The moonlight shines brightly on the land.

Zhou Yang's expression was both pious and serious.

When he gently stretched out his fingers and put them on the black and white keys, his whole person was isolated from the world around him, and he was naturally immersed in some mysterious space.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Yang's temperament seemed to change in an instant, and began to exude a bit of sacredness and solemnity from the depths of his soul, which made the breathing of the person next to him involuntarily stagnate slightly.

The sound of charades and discussions outside the courtyard gradually became quieter, and only the faint hustle and bustle and the sense of family celebration remained in the distance.

George stared at Zhou Yang's face, and he couldn't help but feel a stronger sense of jealousy in his heart.

He himself is not as handsome as Zhou Yang, let alone the masculinity of Zhou Yang, coupled with today's various blows, his emotions are extremely easy to get excited.

was originally a high-minded and high-profile rich son, but after arriving in China, he should have been radiant, which amazed countless musicians, but he was reduced to a supporting role background one after another.

And most importantly......

He couldn't even figure out why a rural villager could create a noble "musical art" that only the superstructure could appreciate......

His teacher, Perasia, once told him that the true creation of musical art requires years of accumulation, unparalleled talent and God's gift to present to the world, and some people cannot write a piece of music in their lifetime......

[Teacher Perasia can't be wrong!] 】

[He's pretending to be a ghost!] Yes, he must be playing tricks! 】

[As long as he is given enough time, he can expose the inside story of the saxophone in "Coming Home", and Master Kenneth is not necessarily authoritative! 】

[Moreover, how could he compose any good piano music in a short period of time?] If the melody can be smooth, it's amazing, okay]

[Pretend, pretend, you always have a time to show your stuffing]

[Or did someone write a piano piece for him in advance?] Looking at the power of the An family, it doesn't seem to be difficult to invite a person of this level to create a god! 】

[Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!] 】

【……】

People are always like this, when they encounter something that subverts cognition, they often try their best to find any reason that can be figured out, and then comfort themselves.

All George could figure out was conspiracy theories, so-called deals, and what was going on behind the scenes.

Otherwise, why should he?

How can a non-professional creator compare to his hard work and talent for more than ten years?

George found an excuse to comfort himself and a reason, but thinking about it didn't make him feel better, but he was even more jealous!

The wind is getting stronger.

By the window, the manuscript written by Zhou Yang was blown up, and Zhou Yang lowered his head as if he didn't notice it, and finally played the piano music.

The melody played is relatively coherent and pleasant, but the way of playing and the sound seem to be extremely unskillful, and a few noises pop up.

There was a burst of discussion around them, and the onlookers inevitably felt a sense of disappointment in their eyes.

[Hehe, that's it? 】

[It seems that this time, it's a big shame. 】

The seriousness and nervousness on George's face, and even the trace of jealousy in his heart, disappeared in an instant, only a burst of unbelievable mockery.

He looked at Han Yan and found that Han Yan was also unbelievable, Zhou Yang's extremely unskilled playing technique made people feel very embarrassed, at most slightly better than the so-called beginners.

But there was no sense of rhythm to speak of, and even after playing to the back, the tone was no longer coherent, and it was as embarrassing as if a twelve-year-old child was playing......

Han Yan has a great sense of disparity......

When he looked at George, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then he shook his head slightly, and began to be full of mockery.

After studying Western music for so many years, it is easy for them to see through this kind of extremely immature, amateurish level of playing, which will never create any good music.

It's common sense!

There was only schadenfreude on George's face, and he listened to the piano music played by Zhou Yang.

In his ears, he already regarded this playing technique as "indiscriminate", and it was very low-level.

He looked around, especially at the people in the other music circles......

But to his surprise, the people in the music industry did not ridicule, but everyone had serious expressions, as if they were collectively hypnotized, and became "witnesses" of something.

What's going on with them? Has the level of music in Huaxia been so low?

Can't even detect such a low-level thing?

George felt that he had seen more than he knew......

The wind is getting stronger......

Zhou Yang's handwritten manuscript was blown to the ground from the side of the piano, and Zhang Zunlian, a famous erhu artist, lowered his head and picked up the manuscript for the first time.

Then a stunned look flashed on his face, and then he became more serious, and the suona master Tong Yuan next to him also came over, and then his face began to become more serious, and he opened his mouth......

Then, the heads of the music circle moved slightly, and they all looked at the handwritten manuscript.

After George watched the change in his expression, he unconsciously became curious about the manuscript.

What exactly is written in the manuscript?

It was at this time......

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

George subconsciously looked in the direction of the piano, but saw that Zhou Yang's face was embarrassed, completely devoid of the holiness and seriousness of Fang Cai, and even a little shy and afraid.

