You made me a superstar

Chapter 437 Wedding March
The bright moonlight illuminates the land.

Zhou Yang's expression was pious and serious.

The moment he lightly stretched out his fingers and rested them on the black and white keys, he seemed to be isolated from the world around him, and he was naturally immersed in a certain mysterious space.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Yang's demeanor seemed to have changed in an instant, and he began to exude a bit of sacredness and solemnity from the depths of his soul, making the people around him stop breathing involuntarily.

The sound of guessing crossword puzzles and discussions outside the yard gradually became quieter, leaving only the vague hustle and bustle and the festive feeling of family reunion in the distance.

As George stared at Zhou Yang's face, he couldn't help feeling a stronger sense of jealousy.

He himself is not as handsome as Zhou Yang, let alone the masculinity of Zhou Yang. Coupled with today's various blows, he is extremely agitated.

He was supposed to be a high-ranking and highly anticipated rich man, but after arriving in Huaxia, he should have been shining brightly and amazed countless musicians, but he has been reduced to a supporting role one after another.

the most important is……

He couldn't figure out why a countryman could create noble "music art" that only superstructures could appreciate...

His teacher, Perahia, once told him that true musical art creation requires years of accumulation, incomparable talent and the gift of God to be presented to the world. Some people spend their entire lives unable to write a piece of music that can enter the room... …

【Teacher Perahia can't be wrong! 】

【He's playing tricks!Yes, he must be playing tricks! 】

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

[Also, how could he create any good piano music in a short period of time?It would be great if the melody is smooth, okay】

【Put it on, put it on, there will always be times when you reveal your secrets】

[Or, someone wrote the piano music for him in advance?Looking at the power of the An family, it seems that it is not difficult to invite people of this level to create a god! 】

[Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! 】

【…】

People are always like this. When encountering something that subverts cognition, they will try their best to find any conceivable reason, and then comfort themselves.

All George can figure out is conspiracy theories and so-called deals, and what's behind the scenes.

Otherwise, why should he?
How can a non-professional creator compare to his ten years of hard work and talent?
George found an excuse to comfort himself, and he also found a reason, but thinking this way, not only did it not make him feel better, but it made him even more jealous!

The wind is getting stronger.

Beside the window, the manuscript written by Zhou Yang was blown up. Zhou Yang seemed to be unaware of it. He lowered his head and finally played the piano.

The melody played is relatively coherent and pleasing to the ear, but the way of playing and the sound seem extremely unskilled, and there are a few noises popping up.

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

[Hehe, is that the level? 】

[Looks like this time, it's a big shame. 】

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

He looked at Han Yan and found that Han Yan couldn't believe it either. Zhou Yang's extremely inexperienced playing technique made people feel embarrassed, and at most it was slightly better than the so-called beginners.

But there is no sense of rhythm at all, and even after playing to the end, the tone is not coherent, as awkward as a 12-year-old child playing...

Han Yan felt a great gap...

When looking at George, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then he shook his head slightly, full of sarcasm.

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

This is common sense!

George had only schadenfreude on his face as he listened to the piano music played by Zhou Yang.

In his ears, he already considered this kind of playing technique as "random playing", and it was very low-level.

He looked around, especially those people in other music circles...

But what surprised him was that the people in the music circle did not ridicule. Instead, everyone looked serious, as if they had been hypnotized collectively and became "witnesses" of something.

What's the matter with them?Is Huaxia's music level already so low?

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

George felt that everything he saw was beyond his cognition...

The wind is getting stronger...

Zhou Yang's handwritten manuscript was blown from the side of the piano to the ground. Erhu master Zhang Zunlian lowered his head and immediately picked up the manuscript. After picking up the manuscript, he glanced at it in the moonlight.

Then there was a flash of astonishment 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 became more serious, and he opened his mouth...

Afterwards, the heads of the people in the music circle moved slightly, looking at the handwritten manuscript.

After watching a person's expression change, George unconsciously became curious about the manuscript.

What exactly is written in the manuscript?
Just at this time……

The piano sound stopped abruptly.

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

Obviously, he 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 Zhang Zunlian, a famous erhu master, walked towards Zhou Yang with the manuscript as if he realized something.

"Xiao Zhou, how can we help you?"

"Ms. Zhang, I need a teacher who can play the piano. Well, if possible, 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 to change the venue? This venue is very noisy..."

"Well, why don't you change it? An Xiao, is there any other place here that is relatively empty? Or, an independent performance room..."

"..."

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

He saw that a young man who played the piano poorly asked Zhang Zunlian, an erhu master from the Yanjing Conservatory of Music, to assist in the composition.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to say something sarcastic, but in the end he found something stuck in his throat...

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

Under the moonlight, Zhou Yang became the man of all eyes again.

George, who was leaving at first, felt that all this was too unbelievable. He instinctively looked at Han Yan, but saw that Han Yan was also in a daze, obviously not understanding the situation.

Soon...

The group of musicians in Huaxia made great efforts to bid farewell to these people in the An family.

Seeing Zhou Yang being surrounded, Mr. An Jianwu kept smiling, nodding with pride on his face.

An Xiao followed behind Zhou Yang...

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

"Do you want to go there together?"

"what?"

Han Yan was stunned, and before she could react, she saw her mother walking over, holding her hand, with a serious face on her face: "Come with me, I heard some rumors... maybe you will never forget tonight... ..."

"???" Han Yan couldn't believe it, but still nodded and walked over.

George stayed where he was. Although everyone was polite to him, he seemed like a misfit at this moment.

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

"This brother-in-law-to-be is amazing..."

"He has a lot of amazing works. If he can devote himself to complete some works, he will definitely enter the world..."

"This is the original words of Teacher Zhang Zunlian and the old dean of Yanjing Conservatory of Music. I asked about it just now..."

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

For a moment, she felt like the whole world was going crazy.

George shook his head, thinking it was nonsense.

Not long after, his cell phone rang.

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

The call was from teacher Perahia.

"I've heard the saxophone "Coming Home"..."

"Teacher Perahia, how are you?" George asked this question anxiously, as if he had found a savior.

"Master's work! Why do Chinese people create such amazing works? This is incredible!"

The teacher Perahia spoke complicated and amazed words. After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone, leaving George with a shocked face.

Bah!
George felt as if something exploded in front of his eyes in an instant.

He stared blankly at the window glass, and immediately wanted to laugh wildly. He felt that he might be crazy, or this was a nightmare that was difficult to wake up 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 walked into the concert hall.

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

He walked in in a daze, and sat on the side seat, feeling that he was sitting like an idiot, and also felt that he was a silent supporting role.

A few gray old people walked in from a distance. The old people didn't say hello to George and Han Yan. Once they came in, they walked towards the edge of the stage.

Zhang Xia also came over. Han Yan knew Zhang Xia very well. She immediately stood up and called Grandma Zhang Xia, but Zhang Xia nodded and then sat in the corner in front of her.

Lights up, big and spacious...

Violin, Double Bass, Flute, Clarinet, Oboe, Bassoon...

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

Surrounded by Zhou Yang, he seemed a little unbelievable, but finally nodded, shook hands with everyone seriously, and said something.

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

Han Yan wanted to hear what they were talking about, but found that the security guard came over and stopped him. With the instruction of his parents, the security guard let him go.

But it stopped George.

"I'm sorry... the one who plays the piano will be fine."

George was stopped in a very unseemly manner, and then flushed.

The nobility and pride at this moment seemed to be trampled underfoot...

(End of this chapter)