world number one pianist

Chapter 320 Explosion ([-])

Whoa!
With the sound of the host's voice, what was replaced was not the appearance of the winner, but... the appearance of the Berlin State Symphony Orchestra!

The musicians of countless orchestras walked from the backstage to the stage.

As the conductor, Barenboim walked to the center of the stage, lowered his eyes slightly to the people off the stage, couldn't help but chuckled, picked up the baton beside him, and tapped lightly.

hum...

The sound of music sounded instantly, and everyone adjusted their pitch following the voice of the chief violinist.

The timbre of harmony runs through the concert hall.

Barenboim raised his fingers slightly again, and then squeezed.

The voice, under his control, disappeared instantly at this moment.

All eyes were on Barenboim.

Sensing the gazes around him, the smile on the corner of Barenboim's mouth became even stronger. He turned to look at his band, and waved his hand again.

Whoa!
The sound of Brahms' Second Symphony appeared, extremely soft and soft.

The sound is full of extremely strong appeal, attracting everyone's attention, making them unable to focus their attention on other places.

Everyone's expression was extremely comfortable, sitting on the seat, watching the performance in front of them.

This is the award ceremony for classical music.

It's different from most other awards shows, especially pop awards shows.

Here is pure music, a world where only music exists.

Barenboim's wanton command on the stage made his sensitivity to music appear in front of everyone.

This is the strength of Barenboim!

Lang Liangyue sat at the bottom, looked at Barenboim in front of him, and couldn't help laughing: "Old Ba is getting stronger and stronger, and his control over music is also getting more and more subtle!"

"He Shen, if you learn from Lao Ba in the future, you must pay close attention to his sensitivity to music and learn. If you can learn a little bit, it will be of great benefit to your future development."

"Um……"

He Shen looked at Barenboim in front of him, his expression unchanged.

As Lang Liangyue said, Barenboim's feeling for music is simply a born emperor.

Control everything in the concert hall.

The same goes for everyone around the stage.

Barenboim didn't play very much. After playing for about ten minutes, he raised his hand, ended the first movement, and bowed slowly to the staff next to him.

"What are you waiting for? My performance is over. Now, should the first winner be announced?" Barenboim joked to the host.

The host walked up to Barenboim and said with the same smile: "I'm sorry, Barenboim, I was so fascinated by your performance that I forgot that this was the awards ceremony... Okay! Don't say anything So much, let's see who will be the best bass this year?"

The host opened the letter in his hand, looked at the award speech inside, and read it slowly.

"His voice is particularly mellow, as intoxicating as red wine, and when it vibrates, it can shake everything, just like a newborn..."

"His interpretation of the bass is almost the best interpretation this year! Especially his Tchaikovsky pattern "Evgeny Onegin" Gremin's aria, love can conquer all men!"

"Wow, this description is really hard to hate."

Speaking of this place, almost everyone around laughed "Oh" in unison!

The host on the stage picked up the trophy in his hand, looked at a Chinese man under the stage, and said with a smile.

"Le, Bu! Congratulations!"

Whoa!
Applause rang out from the stage, and a man about two meters one stood up from his chair, waved to the people around him with a silly smile, and walked quickly to the side of the host.

Standing still, he gave Barenboim a look and nodded slightly.

Whoa!
When the symphony sounded, Bu Le also stood on the spot and cleared his throat before singing in a low voice.

Everyone smiled and listened to his short singing, and gave him the highest applause!

Amid the applause, Bu Le smiled and raised his hand to the crowd, raised the Echo trophy in his hand, and casually recounted his acceptance speech.

It's not much different from other testimonials, they all start with my parents, and then thank others.

In the end, thanks to some Echo Awards for their support.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, he walked off the stage with the award in his hand.

Then, the next player.

From bass, to baritone, to tenor.

Alto, mezzo-soprano, soprano.

Soloists of various instruments, as well as quartets and quintet teams.

One after another, the teams walked towards the stage.

The music on the stage has no intention of staying at all.

Music, extremely strong!

Everyone's expressions are extremely enjoyable.

enjoying the music.

Finally, came the best newcomer award.

He Shen couldn't help but sit upright, looking at the stage seriously, waiting for the final verdict.

If he doesn't get the best newcomer, then he may compete for the best pianist this year, or get nothing.

If he gets the best newcomer, at least there is a guarantee, and he may miss the best pianist.

After all, the two awards of best newcomer and best pianist must not be won at the same time.

He Shen didn't know whether he wanted the best newcomer or not.

Barenboim on the stage stopped playing, looked at the performers beside him, and shrugged slightly.

"Hey, hurry up, hurry up and name the best rookie of the year, I think someone should be very nervous off the stage."

"Is it... what?"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone around immediately burst into friendly laughter.

Holding the list in his hand, the host next to him couldn't help laughing, raised his eyebrows slightly at He Shen, and said provocatively: "He, why don't you secretly favor me a bit, and I'll discuss it with those who are in charge of presenting the awards. Change this award to your name?"

