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"I hope so, at least it won't be too bad."

"Shh, it's started." The middle-aged man smiled knowingly, and took Ke Xin's hand. The smiles of the two were as intoxicating as drinking a pot of intoxicating wine.

Amidst the sound of the piano flying around, Zheng Xichen turned his attention to the old man again. Seeing his concentration and the rhythm of the music getting faster and faster, he couldn't help but sigh.

It turned out that she was ignorant before. In fact, everyone's music is different, just like Quan Ye, like the young man playing the variation of "The Blue Danube", and like the old man now, but unfortunately, Zheng Xichen couldn't tell what was going on at all, so she could only continue to pay attention to the woman named Ke Xin next to her to see what she commented.

"Well, the city of music is well-deserved. Even the pianos on the street are so good. Am I outdated?" Ke Xin said with a smile.

"Haha, idiot, how could there be so many geniuses? The first bar of this Mozart's k310 is really beautiful, even I have to give up three points. Listen carefully to this prelude. I think I'm afraid I can't use street pianos anymore." To describe it, to be honest, if it wasn't for being afraid of being abrupt, I really want to invite him to play at the grand piano in the Golden Palace later." The middle-aged man sighed.

"You are stupid. I was just joking. He plays so well. Why can't he go to that point? I guess this person must have some status, but not everyone's skills are so good. Then we live People who have been here for so many years, don't they all eat nothing?" Ke Xin said helplessly.

"What a villain." The middle-aged man shook his head.

At this time, the old man's k310 had reached the last bar, but Zheng Xichen was still staring at him stupidly, indicating that the hi was swollen with the fairy's hold magic and could not move.

If the performance of K310 is finished, there will be more than eight points, but Zheng Xichen seems to have not felt the passage of time at all, just feels that it is not enough to listen to, not everyone has the opportunity to hear a master-level performance.

At this time, the old man finished playing and raised his head, as if he wanted to nod to the people around him, but his eyes met Zheng Xichen's dull eyes, and he stood up abruptly.

Zheng Xichen only came to his senses at this time, a little confused and didn't know what to say.

Is the old man looking at her?
But she doesn't know it at all.
Amidst the applause like the tide, Zheng Xichen couldn't hear what he was saying, and could only see the old man murmured two words, then shed a line of tears, and walked over slowly.

Zheng Xichen didn't know how to react and could only stand there in confusion.

The old man walked over slowly and staggeringly. He seemed to be ten years older. He walked up to Zheng Xichen, stared at her face, and murmured, "Yin Xue. Is that you?"

"Who is Yin Xue?" Maybe it was because the old man's expression was too sad, Zheng Xichen couldn't help frowning, and asked worriedly.

Does she look a lot like that person named Yin Xue?

"Like, it's so similar, the same nose, the same eyes." The old man said, his old eyelids trembled violently, and a few lines of tears flowed from his eyes, as if he wanted to touch Zheng Xichen's eyes .

Zheng Xichen took a step back in fright, a little frightened.

What is this old gentleman going to do?
The old man finally came to his senses, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "I'm really sorry, when she wasn't around these years, my teacher would mistake her, and I felt that maybe Yin Xue hadn't left me. It's just me, a little joke with me, but."

But he knew that it was not a joke, and Yin Xue would never appear again.

Speaking of this, the old man was choked up and unable to speak. He forced a smile and asked Zheng Xichen, "Son, would you like to listen to me play a piece of music?"

Seeing the old man like this, Zheng Xichen felt a little uncomfortable, and quickly said, "I'm extremely happy."

"thank you"

The old man spoke slowly, then walked to the piano, sat down, and began to play.

This is a completely different piece of music than just now.

His expression gradually became unruly, as vigorous as a young man, with his fingers flying, he outlined a picture of a prosperous age.

Amidst the passionate sound of the piano, the old man who straightened his back slowly shed tears.

"Yin Xue, if only I had been more aggressive at the beginning."

At the venue of the concert, a young player was intoxicated by Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". Although the people below applauded respectfully, they were sleepy.

The old man on the stage thought that the old man glanced at him, and said: "The tune is well practiced, but the level still needs to be improved."

But in the audience, a young man pouted.

