Chapter 145: Dreams Gone with the Wind
Zuo Yongsi is all lost!
At this moment, he has already experienced the feeling of the masked superman when the top 30 enter the top 10.
I don't have the courage to fight anymore!
It was the fear and powerlessness of facing the king of the forest.
Although he still has a lot of works that he considers to be the bottom of the box, compared to Liao Yuan's song that breaks through the sky at hand speed, he knows that there is no reason to continue fighting.
"What's the name of this piece?"
In the midst of thunderous applause and attention, the host Zhang Hai asked excitedly.
"Second Rhapsody of War". Liao Yuan replied.
"Sure enough!"
Zhang Hai said with a smile: "There are many chords in the song that are very similar to the "Battle Array Rhapsody", and most importantly, the two pieces are equally excellent!"
The last "Rhapsody of War" has now become the signature of the Four Emperors Competition, and almost every audience of the competition has heard this piano piece, not only that, but more and more people have joined the audience camp because of this piano music, including some international piano masters.
And this "Second Rhapsody" obviously inherits the melody of the previous piano piece, but compared with the majestic and tragic majesty of the original song, "The Second Rhapsody" reflects the joy of post-disaster reconstruction after the battle.
The entire stadium cheered en masse.
Soon, under the auspices of Zhang Hai, a new round of voting began.
In the second round, 1712:281, congratulations to Uncle A for winning again and taking the lead in getting the match point. ”
There was no surprise, everyone applauded vigorously, and people's faces were full of excitement.
After today, Uncle A's masterpiece has been added to his masterpiece again!
The madman Ah Zuo's hands were already starting to tremble a little, and he lowered his head and looked at his hands, his eyes full of doubt.
I chose the piano, right or wrong?
It's also all accumulation, why does Uncle A's outburst make people feel so desperate?
The applause in his ears seemed to mock him.
Zuo Yongsi stood on the stage again, and slowly sat down on the piano bench under the gaze of people.
He looked at the eighty-eight black and white keys in front of him, his eyes full of confusion.
But in an instant, his hands were outstretched.
When he touched the keys, Zuo Yongsi's whole spirit was refreshed, as if he was reborn from the fire.
He played one majestic picture after another intensely.
Sometimes it is like a gallop of ten thousand horses, sometimes it is like a duel between a sacred cow, and even a phoenix spreads its wings and soars, swaying out of the sky and flying feathers!
Those pictures burst out of dazzling light in his mind, making his whole person full of mystery when he played.
The mysterious piano music danced in their ears, and the audience held their breath.
Zuo Yongsi...... Awesome!"
"Hong Kong's most talented pianist, his presence has injected tremendous vitality into the already moribund Hong Kong Opera House. ”
"There are still two brushes!"
"Seriously, with such a performance foundation, I can only get more than 200 votes in the last round of the competition, which is a bit too much!"
"Ah Zuo is not bad, he still has the courage to fight Uncle A! In the last game, the masked Superman didn't even have the courage to fight, and when he heard that the opponent was Uncle A, he ran away directly. ”
"Uncle A's works are getting more and more powerful, and he is simply a genius in the contemporary piano world. ”
"Even compared with the pianists in the classical piano world, Uncle A is not far behind. ”
"Alas, the piano prince who has wandered into the mortal world. ”
"Poof! Off topic! It's Zuo's playing time!"
Zuo Yongsi didn't take the external interference to heart at all.
At this moment, he put all his mind on playing, and there was no other sound in front of him except playing.
His university teachers often told others that the principle of the unity of the piano is to devote oneself to playing, to treat the piano as a part of one's body, and to play like an arm.
Zuo Yongsi has never reached such a state, because that kind of realm can only be formed by long-term exercise, almost entirely relying on muscle memory, but Zuo Yongsi is not a piano playing machine, he can't completely dedicate the whole person to the piano, so although he is very serious, he is still afraid of playing the wrong note.
But now, in a desperate situation, throwing away the shackles and shackles all over his body, Zuo Yongsi gradually has a sense of freedom beyond things.
What am I playing?
It doesn't matter.
The important thing is that I'm happy.
I could see the winding streams, the green fields of the jungle, the lightning and thunder in the sky.
I could see the huge oil painting falling from the sky, and the five birds and six animals in the oil painting were all running alive, tearing and biting hard.
I can still see the clouds and the mist reflecting each other, and see the endless sea, the sun wheel lifts the cloud curtain, lifts the xia tent, and wears colorful neon clothes, like a fluttering palace lamp, rising in the sky.
Zuo Yongsi had a relaxed smile on his face.
This "Secret Land" is his first famous work after graduation, and in 2014, he won the first prize of the Hong Kong New Youth Piano Competition.
Now, seven years later, he is still well-known in the industry, and classic anime theme songs have flowed out of his hands.
However, in the dead of night, whenever he sat alone in front of the piano, the first piano piece he inadvertently started was this "Secret Land".
For Zuo Yongsi, "Secret Land" is the beginning of his new life.
Now, too, is the end of his new life.
After today, he will accept the invitation of the Chinese University of Hong Kong to serve as a teaching assistant in the Department of Music, and train students for the future of the motherland.
As for dreams, let them go with the wind!
"His piano is all free and easy. ”
Xu Ling'er looked at Zuo Yongsi's eyes closed, his hands smoothly roaming the piano keys, and his face was full of anger: "Another great pianist has been beaten by you." ”
Under Liao Yuan's mask, there was a wry smile.
"Uncle A has been promoted, congratulations, I don't know if we can meet in the finals. ”
Yang Jie teased: "I really hope I have the opportunity to be beaten by Uncle A!"
"You can pull it down, your opponent is the piano saint Di Jiaci! It's not that I look down on you, if you can win a game in the hands of the first Jiaci, I will cover all your food expenses for a week!" Zheng Lan said with a smile.
Yang Jie wailed: "Dead fat man shut up for me!"
Liao Yuan asked, "Is Di Jiaci very powerful?"
"It's not just amazing, he was originally a benchmark for classical pianists, in the past, he was a genius boy on the same level as Lin Weiyin, with strong strength, he was better than Gao Feiliu back then. ”
Shi Ruoxiang sighed: "It's just that his shortcomings are also quite obvious, and he is an amorous seed." ”
"What kind of amorous seed? It's just a stallion. ”
Zheng Lan said disdainfully: "When I was in high school, I made the belly of other girls' bigger, and I was notorious, and I was kicked out of the circle by the classical piano world and came to our pop circle to survive, it's really strange how the official would allow this kind of person to participate, and he went to the top ten." ”