If Brosnan's piano sound is mercury, then Chen Guang's piano sound at this time is a natural spring rain. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If Brosnan's notes are beating elves, then Chen Guang's notes are angels who fly out of it after opening the gates of heaven.

Brosnan's blues showed a beautiful picture for the audience in the café, but Chen Guang's performance, composed by the Holy Grail of Babel, and the blues jazz performed by the NPCs in the cup, opened a holy door to the other side of perfection for the audience.

For human beings, true perfect music will never exist, because human beings are always striving for better.

In the human state of mind, perfection is the other side that everyone wants to achieve, but can never achieve.

But for Chen Guang and the Holy Grail of Tongtian, what he took out may not be perfect in the Endless God Realm, but in terms of the current perspective and level of human beings, there is really no need to pick.

The incomparably beautiful notes burst out from Chen Guang's fingertips, lingering in this café.

Although it is an imaginary number, it actually refers to the fact that the music is too beautiful and beautiful, and it can't help but echo repeatedly in people's minds.

At this moment, Chen Guang's music has such an effect, penetrating the eardrums, hitting people's hearts, and carving the imprint of this piece in the depths of people's souls.

Of course, although the music created by the Holy Grail of Tongtian is perfect, only Chen Guang can interpret it.

Even if you change someone casually, no matter how powerful a real master is, even if you temper yourself in the process of playing, it is impossible to achieve true perfection like Chen Guang.

Even if any one of the seemingly trivial notes has an error of less than 0.001 second, it will become a flaw in the whole performance process, and it will be infinitely magnified in the ears of those who understand music, and then affect the performance effect of the whole piece.

Just like Leonardo da Vinci's paintings, what is contained in each heirloom work is the inevitability brought about by Leonardo da Vinci's artistic achievements and the accidents that he mastered when his creative inspiration burst out.

Leonardo da Vinci perfectly blended the two factors of necessity and chance, and the chemical reaction in art occurred, and only by changing from quantity to quality could it become a true classic.

In such a work, even if it is just a little wrong, it seems inconsequential, or even only the size of a hair, it will become a lingering defect.

Letting others play Chen Guang's music can never be separated from the difference in actual performance effect brought about by individual differences.

Everyone's talent is different, the length of the fingers, the dexterity, the speed of the brain when analyzing and thinking about the score, there will be such and such differences, then the rhythm of their tapping keys will also be different, and even the pianist's own personality will affect the music they present, which is why many piano artists will have different styles when playing the same music.

But playing the "work" of the Holy Grail of Babel does not require any personal style, only a completely accurate reproduction of the original sound.

Because the piece itself is so perfect, any personal performance is redundant, and only the restoration of its original is the highest artistic achievement.

As far as the original sound is concerned, looking at the world, I don't think twice except for Chen Guang.

In terms of musical creativity, Chen Guang is almost zero, but in terms of the expressiveness of piano music, as a humanoid jukebox, he said that he is the second in history, and no one dares to say that he is the first in history.

What kind of artistic talent, use a ball, brother, what I pursue is precision!

In the haze, the expressions of the people in the café changed from angry and dazed at first to unconsciously intoxicated.

The same is true of Brosnan standing behind Chen Guang, although he said that anyone can play on stage before, he has already chosen a candidate in his heart.

It's just that Chen Guang pretended to be blind and went directly to the stage and caught him off guard, but when he wanted to stop it, Chen Guang was already sitting on the stool and firing.

Brosnan was very calm at first, but when he heard that Chen Guang played a different tune from himself, and it was not the same as the original soundtrack of the movie, he felt very disdainful at first, thinking that this blind man was too confident.

Do you think anyone is qualified to adapt Ennio's work?

Do you really understand what you're doing?

But the words mocking Chen Guang in his heart were not finished, and after Chen Guang's second note came out, he was stunned for an instant, and then an unbelievable thought popped up in his heart.

What's going on?

It seems like...... Is his adaptation better than my and Malfoy's?

How can it be!

It's music, it's art!

How could I possibly feel this way after just listening for a few seconds?

Artistic achievement is not a 100-meter race, where is it so easy to judge good and bad?

I was hallucinating in my head!

Brosnan once again concentrated his mind and worked harder to comprehend the movement played by Chen Guang.

His own artistic achievements were the highest in the café at this time, and when he was engrossed in it, he was completely enchanted in an instant, and froze in place like a wax figure in Madame Tussauds.

He was in a trance, and he felt that he was vaguely wandering in the sea of music and could not extricate himself.

