empire superstar

Chapter 66
Lin Weiyin's moist and thin lips lightly bit down on a red apple.

She was dressed casually for an evening walk, with her arms propped on the railing on the second deck, her beautiful eyelashes trembling slightly, and she looked down.

She always believes that a really great pianist can amaze the whole time even if he just sits there without doing anything.

Such extraordinary appeal comes from what the pianist insists on and loves...

In the Vatican, she had the good fortune to meet a detached old woman.

Even if you just sit there, you will be surrounded by countless believers prostrating and praying devoutly.

And today, she seemed to see another...

Lin Weiyin was full of interest.

On the deck, under the eyes of everyone, Liao Yuan sat down slowly, and after a little getting used to the pedals and keys, he began to play.

When the zither sounded, Xu Mi's holy light began to flow rapidly over 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 audience burst into admiration.

In just an instant, a passionate melody rang in people's ears.

The sound of the piano, like the evening drum and the morning bell, pierces people's hearts bit by bit, making people absolutely focused on their spiritual power.

Everyone's heart trembled.

At that moment, people seemed to hear a fierce horse neighing wildly in their ears, galloping across the vast desert in the distance.

Under the sky, the slow-moving caravan, the dilapidated post road, the solemn Buddha, the desolate ancient city, everything is desolate and mottled...

The wind howled and the yellow sand raged.

Under the desolation and dilapidation, in the haze, there seems to be a green bud swaying in the wind...

No matter the wind blows, the rain hits, the lightning flashes, the lightning strikes, it stands there.

It seems that it has stood there since ancient times!
What an intoxicating picture this is!

In despair, a new life was born!

Everyone was shocked and speechless!

Among the crowd, Xi Yun, who was dressed in an evening dress, looked at Liao Yuan who was playing with her eyes closed, her heart seemed to be in her throat, and she was so excited that she almost screamed!

She squeezed the corner of the skirt tightly, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

At that moment, she seemed to see the young man who used to be an all-powerful boy on campus...

"Mr. Xi, Mr. Xi!"

In the ear, someone said: "Your company is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. A big pianist is willing to be a small anchor. Why?"

"Looking for inspiration?"

"Could it be that he created this piece of music in the city?"

"Brother Yuan, isn't he the one who broadcast "Ghost Blowing the Lantern"? Oh my god, this is so handsome!"

"Not only a pianist, but also a novelist, Mr. Xi, Mr. Xi, can you give me the contact information of this gentleman?"

"Yes yes yes, I want it too, I want it too!"

The chattering commotion of a group of socialites aroused the dissatisfaction of the pianists around.

Many people turned their heads and glared at them, causing the latter to be silent for a while.

Zhang Chao was probably the most excited one at the scene.

Liao Yuan was brought by him, so giving him face like this now makes his vanity burst.

From time to time, pianists around asked him about Liao Yuan's personal situation, and some of them were even master pianists who were usually extremely cold and disdain to deal with him, which made Zhang Chao very happy.

At this moment, he took up Fu Xiaoci's duties part-time. After introducing Liao Yuan's situation, he released his business cards one by one.

Gao Feiliu is full of enjoyment. "Exodus from the Western Regions" is a piece that he often plays recently when he has nothing to do. However, the score is incomplete and cannot achieve the effect of soul resonance.

But now, the full version is right in front of you, and the original creator himself played it himself. Gao Feiliu was inexplicably excited by the tragedy, hardship and belief in victory.

Although he is only 13 years old, he has a lot of experience because he often performs in various countries. He can probably count one or two of all the famous pianists in the world, and most of them have exchanges, but no one is like Liao Yuan. Touching!

Liao Yuan, who closed his eyes and played, seemed to be surrounded by an indescribable magic power.

The magic power makes everyone irresistible and attracted by it, and the surging musical notes that are constantly gushing out are raging in the air like a tide, dancing and whirling around people's eardrums.

They scrambled to create a wave of waves, which spread to every pore of the body, making one's whole body tremble uncontrollably.

"This is a talent!"

Meng Han turned his head and smiled at Xu Sanguan, the music director of Jiangnan Opera House: "Director Xu, this opportunity is not to be missed, and it will never come again. Whether Jiangnan Opera House will be in heaven or hell in the future depends on whether you can grasp this person." Yes. Let me tell you, this person is much better than that Uncle A on the Internet, and any opera house that catches him will be like a tiger with wings."

Xu Sanguan smiled bitterly: "Meng Han, do you think this kind of good opportunity will be left to me?"

In Xu Sanguan's view, this song "Out of the Western Regions" is simply majestic, and it's just a piano performance.

If you add a concerto and then adapt it into an opera, my God, this is simply a hit in the theater!
And how can a musician who can create this kind of work be willing to be a pianist in an opera house?
Meng Han said indifferently: "I know what you are worried about, but in my opinion, although this person has great creative ability, judging from his fingering, his playing ability is obviously only average. Of course, what I said The average level refers to the international level. Well, in fact, even in China, his performance level is only average."

"Even Gao Feiliu respects him a lot..." Xu Sanguan was a little unconfident.

Meng Han said disdainfully: "That fellow Feiliu admires all composers, don't let him mislead you. Didn't you see how old this person is? It looks like he must be over 25 years old!"

"He hasn't made his fortune at this age. Obviously, his performance is lacking. This man is a natural composer, but not a natural pianist. If the Jiangnan Opera House is willing to spend money, I think there is still a chance to win it." This person’s. Of course, that Uncle A is also good, but judging from the current performance level, what’s the name of this far, it seems more suitable for Jiangnan Opera House.”

Xu Sanguan was obviously moved by what Meng Han said.

When he looked at Liao Yuan, his eyes shone with hunger...

But not long after, seeing Liao Yuan's performance became more and more exciting, 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, what do I think of him?" Both are great pianists!"

Meng Han felt depressed and looked up at the sky speechlessly.

After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Xu Sanguan, for the sake of previous affection, I will help you for the last time today! I will play later and let you see what a real great pianist is! "

"The four words of great pianist are not something a cat or a dog can afford!"

(End of this chapter)