"Cough." Looking at Zaro's face, which had been beaten beyond recognition, Zaro's father coughed lightly and turned his head to look at the wall of the room.
The other elders in the room were the same. They all felt a little awkward. How could they have imagined that the old master would be in such a state after listening to a song?! They had almost beaten Zaro up, but luckily, they had controlled themselves when they heard that the old master's life was not in danger. Otherwise, they would have been even more embarrassed.
"Who is the composer of 'Mission'?" the old master asked.
"I don't know." Zaro could feel the stares of the elders poking holes in him after his answer. He could only bite the bullet and continue. "I really … really don't know. The composer is from Yanzhou, Silver Wing Media. They did not tell me who the composer was, but the composer had two movements before 'Mission.' Great Grandpa, let me find them for you …" Towards the end, Zaro let out a loud hiss.
Zaro's father twitched his finger. He knew what kind of sh * t this kid was about to shit!
Sure enough, after hearing Zaro's hiss, the old master turned his chair around and saw Zaro, who had been beaten black and blue. He asked in surprise, "What happened to you? Get up, why are you kneeling on the ground? "He had been too immersed in his memories and had not paid attention to his surroundings. Now he had regained his senses.
Zaro staggered to his feet, rubbing his knees. "My dad hit me. It hurts."
At his age, what could Old General Renault not guess? He just laughed. "You deserve it! Didn't you say you had the Winds of the Wargod? You're far from it! " Old General Renault's eyesight could tell that Zaro had only been beaten up a little. His bones and internal organs had not been hurt. It was just a superficial wound. A lesson would be enough to prevent this mischievous kid from causing trouble outside.
Zaro gave a fawning smile. This sort of coquettish and fawning behavior was the favorite of the older generation. Back then, Leizhou's governor had been treated this way.
Zaro's father wanted to roll his eyes. This little brat should learn something good instead of doing it the wrong way!
However, Zaro knew his limits when it came to wooing the older generation. He did not want to appear overly fawning, as that would easily arouse disgust. Thus, he quickly restrained himself. "Great Grandpa, do you want to listen? I'll bring the other two movements and the complete version of 'Mission.' "Zaro looked at the old master's personal doctor. He did not want the old master to lose his composure again. If something really happened, there would be no way to regret it.
"No problem," the doctor said with a smile.
It was good to have a good cry after holding it in for too long. It was a good thing to vent all the lingering depression in one's heart. The old master usually liked to put up a strong front and kept all the bad things to himself. After so many years, he had suffered a lot mentally. Crying a little was a form of mental relaxation.
But this time, he broke out in a cold sweat. Anyone who had seen the old master cry like that would not be able to keep their cool.
Zaro, who had gotten permission, ran out happily with a face that looked like a pig's head. Zaro's mother thought the kid had been beaten to the point of insanity.
"It's good to be lively," the old master said with a smile after Zaro left. These words were for the few people in the room, as well as for Zaro's father.
What could Zaro's father say? All he could do was force a smile and reply. That kid had already been raised to this extent. How much could he be expected to change? As long as he did not do anything outrageous, they would not be too strict with him.
Soon, Zaro brought the complete versions of "Divine Punishment," "Cocoon Breach," and the original "Mission" that Silver Wing had given him to the old master.
"It'll be better if you watch it with the music video. I'll adjust the equipment for you."
Zaro said he was going to adjust it himself, but he was actually instructing the guards and servants to do it.
After the three music videos were played, although the old master did not seem as agitated as before, his eyes were red again.
"What an outstanding piece of art!"
The few people in the room were surprised that the old master had given such a high evaluation.
Zaro's father blurted out, "Why can't it be from Leizhou?"
"Regardless of the continent, anyone who can produce such music is worthy of respect," the old master said. It was precisely because of the emotional content that music could carry and sublimate that it could transcend time and politics.
After listening to the songs and watching the music video, Zaro was chased out by his father. The door closed, and the people inside went to discuss important matters.
After Zaro came out, he did not bother to look at his friends, who were trembling under the cold gaze of the guards. Instead, he called his agent.
Zaro's agent received the good news that "God of War" had received a "high score." Before he could ask what had happened and why he had not been able to reach Zaro, he heard Zaro say anxiously.
"I don't f * cking want to know that right now! Contact Silver Wing. I don't care how much it costs, buy the rights to the movement of 'Mission.' Remember, I want the full rights. "
Zaro's agent was taken aback by these words. Although the music was good and would add points to the film, there was no need to spend so much money on it, right?
He wanted to ask what had happened with the Renault family, but Zaro had already hung up, so he could only give up.
While Zaro's agent was discussing the purchase of the rights with Silver Wing, Duan Qianji received a call at Silver Wing headquarters.
"Honey!" a rough voice came over the communicator.
Duan Qianji wanted to hang up immediately. Because every time her husband used this tone to call her, he must have a request that would put her in a difficult position.
"Your company's new 'Mission' movement, you must keep it for me! Don't sell it! "
"What? I thought you weren't interested in music?" Duan Qianji asked.
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