Lin Weiyin's moist thin lips gently bit a red apple.
She was dressed casually for an evening walk, her arms rested on the guardrail on the second deck, her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked down.
She always believed that a truly great pianist, even if he does nothing and just sits there, can amaze the whole time.
Such extraordinary attraction comes from the things that the pianist insists on and loves...
In the Vatican, she once had the opportunity to meet an otherworldly old woman.
Even just sitting there, there are countless believers prostrate and praying devoutly around them.
And today, she seemed to have seen someone else...
Lin Weiyin was very interested.
On the deck, under the spotlight, Liao Yuan slowly sat down, and after getting used to the pedals and keys, he started playing.
When the music played, Xu Mi's holy light began to flow rapidly at Liao Yuan's fingertips in an instant.
From south to north, from black keys to white keys.
He suddenly closed his eyes...
Play silently?
The whole audience burst into admiration.
Just for a moment, the exciting melody sounded in people's ears.
The sound of the piano, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, penetrates people's hearts bit by bit, making people feel absolutely focused mentally.
Everyone's heart was trembling.
At that moment, people seemed to hear the roar of horses galloping across the vast desert in the distance.
Under the sky, the slow-moving caravans, dilapidated post roads, solemn Buddhas, desolate ancient cities, everything, desolate and mottled...
The wind howled and the yellow sand raged.
Under all this desolation and ruin, in the haze, there seems to be a green bud swaying in the wind...
No matter how the wind blows, the rain blows, the lightning strikes, or the lightning strikes, it still stands there.
It seems like it has been standing there since ancient times!
What a breathtaking picture this is!
In despair, new life is born!
Everyone was shocked and speechless!
In the crowd, Xi Yun, who was dressed in an evening dress, looked at Liao Yuan who was playing with his eyes closed. His heart seemed to be in his throat, and he almost screamed with excitement!
She squeezed the corners of her skirt tightly, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.
At that moment, she seemed to see the young man who once dominated the campus...
"Mr. Xi, Mr. Xi!"
In my ear, someone said: "Your company is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. A great pianist is willing to be a small anchor. Why is this?"
“Looking for inspiration?”
"Could it be that he composed this piece of music while living in seclusion in the city?"
"Brother Yuan, isn't he the one who broadcast "Ghost Blowing the Lamp"? My God, this is so handsome!"
"Not only is he a pianist, he is also a novelist. Mr. Xi, Mr. Xi, can you give me this gentleman's contact information?"
"Yes, yes, I want it too, I want it too!"
The chattering commotion of a group of celebrities aroused dissatisfaction among the surrounding pianists.
Many people turned around and glared at them, causing them to suddenly become silent.
Zhang Chao was probably the most excited person at the scene.
He was the one who brought Liao Yuan here, and now he is giving him a favor like this, which makes him extremely vain.
From time to time, there were pianists around who asked him about Liao Yuan's personal situation. Some of them were even master pianists who were usually very aloof and disdainful of dealing with him. This made Zhang Chao very excited.
At this moment, he took on the responsibilities of Fu Xiaoci part-time. After introducing Liao Yuan's situation, he handed out his business cards one by one.
Gao Feiliu's face was full of enjoyment. "Out of the Western Regions" was a piece he often played recently when he had nothing to do. However, the score was incomplete and could not achieve the effect of soul resonance.
But now, the complete version is in front of him, and it is played by the original creator himself. The tragedy, hardship, and belief in victory all make Gao Feiliu inexplicably excited.
Although he is only thirteen years old, he has a lot of experience because he often performs in various countries. He can probably count all the famous pianists in the world, and has communicated with most of them, but no one can do it like Liao Yuan.
A touching song!
Liao Yuan, who was playing with his eyes closed, seemed to be surrounded by an indescribable magic power.
That magic power makes everyone irresistible and attracted to it, and the surging notes that keep pouring out are like a tide raging in the air, dancing and swirling next to people's eardrums.
They scrambled to stir up waves in circles, spreading to every pore in the body, making people tremble all over.
"What a talent!"
Meng Han turned his head and smiled at Xu Sanguan, the music director of Jiangnan Opera House: "Director Xu, this opportunity cannot be missed, and it will never come back. Whether Jiangnan Opera House will be in heaven or hell in the future depends on whether you can grasp this person."
Now. Let me tell you, this person is much better than that Uncle A on the Internet. Any opera house that can get him will be even more powerful."
Xu Sanguan smiled bitterly and said: "Meng Han, do you think this kind of good opportunity will be left to me?"
In Xu Sanguan's view, the song "Out of the Western Regions" is simply majestic, and it's just a piano performance.
If you add a concerto and adapt it into an opera, my God, this will be a hit in the theater!
And how could a musician who could create such a work be willing to be a pianist in an opera house?
Meng Han said calmly: "I know what you are worried about, but in my opinion, although this person has extremely strong creative ability, judging from his fingering, his playing ability is obviously only average. Of course, what I think is
The average level refers to the international level. Well, actually, even in China, his performance level is only average."
"Even Gao Feiliu highly praised him..." Xu Sanguan was a little unsure.
Meng Han said disdainfully: "That guy Fei Liu has great respect for any composer. Don't be misled by him. Have you not seen how old this man is? He looks like he is over twenty-five years old!"
"At this age, he has not yet made a fortune. Obviously, his performance skills are lacking. This person is a born composer, but not a born grand pianist. If the Jiangnan Opera House is willing to spend money, I think there is still a certain chance of winning it.
This person. Of course, Uncle A is also good, but judging from the current performance level, this one is definitely more suitable for the Jiangnan Opera House."
Xu Sanguan was obviously moved by what Meng Han said.
When he looked at Liao Yuan, his eyes flashed with hunger...
But not long after, seeing Liao Yuan playing more and more vigorously, and his whole body seemed to be surrounded by holy light, he suddenly shuddered, and then said timidly: "Meng Han, don't lie to me, how do I think of him?"
Both are great pianists!”
Meng Han felt depressed and looked at the sky speechlessly.
After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Xu Sanguan, because of my past friendship, I will help you this last time today! I will come on stage later and let you see what a real grand pianist is!"
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"Grand pianist is not something that just any cat or dog can bear!"