Chapter 197

Zhou zewen sat upright on the stool. He was tall and straight, with flat shoulders, without a trace of floating. Only his slender white fingers moved flexibly on the piano keys, like ten thin girls dancing, sometimes dancing on the white keys, sometimes beating on the black keys. One by one, the notes are continuously flying out, and they are heard by all the people present.

Dong GE's expression from the beginning of self-confidence, to anger, to surprise, and then to the second half of the song, has become resentment.

He knew that he had lost, lost to this young man who was more than ten years younger than himself, lost to the ground, lost without dignity.

He has to admit that Zhou zewen is indeed a genius in piano. Different from Dong Ge, who has been practicing hard since he was a child, Zhou zewen's talent in piano is recognized as strong in China. It seems that he is second only to Mu Qingcheng. In addition, he is young and promising. He is even a legendary figure in the piano industry.

Dong Ge wanted to beat him with his steady skill, but now it seems that Zhou zewen's skill is far better than him. His performance is impeccable in terms of both rhythm and rhythm. There are some differences between his performance and the original music. However, we all know that he did it deliberately in order to play his own style and make the music better in his understanding.

And he did well enough. At least none of the people in the Music Association felt that he played badly.

Tong Qu looks at Dong Ge, who looks very ugly. He wants to comfort him, but he doesn't know what to say.

Liu Yingying sighed and said, "don't worry, old Dong. His attainments in piano are really extraordinary."

Old Dong was as pale as death and said nothing.

"I'm afraid it's better than the original one."

"Well, although I don't want to admit it, Zhou zewen's talent in piano is really high. I don't know how many times he practiced it to play it to the present level. "

"I'm afraid it's not as good as the original author."

It's better to have the original author here? Muqiu almost couldn't help laughing. Zhou zewen is really good at playing. It's not inferior to Muqiu's playing "to the city" with master level piano skills. But it's just these two things. Master level is the top level that ordinary people can reach, and the transcendence and sainthood are Muqiu's exclusive.

Oh, by the way, Beethoven's level should be higher than that of the master. If you let him climb out of the coffin, I'm afraid he can also hang this Zhou zewen. It's a pity that he's not in the world. Otherwise, after listening to these people's words, he would jump out of the coffin and knock their dog's head... Oh, by the way, Beethoven is deaf, he can't hear.

At the end of the song, the atmosphere became extra quiet in the gradually quiet hall. Zhou zewen stood up and looked at Dong Ge, with a disdainful smile on his face: "do you wear it?"

Dong Ge said nothing, and his facial muscles were trembling.

The man who had a good relationship with Zhou zewen came to him and said, "ah Wen, it's really good. It's better than the original author. How long have you been practicing this piece? "

Zhou zewen said coldly: "it's only ten times. It's amazing at first hearing. In fact, it's nothing special. It's very simple to play. Moreover, I don't think the original author's treatment of several rhythms is good, and the rhythm and sound transition of the middle and later sections are not perfect. So my version has made some modifications to make the whole song sound more beautiful."

The man slapped: "good! Ha ha, ah Wen's attainments in piano are really beyond recognition. If the original author is here, I'm afraid he will have to bow his head in shame after listening to your music. "

Zhou zewen said: "to be honest, I disdain the title of the song," to the fallen city "? Ha ha, it's true that all kinds of cats and dogs dare to stand up and do things. Mu Qingcheng is my only lucky person, but sooner or later I will surpass her on the piano. I can't even see this song, but the original author used it to send it to her. It's really... Ha ha, I don't know the heaven and the earth. "

Mu Qiu heard his mouth tremble, damn, Beethoven's coffin can't be pressed!

"Ding! Detected the desire of the host's heart, for a long time did not pretend to be forced to hit the face... Cough, people in front of the sage, it's time to teach a lesson in front of this guy. Please use the host's absolute strength to crush this clown. It's better to leave a large psychological shadow area in his heart. 100 holy points for success, no punishment for failure. "

"System, did you just say the word" slap in the face? "

"The host heard me wrong. I'm talking about the sage in front of people."

"I heard you wrong?"

"You must have heard it wrong. I've said it many times. Common people are called pretenders. We are called the former sages."

"OK, help me upgrade my piano skills to the highest level."

"Successfully converted to Saint piano skill."

Mu Qiu stood up and walked towards the piano without saying a word. She looked at him curiously and gently. She didn't know what he was going to do. Other people also noticed him. They were all puzzled.

Zhang Shaohua quickly walked over and said, "what's the matter, sir?"

Mu Qiu said in a light voice: "the coffin of the original author is almost unbearable. I'll give him a face."

Zhang Shaohua was in the same place and didn't understand what Muqiu was saying. At this time, Muqiu had already sat on the stool in front of the piano. Without waiting for people to further doubt, he had closed his eyes gently. When the slender white hands were on the keys, his whole temperament had changed greatly, People seem to see him and the piano as one picture, this feeling is very wonderful, but they can not find the right adjective.

In a more mysterious way, it seems that he has reached the realm of the unity of human and piano. When his fingers press the piano keys, the whole world seems to be dancing.

At the end of the song, everyone is still immersed in the intoxicating music. They can't extricate themselves for a long time, and even can't control their emotions. It took more than ten seconds for them to come back to their senses in the silent silence. First, children's fun and gentle hand lifting broke down. Then, Liu YingYing and other people from the Music Association clapped and cheered with great enthusiasm.

Dong GE's face was shocked, his mouth trembled, and he couldn't say a complete sentence: "this song... This song..."

Someone added to him, "it's better than any version of" to the fallen city "I've ever heard."

"I thought that Zhou zewen had played wonderfully just now, but I didn't expect that he was the best player."

"This is the performance that really makes the original author blush."

"I must practice this piece well when I go back. I have a hunch that this piece will become an unshakable classic in the piano world!"

"It's a great pleasure to be able to listen to such piano music with my own ears. No wonder the piano's position in the music circle can't be shaken... Alas, it's a pity that I'm good at guitar. Now it's too late to learn piano, otherwise I have to play anything."

"Who is he? Why can you play this song so well? "

"It's too superficial. There is no such person in the domestic music association. Otherwise, with his skill, he will definitely be famous."

"This is definitely more than Zhou zewen's playing skills, and he looks much younger than Zhou zewen. This... When did China produce so many talents?"

"That's wonderful! It's so nice to hear.