You made me a superstar

Chapter 435

Vienna.

The capital of Austria, the music capital of the world.

Countless classics and great music works have been born.

The Golden Hall in Vienna is also one of the most famous and magnificent concert halls directly on the road.

After entering the 90s, the golden hall in the original world gradually became more commercial.

As long as many middle-aged and elderly choirs pay enough money, they can sing "Sunset Red" in Vienna, take group photos, and edify the artistic atmosphere next to the manuscripts of celebrities, and gradually begin to become less sacred.

Although the golden hall in this world is gradually becoming more commercialized, it is not so shameless. Every year, the process of performance and approval process, as well as the identification of musicians are extremely strict, and there are very few open sessions. It always presents a sacred place to the world. attitude.

Chinese musicians yearn for the Golden Hall very much, and apply to the Austrian government every year, but there are very few musicians who actually perform in the Golden Hall.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there are only grandma Zhang Xia and Xu Shaoju, the queen of Asian songs.

Of course, there are not too few group music performances with Chinese participation. Li Luguang, the head of the Sheng school, Wang Zhongjing, the guzheng master, and Zhou Hongwei, the flute master, all sat on the recital seats, bathed in the brilliant light, and performed affectionately. With his own special repertoire, he enjoys an international reputation.

only……

I don’t know if it’s because the West has firmly controlled the right to speak these years, deliberately exporting certain artistic and musical values, or whether it’s because there is really no reason for the art works to be praised internationally in the modern history of China.Counting the performance groups of the Golden Hall in Vienna in detail, it is surprising that no Chinese musician has led the concert. All of them have the name of international musicians, and they play behind the scenes in their bands, and even video recordings on international music channels. When it was broadcast, it was just a quick scan of the camera, at most a brief introduction in Chinese, and there was rarely a second shot.

Being able to perform in the Golden Hall is an honor in itself for Chinese musicians.

"Zhou Yang, did you compose the saxophone in "Going Home"?"

The sun was setting, and clouds floated across the sky.

Han Yan seemed to realize something, her pupils constricted, she covered her mouth, and stared at Zhou Yang in disbelief.

She just felt that the world began to become silent, so silent that she couldn't hear anything, and then she felt shocked, and the buzzing began to ring in her ears, and it took a long time to slow down.

George, who was not far away, stood where he was, looking at Zhou Yang who had just finished making a phone call and looked like a fool, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Forehead……"

Zhou Yang hesitated for a while, neither nodding his head in acknowledgment nor shaking his head.

It's too shameless to say it's original.

But you say other things, say plagiarism...

Not exactly.

The main music of "Going Home" is all the melody in the mind of the original world, and the blank space in the memory is the contact and learning with Kenneth and others, and slowly fills it in. Zhou Yang himself does not know that he is How different is "Going Home" from "Going Home" from the original world.

and so……

He couldn't answer Han Yan's words.

"Tell me! Kenneth, is that the Kenneth I know? Are you really going to Vienna? You... I don't believe it, you tell me, you're joking, aren't you? How much did you pay for Kenneth?" playing your music?"

Han Yan went abroad since she was a child, learning Western music, and is proficient in various musical instruments. She has been learning various professional knowledge for more than ten years, and can tell in detail about every musician and every piece of music in the history of modern music. The knowledge of western music cannot be said to have a library, but it is also shocking. The talent is praised by many teachers, but even so, the things she created can only be ordinary in the eyes of the teachers. Unable to board the Hall of Elegance...

Creation, and the creation of praise, is not an easy task in itself. It requires sufficient talent, years of accumulation, the guidance of countless predecessors, and finally an accidental comprehension...

"God-given", many people will use this sentence when describing those amazing music.

however!
This ordinary Chinese youth in front of him, but...

"I shouldn't go... Sorry, I have to go there for a while, I'm called over there..."

Han Yan looked at Zhou Yang's leaving back with dull eyes.

She thought of the reaction of those Chinese musicians to Zhou Yang...

She bowed her head.

I just feel cold all over my body.

Afterwards, she shook her head: "Impossible! It can't be him! How could it be him? The news may also be fake! It's not logical, let alone my cognition..."

George next to him kept panting, and then looked down at the headline of the [Kenneth Saxophone Concert] on his phone.

"I might be dreaming!"

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Zhou Yang is not a person who likes to show off.

But today, he is destined to be pointed at and surrounded by envious, jealous, admiring, shocked and other gazes.

After the afterglow of the setting sun, the earth gradually darkened.

Lamps hung around the courtyard, looking extraordinarily festive.

Some guests left consciously, and when they left, they greeted Zhou Yang one after another.

Some old people patted Zhou Yang's shoulder and nodded, some young people praised Zhou Yang's movies, and some children came to take photos with Zhou Yang at the behest of their parents...

After the hustle and bustle, the yard was still very lively, and another group of people came over, most of these people were relatives of An's family and the few old friends of the old man.

