The moment he gently stretched out his fingers and placed them on the black and white piano keys, he seemed to be completely isolated from the world around him, and was naturally immersed in a mysterious space.
Under the moonlight, Zhou Yang's temperament seemed to change in an instant, and began to exude a bit of sanctity and solemnity from the depths of his soul, causing those next to him to involuntarily stop breathing.
The charades and discussions outside the yard gradually became quieter, leaving only a vague hustle and bustle and a sense of family joy in the distance.
George stared at Zhou Yang's face, and couldn't help but feel a stronger sense of jealousy in his heart.
He himself is not as handsome as Zhou Yang, nor does he have the masculinity of Zhou Yang. Coupled with today's various blows, his emotions are extremely easy to get excited.
He was originally a high-ranking and highly-anticipated rich man. After arriving in China, he was supposed to shine brightly and impress countless musicians. However, he was reduced to a supporting role one after another.
the most important is……
He couldn't figure it out even if he thought about it, how could a country man create noble "musical art" that only the superstructure could appreciate...
His teacher Perahia once told him that true musical art creation requires years of accumulation, unparalleled talent and the gift of God before it can be presented to the world. Some people will spend their entire lives unable to write a piece of music that will impress the audience...
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【Teacher Perahia is not wrong!】
【He is pretending! Yes, he must be pretending!】
[As long as you give him enough time, he will be able to reveal the inside story of the saxophone in "Going Home", and Master Kenneth may not be authoritative! 】
[Moreover, how could he compose any good piano music in a short period of time? If the melody is smooth, it would be great, okay?]
[Fake it, pretend it, you will always show your secret sometimes]
[Or maybe someone has written piano music for him in advance? Considering the power of the An family, it seems that it is not difficult to invite people of this level to create a god! 】
【Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!】
【……】
People are always like this. When something appears that subverts their cognition, they will often try their best to find any imaginable reason and then comfort themselves.
All George could think about were conspiracy theories and so-called transactions, and what was going on behind the scenes.
Otherwise, why should he?
How can a non-professional creator compare with his hard work and talent for more than ten years?
George found excuses and reasons to comfort himself, but thinking this way not only did not make him feel better, but made him even more jealous!
The wind is getting stronger and stronger.
Beside the window, the manuscript written by Zhou Yang was blown up. As if Zhou Yang didn't notice it, he lowered his head and finally started playing the piano music.
The melody played was relatively coherent and pleasant, but the way the music was played and the sound seemed particularly unskilled, and there were a few noises.
There was a flurry of discussion around him, and the guests who were watching could not help but feel a sense of disappointment in their eyes.
【Haha, is that your level?】
[It seems that this time, the shame is huge.]
The seriousness and tension on George's face, and even the trace of jealousy in his heart, disappeared in an instant, leaving only a burst of unbelievable ridicule.
He looked at Han Yan and found that Han Yan could not believe it. Zhou Yang's extremely unskilled playing technique made people feel embarrassed. At most, it was slightly better than the so-called beginners.
But there is no sense of rhythm at all, and even after playing to the end, the tone is no longer coherent, as awkward as a twelve-year-old child playing...
Han Yan felt a huge gap...
When he looked at George, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then he shook his head slightly, beginning to be full of ridicule.
After studying Western music for so many years, they can easily see that this kind of extremely unskilled, amateur to extreme playing level will never create any good music.
This is common sense!
There was only gloating on George's face as he listened to the piano music played by Zhou Yang.
In his ears, he already regarded this playing technique as "random playing" and very low-level.
He looked around, especially at those people in other music circles...
But what surprised him was that the people in the music circle did not ridicule him. Instead, everyone had serious expressions, as if they were collectively hypnotized and became "witnesses" to something.
What's going on with them? Has China's music level dropped to this low level?
Can't even detect such low-level things?
George felt that everything he saw was beyond his knowledge...
The wind is getting stronger and stronger...
Zhou Yang's handwritten manuscript blew from the edge of the piano to the ground. Zhang Zunlian, a famous erhu master, lowered his head and picked up the manuscript immediately. After picking up the manuscript, he took a look at it in the moonlight.
Then a look of surprise flashed across his face, and then he became more serious. Tong Yuan, the suona master next to him, also came over. Then his face began to become more serious, and he opened his mouth...
Afterwards, the heads of people in the music circle moved slightly, and they all looked at the handwritten manuscript.
After George watched a person's expression change, he unconsciously became curious about the manuscript.
What exactly is written in the manuscript?