Each note played by Chen Guang seemed to fall on the canvas with stunning strokes, forming a picture scroll in front of Brosnan, pulling him into this scene and scroll.

These notes are like wall tiles, building beautiful buildings one after another around him, making him feel as if he is in a quiet castle for a while, as if he is in a Munich factory with the roar of machines, and then as if he is standing in front of the Louvre and looking up.

Vaguely, the picture changes again, and Brosnan's memories are pulled back to his childhood.

Looking around, the sixty-one-year-old Brosnan's eyes were full of the back of his sixteen-year-old self.

He seemed to be back in the school full of camphor trees, walking side by side with Verina on the path sprinkled with dead yellow leaves, and as he walked down, his ears were full of the rustle of fallen leaves as they were trampled.

Verina is also using her oriole-like voice to outline a bright future for the two of them.

The soothing and melodious blues completely swept the old man named Brosnan into the whirlpool of memories, sinking deeper and deeper, and devouring his soul.

When the sound of the piano gradually stopped, it was a long time before Brosnan came back to his senses in a trance, and when he touched his face, there were wet tear stains on his face.

Verina has been dead for almost ten years, and twenty bouquets of lilacs have been exchanged at her grave.

He looked around again, and the hundreds of people in the huge café were the same.

Everyone's face was stained with tears, even the strong men who played ice hockey, and their eyes were just as hazy.

Chen Guang, who was dressed as a blind man, stood up, and a middle-aged black man next to him quickly got up and pushed his own chair in front of Chen Guang, "Sir, please take a seat." ”

Chen Guang was not polite to him, and sat down very calmly.

If he had only shown average strength, these Brosnan fans in the café would not have been so impressed by him and shown him so much respect.

However, what Chen Guang came up with was a perfect adaptation from the world of the cup, the most perfect tune in the true sense.

Although it is impossible to speak lightly about piano performance in the usual sense, the level shown by Chen Guang is too high, so that people can know that this will become an eternal classic that transcends time!

The strength he displayed was so overwhelming that many people in the room, like Brosnan, quickly had thoughts in their minds that his adaptation was better.

But others didn't know that this was the result of the Holy Grail of Tongtian, but it was an adaptation and creation of Chen Guang himself, and people's admiration for him rose to another height and realm in an instant.

People slowly turned their eyes to Brosnan, and they couldn't help but feel some sympathy for this famous jazz master, this should have been his stage, how could such a blind master appear inexplicably.

The five-member punk band that "forced" Chen Guang onto the stage was extremely embarrassed at this time.

Mr. Brosnan should not be too embarrassed if he only walked up on his own, but it was precisely because of the stimulation of his own people that he said in public that he thought Brosnan was talking wildly.

I thought he didn't know what to say, but now I know that people have real talent and real learning, and there is nothing wrong with what they say!

It's embarrassing, isn't that roasting Mr. Brosnan on the fire?

Mr. Brosnan seems to be kind, but in fact he is arrogant, which is almost known in the entire European and American music circles.

What will he do now?

When the matter passes, will he look back and hold a grudge against us for embarrassing him?

Finally, in full view of everyone, Brosnan lit a cigar and took a hard breath.

He turned back to Chen Guang's direction and bowed suddenly, "Thank you, sir, for letting me hear such a beautiful music, thank you sir for teaching me a truth, never underestimate others!"

Someone secretly silently added a sentence to Brosnan, never underestimate people with physical defects, God knows if blind people are particularly scary in hearing, God knows if deaf people are Beethoven!

Chen Guang, who pretended to be successful, was also in a good mood, and sat on the chair and nodded to Brosnan in an old-fashioned manner, "Mr. Brosnan is polite, you are also very good." ”

"Thank you, sir, for the compliment, may we know your name?"

Chen Guang thought for a moment, "Just call me Blake." ”

When he spoke, he did not depart from the world's acting skills, but made his behavior and tone look like he was really an incognito blind master.

Brosnan said, "Okay, Mr. Black!"

Chen Guang bowed slightly, "So now, should I play the next song?"

Brosnan hummed, "I'm sorry, I need to take two puffs of my cigar to calm down." ”

After he took two puffs of his cigar comfortably, he reacted coldly, "Am I not the same as Jerry in the movie?"

The crowd next to him burst into laughter.

Brosnan's old face flushed, "I'm not as good as Mr. Jerry Morton, but you ...... Mr. Black."

Chen Guang interrupted him, "I'm not 1900, I can stand on the land of Princeton, and I won't drown at sea." ”

Everyone in the café laughed again.