In anticipation, Pollini began to play, the orchestra began to accompani, and the classic sound of the piano surrounded the elegant Vienna Konzerthaus, like a veil, caressing and combing in people's ears.

It has to be said that Pollini's piano skills are excellent, and the sound of the piano seems to have a unique magic, which reaches the depths of everyone's heart, touches their souls, and makes everyone's eyes light slightly.

In this soothing sound of the piano, everyone at this moment, all held their breath, listened quietly, and did not even dare to breathe a little heavier, for fear that any noise would interfere with the pure and beautiful music, and in the entire Vienna Concert Hall, only the crisp sound of the piano and the sound of people's breathing remained.

As the music progresses, the initial doubts and doubts are solved one by one, no wonder, Pollini will use this piece as the opening song, no wonder, he is so confident in this piece, like every living being, good music, in the hearts of those who love them, is also endowed with soul and connotation, this song, people have an indescribable moving and quiet, can also be said to be a classic of great success, there is no doubt.

They have no doubt that after today, this "River Follow in You" will become another classic in piano history.

At some point, the piano had stopped, but the people still remembered it as if nostalgic, and the concert hall was silent until Pollini got up and bowed, and the applause was so enthusiastic that it almost made one doubt that it would tear over the vault.

It is probably the most appropriate to describe the mood of the audience at this moment, in their feelings, they are not just listening to a piece of music, but as if they have experienced a life!

Who was the creator of this piece, and who was the new disciple of Master Pollini, became the biggest question that haunted their minds after the playing, tickling them like a cat's claw.

Pollini, however, was like a brilliant psychologist, and the more curious people became, the more he became more and more promising, without mentioning the author or his disciples, and meticulously carrying on the concert until it came to an end.

Seeing that there were fifteen minutes to go, the concert was coming to an end, but people still remembered the suspense that Pollini gave them.

"Finally, hand over the stage to my disciple and composer of the first piano piece, Masanori, and let him perform the last performance for everyone!" Pollini finally unveiled the mystery.

His voice was accompanied by the surprised exclamations and surprised looks of the people in the audience, because the man in the white suit who walked out of the stage behind the stage, with a tall posture, a face with oriental characteristics, and their familiar faces, combined with Pollini's name, they all thought of a person!

"Political discipline!

"Isn't he the Asian singer who's been very popular lately?"

"Masaki has such a talent for piano, and he is able to compose such excellent piano music!"

"It's so surprising that this singer of the East can become a disciple of Master Pollini!"

Offstage, the noise gradually rose Obviously, Masaki appeared in such an unexpected identity, which gave a lot of surprise to the people present, and recently the entire music scene has been popular with Masaki's album, so among the audience, there are not a few people who know Masaki, obviously, Masaki appeared in such an unexpected identity, giving the people present a big surprise.

The spotlight on Masaki's body, with his well-proportioned figure and handsome appearance, set off an even bigger wave throughout the Vienna Konzerthaus, and reporters and photographers captured the scene, which was a good news subject.

And at this moment, a girl sitting in a corner of the front row with a slight bruise in the corners of her eyes covered her mouth with tears in her eyes, holding the ticket tightly in her hand, her face was full of disbelief, she felt a trace of unreality, it was hard to imagine that the man who was shining on the stage, as a disciple of Master Pollini and a superstar in the music world, could intersect with his own life!

The lives of the two of them should be two parallel lines that will never intersect, he is a high-profile existence in the clouds, and she, just a gray practitioner who can't help herself, has become friends because of a coffee shop, an old man and the sea.

This girl is Elena who was discharged from the hospital after recovering from injury, and when she woke up that day, she found the concert ticket next to the bed, and naturally knew who left it, originally, she thought it was just an ordinary concert, but she didn't expect that this concert was held in the Vienna Concert Hall!

You know, in such a high-end place to hold a concert, all of them are world-class musicians, and the people who come are also high-level people, to be honest, to participate in such a concert, she is a little inferior, in her heart, people like her, in such a high-end concert, feel out of place, even make her hesitate before entering the door!

