"It's perfect, a very good original piano piece, isn't it?"

The host also came on stage very excitedly at this time, stood beside Jiang Kan, and said into the microphone emotionally.

"Thank you Mr. Jiang Kan for the wonderful performance you have brought us, Mr. Jiang, on behalf of my colleagues, I would like to ask you, what is your original intention in composing this piano piece? What are the creative ideas, and are there any difficulties encountered in the process of creation? Can you give us an answer? ”

He handed the microphone to Jiang Kan, and then stood aside with great reverence.

No way, as the top people in the industry, they all know how difficult it is to create a piano piece, especially such a perfect and excellent piano piece.

This is not as simple as an ordinary composer writing an ordinary pop song.

If the control of classical music, piano music theory, and rhythm has not reached a peak, ordinary people will not even be able to compose a piano piece like "Little Star" (that is, twinkle and twinkle) (this children's song is actually a simplified adaptation of Mozart's work in C major, K.265/300e).

For example, Jiang Kan was able to compose such a beautiful piece in the modern decades when original piano music was almost stunt, which is really a great event in the piano music industry, and a major work worthy of all musicians to stand up and salute.

And it is very natural for Jiang Kan to encounter such a strong courtesy in such a top university.

"Ah......h

This interview was something Jiang Kan hadn't thought of before, but he didn't panic at all, after all, he had seen some people in the world.

"The original intention is to cope with a business order of the company, hehe, it is the theme soundtrack of "City in the Clouds" released by Beiying Animation of Fusang Country a few days ago."

"The idea is that it's too abstract to say, but it's roughly imagining yourself piloting a very old propeller biplane, chasing birds in the sky, and then stumbling upon an ancient city floating above the clouds...... That's probably it, I can't describe how much it is......"

"As for whether there are any difficulties...... Actually, no, the creative process is still very smooth, and the biggest difficulty may be that I will keep getting up and going to the toilet halfway, because I drink too much coffee to keep refreshing, haha. ”

It's not a very serious interview, and because after all, this is a song provided by the system, Jiang Kan, who is not too thick-skinned, also brought it lightly.

However, the 300 industry elites in the audience generally regarded Jiang Kan's self-humility, so they also responded with warm applause and paid the highest respect to this humble musician.

"I heard that Mr. Jiang has recently created a new work, which has never been officially released to the public, I wonder if we are fortunate to be able to listen to Mr. Jiang's masterpiece on such a solemn and special stage today?"

Jiang Kangang wanted to sneak off the stage while the host was not paying attention.

But he was still caught by his quick hand, so he had to smile bitterly and continue to stay on the stage, this time it seemed that he couldn't hide from the performance.

"Okay, since you can afford it, then I will be ugly in front of you today."

Since you still can't hide, let's go on, the ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws, maybe this is the best opportunity for "To Alice" to be introduced to the world?

"Okay, the stage is left to Mr. Jiang, everyone hold their breath and listen!"

The tide of applause rang out again, completely submerging the stage, and Jiang Kan sat down on the bench in front of the piano again in this warm applause, took a deep breath, and prepared to start playing.

"To the First TA, dedicated to everyone."

He spoke into the microphone, whispered his revised title, and began to play.

A soft melody slowly flowed from the keys under his fingertips.

Incomparably gentle, incomparably beautiful, with a hint of melancholy spreading and reverberating in the hall, like an elegant middle-aged man looking at a young girl from afar, his heart is full of good feelings and yearning for her, but he is limited by his own age gap and does not dare to come forward to show his love melancholy and regret (from the real story of Beethoven who wrote this song for his female student Teresa).

Jiang Kan is already very proficient in this song because he has to play it almost several times every night when he goes home, so he is also playing with his eyes closed at this time, and he himself has been completely immersed in this incomparably beautiful and exquisite music.

As the interlude was played, the murmur of the pulse turned into a pleasant conversation, and the music became smooth, cheerful, and gorgeous, and his right hand played lightly with ornamentation and dotted sixteenth notes, which made the melody instantly come alive, as if the bright and cheerful intonation of a girl was whispering in his ear.

