Wei Chenglin couldn't sleep all night, he couldn't figure out how this piece was copied anyway?

Li Lanlan and Dean Liu will definitely not, Wei Chenglin believes in the character of these two teachers, and the group of students at the Haida Conservatory of Music should not either, most of them are studying vocal music or music education, and original songs are not very attractive to them, unless someone maliciously retaliates. But Wei Chenglin thought about it, but he didn't come up with it, who has such a deep hatred with himself?

Until he got on the subway, he was still confused, he suddenly remembered Song Minrou, she was leaving this score that day, could it be that she leaked it?

But it's unlikely, Wei Chenglin understands her, although she has a bad temper, her character is still relatively clean. When she was a child, her father wanted to go through the back door and let her go to the piano competition, but she was so angry that she cried and made a fuss in the piano shop, thinking that her father had insulted her level. A high-minded and arrogant person like Min Rou disdains to make small moves behind his back.

Wei Chenglin pulled his hair in distress, why did he have to knock his head when the big war was coming?

Sun Ruiyang had already seen that something was wrong with Wei Chenglin, and he persevered in asking questions, and Wei Chenglin said: "Brother Ruiyang, the song I wrote was plagiarized. ”

"Huh?!"

"The inspiration may be the same, but it's too similar...... I've thought about it and denied it countless times, but that's what I wrote, and I couldn't have misheard it!"

The two of them had already walked out of the subway station and stood in the more prosperous international trade zone, Wei Chenglin was even more disheartened: "Forget it, people like me may not even be as good as an ant in the eyes of others, maybe people copy me, or still look up to me......"

"Cheng Lin, you can't think like this!" Sun Ruiyang interrupted him, and quickly calmed down: "You have been a piano genius since you were a child, who doesn't know Jixianglu? Although you are not very old, I am not surprised at all that you can write such a song." This is your achievement, and you must not be presumptuous!"

Sun Ruiyang looked at the time and said eagerly: "You have to distinguish between priorities and priorities, and it is important to seek justice, but the most important thing for you now is to win the grand prize!"

Wei Chenglin was still very distressed, and he even felt that if something like this happened before the competition, it might be providence that he would not be allowed to participate in the competition.

Sun Ruiyang was anxious: "Cheng Lin! If you want to get justice for yourself, you must win a prize in this competition! If you win this award, you will be able to prove your strength, even if you have to fight a lawsuit in the end, wouldn't it be more confident to have such a grand prize? If the other party looks down on you and slanders you, you will use this award to pressure them and let them see how powerful you are!"

Wei Chenglin suddenly sobered up, and he once again understood why Qiao Lin always chatted with Sun Ruiyang when she was unhappy. He's really good, and he always points out the most critical issues succinctly.

Wei Chenglin's eye sockets were hot, he bit his lip and said, "Brother Ruiyang, don't worry, I figured it out, I must win the grand prize!"

Sun Ruiyang smiled: "That's right! As long as the piano is mentioned, I haven't found that you can play better!"

"......" Wei Chenglin didn't know what to say, and the word "thank you" was too pale.

"Jolene has told me before, 'Heaven will descend on the people', and God is not not to let you participate, but to see if you can withstand the test. Sun Ruiyang patted him on the shoulder: "Come on!

Wei Chenglin nodded heavily, and then ran to the arena without looking back.

Sun Ruiyang looked at his back and smiled with satisfaction. He remembered that when the British S School came to visit the No. 2 Middle School, Wei Chenglin walked to the piano, as if to challenge the contempt of the world and complete a magnificent self-redemption.

"Cheng Lin, come on!"

On the subway back to school, Sun Ruiyang turned on his mobile phone and wanted to check the origin of the singer. At that time, the mobile phone was only a 2G network, 20M traffic per month, limited to hanging a QQ or something, and browsing the web was very stuck. But Sun Ruiyang couldn't wait, so he used Lao Niu to break the speed of the car and found out the singer's information.

Mu Feng, born in 1988, is a new generation of idol singers. When he was a child, he lived in Australia for a long time, and is currently studying at a music academy in China, because he likes the traditional culture of his motherland. On New Year's Day 2008, he released a new song "Star", which was a gift from his original intention to give back to fans who have supported him for a long time.

Sun Ruiyang stared at the phone screen and sneered. From the name to the resume, this singer is simply the standard configuration of the Mary Sue male protagonist in that era! He doesn't believe in the information of this singer at all, and he still needs to find out more.

After returning to school, he asked his female classmates if he knew the singer. A girl said excitedly: "Just him? I listened to his concert once, and I completely lost my fans." ”

"Why?"

The girl complained: "As soon as he sang, it was simply the scene of a car accident!" I was so embarrassed that I got goosebumps all over my body, and when I came back, I couldn't help but complain on the post bar, saying that he sang like this, and he was embarrassed to come out to make money...... I'm so!"

