Chapter 76

The bright stage lights are focused on the black and shiny grand piano area, making it the center of attention.

Qiao Yang, who was wearing a white dress, sat in the center and became more dazzling. His expression is soft, his lower finger is gentle, and his body occasionally moves with the rhythm.

The melodious and long, winding timbre and melody flowed from his fingertips, echoing around the broad venue like a spring stream.

The music with soft healing color also softened the atmosphere of the venue, and the audience could not help but bring some soothing smile.

Gao Yuan sat on a table in the back row, and his expression changed after less than five seconds when Qiao Yang played the key.

He looked up slightly at the elegant young master on the stage and the dancing hands on the piano keys on the big screen. A pair of hidden behind Sunglasses has been with disdain of the eyes also become serious.

He himself can be the level of pianist, so he can hear the strength of Qiao Yang's piano from the short Prelude without everyone's judgment.

It's not a playful level.

Just when he wanted to listen carefully, Qiao Yang's gentle melody gradually changed rapidly.

His left hand was flying through the bass, playing a heavy, intense melody.

The right hand jumps regularly on several keys in the treble area, jumping out of sharp and dangerous rhythm.

It also makes the whole tune sound a lot of crisis.

Empathy prone audience, now secretly down the air-conditioner to listen, as if they are really facing a lot of crisis in general, nervously looking at the men on the stage, even the body is also sitting straight.

His eyes gradually widened behind the high sunglasses, and he was astonished.

The difficulty of this piece of music played by Qiao Yang is comparable to the "whirlwind in winter" he just played. And at present we can see that Qiao Yang's playing skills and expressive power are comparable with him.

He began to enjoy Qiao Yang's melody as an audiovisual, gradually immersed in the crisis melody, but Qiao Yang suddenly stopped.

He felt instinctively what was going to happen next.

Like him, there are many people under the stage are also affected by nerves, nervous to hold their breath when suddenly stopped, they are puzzled to look at the man on the stage.

Qiao Yang's hands slowly raised, his fingers drooped a little under the attraction of gravity, leaving the piano keys until the last sound of stepping on the pedal disappeared on the field.

Hands began to fall slowly, ten fingers like feather brush gently hit the keys, the flow out of the melody becomes slow and sad.

Joe gradually realized that it was not through the piano that he was telling a story on the piano.

A story they don't know.

There are warm daily life, crisis and sad past. Immersed in the music melody of the audience in the brain unfolded infinite reverie.

They imagined and guessed what kind of story Qiao Yang was telling.

Even Gao Yuan couldn't help thinking, leaving behind the identity of a rich young master. What kind of man is Qiao Yang. Why can have so sad past.

At this time, he suddenly woke up and thought of another thing.

Such a piano music full of emotion and emotion was written by Qiao Yang himself!!

Gao Yuan realized that after the event, he opened his mouth in amazement. He looked at the man on the stage and accepted the fact that he was hard to accept.

No wonder the company's top management said that the three songs for Mo Yu's album were pop music that Qiao Yang casually wrote and played.

The rhythm of those three songs is slow, simple and clear. Easy to remember the rhythm, but also easy to sing, has a strong characteristics of popular music.

And now this song, especially the piano single, has rich emotions and jumping rhythm.

Compared with the current one, those three songs are really about the level of play. And it was Qiao Yang's level.

He began to sweat behind his back, and his breathing became more compact. His eyes covered by sunglasses were more and more incomprehensible.

Among the audience, only Gu Ye frowns.

He knew that Qiao Yang was a man with delicate and soft feelings. He could write such songs to show what he had experienced.

What he knows at present is a young master who is spoiled and protected by the Qiao family. But why can you write complex and changeable music?

He looked at Qiao Yang, looking at the elegant and handsome man who focused on playing the piano, and suddenly had some strangeness.

As if he had never really understood the man on the stage.

Just now the host said that Qiao Yang's song was written for everyone around him.

Gu Ye thinks: everyone should also include himself.

The audience were attracted by Qiao Yang and his music on the stage. No one noticed Qiao Tiancheng, who was holding a handkerchief to wipe away tears.Others can't understand the sadness in Qiao Yang's music, but he can understand it. Qiao Yang experienced the fate, and he has a close and mysterious connection.