"Look at those people, in order to win the favor of those old-fashioned people, they all play the same piece of music, Chopin, Beethoven, the same playing style makes people think that they are actually taught by a mentor, or Saying that they are all processed by a music production workshop, there is nothing new, and people can’t appreciate the beauty of music, is this really music, it’s an insult.”

Li Siduan was sitting on the chair, with his slender legs crossed lightly, his fingers clasped on his thighs, with a serious and serious expression on his face, as if he was admiring some masterpiece of the century, but the words that came out of his mouth It is meant to be ridiculed.

"That's right, then what are you doing here to participate in this exchange meeting, to improve your level of ridicule? But you are getting more and more strict now, I think it's pretty good to have two playing "The person next to him shook his head helplessly, obviously he was used to Li Si's poisonous tongue.

"Those two people's playing skills are very high. Obviously they are talents cultivated by the family, but they don't know how to adapt at all. Their playing techniques and music selection are still in the old style. Changes, just like this Moonlight Sonata, wouldn't it be more romantic if played in the current way? But in his performance, I don't feel any enthusiasm for music, just to please those Old-fashioned favorites, but I feel that real music is not like this!"

When Li Si talked about music, the sarcasm just now suddenly became righteous, and the brow peaks gathered like undulating mountains.

"Hey, Li Si, don't be stubborn with those masters anymore. Didn't you play like this before? What's wrong with classical music? Is it possible that you are confident that you can surpass those former masters? Don't be ridiculous! You can If it goes on like this, they may be blocked by those people."

"I know that maybe my current level is not enough to stand with those music wizards, but I understand that music also needs to keep pace with the times, it is alive! Otherwise, it will be eliminated by the times, and every generation will The emergence of so-called innovation, I am not being stubborn, just to pursue the music in my heart. Think about it, look forward 200 years, the world's music masters have emerged in large numbers, in those periods, which one did not have his own creation? Techniques and tunes? And in the past 50 years, there are no people who continue to innovate. 50 years are fine, but what about 500 years, 5000 years? This is a revolution in music, and now even if they stop me, I will not I gave up." Li Si turned his head, looked into his friend's eyes, and said seriously.

Looking at his friend's disapproving eyes, Li Si didn't feel tired at all and was full of fighting spirit, but he didn't say anything more, because he knew that people's thoughts can't be changed in a day or two, besides, it's more extreme than this It is not unheard of to evaluate him.

If his dream was nothing but something that could be defeated in a few sentences, he, Li Si, was not worthy to talk about music at all.

Music is his best dream, and he will never give up!
Just as he was looking down and thinking, a friend beside him suddenly bumped him with his arm: "Hey, that person seems to be coming to you soon after passing, you should go backstage and get ready."

Li Si looked at the young people playing in the stands, adjusted his tie, stood up calmly, and walked backstage at a leisurely pace.

When passing by, people stared at him with curiosity, surprise or disdain from time to time, but he didn't care at all, and still walked at a steady pace.

At this time, a hale and hearty old man suddenly appeared in front of him, wearing a black suit, staring at him with piercing eyes. Li Si saw that he was one of the old-fashioned people he called.

The head of the Yue family, a well-known overseas Chinese musician in country A, is also a very famous international music critic and a loyal fan of classical music. He despises the so-called reformers the most and strongly criticizes innovative ideas in the music industry. Adhere to the classical is the best, admire the music of Chopin and Beethoven.

Li Si was no stranger to Patriarch Yue in front of him because he had been named and criticized by the old man.

He nodded lightly: "Master Yue is good."

After finishing speaking, Li Si continued to walk back, silently expressing indifference, obviously meaning that he didn't want to talk to her.

The Patriarch of the Yue Family suddenly said, "Li Si, you are a very talented young man, so I don't want you to continue wasting your time. This is destroying your talent."

Li Si paused: "Master Yue, why did you say that?"

"I have seen your performance, you are a very spiritual and skilled young man, if you put your mind on classical music, you will have great achievements, even comparable to those masters, but you If you want to innovate, it's a waste of your talent." At this point, he paused, his tone already stern.

"And classical music is not for you to ruin. You think to yourself, what are you playing before! Bad street music, you are insulting classical music and the piano by doing this."