Zhou Yang had seen almost everyone on TV. Tables were spread out, filled with all kinds of fruits and meals, and all kinds of laughter and fights filled the courtyard.

"This mooncake is good!"

"Yes, the taste is delicate. It is obviously an ordinary material, but it has a fragrance when it is cooked..."

"Egg yolk is better... what brand is this?"

"Is it just made? There is still some temperature..."

"..."

The mooncakes brought by Zhou Yang were well received. Many people ate the mooncakes and began to ask around in admiration.

After An Xiao said "Zhou Yang did it" with a calm expression, those admiring voices turned into shock. An Xiao's mother, Han Xiuqin, took Zhou Yang's hand and repeatedly asked Zhou Yang how he did it. When she heard that Zhou Yang's mooncake making process was similar to her own, she was even more incredulous. The mooncakes were made by the same process, but the taste was so different...

A gust of wind came.

The moonlight is bright, amidst the lanterns, the distant leaves are floating...

An Xiao stood, looked at Zhou Yang in the crowd, felt a little sense of pride in her heart, and couldn't help showing a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"so good!"

It's just that after this smile lasted for a while, she heard Song Yiyi's voice of emotion.

She turned her head, only to see that Song Yiyi was also looking at Zhou Yang, with longing and regret flashing in her eyes.

Teacher Song didn't leave, but stayed to eat and enjoy the moon together, and Song Yiyi naturally followed suit.

"At first we were all friends, but for some reason, they might become brothers and sisters today... In a few months, or a year, they might become the man's side... ..."

Song Yiyi's voice seemed a little sour, and when she turned her head to look at An Xiao, there were mixed emotions in her eyes.

An Xiao turned her head and looked to the other side.

On the other side, Mr. Song and his grandfather An Jianwu were chatting about something, and looked towards him from time to time.

"An Xiao, that's great. At this moment, I suddenly envy you. You have been great since you were a child, and I feel inferior to you in everything... Zhou Yang had a hard life before. After getting married, don't be cold to him of……"

"It's too early, and both parties need to understand." An Xiao didn't nod or shake her head, but just replied.

"They're all living together, what else do you know? How about I go and find out, I also have a big villa, and my bed is still big..." Song Yiyi suddenly laughed strangely.

"..." An Xiao was startled.

"It took a lot of time to find out all of Zhou Yang's ancestors, and even dug up the grievances of his grandfather for many years. Knowing that his family background is innocent and he is a descendant of a hero, what else do we need to know? Hypocritical..." After Song Yiyi finished saying this, she inexplicably realized that her words were wrong, she seemed to have a little bit of sour feeling, and some strange emotions surged in her heart, then she shrugged her shoulders and returned to her indifference look like walking towards the direction of grandpa.

A person will always meet many, many people in this life, some of them get together as they walk, and some of them just pass by.

These are quite normal.

An Xiao kept standing looking at Zhou Yang in the crowd, while thinking about what Song Yiyi had said.

hypocritical...

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"This kid Zhou Yang is really outstanding!"

"Yeah, I have a business vision. I checked the company information related to his company. Whether it's movies, video players, or mobile phones, they are all the outlets of the future. I didn't expect him to be planning from the beginning..."

Han Yan heard the praise of her parents.

Her parents are entrepreneurs of listed companies, and the famous Chinese car brand "Wei Ling" is one of the brands operated by their family.

Han Yan heard more and more praises. It seemed that after admiring Zhou Yang's vision and strategy to the extreme, Han Yan began to feel a little uncomfortable.

"George is also very good, but George puts more energy on the music, and there is not much smell of copper... His "Wedding" is very powerful, and he will definitely be one of the world's famous composers in the future. Really Those who do the same seriously and are talented are the most successful people, you see, everyone is applauding for him now, he is playing Richard's piano piece, "God's Feast"..." Han Yan heard bursts of applause.

The dinner was enjoyable, some relatives were guessing lantern riddles, some were watching the moon, some were listening to music...

Amid the applause, George wore an evening gown and politely played a piece of music, winning praise from many Chinese music masters.

Her parents nodded after listening, with a smile on their faces.

Father Han Handong even gave George a thumbs up: "It's really good..."

"Mr. Zhou Yang, if it's convenient, would you go up and play a song?"

After George came down after playing the piano, he didn't walk towards Han Yan, but walked towards Zhou Yang's table, and extended an invitation to Zhou Yang in front of An Zhibin and Tang Xiao.

"I'm not very good at the piano..."

"It's okay, by the way, have you considered composing a wedding march for the wedding on October [-]st? The music you create can be listed on the composer in Vienna, and the wedding march should be world-class, right? If Ms. Tang Xiao and How romantic would it be to have world-class piano accompaniment for Mr. An Zhibin's wedding!"

George smiled at Zhou Yang.

(End of this chapter)