Sad music gradually passed away, replaced by cheerful and clear rhythm.

On the big screen close-up Qiao Yang's flexible fingers jump between the long black and white keys, just like the white spirit dancing with laughter, happy and happy.

Gu Ye laughs. He instinctively feels that there is something about him in the passage that Qiao Yang plays.

No matter what Qiao Yang has experienced before, he is happy now. He believes that Qiao Yang's happiness also has its own to bring him.

A series of chords are pressed down to the end of the five minute piano piece.

Until the aftersound gradually disappeared in every corner of the venue, the applause and cheers were deafening.

Uncle Zhou clapped his hands and clapped, and asked Qiao Tiancheng in surprise: "old Joe, your third son is a master level, right. How can you hide it so strong that he has never played it before. "

"He's too good."

Then he came to Qiao Tiancheng in a low voice and said, "I think the third player of your family plays higher than that one just now. He plays much better."

Another uncle also said, "listen to the host that this song was written by your child himself? It's a pity not to make music

Qiao Tiancheng has not yet come out of Qiao Yang's music. His heart is full of thoughts, sadness and moving.

He watched Qiao Yang walk off the stage and then he responded to them with a smile Since childhood, children love to play with these things. You can't laugh at them. "

"In the future, the third child should hope for the development of this aspect, and hope that you can support the audience more and encourage the children."

Shanghua is sitting on a table with several people from the entertainment industry in Gaoyuan.

He knew that Qiao Yang stepped off the stage and found that he had forgotten to hold a glass of wine in his hand because he was so focused on his playing that his wrist was now sour.

He had a complicated look and a bitter smile.

After putting down the glass, he looked at Gao Yuan and Liu Peng and said, "I told you that his music is not bad."

The voice was slow, the tone rose, and there was a look of scorn in his eyes.

Where did Liu Peng suffer, be so said, his face is not at ease, ask for help to see Gao Yuan.

Gao Yuan pursed his lips and did not speak.

Not only Shanghua, but also people from the entertainment and music and art circles are sitting on their tables, including those around them.

Of course, we all know that Gao Yuan once made a satire that Qiao Yang did not have the ability to rely on capital to be praised.

Now, after listening to the piano music written by Qiao Yang and his piano playing ability, they are no less than lofty. If you look at Gao Yuan's attitude, it will be different.

In the eyes of people like this, Liu Peng is on pins and needles.

He tried to get back face in general, whispered: "playing is good, but compared with teacher Gao, it is still poor."

"What's more, what he wrote is just a piano single. Mr. Gao's arrangement is quite different from him."

Then he looked at Gao Yuan again.

But Gao Yuan still has a face, the expression is not clear.

Liu Peng was angry in his heart. At first, it was you who made such a fuss. Now it's disgraceful for you to say a few words.

He was also humiliated.

Of course, his words were also listened to by the people around, but they exchanged their eyes with a smile.

They are all people who know the music. Although they are piano singles, they can hear the quality of the works.

Liu Peng was more ashamed. He hung his head and began to hate Gao Yuan in his heart. Now he is also ridiculed by the public.

Wen Xiang looked at them and laughed happily.

He said to two old crosstalk actors beside him: "I just heard Qiao's children play the middle part, and I thought it was a special match for my erhu."

"Fortunately, an acquaintance introduced me to Qiao Yang. I'll find him to cooperate one day. Let's have a piano erhu ensemble or something

Wen Xiang is a veteran artist in the music industry. Today, including Gao Yuan, how many artists want to get in touch with him.

He said that he wanted to cooperate with Qiao Yang, which means that the old artists who play an important role in the music industry recognize Qiao Yang's ability.

At this time, he said the words of cooperation with Qiao Yang, and we all know that he has something in mind.

Tacitly looked at the direction of the high, echoed Wen Xiang: "yes, I also think that the cooperation between teacher Wen and Qiao Yang will certainly make a big splash."

Sitting in his seat with his head down.

Long hair and big sunglasses seemed to protect him, blocking all kinds of eyes and words around him.

