At the end of the song, Meng Han stood up, and amid warm applause, he gave a gentlemanly salute to those around him. His expression showed a trace of contentment, and he looked at Liao Yuan, who was not far away.
Seeing this scene, the crowd suddenly became excited.
The applause died down and everyone looked at Liao Yuan.
This silent noise is the most terrifying, and the huge pressure is like the wind and the sea, rushing towards your face.
Liao Yuan had been very quiet until now, when everyone looked at him, he showed an unexpected expression.
What do you mean? Are you forcing yourself to play?
Liao Yuan raised the corner of his mouth.
"Don't go!"
Gao Feiliu reminded: "This Meng Han is deliberately making things difficult for you. If you come on stage, you will fall into his scheme."
Zhang Chao also said anxiously: "Mr. Liao, a little impatience will ruin a big plan. You have to keep calm. You are a composer. It is enough that you can write "Out of the Western Regions". There is no need to compete with the other party's piano skills."
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"I personally think that this is the basic ability to become a grand pianist. If you want to make a name for yourself in this exchange meeting, you'd better give up the idea of being stupid and hiding your clumsiness."
At some point, the host in a white tuxedo appeared next to Liao Yuan: "In this war without gunpowder, if you have real strength, then I hope you respect the pianists present. This also respects you.
Own."
Liao Yuan glanced at the other party in surprise, nodded slightly, and walked forward.
"You are very courageous." Meng Han left his seat, and before leaving the field, he turned back and looked at Liao Yuan calmly: "I hope your courage matches your strength."
Liao Yuan snorted, his expression seemed to be quite regretful.
Then, he turned around and sat in front of the piano, raised his hand, and entered into the performance.
Boom——
At that moment, the wind was strong and dark clouds filled the sky.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, the music of the piano seemed to turn into thunderbolts, deafening everyone.
"What a familiar piano sound!"
"Again...it's the Tempest Sonata again! And it's also the third movement!"
There were exclamations from the crowd.
Even Meng Han's expression changed.
At the same time, in the same place, with different people playing the same piece of music, it is easiest to distinguish the performer's ability.
Everyone thought that Liao Yuan would play other original pieces comparable to "Out of the West" to make up for his lack of skills, but unexpectedly, Liao Yuan actually chose to go hard!
Are you seeking death, or are you confident?
The crowd was excited again.
"I have an unknown premonition!" Zhang Chao said depressedly: "Teacher Liao is too impulsive!"
Gao Feiliu pricked up his ears and said excitedly: "Don't worry, I think it's fun!"
At the same time, on the second deck, Lin Weiyin looked directly at the man playing, supporting his chin with one hand, his face full of interest.
"who is he?"
No one answered her, only the wind from the river and sea blew the hair around her ears.
At this moment, the sound of the piano kept leaping forward, crossing the crowd, crossing the river, crossing the sky above the entire city, and drifting away towards the clouds.
The fingers of Liao Yuan's hands flew gracefully, turning into invisible streams of light on his fingertips, making everyone's scalp numb and their mouths wide open.
Although it was the same piece of music, everyone took it for granted that Meng Han played it so well.
But it was Liao Yuan's turn. Because of his preconceptions, everyone felt a huge shock.
At this moment, beside Liao Yuan, it seemed as if the wind was chasing the rain, and the rain was chasing the wind.
In the midst of the wind and rain, an old man in a tuxedo with gray curly hair seemed to appear next to Liao Yuan. He sat down gently, raised his hands, and played with Liao Yuan on the piano with four hands.
Life breeds soul, hope breeds rebirth. In the storm, the figures of Liao Yuan and the old man seemed to merge together.
A wise man never thinks that he is smarter than others, and a fool always thinks that his judgment is foolproof!
Children, go and feel the harshness of the storm!
Go and prove to the world that I never admit defeat!
