Lin Weiyin's thin lips were moist and gently bit down on a red apple.

She was dressed in casual attire for an evening stroll, her arms propped up on the guardrail on the second deck, her pretty eyelashes trembling slightly, and her eyes looking down.

She has always believed that a truly great pianist, even if he does nothing and just sits there, can amaze the whole time.

This extraordinary attraction comes from what the pianist insists on and loves......

In the Vatican, she had the privilege of meeting an old woman who was transcendent.

Even if you just sit there, you will be surrounded by countless worshippers praying devoutly.

And today, she seems to have seen another ......

Lin Weiyin was full of interest.

On the deck, in the midst of all the attention, Liao Yuan slowly sat down, and after getting used to the pedals and keys a little, he began to play.

When the piano sounded, in an instant, the holy light of the void began to flow rapidly in Liao Yuan's fingertips.

From south to north, from black to white.

He closed his eyes suddenly......

Silent play?

The audience burst into admiration.

In just an instant, people's ears were filled with a rousing melody.

The sound of the piano, like a dusk drum and morning bell, pierces people's hearts bit by bit, making people's mental power appear absolutely focused.

Everyone's hearts trembled.

At that moment, people seemed to hear the neighing of fierce horses in their ears, galloping in the vast desert in the distance.

Under the sky, the slow-moving caravans, the ruined post roads, the solemn Buddhas, the desolate ancient cities, everything, desolate and mottled......

The wind is howling, and the yellow sand is raging.

Under all this barrenness and dilapidation, there seems to be a green green bud, swaying in the wind......

No matter how windy the wind blows, heavy rain, lightning flashes, and lightning strikes, it stands there.

It's like it's been there since ancient times!

What a breathtaking picture!

In the midst of despair, a new life is born!

Everyone was shocked and speechless!

In the crowd, Xi Yun, who was dressed in an evening dress, looked at Liao Yuan, who was playing with his eyes closed, his heart seemed to be in his throat, and he was almost so excited that he screamed!

She squeezed the corners of her skirt hard, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

At that moment, she seemed to see the teenager who had once dominated the campus......

"Mr. Xi, Mr. Xi!"

In his ear, someone said: "Your company is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, why is a big pianist willing to be a small anchor?"

"Looking for inspiration?"

"Could it be that this song was composed by him in the city?"

"Isn't this brother far away the one who broadcasts "Ghost Blowing the Lantern"? My God, this is too handsome!"

"Not only a pianist, but also a novelist, Mr. Xi, Mr. Xi, can you give me the contact information of this gentleman?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I want it too, I want it too!"

The commotion of a group of celebrities chattering caused dissatisfaction among the surrounding pianists.

Many turned their heads and glared at them, so that the latter were suddenly silent.

Zhang Chao is probably the most excited one on the scene.

Liao Yuan was brought by him, and now giving him such a boost in face makes him vain.

From time to time, there were pianists around him who asked him about Liao Yuan's personal situation, and even some of them were master pianists who were usually extremely cold and disdainful of dealing with him, which made Zhang Chao's heart flutter.

At this moment, he took on the responsibilities of Fu Xiaoci part-time, and after introducing Liao Yuan's situation, he released his business card one by one.

Gao Feiliu is full of enjoyment, "Out of the Western Regions" is a song that he often plays when he has nothing to do recently, but the score is incomplete and cannot achieve the effect of soul resonance.

And now, the full version is in front of him, and the original creator himself plays it, and the tragedy, hardship, and belief in victory make Gao Feiliu inexplicably excited.

Although he is only thirteen years old, because he often performs in various countries, his experience is not rich, he can probably count one or two of all the well-known pianists in the world, and most of them have exchanges, but no one can be like Liao Yuan, a moving song!

Liao Yuan, who was playing with his eyes closed, seemed to be entangled with an indescribable magic all over his body.

The magic was irresistible and captivating, and the surging notes that kept pouring out were like a tidal wave raging in the air, dancing and swirling around people's eardrums.

They scrambled to stir up circles of fluctuations, spreading to every pore of their bodies, making people shudder.

"This is a talent!"

Meng Han turned his head and smiled at Xu Sanguan, the music director of the Jiangnan Opera House: "Director Xu, the opportunity cannot be missed, and if it is lost, whether the Jiangnan Opera House will be in heaven or hell in the future depends on whether you can grasp this person." Let me tell you, this person is much stronger than the Uncle A on the Internet, and any opera house will be like a tiger with wings when he gets his hands on him. ”

Xu Sanguan smiled bitterly and said, "Meng Han, do you think this kind of good opportunity will be left to me?"

In Xu Sanguan's view, this song "Out of the Western Regions" is simply magnificent, and this is just a piano performance.

If you join the concerto and then adapt it into an opera, my God, this is a theater hit!

And how can a musician who can create such a work be willing to be a pianist in an opera house?

Meng Han said indifferently: "I know what you are worried about, but, in my opinion, although this person has extremely strong creative ability, judging from the fingering he plays, his playing ability is obviously only at an average level." Of course, by the general level, I mean in an international context. Well, in fact, even in China, his performance level is only average. ”

"Even Gao Feiliu admires him very much......" Xu Sanguan was a little unconfident.

Meng Han said disdainfully: "That guy Feiliu has great respect for any composer, don't be misled by him." Don't you see how old this guy is, he looks like he's over twenty-five years old!"

"At this age, he hasn't made a career yet, and obviously his playing ability is lacking in a certain amount. This person is a natural composer, but not a natural pianist, if the Jiangnan Opera House is willing to spend money, I think there is still a certain chance to win this person. Of course, that Uncle A is not bad, but judging from the current performance level, this is far away, and it is obviously more suitable for Jiangnan Opera House. ”

Xu Sanguan was obviously moved by what Meng Han said.

When he looked at Liao Yuan, his eyes flashed with hunger......

But it didn't take long for him to see Liao Yuan's performance becoming more and more popular, and there seemed to be holy light wrapped around his body, he suddenly shuddered, and then said with a wince: "Meng Han, don't lie to me, no matter how I think he is a great pianist!"

Meng Han was depressed in his heart and looked at the sky speechlessly.

After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Xu Sanguan, for the sake of the previous relationship, I will help you for this last time today! Wait for me to play, let you see, what is the real great pianist!"

"The four words of the grand pianist are not something that a cat or a dog can afford!"