The sound of the piano was very brisk, and the music performed brought out a brilliant scene of the sea of stars in people's minds, and everyone was full of excitement and excitement.
"The difference between a master and an ordinary person is that with just one shot, people can feel that the gap between them and the master is so obvious."
"Is this really just an etude? It's a rhythm that can be turned into a song..."
"Ah San, don't say I didn't remind you, you're going to suffer a lot if you call in sick today! The boss finally gave you that piano today, yes, it's the one at the door!!"
"The only thing I'm lucky about is that I chose Little Yellow Croaker for my first job..."
"What wonderful music! Mr. Liao is indeed a world-class pianist..."
People at the scene either sent WeChat messages to relatives and friends, or expressed their feelings alone. Everyone's face showed reverence and appreciation at this moment.
Peng Shicai was also full of amazement.
This hasn’t even entered the topic yet. Just a casual flick can bring up such a level. Liao Yuan’s name is indeed well-deserved.
He finally understood why the boss personally named Liao Yuan to compose a theme song for Huaxing people around the world.
At this time, Liao Yuan felt his fingers feel slightly warm.
He stopped playing, then straightened his back and smiled at the people around him.
The scene was quiet.
Everyone stood seriously.
In front of the piano, Liao Yuan raised his hands slightly and then lowered them gently.
The sound of the piano was as smooth as water, slowly ringing in people's ears.
Running fast, climbing, fighting in the sky...
I am the king...
Liao Yuan closed his eyes while playing, and the majestic piano sound traveled through time and space, fluttering its agile wings, and sounded in a villa...
In the hall, an old man sat in front of the piano, playing alone.
The little boy who was sleeping opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the piano, staggered around, opened the door of the bedroom, and followed the sound of the piano to his grandfather...
"Grandpa, what is this?"
"This is called piano, do you want to learn it?"
"think……"
"Come, grandpa will teach you..."
So, those little hands, holding on to those big hands, started learning key by key.
The boy felt the rhythm of the music, and his heart was beating excitedly.
At that moment, he seemed to have opened the door to a new world...
Not far away, the child's mother heard the noise, looked over and saw the happy scene of the grandfather and grandson, and gradually smiled.
In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed.
The ten-year-old boy was already able to play music on his own. Under the guidance of his grandfather, his musical talent gradually emerged, and he was hailed as a piano prodigy from all over the country.
Everyone thinks he should take the path of music, and the boy himself thinks so too.
After graduating from middle school, he was admitted to the Central Conservatory of Music, so he said goodbye to his hometown, packed his luggage, and boarded the bus to Kyoto.
Grandpa, mother, and sister stood at the back of the car, waving constantly.
Beside the lathe, the boy looked back at his family and his eyes quickly became wet.
He quickly lowered his head and clenched his hands.
From that day on, he will face the world alone.
When he came to Kyoto, he discovered that the world was so big and everything was more prosperous than he imagined.
And all piano prodigies are everywhere.
In their class alone, although there were only eighteen students, there were no less than ten students who were better than him in piano proficiency.
He felt the pressure. In addition to playing the piano, he composed music every day and never let himself have any leisure time, because once he had some free time, homesickness would come over him like a tide.
In a practice class, there were mistakes in his performance, and the instructor scolded him. All the classmates looked at him as if they were ridiculing and sarcastic.
When he returned to the dormitory in despair, he cried for the first time when he heard his grandfather's voice on his cell phone.
From that day on, he finally understood how inadequate he was.
He made a series of study plans. He got up earlier than his classmates every day, was the first to come to the piano room every day, and was the last to leave the piano room every day.
In the dormitory room, almost every place, such as the walls, air conditioners, refrigerators, desks, and mirrors, has different music scores posted on them.
He was immersed in the ocean of music and worked hard to absorb nutrients.
But he once thought about giving up.
During the most difficult time, he felt that the notes on the piano sheet were laughing at him, and he became depressed for a time.
He once tore all the music scores into pieces, but soon after, he would still kneel on the ground and pick up the pieces one by one...
The days pass quickly.
A year later, the boy finally passed the most difficult period.
Among his peers at school, he is an outstanding performer. In the piano major, his results are among the best. He has organized and participated in a number of college student piano exchange competitions and won excellent rankings.
The teacher was impressed by him and regarded him as his proud disciple. He took him to various piano exchange meetings and worked overtime after class every day to help him practice the music and feel the rhythm.
He completely emerged from the haze.
I go to major concert halls every week to watch pianists' recitals, imitate the playing styles of different pianists, and hope to learn my own path.
On this day, it rained heavily.
The chief pianist of his western restaurant arrived late, but the guests were already seated one after another, ready to enjoy dinner.
Because of his identity as a student at the Central Conservatory of Music, while he was serving dishes, he was temporarily appointed by the anxious manager to perform piano music for the guests.
When he sat at the piano, that night, all the guests almost forgot to eat.
One piano music after another flowed into the ears, and the precise and full sound fascinated the guests in the entire restaurant.
That year, he was eighteen years old.
The copyrights of the original works he performed were successively bought out by several celebrity managers in the restaurant.
That was the first time he earned his first royalties through his own efforts.
His life gradually improved because of the injection of funds.
Not long after, he went to the Music Association, passed the highest level certificate in piano, and obtained the qualification to perform at the National Grand Theater, the highest music hall in the country.
Relatives and friends all congratulated him for getting his first girlfriend because of his outstanding talent.
However, just before the exhibition game, the news came that his grandfather was seriously ill, which made him feel like he was struck by lightning. He ignored all the dissuasion and returned to his hometown like crazy.
In the hospital, grandpa was unconscious.
He knelt and sat in front of his grandfather's hospital bed, choked with sobs and talked all night, but in the end he could not save any hope of communication.
He missed the performance at the National Center for the Performing Arts and disappointed many people.
After that day, the domestic music scene seemed to have closed the door to him.
He was depressed for a long time until the works he had sold were compiled into songs by celebrity managers. After being made into albums, they became popular all over the country. Record companies, singers, and managers in the entire entertainment industry were looking for him to write songs.
Almost every song he writes has become a guarantee of quality and a model of great hits.
That year, he officially became the youngest songwriter of our time.
He is Liao Yuemin.
A musician who was rejected by the music industry due to an accident, but was accepted by the entertainment industry instead——
Thanks to Yifeng9, ctfaq, and the salary dealer for the reward. I have seen all the private messages and comments. I will try to update as much as possible in the near future.