"Lu Feng, I don't allow you to say that! Art has no age limit, a master is a master." Ji Xueyu stopped Lu Feng.
"Is it appropriate for you to admire another man so much in front of your husband?" Lu Feng frowned slightly, deliberately acting jealous.
"I just like his piano playing, not as much as you think! If you could play so well, I would also admire you." Ji Xueyu explained with a smile.
Lu Feng shook his head helplessly. When he was playing the piano on the rooftop of the Peninsula Hotel, Ji Xueyu must have wandered away, right?
Lu Feng thinks that his piano playing is not bad, right?
"Ding dong!"
A piano sound sounded, and all the sounds in the audience disappeared instantly. Everyone closed their mouths and looked at everything with expectant faces.
This is Master Moffitt's style. He seldom speaks and just plays directly.
And there is no performance list, it is all improvisation by Master Moffitt, playing whichever song he wants to play.
But no matter which song he plays, he can play it very well, making people want to listen to it.
After the audience quieted down, Master Moffett's fingers began to bounce on the keys, and each brisk note also jumped out.
Many people silently took out their mobile phones and started filming live, while the audience who were far away turned on their mobile phones to record.
No matter how bad you are, you will take two photos and post them to your circle of friends, and you will get a lot of likes in an instant.
More people closed their eyes and listened carefully to the piano music, including Ji Xueyu.
Lu Feng also nodded slightly. Master Mofite's playing was indeed good, and he was definitely at the top international level.
However, Lu Feng looked at Moffite's piano playing technique, and a flash of memory suddenly flashed in his eyes.
As soon as the song ended, the audience burst into thunderous applause, mixed with screams of adoration.
Ji Xueyu thought about it for a long time, then opened his eyes and said, "How about Lu Feng, Master Mofite is indeed powerful, right?"
"Well, it's not bad, a little worse than me." Lu Feng replied calmly.
"Pfft, can you please stop bragging to me! I really just like Master Moffett's piano music. You can't dislike Master Moffett just because of this, right?" Ji Xueyu was a little dumbfounded.
At this time, Lu Feng seemed to have upset the jealousy jar, leaving Ji Xueyu extremely helpless.
"I'm serious, he's just a little bit worse than me." Lu Feng said seriously.
Before Ji Xueyu spoke, a well-dressed girl next to her became unhappy.
"I said, big brother, you are such a cow, why do you boast so fresh and refined?"
"Mr. Moffett, the world's top artist in the piano industry, is he a little worse than you in your eyes? If you say this, everyone in the piano industry will laugh out loud."
Another young man also curled his lips with disdain and said: "Master Moffett has won more awards than he has walked."
"Don't pay attention to him, I know him! He is just a rag collector. He doesn't understand piano at all, but he has a way of bragging."
"Master Moffett plays the piano, no matter how good he is, there is only one word to describe him, and that is playing the piano to an ox!" Xia Lan, who was in the third row, also answered with a sneer.
Everyone around was laughing. It turned out that he was just a rag collector. No wonder he didn’t understand shit!
"So what if he sits in the front row? It's like a monkey wearing a dragon robe. He can't be the emperor." Wei Mingfei also flashed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.
Ji Xueyu frowned slightly, and just when he was about to reply, the piano sounded again on the stage.
Everyone closed their mouths instantly and fell silent again to the beautiful piano sound.
After the second piano piece was played, the atmosphere in the audience reached its peak, and shouts gathered in one place, rising straight to the sky.
"Lu Feng, what do you think of this time, please comment, haha!" Xia Lan found the opportunity and began to ridicule Lu Feng again.
Those who sneered at Lu Feng before also looked at Lu Feng with mocking expressions.
"I didn't play this song very well, I missed two notes." Lu Feng looked indifferent, but what he said made everyone look stern.
"Are you still pretending? I have listened to piano music for ten years and I haven't heard any mistakes. How dare you say that Master Moffett played the wrong note??"
Xia Lan stood up instantly, pointed at Lu Feng and cursed.
This time Xia Lan's voice was loud, instantly attracting the attention of many people. Even the security guards around the stage noticed.
"Viewers over there, please be careful not to affect Master Moffett." A man with slightly darker skin pointed towards this side and shouted.
"There is a person here who said that Master Moffett played the wrong note in the piece he just played, and that Master Moffett's performance was not as good as him!"
Xia Lan did not sit down, but pointed at Lu Feng and shouted louder.
She sneered in her heart. If Lu Feng said this at Master Moffett's piano concert, wouldn't he be scolded to death?
Sure enough, after Xia Lan finished speaking, many people immediately turned their heads and began to criticize Lu Feng.
A series of extremely unpleasant words were thrown at Lu Feng.
The more impulsive people wanted to rush over and beat Lu Feng right now, but when they saw where Lu Feng was sitting in the first row, they immediately withered away.
Xia Lan watched all this with great joy, laughing in her heart.
"Sir, if you don't like Master Moffett's performance, you can move to another place and give up your seat to the audience who really love piano." The black-faced man said lightly, with a hint of impatience in his tone.
Everyone thought that Lu Feng would honestly apologize on the spot. Unexpectedly, Lu Feng said calmly: "I said he played the wrong ball, that means he played the wrong ball."
Hearing Lu Feng's words that were neither humble nor arrogant, Master Moffite on the stage couldn't help but turn his head slightly and look towards Lu Feng.
"Who the hell do you think you are! What you said is wrong is wrong. Tens of thousands of us didn't even notice the mistake. Did you?"
"You're so awesome with your bragging. You're pretty beautiful after you brag. Do you think you can play better than Master Moffett?"
"Where does this lunacy come from? Get out of here quickly!"
Many people in the gymnasium were filled with indignation and continued to criticize and criticize Lu Feng.
Five burly security guards walked over directly to throw Lu Feng, the troublemaking fool, out.
"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, Master Moffit on the stage shouted.
The voices in the audience stopped instantly, and they looked at Master Moffett with some confusion.
Moffett slowly stood up and walked to the edge of the stage, seven or eight meters away from Lu Feng. He looked at Lu Feng and asked, "You said I made a mistake in playing, where did I go wrong?"
"Master Moffett, I know him. He is just a rag collector. He doesn't understand piano at all!" Xia Lan shouted: "Don't waste your time on him!"
But Moffite ignored Xia Lan's words and still looked at Lu Feng calmly.
Lu Feng looked indifferent, glanced at Moffett and said: "The fourth note on the third beat of eight should be the sixth note. You pressed the wrong number five."