Also covered his face, so that others can not see his embarrassment and shame.

Shanghua reached out and knocked on the high table, raised his eyes and looked at him. He asked, "Mr. Gao, how do I think you should take this opportunity to find out and say an apology to Qiao Shao?"Looking at Gao Yuan still motionless, he reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Gao, dare to be respected and worthy of your fans who support you."

Gao Yuan has the action. He held up his glass and drank half of it.

Then he tilted his head to Shanghua and said in a low voice, "Mr. Shanghua, this has nothing to do with you?"

Shang Hua smiles: "how can it not matter? Anyway, Qiao Shao is also a fan of mine

He shook his mobile phone, slightly proud: "we also changed the private number."

After the performance, the banquet is coming to an end.

On the contrary, everyone's mood was higher than that at the beginning, and the banquet hall became more lively.

After Qiao Yang stepped off the stage, some guests immediately gathered around him to congratulate him on the success of his performance and praise his beautiful music.

Qiao Yang modestly with them to keep the cup, socializing and sipping the wine glass filled.

At this time, he came to a person, a black suit, shoulder length hair and sunglasses covered the facial expression, but slightly raised chin, showing the unyielding pride.

He called out, "Joe Qiao Yang. "

There was silence around.

We all know what is going on between Gao Yuan and Qiao Yang. They look around each other and exchange their eyes to get out of the way automatically and watch this scene quietly.

Qiao Yang is the first time to see a man who is far away and can not see his face. However, he exudes the temperament and pride of music art everywhere. He laughed and called out, "Hello, Miss Gao."

Gao Yuan's lips moved and said, "I will change some of my words and make a statement of apology. But today's performance doesn't mean I lost to you. "

Qiao Yang said with a light smile: "yes. It's just a piano performance. There's no winner or loser. "

The tone is free and easy.

However, Qiao Yang's indifference is just able to arouse a higher and deeper frustration psychology.

He took a deep breath, made himself stand more straight, said: "Mo Yu and Chi Lin seem to be checking whether I have participated in any competition recently. I know you want to compare with me."

"Don't let them check. In three months' time, I will take part in the American youth talent international composition competition. You have signed up now and you are coming

After that, he did not wait for Qiao yang to answer, turned around and left behind a proud and lonely figure.

American youth talent international composition competition?

Qiao Yang doubts.

He seems to have some impression on this competition. Su Cheng gave him the competition materials.

Gao Yuan personally apologized, but also let the people around Qiao Yang have a further level of view and recognition.

It is very simple for a rich and powerful young master to get rid of a music producer.

But Qiao Yang can rely on strength, let a person heartfelt apology. This is a kind of self-restraint, but also to their own music talent confidence.

They continued to congratulate and congratulate Qiao Yang, but this time with real recognition and respect.

Qiao Yang didn't say anything, but he was still happy. He looks around for something, and finally sees Gu Ye.

Gu Ye is also looking at him and laughing at him. Beautiful deep peach blossom eyes, only he can understand the expression of love, now also more intense.

After socializing with the guests around them, they finally found a chance to get together.

Qiao Yang slightly raised his head and asked with some pride in his voice, "how did I play the music just now?"

Then, a look of waiting to be praised and praised, and the light of expectation twinkled in his eyes.

Gu Ye looks down with a smile: "very good."

Qiao Yang was not satisfied with his simple answer and continued to ask, "how good is it?"

Gu Ye's voice drops and says, "it's so good I want to lock you up so that no one else can see you. You can only show me and play the piano for me alone

Qiao Yang This is what abnormal recognition and praise.

Gu Ye reminds him again: "you drink less wine, tonight I'm going to my house

The last few words are deep and slow, with some implication.

Qiao Yang:?!!

He wants to come!

Gu Ye has prepared everything for him. He is going to fulfill the task of his boyfriend tonight to satisfy his man?

A night of social fatigue, coupled with last night's consumption, this will Qiao Yang feel a bit empty.

Take a look at Gu Ye, who is tall, energetic and full of infinite energy. He thinks that he may Don't move him.

Qiao Yang's eyes dodged "um" a sound, carrying a wine glass to drink more fierce.