"Actually......"

Just when the crowd was excited, a young but persistent voice sounded in the space: "His piano is really powerful!" ”

This figure is none other than Sun Hong's daughter: Sun Yiyi.

At this moment, this girl, who is only about ten years old, has a flushed face, but her expression is extremely strict and solemn.

A simple sentence makes the atmosphere of the space stranger.

For a while, when he looked at Dameng, there was surprise, curiosity, and of course, contempt and ridicule.

"If you want to hear it, I can play a ...... in front of you."

Da Meng's words paused, looking at several people whose faces were already showing impatience, he smiled helplessly: "If you don't want to listen, you can also leave now?" ”

Several of them were already a little impatient, and as soon as they heard this, they immediately stood up and walked out without thinking about it.

Before leaving, he glared at Sun Hong fiercely, as if he was blaming the other party for being irresponsible.

"You can go, but you have to be clear......"

Da Meng said slowly, causing several people who had already walked to the door to stop, "You went out of this door today, don't regret it in the future?" ”

Da Meng's tone was very peaceful, as if he couldn't hear any fluctuations, but when it resounded in the space, it made people feel a chill in their hearts for no reason.

The figure who was still a little hesitant, just after hearing this, felt a reason in his heart, and the figure who had just left his seat slowly sat down again.

"This man ......"

Mo Jiawen's face moved slightly, and her eyes glanced at Da Meng with some surprise.

Originally, her heart was also full of suspicion about Da Meng, but now she couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw the other party's appearance of victory, if someone like this is not overconfident, he is a person who is really capable.

Can......

Thinking back to the other party's actions some time ago, Mo Jiawen's heart couldn't help but doubt: Can such a ruffian really play the piano!?

Anyway!?

Mo Jiawen had already made up her mind in her heart, no matter how the other party played, her son would never let him teach.

First of all, the teacher's character is obviously a problem.

Yang Jianfei, who didn't have a good impression of Dameng, noticed the change in the expression on Mo Jiawen's face at this moment, and his face couldn't help but be gloomy, "So it's mysterious!" ”

A woman about forty years old, dressed in gold and silver, sneered for no reason, "Regret? Do you think you're Beethoven...... alive?"

The rest of the people also showed mockery and ridicule, obviously not taking his words to heart.

Da Mengtou stepped forward, ignoring the angry eyes of several people, resolutely closed the door, and turned to look at the remaining people on the field.

If you leave like this, there will be only seven or eight parents left of the original ten people.

Because of Dameng's actions, the space is shrouded in a layer of depression and solemnity.

"Even if you want to escape now, you can't escape!"

Da Meng opened his mouth to ease the atmosphere, but unfortunately it did not have a great effect.

Da Meng didn't care, walked to a piano, moved his fingers slightly, then took a deep breath and put his fingers on the keyboard......

Sun Hong didn't make the mistake of last time, and when Meng Xing sat on the piano chair, he was already close to the other party, and then secretly pressed the recorder.

Sun Yiyi's face turned red, and her eyes couldn't hide her admiration and excitement.

In comparison, the boy who was quietly staying by Mo Jiawen's side was full of perverse anger at the moment, and a pair of eyes looked at Da Meng's back and smiled coldly.

A pair of eyes condensed on each other's backs, some curious, some disdainful, and some suspicious......

One second!

Two seconds!

Three-second ......

Time passed slowly, and the unknown became more silent in the originally silent space.

Like the darkness before dawn, under the shroud of darkness, everything loses all sound, light, and color.

And in this desperate darkness, a series of extremely fast notes were like sharp arrows in the darkness, tearing apart the darkness in front of them at an extremely fast speed.

A series of notes like a storm shook everyone's eardrums......

Beethoven's Sonata in bB major, Op. 106, is known as the "Hammerklavier Sonata", which is also known as the famous hammer harpsichord sonata.

This work is arguably the most difficult, difficult, massive, esoteric and precipitous of Beethoven's piano sonatas.

The piece is a piano piece created with the idea of "inhuman" and "extraordinary".

The composer's "impersonalness" further directly exacerbates the technical difficulty of playing, making it one of the most difficult piano works to play

This can be regarded as one of Beethoven's masterpieces in his later years.

Even Beethoven's conceited "Mallet and Harpsichord Sonata" could not be performed until fifty years later.

And now Meng Xing plays this piano piece just to verify a sentence:

"Do you think you're Beethoven!?"

The first movement begins with a problem that all pianists are facing: an incredibly fast rate, which is almost an impossible requirement on a modern piano with heavy keys.

Even in the vast history of the piano, there is only one person who has met Beethoven's speed requirements, and that is the German pianist Schnabel.

The average pianist chooses to slow down the tempo in order to reduce the technical load and make the music more natural.

And Meng Xing ......

Now, with his own strength, he is reproducing this masterpiece of the Divine Comedy!

In front of everyone's eyes, Meng Xing's hand speed had already broken through the cognition of ordinary people, and his ten fingers were like phantoms, overlapping and changing on the keyboard.

In terms of musical melody alone, this piano piece lacks a pleasant melody and is reckless in sound, which cannot be described as beautiful.

However, it shows another layer of classical definition, which is the sublime, rejecting the scattered and laissez-faire of a qiē romanticism, and returning to the upright and rigorous sublime works of classical piano.

In an almost dreamlike performance, the first movement ends with a complete conclusion, followed by the second......

Meng Xing closed his eyes tightly, and his spirit and mind were devoted to an independent world isolated from heaven and earth, controlling this world with his own power.

Finally, the notes stood still, like a storm.

After playing the second movement, Da Meng finally reached his own limit, the limit of his body and spirit, and the inspirational memories that emerged in his mind faded at a visible speed along with his body.

Sweat soaked through Dameng's shirt, the sound of rapid breathing echoed in the space, sweat dripped down his forehead and fell onto the keyboard, and his fingers twitched and trembled uncontrollably.

The space was silent again, and even the sound of breathing disappeared, as if Meng Xing was the only one left in the entire space.

Then......

'Smack! Syllable! Smack......'

Sun Yiyi, who can now be regarded as the number one fan of Dameng, took the lead in clapping.

Immediately after, the space burst into thunderous applause.

A pair of eyes looked at the figure of the performer, like a giant, and had to look up at his back.

The boy who had a perverse look on his face before now opened his mouth wide, his eyes widened, his face turned red, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble, revealing what he should look like at his age......