As soon as Teacher Omu finished speaking, the audience exploded even more.
Everyone's expectant eyes were focused on the stage.
moment.
A young man with a tall and tall figure wearing a slim-fitting black dress walked up from the side of the stage. Every step he took seemed to be stepping on the rhythm.
The man came to the piano, smiled and bowed gently to the audience.
…
"Huh? This person looks familiar, Huihui, look at it."
In the corner of the audience, Lu Shihan couldn't help but look towards the stage, driven by the atmosphere. But when she saw Zhao Yu mentioned by the host, doubts appeared in her eyes.
"Hui Hui, don't eat yet. Look at this person. Isn't this the Qin Jian we met today?"
As soon as she heard Qin Jian's two words, Lin Zihui didn't even have time to put down her chopsticks and quickly turned her head.
Then, when I saw that hateful smiling face on the stage, my mouth suddenly opened wide, and the ribs I just fed into my mouth almost fell out.
"what's the situation!!!"
…
On the other side of the hall, Chi Heng was leaning on his seat, immersed in the world of Shostakovich's salon music, when he suddenly felt his leg being kicked.
After coming back to his senses, he looked at the instigator sitting opposite him and took off his headphones with a puzzled look on his face.
"Stop listening, the person you were waiting for is here. Look, he's quite popular."
Chi Heng looked along the girl's chin.
A pair of slender eyes looked over the man on the stage, and he couldn't help but frown.
"How can you play the piano if you wear something so tight?"
…
In the booth on the second floor, in the largest emperor's private room, the crew of "The Vast Crowd" is having a celebration banquet for the end of the Nanshi location shooting.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
Everyone looked at it.
A CEO-style woman wearing a black slim-fitting woolen coat, a beige jumpsuit, and 10cm high heels came in from the door holding a glass of wine.
The originally lively room suddenly became quiet.
…
At this time, the cheers in the hall and off the stage became even more enthusiastic.
"Little singer!!"
"Zhao Yu!!!"
"He is indeed a handsome boy!!"
"Master, I brought my son to watch your performance today!!"
Under the hot stage lights, although Qin Jian couldn't see clearly how many people were in the audience, the atmosphere at the scene showed that the number of people exceeded his expectations.
excellent.
Qin Jian loosened the buttons of his collared shirt, turned around, picked up the microphone in front of the piano, and scanned the audience.
"tonight."
"No singing."
"Everyone should eat and drink."
After saying that, he took off his black dress, threw it casually on the piano, and then came to sit down in front of the piano bench.
Under the curious eyes of many spectators, he carefully flattened the cuffs of his pure white shirt.
After his two wrists were completely exposed, he simply moved his wrist joints.
“《autumn leaves》.”
As the words fell, the piano played.
Before the audience could react, Qin Jian's left hand was already on the keyboard.
As if caressing a lover, his left hand lightly stroked the three notes.
The soft syncopation passed over everyone's earlobes teasingly.
The corner of his mouth raised.
His right hand followed instantly.
The two hands spread out and fell instantly at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and two sets of chords were completed at random.
Perfect chord doublet from cm7 to f7.
Then, there was another set of syncopated notes. Qin Jian clicked his little finger at the end of the last note, and a touching little decorative note came out.
Perfect opening two bars.
Stepping on the swaying rhythm, Qin Jian waved his arms and expressed his fingers in simple and profound ways, outlining their bossanove in the ears of every listener.
Soft and lazy yet bright rhythm
Sweet and sexy, charming and tempting.
The moment when the music swings can always be filled with the moment when the heart loses control.
Then he lost weight again.
Wave after wave.
The cycle repeats.
But no one wants to stop what they feel in their heart.
…
"Hey, Chi Heng, what's wrong with you? It sounds okay to me, but I can't reproduce this flavor anyway."
"Why Jazz?"
The expression on Chi Heng's face became a little weird when the first note came from the stage.
Just like the person who crawled out from the edge of the desert just now, what appeared in front of him was not a bottle of water, but a roast chicken.
Where is Beethoven? Where is Presto?
Bach, Haydn, Mozart, Handel, Liszt are all fine!
Why Jazz?
"Do you think he was impromptu?" the girl suddenly asked curiously.
"It's not like that," Chi Heng looked at the stage and shook his head, "Judging from the performance marks, he should have practiced according to the score many times."
"And the feeling he expressed in this bossanove-style piece is very strange, but I can't put it into words."
"Some unnecessary chord overtones can obviously be omitted, but he seems to have consciously emphasized them. What was originally just to promote the flow of the melody and add color to the chords, he seems to have used them all to enrich the rhythmic combination between the parts."
"Or because there was no band to accompany me, I changed the score again."
Chi Heng looked at the man on the stage with even more confusion in his eyes.
Suddenly, the color of the music changed.
The frivolous and swaying jazz under the feasting lights suddenly turned serious like the chants of a choir in a church.
This is how the melody and harmonious progression with obvious Baroque music color appeared.
It is grand and gorgeous, with a regular accent and fast scale movements.
"What the hell is this guy playing..."
In an instant, Chi Heng's expression became wonderful again, and a layer of fine goose bumps appeared on the back of his neck.
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Inside the door to see the door, the layman to watch the fun.
eternal.
For the vast majority of the audience in the hall, melody, rhythm, harmony, etc. are all unimportant.
The important thing is that it sounds good.
Even for some young ladies, it doesn't matter how good it sounds.
The important thing is the angular profile, the open-button white shirt, and the slim-fitting black trousers.
Handsome is enough.
As the color of the music changes, Qin Jian in front of the piano seems to change from a veteran in love affairs to an indifferent missionary.
But it still can't stop everyone's intense listening experience.
The music moves faster and faster, and the melody becomes more and more aggressive.
At that moment everyone raised their hearts and thought that the music was about to reach its climax.
Sudden.
The music ends with a "dang" sound of a set of extremely discordant chords.
The song ends.
Qin Jian put his hands away, stood up, and looked at the audience breathing rapidly.
As if he was still immersed in the music just now, he picked up the microphone unnaturally.
"Thanks."
There was a faint sound, and the whole place was in an uproar.
…
There were not many cheers, more applause, and it lasted for a long time.
But these are not important to Qin Jian.
Qin Jian smiled as he looked at the rapidly rising numbers on his hand.
When the applause completely stopped, everyone looked in the direction of the stage, looking forward to what would happen next.
Qin Jian's expression relaxed, he breathed out gently and raised the corners of his mouth.
"Thanks."
It was still a faint sound and floated to the bottom of the stage again.