The left hand plays the decomposition and melody smoothly and smoothly, gentle and cordial, as if the player is constantly responding to the girl's whispers, and the two enjoy a rare time together harmoniously and warmly.

Four minutes and fifteen seconds passed quickly.

Jiang Kan's performance also came to an end in the fading piano sound.

It wasn't until he finished playing the last few syllables that he paused briefly, then stood up and walked to the center of the stage and bent down to greet everyone.

And the 300 people in the audience still haven't woken up from this wonderful melody.

They are like the sailors of ancient Greek legends, who met the Siren sitting on the reef as they passed through the island of Circe, and heard their soul-bound songs.

Some of the audience were stunned, and some of them were wide-eyed.

Some were frightened, others closed their eyes and smiled.

But they all tacitly did not make any sound, but listened politely, admiringly, and reverently to this classic from another world, and no one dared to break this moment of tranquility for a long time.

At the end of the song, the aftermath lingers.

Everyone is still immersed in good memories and reluctant to wake up, as if they are recalling their youth when they were young, and recalling the biQuge.biZ they once met that first amazed them

Reminiscing about his first encounter with TA when he was young.

I recall that astonishing glimpse, and the love that was born from it, which was ashamed to express.

There is also the self-regret of hiding, wanting to tell the other party his heart, but never being able to muster up the courage, holding flowers in his hand but hiding in the corner of the wall and not daring to go out and generously give the flowers to TA, and watching the other party walk by but still can't take a step out of the legs.

There are many, many, good memories about TA, cherished in the bottom of my heart, and love feelings that have never been made public.

That beautiful memory seems to have been sealed in the dust for many years, placed in a corner of memory, unwilling, unwanted, and afraid to review and check again.

But after hearing this song, it unveiled the light veil of memory, and the past youthful first love came to mind again, becoming vivid, making the corners of people's mouths unconsciously bend an elegant arc.

That long memory suddenly became no longer scary to recall.

……

After a long silence, an old man with gray hair, a small stature, and a slightly rickety figure, but with an incomparably elegant temperament and majesty, stood up.

His hands began to clapped against each other, and he let out a crisp applause that was not very powerful, but which was supremely affirmative to the ears of the people.

It was the applause from Mr. Liu Zhigang, a professor of piano at the Modu Conservatory of Music.

Then, several old men beside him, who also had gray hair and a sturdy body like him, also stood up silently, and then slapped their palms, and let out the same not deafening, but like a slap in the hearts of the people, giving them great encouragement and shocking applause.

"Bang Bang ......"

"Bang Bang ......"

"Bang Bang ......"

In a huge auditorium, 300 musicians who graduated from here and integrated into the whole country of Xia stood up silently.

They pursed their lips, their cheeks tightened, their bodies trembling slightly, and there was a twinkle of tears in their eyes.

Together with their elderly and highly decorated mentors, they clapped their palms enthusiastically and excitedly, sending a tribute from the bottom of their hearts to Jiang Kan on the stage who was able to create such a great work.

It's not easy.

How many years!

Xia Guo has not written such excellent piano music for many years.

This is no longer the kind of music that can be compared to the simple, popular, pan-entertainment, and modern piano music that has been reduced to a casual type.

This is a pure, classical beauty and rhythm, a classic that can be passed down through the ages!

The guests here are the top musicians in this country and even on this blue star.

Their ears are extremely sensitive, their tastes are extremely refined (just in terms of music), and their musical literacy is among the best.

But it is in the ears of these people that the level of Jiang Kan's "To the Original TA" has reached a level that they cannot, or even deserve, to judge, a height!

What a magnificent movement, what a historical moment to remember!

They stood up and applauded, staring at Jiang Kan with burning eyes of admiration and even reverence, as if they wanted to see from him what kind of talent and strength this handsome middle-aged man had to create such an immortal masterpiece that was destined to go down in the ages and be written into the history of world music as soon as it was born!

The applause went on and on, for a minute, for three minutes.

Everyone was silent and clapped incessantly.

They are paying their highest respects to this piece of music that has completely impressed them.

Jiang Kan was drowned out by the tide of applause, like the kraken that sang the sound of heaven on the island of Circe, which was admired by the seafarers on many ships.