After all, without waiting for He Shen to speak, he picked up the award in his hand, his eyes lit up, he looked at He Shen, and blinked.

"Yo, He, I've seen the answer, and I'll ask you one last time, do you want us to replace it? If you want, then we can't discuss it!"

"He, think about it carefully. If you have one last chance to come up now, do you really want it?"

"Are you sure? The chance to make Rookie of the Year your name?"

He Shen looked at the showy host in front of him, a little helpless, smiled and shook his head slightly: "No need."

The host sighed exaggeratedly: "Well, He rejected our request. It seems that he has successfully missed the best newcomer of this year!"

"Congratulations, violin genius!"

"LingLing! Zero Zero!"

A small little girl came out from behind, bouncing and running to the center of the stage, waved to everyone, picked up the violin in her hand, and gave Barenboim a look, Taking a deep breath, he pulled hard.

hum!
A voice sounded, a timbre that absolutely did not match her age, and came out of her violin.

The people around couldn't help but gasped.

Lang Liangyue sat on the side, shaking his head with a helpless smile: "Young people are getting stronger and stronger these days, and we old people are probably going to be more and more out of date~"

After all, he took a look at He Shen, and said angrily: "Oh, yes, I almost forgot, He Shen, you are still a young man, and the appearance of your old city almost makes me forget that you are only in your 20s."

He Shen smiled when he heard it, and continued to watch the performance on the stage without comment.

The music is powerful and amazing.

After Zero Zero stepped off the stage, the next performer continued to come on stage, and did not pause a lot because Zero Zero was a post-Zero Zero.

Awards are becoming less and less, and everyone's eyes can't help but focus on He Shen.

He Shen's performance on the world stage this year is too eye-catching. If he doesn't win the best newcomer, then it will be interesting.

What kind of award can He Shen get?
Best pianist?
Or, the best piano record in the next category, or the best record of the year?
Everyone was very curious. Although the chances of He Shen getting the best record of the year were relatively low, there was still a chance, not without chance.

After all, He Shen's album, which is like a small gift, only costs one yuan, and the sales volume in the world can be said to be as high as it can be.

The sales went straight to heaven!
Sales...that's another story.

With the super high sales and those classic audio, it is still possible to touch the record award of classical music!
He Shen didn't know what the people around him thought, he just sat under the stage, waiting for his name.

During the period, a staff member walked up to Lang Liangyue and took Lang Liangyue away, as if asking him to present an award to someone.

This is not surprising. Lang Liangyue's reputation in the world's classical music circles has something to do with it, which is very scary.

Everyone likes to communicate with this Lang Liangyue from Huaguo Beizhou.

He Shen didn't care too much, he just sat there, waiting for the award.

The number of seats on the stage is getting smaller and smaller, so few that they can hardly be seen.

When all the individual awards were almost all awarded, it was finally the piano's turn!
Piano, violin, two key events, and countless paper kings piled up here, resulting in a large number of players in these two events.

There are also a lot of people who can show results.

Other people around looked at He Shen with vigilance in their eyes, feeling that He Shen might get the best piano performance.

He Shen's expression was calm, but deep down in his heart, he also began to get nervous.

The economic company has already let the word out, if you really can't get the award, what will you do?
He Shen was silent, looking at the stage with great worry.

Finally, the penultimate award came out.

The host changed, and it was a violin player. She went to the stage and babbled a lot to the crowd, and then awarded the award in her hand to a woman.

He Shen didn't know him, and he didn't care about this person.

All he cares about now is whether he can get the award!
He Shen set his sights on the stage in front of him, waiting for the result with great anticipation.

At this moment, Lang Liangyue came to the stage, smiled and punched Barenboim next to her.

"Hey, old bus, long time no see!"

"Hahahaha, Lang! Also long time no see, how is it going? Do you have any idea of ​​going to the beautiful country to follow my orchestra for a tour? I have already invited your little fellow, He, come with me to perform Beethoven's fifth Horn and Piano Concerto, the Emperor's Tour, how about you? Do you want to play one too?"

Barenboim quips with a laugh.

Lang Liangyue spread his hands indifferently, pointed to the people under the stage, and said with a smile, "Old man, don't be like this, it's an awards ceremony now! We'll talk about it when we're all free." !"

"Hahahaha, okay, hurry up, I'm curious who will be the best pianist this year?"

Barenboim blinked at Lang Liangyue, and Lang Liangyue smiled and gave Barenboim a hammer, picking up the letter in his hand.

He didn't open it, but looked in He Shen's direction and said with a smirk.

"He, now is the time to reveal your fate, are you nervous?"

Just as He Shen was about to answer, Lang Liangyue rushed to answer.

"Well, whether you are nervous or not, I am much more nervous than you. Although I have often served as an award presenter before, I have never been as nervous as today."