Just at this time……
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
George subconsciously looked in the direction of the piano, only to see that Zhou Yang's face was embarrassed, completely lacking the holiness and seriousness just now, and even a bit shy and shy.
Obviously, he didn't realize that so many people were looking at him...
Zhou Yang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing happened for a long time. Then, as if he realized something, teacher Zhang Zunlian, a famous erhu master, walked towards Zhou Yang with his manuscript.
"Xiao Zhou, how can we help you?"
"Teacher Zhang, I need a teacher who can play the piano. Well, if possible, I want a teacher who can play the organ. This is a symphony..."
"Well, okay, wait a minute, I'll look for it. By the way, do you need to change the occasion? This occasion is very noisy..."
"Well, how about changing to another one? An Xiao, is there any other place here that is relatively empty? Or, an independent performance room..."
"..."
This world is really weird sometimes, at least, it seems weird to George.
He saw a young man who was terrible at playing the piano, and asked Zhang Zunlian, an erhu master from the Yanjing Conservatory of Music, to help him compose.
He opened his mouth wide, trying to say something sarcastic, but in the end he found something stuck in his throat...
The scene was too serious. All the Chinese music masters were extremely serious. Some of them could not hide their surprises. They stepped forward to surround Zhou Yang and whispered their suggestions.
Under the moonlight, Zhou Yang became the center of attention again.
George, who had originally left, felt that all this was too unbelievable. He instinctively looked at Han Yan, but saw that Han Yan was also confused, obviously not understanding the situation.
Not long after...
This group of musicians from China made great efforts to say goodbye to the Anjia people.
When Mr. An Jianwu saw Zhou Yang being surrounded, he kept smiling, with a sense of pride on his face, and nodded constantly.
An Xiao followed Zhou Yang...
When passing by Han Yan, An Xiao paused for a moment and looked at Han Yan hesitantly.
"Want to go there together?"
"ah?"
Han Yan was stunned, and before she could react, she saw her mother coming over, holding her hand, with a serious look on her face: "Come along, I heard some rumors... You may never forget tonight...
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"???" Han Yan couldn't believe it, but she still nodded and walked over.
George stayed where he was. Although everyone was polite to him, he seemed like an out-of-place person at this moment.
He finally followed and got into Han Yan's car.
"Your quasi-brother-in-law is amazing..."
"He has many works that are astonishingly skilled. If he could concentrate on completing some of his works, he would definitely be a star..."
"These are the exact words of teacher Zhang Zunlian and the old dean of Yanjing Conservatory of Music. I just asked..."
Han Yan was shocked by her mother's nagging voice.
She felt for a moment that the whole world was crazy.
George shook his head, feeling confused.
Not long after, his cell phone rang.
He answered the phone as if he had found a savior.
The call was from teacher Perahia.
"I have listened to the saxophone song "Going Home"..."
"Teacher Perahia, how are you?" George asked this question anxiously, as if he had found a savior.
"A masterpiece! Why do Chinese people create such amazing works? This is incredible!"
The teacher Perahia's words were complex and exclamatory. After saying this, she hung up the phone, leaving George with a shocked look on his face.
Boom!
George felt as if something exploded in front of his eyes.
He stared blankly at the car window and immediately wanted to laugh crazily. He felt that he was probably crazy, or that this was a nightmare that would be difficult to wake up from for a long time.
At this moment, he felt that all his common sense, cognition, and world view were shattered...
He followed Han Yan out of the car and walked into the concert hall.
The moon is like a disk, hanging high in the sky, extremely bright.
He walked in unconsciously and sat on the edge. He felt like he was sitting there, and he felt that he was just a silent supporting role.
Several white old people walked in from a distance. The old people did not say hello to George and Han Yan. As soon as they came in, they walked towards the edge of the stage.
Zhang Xia also came over. Han Yan knew Zhang Xia very well. She stood up immediately and called Zhang Xia's grandma. Zhang Xia nodded and then sat in the corner in front of her.
The lights are on, it's huge and spacious...
Violin, double bass, flute, single brass, double brass, bassoon...
The instrumentalists came in one after another, and everyone gathered around Zhou Yang on the stage, looking so dedicated.
Zhou Yang was surrounded and seemed a little unbelievable, but in the end he nodded, shook hands with everyone seriously, and said something.
"Sorry, please don't go in again..."
Han Yan wanted to hear what they were talking about, but found that the security guard came over and stopped him. At the instruction of his parents, the security guard let him go.
But he stopped George.
"I'm sorry...it would be better if one of the piano players comes in."
George was stopped in a very disgraceful manner, and then his face turned red.
The dignity and pride at this moment seemed to have been severely stepped on...