Obviously, he also didn't realize that so many people were watching him......

Zhou Yang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything for a long time, and then the erhu master Zhang Zunlian walked towards Zhou Yang with the manuscript as if he realized something.

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"Xiao Zhou, how do you need us to help you?"

"Teacher Zhang, I, I need a teacher who can play the piano, well, if I can, I want a teacher who can play the organ, this is a symphony ......"

"Well, okay, wait a minute, I'll look for it, by the way, do you need a different occasion? The occasion was noisy......"

"Well, why don't you change it? Anshio, is there anything else here, a little more empty than that? Or, a separate performance room......"

“……”

The world is really weird sometimes, at least, George sees it weird.

He saw a young man who played the piano so badly that he asked Zhang Zunlian, an erhu master from the Yenching Conservatory of Music, to assist in the creation.

He opened his mouth wide and tried to say something sarcastic, but eventually found that something was stuck in his throat......

The scene was too serious, all of these music masters in Huaxia were extremely serious, and some of them couldn't hide their surprise on their faces, and they stepped forward to surround Zhou Yang and whispered their suggestions.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Yang has become a person who has been in the limelight again.

George, who had left, felt that all this was too unbelievable, he instinctively looked at Han Yan, but saw that Han Yan was also confused, obviously not understanding the situation.

Not much......

These musicians in China cheered farewell to these people who settled down.

After Old Man An Jianwu watched Zhou Yang being embraced, he was smiling vigorously, with a bit of pride on his face, and he couldn't help nodding.

An Xiao followed behind Zhou Yang......

When passing by Han Yan, An Xiao paused slightly and looked at Han Yan with a little hesitation.

"Do you want to go together?"

"Huh?"

Han Yan was stunned, and before she could react, she saw her mother coming over, holding her hand, with a serious look on her face: "Come along, I heard some rumors... Maybe you'll remember it for the rest of your life......"

“？？？” Han Yan was incredulous, but she still nodded and walked over.

George stayed where he was, and although everyone was polite to him, he seemed like a misfitplace at this moment.

He finally followed and got into Han Yan's car.

"Your prospective brother-in-law, it's amazing......"

"He has a lot of amazing works, and if you can concentrate on completing some of them, it will definitely be a ......."

"This is the original words of Mr. Zhang Zunlian and the old dean of Yenching Conservatory of Music, I just asked ......"

Han Yan was shocked by her mother's chattering voice.

She had a feeling that the whole world was going crazy for a while.

George shook his head, thinking it was ridiculous.

A few moments later, his cell phone rang.

He answered the phone as if he had found a savior.

The call was from the teacher, Perasia.

"I've heard the saxophone song 'Come Home'......"

"Teacher Perasia, how's it going?" As if he had found a savior, George asked the question anxiously.

"Masterpiece! Why do Chinese people create such amazing works? It's incredible! ”

The teacher, Perasia, was amazed and amazed, and after saying this, she hung up the phone, leaving George with a shocked face.

Bang!

George felt as if something was exploding in front of his eyes.

He stared blankly at the window of the car, and for the first time he wanted to laugh wildly, he thought that he was probably crazy, or that it was a dream demon that would be difficult to wake up from for a long time.

At this moment, he felt that all common sense, cognition, and worldview had all become shattered......

He followed Han Yan out of the car and into the concert hall.

The moonlight is like a disk, hanging high in the sky, unusually bright.

He walked in in a daze, and sat down on the side, feeling like a minion, and feeling like a silent supporting character.

A few white old men walked in the distance, and the old people didn't greet George and Han Yan, and as soon as they came in, they walked towards the edge of the stage.

Zhang Xia also came over, Han Yan and Zhang Xia were very familiar, and stood up for the first time, called Grandma Zhang Xia, but saw Zhang Xia nodded, and then sat in the corner in front of her.

The lights are on, large and spacious......

Violin, double bass, flute, single yellow pipe, double yellow pipe, bassoon......

One by one, the instrumentalists walked in one after another, and everyone gathered around Zhou Yang on the stage, looking so laborious.

Zhou Yang was surrounded and seemed a little incredulous, but in the end he nodded, shook hands with everyone seriously, and said something.

"Sorry, please don't go in again......"

Han Yan wanted to hear what they were saying, but found that the security guard came over and stopped him, and at the behest of his parents, the security guard let him go.

But it stopped George.

"Sorry...... It would be nice to put one in for the piano player. ”

George was very undignified and was stopped, and then his face turned red.

The dignity and pride at this moment seemed to have been trampled under someone's feet......