"After all, this is not only related to you, He Shen, but also to us! It is related to many people!"

"If you can get the best pianist this year, you might be able to hit the Grammy Award in the second half of the year!"

Speaking of this place, Lang Liangyue showed a trace of panic, and asked the staff nearby: "Um, sorry, I just said the Grammy Award, you won't deduct my salary, will you?"

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot..." Lang Liangyue didn't know what suddenly came to his mind, he smirked, and raised his eyebrows at Barenboim: "I almost forgot, I don't have salary, you can't deduct it !"

The appearance of Lang Liangyue directly made the concert hall extremely lively, and everyone couldn't help laughing under his lead.

He Shen's previous nervousness was also moved by Lang Liangyue, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

When everyone is laughing, if you are too nervous to smile, you may be photographed by the reporters around you and posted on the Internet.

Spread it as a joke among your peers.

After seeing a smile on He Shen's face, Lang Liangyue also smiled, picked up the paper in his hand, his eyes lit up suddenly, and then pretended to be extremely bitter, and said.

"Well, this note doesn't give me much information..."

"He's a pianist...that's bullshit!"

"Is his skin black?" Lang Liangyue showed a happy look on his face, then scanned the circle of pianists and shook his head helplessly: "Well, except for a few black pianists who were excluded , it seems that there is no special progress."

"Is he an Asian? Wow, it's shrunk a lot now! But there are still many Asian players in it, such as the top pianists from Japan and Bangzi Country!"

"It doesn't seem to be particularly easy to rule out now?"

"Oh? Here comes the key information! He interprets the thoughts in the composer's music very clearly!"

"The Chopin in his hands is almost interpreted by Chopin himself!"

"Compared to other performers, the spirituality in his music seems to have fallen from the sky!"

"In the works of Chopin in the romantic period, he almost became the representative of Chopin, and in everyone's mind, the model version that can best replace Chopin!"

"More than that, he didn't stop at this place, but continued to deeply explore the nature of music."

Speaking of this place, everyone immediately understood who the best pianist of the year was.

No surprises at all.

All eyes were on He Shen.

Lang Liangyue's voice on the stage did not stop, he continued to speak to the crowd.

"He sent himself back to the classical period and began to think about the meaning in Beethoven!"

"His Beethoven may not be the most distinctive Beethoven, but his Beethoven must be the most Beethoven!"

"Just like his Chopin, his music is not filled with the player himself, but the power of the creator himself!"

"Looking at his age, I'm even thinking, why are more and more young people able to interpret these works that take time to understand in this way?"

"We musicians of the old school, is it possible that we have really been abandoned by the times?"

Seeing this place, Lang Liangyue suddenly paused, looked at Barenboim next to him, and the gray-haired performers around him, and suddenly said: "I want to declare this place, it's you old guys Abandoned, it's not me, I'm still in my prime!"

After all, without waiting for everyone to laugh, Lang Liangyue continued to speak.

"Music gave him a clear mirror for the exploration of truth, and he presented everything he explored to all listeners!"

"The study of music itself almost touches the truth of music!"

"It's obviously a new generation, but it's like the top performer of classical music that the old generation pays attention to..."

"He, deep!"

Whoa!
The applause sounded instantly, and countless people applauded vigorously in the concert hall, giving He Shen the warmest applause.

He Shen sat in his seat, feeling dazed for a moment.

After the staff next to him reminded him, he stood up in a daze and looked at the people around him who were clapping vigorously.

For a moment, He Shen seemed to be at a loss.

Did I get the pianist of the year?In just a few days, after a round of concert tours in Europe, did you get the best pianist of the year?
Seeing their extremely expectant eyes on him, He Shen couldn't help showing a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

The mood of the whole person instantly relaxed a lot.

In the past few days, he has pushed himself too hard, wanting to fight the group of people who insulted him.

Therefore, he carried his breath all the way to the present.

Finally, this breath can be relieved slowly.

He Shen looked at the people around him, especially at Zhao Zitong who was staring at him, suddenly smiled, and walked to the stage.

At this moment, Lang Liangyue was standing on the stage, holding the Echo Award trophy in his hand, and handing it to He Shen.

"He Shen, congratulations! You made it!" This time, Lang Liangyue used Chinese instead of English when he just hosted.

He Shen looked at Lang Liangyue in front of him, and also nodded, not knowing who he was talking to.

"Yeah, I did it..."

"Hey? What do you want to play? We have already rehearsed many works here, and we can accompany you directly at any time!" Barenboim leaned his body on the podium and said to He Shen .

He Shen glanced at Barenboim next to him, then at Lang Liangyue, and suddenly said to everyone around him.

"I... can I give my acceptance speech first, and after I finish my speech, can I play?"

As soon as this remark came out, Lang Liangyue's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly thought of what He Shen wanted to do.

The eyes of many media friends standing in the distance who were in charge of filming also lit up.

They smelled the news.

(End of this chapter)