And what surprised Elena even more was the identity of Masaki, she was not sluggish, in the surprise and talk of the people around her, she finally remembered Masaki's identity, this seemingly approachable man, turned out to be a singer who has recently become popular all over the world!

Thinking that she handed over the recorded album to Masaki, Elena's face couldn't help but turn red, but her distraction was soon interrupted by a beautiful piano sound that she had never heard before, and her whole person was stunned.

Masaki on the stage, I don't know when he was already sitting in front of the piano, without any warning, and played.

Almost as soon as the rhythm sounded, people's attention was all attracted to it, just because this piece is too unique!

Different from other piano pieces that fade into * after the bland narration, the music played by Masaki under the hands of the stunner is a light and bright tune with high vitality from the very beginning!

Like the rising sun in tomorrow, in this unprecedented piano music, their hearts, as if in a warm field, feel the scorching temperature of the sun, every syllable, every pause, are like elves, beating pulsating melodies and dances in their hearts, everyone's expressions are frozen in this moment, staring blankly at the joyful dance on the black and white keys on the stage!

Elena sitting in the corner, breathing rapidly, at this moment, her eyes seemed to be burning violently, bright and scary, her heart was beating so fast, in this rhythm with a clear breakpoint, almost accompanied by the melody about to jump out of her chest!

She felt that the original gray life was now painted with brilliant and bright colors by the brush composed of this invisible music, and the sound of the piano, like the holy water that washed and stained her whole person, washed and infected her whole person from head to toe from soul to heart.

Those unbearable memories, those painful experiences, and countless sad people and things, in this sound of the piano, are like the ice and snow of the cold winter, and they have met the scorching sun, and there is nothing left.

She felt as if she had been reborn, a piano sound, a song of artistic conception, a dream!

Those former dreams seem to have wings in this piano sound, flying, getting closer and closer to herself, as if she is within reach, she feels that she has been as old as seventy or eighty heart, at this moment rejuvenated, back to the pounding that should belong to her age.

Life is so beautiful and vigorous, and the sound of the piano can be so moving!

There has never been such a song, starting from high, passing from high, and ending with high!

In the private room of the VIP seat, several men and women sat inside, listening quietly, and one of them, a woman with the unique intellectual and gentle temperament of an oriental woman, sat next to a handsome young foreign man, looking at the man on the stage with complicated eyes.

In her eyes, there is a mist that flickers and flickers with indescribable complex emotions, life seems to be a piece of paper, and emotions are like a pair of hands folding traces on the top, creases, no matter how many times they are smoothed, they cannot completely disappear.

Sometimes, the more people who want to dodge, the more they enter the field of vision in an accident, and the man on the stage always appears in front of him in various unexpected postures when he thinks he is about to forget him, making her want to forget, but the more unforgettable.

That's right, the woman sitting in the private room is Han Chang, who has been absent for a long time, this concert was Jerry who brought her and her friends to listen, but she didn't expect to see Zhengji here.

At this moment, the music played by Zhengji, as if it was the key to the door of memory, brought Han Chang to that unforgettable summer, and the scenes of the past seemed to be repeated, making her eyes moisten unconsciously.

This made her a little nervous, and she pretended to wipe the corners of her eyes inadvertently, and glanced at Jerry beside her, fortunately, he was still immersed in the sound of the piano, and didn't seem to notice his gaffe.

Everyone, all tears, everyone, don't want to wake up, music, is the magic wand in the hands of the performer, is the brush in the hands of the painter, giving them countless touches, as if linking their lives together, the past, the present, the future, are so clear and nameable.

Pollini sat on the chair backstage, his eyes fluctuated like ripples like water, this song, even if he had heard Masaki play a few times, but every time he heard it, there was still an inexplicable touch, he looked at the Masaki sitting in front of the piano on the stage, the relief and joy in his eyes were incomparable, he was extremely grateful to God at this moment, so that he could harvest a disciple who was so good that he was proud of himself in his old age, a talented friend, a successor, and a writer destined to be famous in the history of piano creation！