You Made Me a Superstar - Chapter 437

Chapter 437 Wedding March (middle)

The bright moonlight shines on this earth.

Zhou Yang’s expression is both pious and serious.

When he gently stretched out his fingers and placed them on the black and white keys, he was completely isolated from the world around him, and he was naturally immersed in a mysterious space.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Yang’s temperament seemed to change in an instant, and he began to exude a bit of sacredness and solemnity from the depths of his soul, causing those next to him to involuntarily stop breathing.

The sound of guessing word puzzles and discussions outside the courtyard gradually became lighter, and there was only a vague hustle and bustle and a sense of family joy in the distance.

George stared at Zhou Yang’s face, and he couldn’t help but feel a stronger sense of jealousy.

He himself is not as handsome as Zhou Yang, let alone the masculinity of Zhou Yang. Coupled with today’s various blows, his emotions are extremely easy to agitate.

was originally a high-profile and highly anticipated rich boy. After arriving in Huaxia, he should have been brilliant and amazed countless musicians, but he has been reduced to a supporting role one after another.

the most important is…

He couldn’t understand even if he wanted to break his head, how could a country man be able to create a noble “music art” that only the superstructure can appreciate…

His teacher and teacher Perasia once told him that the real creation of music and art requires years of accumulation, unparalleled talent and the gift of God to be presented to the world.

【Teacher Perasia can’t be wrong! 】

【He is pretending to be a ghost! Yes, he must be playing tricks! 】

【As long as you give him enough time, he can expose the inside story of the saxophone in “Homecoming”, and Master Kenneth is not necessarily authoritative! 】

【Furthermore, how could he possibly create any good piano music in such a short period of time? If the melody can be smooth, it is amazing, right?]

【Pretend, pretend, you always have time to reveal your stuff】

【Or, someone wrote the piano music for him in advance? Looking at the power of the An family, it seems that it is not difficult to invite people of this level to create a god! 】

【Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! 】

【…】

People are always like this. When something that subverts cognition appears, they often try their best to find any reason that can be figured out, and then comfort themselves.

All that George can figure out is conspiracy theories, so-called transactions, and more behind the scenes.

Otherwise, why is he?

How can a non-professional creator compare to his more than ten years of hard work and talent?

George found an excuse to comfort himself, and also found a reason, but thinking about it this way, not only did he not feel better, but he was even more jealous!

The wind is getting stronger.

Next to the window, the manuscript written by Zhou Yang was blown. Zhou Yang seemed to have no idea. He lowered his head and finally played the piano.

The melody played by    is relatively coherent and pleasing to the ear, but the way of playing and the sound seem to be extraordinarily unskilled, and there are a few noises.

The surrounding people thought of a series of discussions, and the eyes of the onlookers inevitably felt a sense of disappointment.

【Haha, just this level? 】

【It seems that this time, it’s a big shame. 】

The seriousness and nervousness on George’s face, and even the trace of jealousy in his heart disappeared instantly, and there was only a burst of unbelievable mockery.

He looked at Han Yan and found that Han Yan was also unbelievable. Zhou Yang’s extremely unskilled playing technique made people feel embarrassed, and at best it was slightly better than the so-called beginner.

But there is no sense of rhythm at all, and even after playing the back, the tone is not coherent, it is embarrassing like a twelve-year-old child is playing…

Han Yan has a great sense of drop…

When    looked at George, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, then he shook his head slightly, and began to be full of ridicule.

After learning Western music for so many years, they can easily see through this extremely immature, amateur to extreme level of playing that absolutely cannot create any good music.

This is common sense!

George’s face was full of schadenfreude as he listened to the piano music played by Zhou Yang.

In his ears, he has already regarded this playing technique as “random playing”, and it is very low-level.

He looked around, especially those in other music circles…

But what surprised him was that the people in the music circle did not ridicule them. Instead, everyone’s expressions were serious, as if they were hypnotized collectively, and they became “witnesses” of something.

What happened to them? Has Huaxia’s music level been so low?

You can’t even notice this low level thing?

George feels that everything he sees is beyond his knowledge…

The wind is getting stronger…

Zhou Yang’s handwritten manuscript blew from the edge of the piano to the ground. Zhang Zunlian, a famous erhu master, lowered his head and picked up the manuscript immediately. After picking up the manuscript, he glanced at it in the moonlight.

Then the stunned face flashed, and then it became more serious. The suona master Tong Yuan next to him also came over, and then his face became more serious, and he opened his mouth…

Then, the heads of people in the music circle moved slightly, and they all looked at the handwritten manuscript.

After George watched a person’s expression change, he unconsciously became curious about the manuscript.

What exactly is written on the manuscript?

