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Chapter 165 The Street Where the Wind Lives
Sadness beyond words.

He really wanted to give up, but remembering his mother's expectant eyes, Zheng Junyi still calmed down and sat down in front of the piano.

The whole place was silent.

Zheng Junyi played his mother's famous song, "Coast of Heart".

He played and cried.

A 30-year-old man, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

His mother always wanted to make himself famous. From the time he started babbling, Zheng Junyi’s eyes were full of pianos. He practiced the piano for five or six hours every day, and even more than eight hours when he was in a performance.

Since he was five years old, he has been honored as a piano prodigy and has gone through performances. His stage experience is extremely rich, but it may be because of this that even at the age of 30, he still cannot become a big player in the true sense. pianist.

His performances are only popular in Taiwan. People praise him as the most outstanding pianist of Taiwan's younger generation, but outside of Taiwan, no one cares about him at all.

He tried to participate in the Chopin International Piano Competition, but he couldn't even make it to the top three.

Now, the next best thing is to participate in the One Emperor and Four Emperors Piano Competition, but it still stops at the most critical point.

Zheng Junyi's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and played "The Coast of Heart" with all his heart and strength.

There seemed to be waves of salty sea breeze blowing gently around him, like a mother's hand, making him tremble all over.

End it!
Come to an end!

Zheng Junyi couldn't stop crying, the more he played, the more ashamed and angry he felt.

When the last piano sound disappeared in the air, there was perfunctory applause from the audience.

Zheng Junyi wiped his eyes, stretched out his hand to Uncle A who was standing not far away, and said in a low voice, "Please."

The originally perfunctory applause suddenly became enthusiastic.

Liao Yuan stood up from his seat.

one cent!
Now, he only needs to score one more point, and he will win the championship of the China Division.

He turned his head and looked at the tens of thousands of different faces in the arena. Those people's excitement, excitement, anger, joy and other emotions, accompanied by a huge noise, came head-on!

Everyone is looking forward to him winning the championship, and looking forward to him representing the China Division and advancing towards the World Championship.

It's an honor, but it's also a stress.

Liao Yuan sat in front of the piano again, lightly played with his left hand, and pressed the first white key.

This song is called "The Street Where the Wind Lives".

For some reason, after listening to Zheng Junyi's "Coast of Heart", he just wanted to play this piece.

And the ultimate sadness and tranquility can always calm the restlessness in people's hearts in an instant.

The audience gradually fell silent.

When the music gradually started, a middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap and silver-rimmed glasses in the audience gradually took off his cap.

He looked at the young man playing with his eyes closed on the big screen, with a strange light in his eyes.

The old man next to him smiled and said: "I don't know if it's because of wearing a mask, but Xiao Yuan seems to have matured too much. When I saw the little guy for the last time in Jiuci, he was still in high school. Young man. But it’s different now, if you hadn’t told me in advance, I couldn’t believe it, the little guy is so powerful!”

"He's always been great."

The middle-aged man came back to his senses and said with a smile on his face: "In music, he is more talented than me. He was born with absolute pitch since he was a child. Do you still remember the Zhou Catch Ceremony held when he was one year old? Pen, Ink, paper, inkstone, abacus, coins, books are all unnecessary, just a piano!"

"You know, right? The piano is still far away from him. He can't walk, so he just stares at it like that."

"He just likes to climb up and down on the piano."

The middle-aged man's face was full of peace, immersed in memories, unable to extricate himself.

The old man seemed to remember it too, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "I almost forgot if you didn't mention it. It really happened, so he is destined? You listen to this song, I have never heard it before, and I think about it again." It's an original song."

The middle-aged man nodded.

The prelude of the song is full of tranquility. Although it is a little low, it can set off the atmosphere even more. In the climax part, it also reflects the dynamics of flowing water, which makes people yearn for it.

What kind of experience can you create such a song?

He couldn't help but think of the lyrics.

For the rest of your life, the wind and snow are you, the plain is you, the poverty is you, the glory is you, the tenderness in the heart is you, and the eyes are you.

"It seems that Xi Yun has taught him a lot."

The middle-aged man said with emotion.

What the middle-aged man didn't know was that in the auditorium not far away, Xi Yun was silently listening to the sound of the piano coming from the front.

The more I listen, the more depressed I feel.

That year when the train left Jiuci, at the moment before leaving the station, she clearly saw the figure of the young man running hard outside the train window.

Now, it's summer again.

Afternoon with cicadas singing, lazy sunshine, cool melons and fruits, yellowed photos...

are gone.

But why did I remember you again.

To all the audience, the whole piece seemed to be whispered sadly in the ear, telling the ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs and bitterness of his life.

No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me how warm the porridge is.No one to turn off the lights with me, no one to share half my life with me.

It's late at night with no one to accompany me, and no one to share wine with me.No one wipes my tears of lovesickness, no one dreams of me and my past.

No one listens to my heart, no one interprets my dreams.No one holds my tears in my words, no one worries about my walking alone.

Looking back at the place that has always been bleak, no one is waiting in the dimly lit place.

"Wow, that sounds good, Uncle A must be the seed of infatuation!"

"For a good piece of music, the most fearful thing is to understand it suddenly!"

"There is a touch of sadness and sorrow in the music. To be honest, the older I get, the less I like to listen to this kind of music."

"Yes, I really don't like listening to this one!"

"I don't like it either. It's too sad and doesn't suit me. I prefer something more exciting, such as the song "Flight of the Bumble Bee" before."

"If you listen to this kind of music too much, you will feel as if you are much older, but our family is only 20 years old!"

"The mood is so depressing! Poor review!"

Even though some viewers found the track to have a sad vibe, if they were to judge, they liked Uncle A's music.

At least this music can mobilize their emotions, and Zheng Junyi's music is completely like a tiger but not a dog, and it tastes like moaning without a disease.

Soon, the song ends.

Liao Yuan stood up and, together with Zheng Junyi, accepted the judges' judgment and vote!
"Touching, everyone's work!"

"I still say the same thing, God A should switch positions with me! He is fully qualified to sit on the judging platform!"

"I like this kind of music very much, it can make people quiet."

In the end, Lin Weiyin smiled and said: "This kind of music is expressed on the piano, which is a bit reserved. If I use the "erhu", the king of sorrow and joy, to play it, I think it can amplify such emotions! It's a coincidence , I also know a little bit about erhu playing, Uncle A, after all the competitions are over, can we cooperate with each other for a song?"

There was an eruption in the audience, and cheers were everywhere.

Liao Yuan paused, finally nodded and said: "Okay."

Lin Weiyin was slightly suffocated, do you cherish words like gold?

Afterwards, under the votes of the judges, without accident, Liao Yuan crushed the last opponent, Zheng Junyi, and won the championship of the Huaxia Finals.

At the same time, the champions of the other four major regions were also born one after another.

At this moment, all pop music lovers all over the world, including those classical music lovers who sneer at pop music, all expressed their strong curiosity about the five champion candidates.

Among them, Uncle A, who has been wearing a mask on stage, is the absolute focus.

One after another, he threw out classic music that shocked both at home and abroad. His talent and strength were unparalleled, and even attracted the attention of the five major concert halls.

Today, regardless of classical or popular, the entire piano world has expressed concern for Uncle A.

Uncle A has already become a hot topic in the industry.

So, who is he?

As the saying goes, where there is heat, there are paparazzi.

Soon, under the frantic follow-up reports of countless reporters, the truth gradually surfaced.

　ps: My ass hurts from sitting, I will make up for it today, and I will make it up in the third shift tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)