As soon as Mr. Oki's voice fell, the audience exploded even more.

All eyes were on the stage.

Moment.

A tall young man in a slim black gown walked up from the side of the stage, and every step he took seemed to be in rhythm.

The man came to the piano and smiled and bowed lightly to the audience.

......

"Huh, this person looks so familiar, Huihui, you see. ”

In the next corner of the stage, Lu Shihan couldn't help but look at the stage under the influence of the atmosphere of the scene, but when she saw Zhao Yu in the host's mouth, her eyes were full of doubts.

"Huihui, don't eat it yet, look at this person, isn't this the Qin Jian we met today?"

As soon as he heard Qin Jian's two words, Lin Zihui didn't have time to put down his chopsticks, and hurriedly turned his head.

Then, when I saw the hateful smiling face on the stage, my mouth suddenly grew up, and the ribs that had just been fed to my mouth almost fell out.

"What's !!?"

......

On the other side of the hall, Chi Heng leaned back in his chair, immersed in the world of Shostakovich's salon music, when he suddenly felt a kick in his leg.

When he came back to his senses, he looked at the initiator sitting opposite him, and took off his headphones with a puzzled expression.

"Don't listen to it, the person you're waiting for is here, look, it's quite popular. ”

Following the girl's chin, Chi Heng looked.

A pair of slender eyes rolled over the man on the stage, and he couldn't help frowning.

"How can you play the piano when you wear it so tightly?"

......

On the second floor, in the largest private room of the Son of Heaven, the crew of "The Vast Sea of People" is holding a celebration banquet for the end of the Nanshi scene.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

The crowd looked.

A woman wearing a black slim-fitting tweed coat, a beige jumpsuit underneath, and 10cm high heels came in from the door with a glass of wine.

The originally noisy room suddenly fell silent.

......

At this time, in the hall, the cheers under the stage became even more enthusiastic.

"Little God of Songs!!"

"Zhao Yu !!"

"Sure enough, it's a handsome little guy!!"

"Master, I've brought my son here today to watch you perform!!"

Under the hot stage lights, although Qin Jian couldn't see how many people were in the audience, judging from the atmosphere of the scene, the number of people exceeded his expectations.

Outstanding.

Qin Jian loosened the button of his collar shirt, turned around and picked up the microphone in front of the piano, and glanced at the audience.

"Tonight. ”

"Don't sing. ”

"Everyone should eat and drink. ”

After speaking, he took off his black dress, threw it on the piano casually, and then came to the piano bench and sat down.

Under the curious eyes of many audiences, the cuffs of the shirt were seriously flattened.

When both wrists are fully exposed, the wrist joints are simply moved.

“《Autumn leaves》。 ”

The words fell, and the piano sounded.

Before the audience could react, Qin Jian's left hand was already on the keyboard.

As if stroking a lover, his left hand lightly crossed three notes.

Soft syncopation, provocatively swept over everyone's earlobes.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

The right hand instantly followed.

The two hands instantly spread and fell at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and two sets of chord notes were completed at random.

Perfect CM7 to F7 chord double hit.

Then, another set of syncopations, Qin Jian hooked his little finger at the end of the last note, and a small ornamental note that touched the heart came out.

Perfect opening two bars.

Stepping on the rhythm of the sway, Qin Jian waved his arms, and his ten fingers went deep and shallow, outlining the bossanove that belonged to them in the ears of every listener.

A soft, lazy and unambiguous rhythm

Sweet and charming.

The moment the music sways, it can always be filled at the moment when the heart is out of control.

Then weightlessness again.

Wave after wave.

The cycle repeats.

But no one wants to stop feeling in their hearts.

......

"Hey, Chi Heng, what's wrong with you, I listen to it okay, anyway, I can't play this taste. ”

"Why Jazz?"

The expression on Chi Heng's face became a little strange when the first tone sounded on the stage.

It's like a person who has just crawled out of the edge of the desert, and instead of a bottle of water, a roast chicken appears in front of him.

What about Beethoven?

Bach, Haydn, Mozart, Handel, Liszt can do it!

Why Jazz?

"Did you say he was improvised?" the girl wondered suddenly.

"No," Chi Heng looked at the stage and shook his head, "Judging from the performance traces, I should have practiced many times according to the score." ”

"And this bossanove-style piece he showed a strange feeling, but I can't tell. ”

Some unnecessary chord voices could obviously be omitted, but he seems to have consciously accentuated them, and he seems to have used all the things that were originally just to promote the flow of the melody and increase the color of the chords, and he seems to have used them all to enrich the rhythmic combinations between the voices. ”

"Or did you change the score because you didn't have an accompaniment?"

Chi Heng looked at the man on the stage, and his eyes were even more puzzled.

Suddenly, the colors of the music changed.

The flirtatious lights of the jazz suddenly became serious, like the chant of the choir in the church.

This is how the melodic harmonic progression, with its distinctly baroque overtones, emerges.

Magnificent and gorgeous, with a regular tone and a fast scale and sentence.

"What the hell is this guy playing......

In an instant, Chi Heng's expression became wonderful again, and a layer of fine goosebumps appeared on the back of his neck.

......

Insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness.

Eternal and unchanging.

For the vast majority of listeners in the hall, melody, rhythm, harmony, and so on are not important.

The important thing is that it sounds good.

Even for some young ladies, it doesn't matter if it sounds good.

What matters is the angular side face, the white shirt with the open top button, and the slim black trousers.

Handsome, that's enough.

With the change of the color of the music, Qin Jian in front of the piano seems to have changed from a veteran in love to an indifferent missionary.

But it still can't stop the heat in everyone's hearing and feeling.

The music goes faster and faster, and the melody becomes more and more aggressive.

At the moment when everyone lifted their hearts and thought that the music was going to reach its climax.

Suddenly.

The music ends with a set of extremely dissonant chord "dang".

The end of the song.

Qin Jian put his hands away, got up, and watched the audience breathe rapidly.

As if he was still immersed in the music just now, his limbs picked up the microphone a little unnaturally.

"Thank you. ”

With a faint sound, the audience floated.

......

There wasn't much cheering, more applause, applause that lasted for a long time.

However, these are not important to Qin Jian.

Looking at the rapidly soaring value in his hand, Qin Jian touched his nose with some embarrassment.

When the applause completely stopped, everyone looked in the direction of the stage, looking forward to the next.

Qin Jian's expression relaxed, and he exhaled softly, and the corners of his mouth raised.

"Thank you. ”

Still with a faint sound, it floated to the bottom of the stage again.

......

In the next second, the audience screamed.