Another girl also said indignantly: "I advertised myself as an original singer, but I was scolded on the Internet, saying that many songs were not written by him...... Alas, if the strength is not good, the character is not good, so I will deceive those little girls!"

Sun Ruiyang's eyes lit up: "Does he have a plagiarism record?"

"Plagiarism is the most difficult thing to define, where can anyone win a plagiarism lawsuit? ”

Sun Ruiyang also had a headache, there was a boiling literary plagiarism case back then, and the lawsuit was very hard. If Wei Chenglin sues this male singer, it will also take a long road, and it will be easy to exhaust the little money left.

But if this matter passes like this, let alone Wei Chenglin, even Sun Ruiyang can't swallow this breath. He flipped through the professional book and prayed silently - I hope that the kid will not be affected by his emotions and will come back with a big prize.

Wei Chenglin hadn't participated in a piano competition for a long time, and he was still depressed because his work had been plagiarized. But when he was waiting outside, he heard the tunes played by other contestants, and his confidence gradually spread.

Most of the tunes played by those people are well-known to the public, which are stable and error-free, but they also do not reflect the technical level, and some people choose particularly difficult tunes, such as the third movement of the Moonlight Sonata that Wei Chenglin once played. However, he only dared to practice in private, and never dared to take it out to participate in the competition, and the devil knows how difficult it was to pick out the details of that song.

Because it was an amateur competition, the repertoire played by the players was not too long, and after waiting for about an hour, it was Wei Chenglin's turn. Wei Chenglin took a deep breath and walked onto the stage.

On the stage stood a grand piano, the brand of the sponsor of the competition, and the audience was very empty, except for a few judges sitting in the front row. During the preliminaries, he recorded a video and sent it to the organizers, and he was very relaxed when he played it himself, but now he has to face a professional teacher, and he still can't help but tremble.

"Hello judges, I am Wei Chenglin from Gangcheng No. 2 Middle School, my entry number is No. 10, and the entry piece I brought today is Chopin's "Narration No. 1 in G minor". ”

"Okay, please get started. ”

The judges didn't mean anything polite and gave orders like robots.

This piece was asked by Li Lanlan to practice, Wei Chenglin was not confident at the beginning, Li Lanlan said: "You will play Chopin in the future, you interpret his works best." ”

Li Lanlan said jokingly again: "When you played Chopin, your skills were indeed not as good as those graduate students in our academy, but your emotions were much richer than theirs. Maybe you're a romantic at heart!"

Li Lanlan may only say one or two nice words within a year, but this sentence gave Wei Chenglin great courage.

An old professor at the Haida Conservatory of Music was a big fan of Chopin and had a serious habit of artistic cleanliness, and he often criticized his students with righteous indignation—if he didn't have delicate emotions, he shouldn't play Chopin, because no matter how good his skills were, he couldn't understand the abundant emotions in the music, and it would spoil his music.

Wei Chenglin liked Chopin very much, but he was afraid that his level would drag down these pieces. When he was auditing a music class at Haida, Wei Chenglin heard the old professor's evaluation, and he didn't dare to touch it. But one day on a whim he played "Nocturne in E flat major", and the old professor actually listened quietly outside the door for a long time. When Wei Chenglin went out to fetch water, he was more shocked when he saw the old professor with an intoxicated face than when he saw a ghost, and he was so frightened that he threw the kettle far away.

Wei Chenglin originally thought that the old gentleman would blow his nose and stare at him, but the old gentleman patted him on the shoulder, smiled at him, and said, "You still have to practice your skills well." ”

Wei Chenglin regarded this suggestion as the highest appreciation, which meant that he could play Chopin to his heart's content. He had to work hard to hone his skills in order to be worthy of the music written by the masters and the cultivation of himself by these teachers.

Wei Chenglin sat on the piano bench, and he didn't know why he wanted to cry so much. Why did those teachers in Hong Kong City, those teachers who had to take hundreds of classes outside, allow him to sit in on the piano, and why did they allow him to go to Haida to practice? Those teachers and brothers obviously disliked him, but why didn't they drive him away once?

This question has been holding in his heart for a long time, and he wants to win a big battle, so go back and ask for clarification.

So, what is that thief who stole his score, Lao Tzu won't waste his energy for him! There are so many pairs of eyes in Hong Kong City looking at this, Wei Chenglin, you have to fight for breath!

"Isn't this classmate going to start yet?" the female teacher with eyes urged.

"This is where it begins. Wei Chenglin smiled at them, and then pressed the first note passionately.

The back of Wei Chenglin's hand is very beautiful, but all ten of his fingers have been ground into thick calluses, and I am afraid I can't count how many times it has been rubbed to the point of bleeding. But as soon as these hands touch the keyboard, they become the most shining elves, dancing on the keys.