Just at this time…

The piano sound came to an abrupt end.

George looked in the direction of the piano subconsciously, but saw Zhou Yang’s face embarrassed, completely lost the holiness and seriousness that he had just before, and even a bit shy and afraid of life.

Apparently he didn’t realize that so many people were looking at him…

Zhou Yang opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but he didn’t say anything for a long time. Then Zhang Zunlian, a famous erhu master, walked towards Zhou Yang with the manuscript as if he realized something.

“Xiao Zhou, how can we help you?”

“Mr. Zhang, I need a teacher who can play the piano, um, if possible, I want a teacher who can play the organ, this is a symphony…”

“Well, okay, wait a minute, I’ll look for it, by the way, do I need to change the occasion? This occasion is very noisy…”

“Well, how about another one? An Xiao, is there anything else here, compared to an empty place? Or, an independent performance room…”

“…”

This world is really weird sometimes, at least, George sees it as weird.

He saw a young man who was playing the piano to a pulp and asked Zhang Zunlian, an erhu master from the Yanjing Conservatory of Music, to assist him in writing.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to say something sarcastic, but in the end he found something stuck in his throat…

The scene was too serious. All the music masters in Huaxia were very serious. Some people couldn’t hide their surprises. They stepped forward to surround Zhou Yang and whispered their suggestions.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Yang became a highly anticipated person again.

George, who had originally left, felt that all this was too unbelievable. He instinctively looked at Han Yan, but saw that Han Yan was also bewildered, and obviously did not understand the situation.

Soon…

The musicians of Huaxia moved to say goodbye to the people who settled down.

After seeing Zhou Yang being surrounded, Mr. An Jianwu kept smiling, with a bit of pride on his face, and he kept nodding his head.

An Xiao followed behind Zhou Yang…

When passing by Han Yan, An Xiao paused slightly and looked at Han Yan hesitantly.

“Want to go there together?”

“what?”

Han Yan was stunned, and before she could react, she saw her mother walking over and holding her hand with a serious face: “Follow me over, I heard some rumors… Tonight may be something you will never forget… ”

“???” Han Yan couldn’t believe it, but she nodded and walked over.

George stayed where he was. Although everyone was polite to him, at this moment he seemed like a misfit.

He eventually followed and got into Han Yan’s car.

“This prospective brother-in-law is amazing…”

“He has a lot of amazing works. If he can concentrate on completing some works, he will definitely enter the room…”

“These are the original words of Mr. Zhang Zunlian and the old dean of the Yanjing Conservatory of Music. I asked about it just now…”

‘s mother’s babbling voice shocked Han Yan.

She had a feeling that the whole world was crazy for a while.

George shook his head, thinking it was nonsense.

After a while, his cell phone rang.

He answered the phone as if he had found a savior.

The call was from teacher Perasia.

“I’ve heard the saxophone “Go Home”…”

“Mr. Perasia, how are you?” George asked this question anxiously, as if he had found a savior.

“Masterpiece! Why do Chinese people create such amazing works? This is incredible!”

Teacher Perasia’s words were complicated and amazed. After saying this, she hung up the phone, leaving George with a shocked face.

呯!

George felt as if something exploded in front of him in an instant.

He stared blankly at the window glass, and wanted to laugh wildly for the first time. He thought he was probably crazy, or it was a nightmare that was hard to wake up from for a long time.

At this moment, he felt that all common sense, cognition, worldview, all became shattered…

He followed Han Yan out of the car and walked into the concert hall.

The moonlight is like a disk, hanging high in the sky, extremely bright.

He walked in without hesitation, and took a seat next to him, feeling like he was sitting there, and also feeling like a silent supporting role.

A few white old people walked in from a distance. The old people did not greet George and Han Yan. After entering, they walked towards the edge of the stage.

Zhang Xia also came over. Han Yan and Zhang Xia knew each other very well. She stood up immediately and called her grandmother Zhang Xia, only to see Zhang Xia nodded, and then sat in the corner in front.

The lights are on, big and spacious…

Violin, double bass, flute, clarinet, oboe, bassoon…

One after another, the musical instrument players walked in one after another, and everyone surrounded Zhou Yang on the stage, which seemed so laborious.

Zhou Yang was surrounded and seemed a little unbelievable, but in the end he nodded, shook hands with everyone seriously, and said something.

“Sorry, please don’t go in again…”

Han Yan wanted to hear what they were saying, but found that the security guard came over and stopped him. Only after the instigation of his parents did the security guard let him go.

But it stopped George.

“Sorry… just go in for a piano player.”

George was stopped very indecently, and then his face flushed.

The dignity and pride of this moment, as if being trampled underfoot…

(end of this chapter)