Chapter 285: I'm Not Alone

The faces of the rest of the pianists gradually changed from their previous eccentricities to contemplation.

Although I don't quite understand what Cheng Ran meant, Cheng Ran's talent and opinions on the piano are all in everyone's eyes and admired in their hearts.

"Is there a difference between a pianist and a worker?"

This time, Cheng Ran was not asking others, but asking himself, and after a while, he said to himself.

"There is no difference. ”

There is really no difference between the pianist and the workers on the construction site, Cheng Ran has been from the bottom, how low?

He moved bricks for other people, and helped wash dishes in the school cafeteria in order to transfer some living expenses, but he was forced to sweep the streets and work as a repairman because of introverted inferiority at the beginning....

and so on, the most inconspicuous professions in society, Cheng Ran has done a lot, a lot.

But is it different from today's pianists?

There is really no, but if someone is willing to call Cheng Ran the sweeping uncle, the dishwashing brother, the brick moving brother, and the repairman master, he can agree without hesitation.

Because he does, and it's not hard.

But if someone calls him a great pianist and a piano teacher, Cheng Ran couldn't help but feel weak when he heard this.

Why does he feel that he is not worthy of being called a pianist, a piano teacher?

No!

No, he just can't accept that a pianist and a piano teacher can have such a high status!

Why?

How easy do you think it is to sweep the streets?

You let those traffic stars get up at four or five o'clock and start sweeping the floor against the biting cold wind?

Do you really think it's easy to move bricks?

The dust in the sky, the huge and heavy physical labor can easily crush the back of a young man!

Washing dishes is simple?

Aunties can wash hundreds of dishes in an hour, while Cheng Ran had at most one or two hundred dishes an hour when he first started washing.

Now, even if Cheng Ran is allowed to use his current hand speed, he will definitely not be able to reach that terrifying speed.

The real reason why Cheng Ran has never wanted to admit that he is a pianist is here.

Why?

Why can a pianist be admired and established by so many people, while those ordinary people who are in the lower echelons and do many, many jobs that are unimaginable to ordinary people every day are just ordinary people?

Cheng Ran was suddenly a little afraid that the next time Xiaohua looked at her after knowing her identity, her eyes would not be so pure, so happy, and she would not run to herself shyly and twisted as if she had seen her relatives.

Cheng Ran like that, Cheng Ran didn't like it at all.

Even if there are many, many 100 million in his card, but that kind of Cheng Ran is really Cheng Ran?

The atmosphere gradually began to fall silent, and even Li Mengmeng couldn't help but widen her eyes at the expressions of the individuals in the room.

Some people are either happy, or relieved, or confused, or disdainful....

In the end, it was Mr. Hank who laughed out loud and caught everyone's attention.

Finally, when everyone was attracted to Hank to look at him, Old Hank said with a sigh.

"I'm not alone. ”

.............

Although Cheng Ran still didn't understand when Hank learned half-baked Chinese when he left, he finally understood what a big deal he was sitting on today!

He became Hank's successor.

He is currently the first young pianist under the age of 30 in the world.

Although there is no doubt about this, even without Hank's admission, judging from Cheng Ran's current situation, he is indeed the first pianist in the world to be thirty or even forty years old.

But with the status inherited by Hank, if the thirty-year-old pianist wants to enter or let the piano world recognize his talent, he needs to find Cheng Ran alone, or let Cheng Ran take the initiative to recognize his achievements.

"Hank isn't fooling people, is he? I really have that much power now?"

On the car back, Cheng Ran, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked at Li Qiuxue who was driving next to him in disbelief.

Li Qiuxue was obviously in a good mood now, and she explained to Cheng Ran the detailed interpretation of Hank's inherited status.

The rules of Hank's status are not as exaggerated as he said, at least there is no such tradition in Huaxia.

But it's different in the West, especially the big families, the famous music world, the families that have been famous for generations to train pianists, or other instrumentalists, especially to care about these old Western habits.

And Cheng Ran will not be affected on weekdays, if someone is willing to come to him, according to Hank, let him play his skilled piano or the music he composed.

Cheng Ran nodded when he felt that he could, and shook his head when he felt that it was not possible.

Of course, there is a little bit of trouble, whether it is nodding or shaking his head, Cheng Ran needs to say it or point out where it is good and where it is not good.

As for the Huaxia side, Hank also admitted that this part is not under his control, of course, there are some Chinese students who have approached him, and they have basically refused, and then I have never heard of those Chinese students spreading this habit in China.

"Alright, you just act like nothing happened. ”

Looking at the sullen expression of the co-pilot Cheng Ran, Li Qiuxue looked at him with some amusement.

"Otherwise, I'll give you this position? ”

The corners of Cheng Ran's mouth twitched, and he looked at Li Qiuxue and said with some grievances.

Li Qiuxue didn't care, and slowly drove the car to discuss with Cheng Ran about the Spring Festival Gala.

The Spring Festival Gala is now rehearsing, and depending on the situation, at least there is no problem to perform on stage.

At least Cheng Ran feels that his two programs are like this, although most of the "Self-Help Guide to the Spring Festival Gala" that Cheng Ran participated in are young people, but after this period of rehearsal and training, they basically will not make those low-level mistakes of stage fright and forgetting words.

As for "Heart Disease" played by Uncle Zhao and a few of them, there is no way to say that the few people in the audience are honest uncles and aunts next door, but when they came to the stage, they really had nothing to say.

Li Qiuxue drove very slowly, but in slow, in Kyoto, where there was no traffic, she finally arrived at the hotel where Cheng Ran lived.

Neither of the people in the car was in a hurry to get out of the car.

Li Qiuxue didn't rush Cheng Ran away, and Cheng Ran didn't mean to get out of the car.

A waiting Maserati was parked quietly on the side of the road under the hotel.

Cheng Ran's mind was empty for a while, after rehearsals tomorrow, the performance will be performed the day after tomorrow, this period of time can be regarded as unless the actor encounters something very important and very important, otherwise it is impossible to come out after the performance.

And Cheng Ran has also booked a ticket to Xiaohua Village, according to his plan, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, he should be able to celebrate the New Year with Xiaohua, a little girl who has always regarded him as his own brother, and visit the old people in the village together.

"Go down for a walk?"

Cheng Ran took the lead in opening the car door and walked down.

In fact, Li Qiuxue was also hesitating, how should she invite Cheng Ran to her house for the New Year.

But after thinking about many reasons, it seems that none of them are so feasible.

It is rare to see the moon in the sky of Kyoto at night, but there are still many dark clouds slowly approaching in the distance, and it seems that it will snow tomorrow at the latest.

"Cheng Ran!

Li Qiuxue leaned on the car door and finally mustered up the courage to invite Cheng Ran, but was interrupted by Cheng Ran as soon as she spoke.

"Qiuxue, I'll send you a poem. ”

"What?"

Cheng Ran leaned on the co-pilot's door, leaned on the roof of the car, looked at Li Qiuxue who turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile.

"The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, the spring breeze blows Revlon, if it weren't for the jade mountains, they would meet the moon in Yaotai. ”