Liao Yuan felt his fingers burning, but the pleasure in his heart was difficult to describe in words. As the music progressed, the old man's murmur seemed to ring in his ears:
"My health has deteriorated over the past six years...but I cannot say to others: 'Louder, I am deaf'..."
"You were desperate, weren't you?"
"Yes, I am desperate. The reason why I don't commit suicide is because art has retained me. Before I have completed all my missions, I feel that I cannot leave this world."
"What is your mission?"
The old man didn't answer, but the light on his fingertips became more dazzling. His fingers flew gracefully on the black and white keys, like the roaring waves of the North Sea. The raindrops were more like the neatly arranged notes on the staff, rushing forward one after another, chasing each other, crazy
race.
Countless syllables turned into light and wrapped around everyone's ears.
When the last syllable stops on the single note D, the third movement officially ends, and also ends the entire storm!
Loud applause!
"Emotions! I felt a wealth of emotions!"
"His strength has already reached the point where he can enter the palace. The scary thing is that when he played "Out of the Western Regions", I arrogantly thought that he was just a composer!"
"The emotional interpretation of "The Tempest Sonata" is vivid and vivid. This music is full of Beethoven's anxiety, relief, persistence in music, and new hope in his late period!"
"It's so uncomfortable. Before today, I had never heard of such a pianist in the industry!"
"The composition ability is at its peak and the performance ability is superb! This person has become a blockbuster and has a bright future!"
"Compared with Meng Han, his skills are no less impressive. Even in handling details and emotions, Mr. Liao is even better!"
At this moment, the crowd was discussing Liao Yuan's performance enthusiastically and excitedly.
Meng Han's face was ashen throughout the whole process, and Xu Sanguan next to him asked with a trembling voice: "Meng Han, isn't this a great pianist?"
Poof, Meng Han almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.
He felt sick with chest tightness and stared at Xu Sanguan closely, his eyes full of anger.
If it weren't for the many ears and eyes around him, he might have yelled loudly.
Frustration comes like a tide!
But in full view of the public, he could only suppress all the anger in his heart, and he was eager to try and prepare to play again!
However, after Liao Yuan stood up and bowed, he did not leave his seat. Instead, he sat down again and gently pressed a few notes on the keys with his right hand.
"Ding ding ding ding——"
Soon, with the rapid movement of his right hand, Liao Yuan's left hand began to dance gracefully on the piano keys like an elegant dancer.
"This is Liszt's "The Bell"!"
“Is ‘The Bell’ even more difficult than ‘Tempest Sonata’?”
Everyone was once again attentive.
Soon, someone exclaimed: "Four or five fingers trilling!"
"It's scary, I still raise my fingers to play!"
"Not bad, not bad, your skills are as good as those of Tom Qin Sheng!"
"This person is really amazing. You know, the piano piece "The Bell" is definitely one of the first choices for those who want to show off their skills!"
"No, no, no, almost all of Liszt's works are for showing off his skills!"
"This piece is also quite high on the world piano music difficulty rankings!"
"One of the inhuman pieces of great pianist Liszt."
"As for this piece of music, I'm not going to brag. I played it for three years before I could barely get the tune right, but it's impossible without losing the rhythm. Compared with the real masters, it's still far behind."
At this moment, the pianists were completely excited, and even the charming ladies could not restrain their excitement.
"I actually saw an afterimage? God, am I watching a videotape? Is it a cassette?"
"Hey, isn't this the speed with which I grab red envelopes?"
"This hand speed is so terrifying, it's like the reincarnation of the Six-Fingered Piano Demon!"
"With such fast hand speed, I wonder if there are any mistakes? Although it is very powerful, I think Teacher Meng Han must be even more powerful!"
"Wake up, there are many people here who can play "The Bell" completely, but there are absolutely only a few people who can play it well!"
"Mr. Xi, please, please, please introduce Mr. Liao! I really love this man to death. Even if he doesn't like women, I will accept him. These ten fingers are so powerful. I just want to be friends with him!"