Chapter 162
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It's not Ying Luwei's fans, but one of those piano lovers.
He came to listen with a try attitude, and he didn't lack a ticket.
As a result, he has not been able to recover from the great shock of the song "sun and moon". In a flash, he even heard "Jihad"!
Jihad is the most noble of Willa Hall's three piano pieces.
"Sun and moon" is even weaker than "Jihad" in terms of techniques and the whole idea of the song.
The reason why Sun and moon is most famous is that more than ten pianists have played it.
And "Jihad" has been only once so far.
Three years ago, this piano lover happened to be on the other side of O state and was able to listen to it.
Anyone who has heard of Jihad will never forget it.
So even if he just listened to such a small prelude, he could instantly distinguish it.
At the VIP table, Che Yu's expression was the same as that of hell. He was shocked. He didn't care to be quiet when listening to the concert: "teacher Zhuo, she..."
Zhuo Lanhan slowly spat out a mouthful, and his body relaxed with the gentle sound of the piano, murmuring: "what a terrible talent."
The tone of sun and moon is totally different from that of Jihad, even though the prelude of both pieces starts from the bass.
One is at night, the moon god carrying a hunting bow leaps down the hillside, light and hazy.
One is in heaven, God creates all things, angels slowly come to this world, holy and noble.
Ying Zijin didn't have a rest, so he began to play Jihad directly.
For them, there is no way to switch quickly in just a few seconds.
What's more, a 22 minute Piano Sonata is still a world-famous piece with top difficulty like sun and moon. When Ying Zijin plays it, he doesn't even sweat a drop, and he is still very relaxed.
"Ding Dong, Ding Dong --"
the sound of the piano is flowing from low to high.
It's a happy time.
Zhuo Lanhan's expression gradually became serious.
For the first time, she saw that a piano player could completely separate his emotion from the sound of the piano.
The girl's eyebrows and eyes are so calm, even indifferent.
Her fingers leaped rapidly on the keys, almost able to see the shadow, but her body did not move with it.
"Dong Dong!"
The quiet and far-reaching sound of the piano suddenly raised a key, as if there were bells on the clock tower.
The girl's body burst out of a powerful explosive force, all infused in the music, and brought people into a new story.
God took his son Adam to heaven, and Archangel Lucifer refused to kneel down.
At his command, the angel directly rebelled against a third.
The father and the son once opposed, the Jihad broke out!
"Dong! Dong Dong - "
there was another crazy sound transfer, and the piano music soared to the climax.
"Cheer up, brother, hush." Berg shakes and almost faints, Bart, "don't you faint, you faint, I have to give you artificial respiration."
Everyone else in the hall has been silly.
None of Ying Luwei's fans can speak.
Their faces were blue and white, and they wanted to leave.
Even those who don't know piano can tell who is the best player.
No.
There is no way to compare Ying Luwei's three piano pieces.
There are more and more playing screens, and those piano lovers are crazy.
[ah, ah, ah, I'm dying madly! What kind of fairy piano music is this? It's so shocking that I have no one. 】
[let me say that Willa hall is alive, no one refutes, right? 】
[not only is Willa hall alive, I think she is Willa hall herself. The court concert of feilengcui in the 18th century was just like this, right? 】
Mr. Zhong is also a little silly.
He felt that his granddaughter was beyond his imagination.
Next to him, Xiuyu explained to him: "grandfather Zhong, what Ying's father just played is the sun and moon that Bai Lian's sister-in-law has always said she would play. This song of jihad is even more difficult."
Good.
Now she says that her music goddess is not Willa hall. She still fans them.
At this time, the piano sound has slowed down again, and the story also develops to the failure of Archangel Lucifer, who begins to fall into hell.
Heavy music, sad, let a person gasp.
Fu Yunshen clasped his hands, supported his chin, and his eyes were deep.
A few seconds later, he raised his eyelids and took a look at the upper right side of the hall.
A camera then descended, then drew close, gave Ying Zijin a hand close-up.
Her hands are too fast, constantly falling and bouncing, one by one strong sound explosion out.Vibrate the eardrum, hit the heart.
"Pa pa pa -"
the clapping sound, which had been dull for more than ten minutes, finally started at this moment.
Ying Luwei, who just came out from the backstage to make up, heard the intense applause.
"What's the matter?" she asked
Just now she finished playing, the applause was not so big.
The agent thought: "can't it be your fake niece who is driven out by Zhuo Lanhan, and your fans are cheering?"
"That's the only possibility." Ying Luwei's smile widened. "Let's go and watch the fun."
From the backstage to the hall, Ying Luwei walks very fast. She is afraid to miss the good play.
So when she arrived at the door, the applause was still there.
Ying Luwei lifts her hair and looks at the stage, thinking whether she wants to go up.
But after such a look at the past, as if to see something terrible, her whole blood in an instant countercurrent!
Looking at the girl playing, Ying Luwei is unbelievable.
The smile on her face suddenly solidified, and her face became pale bit by bit
she had never heard of Jihad, and naturally did not know what it was.
But it doesn't prevent her from hearing how difficult the song is, which is more shocking and explosive than "the sun and the moon".
She just listened for a few seconds, and her mood was completely driven by the sound of the piano.
Ying Luwei's body shakes.
What's going on?
How could that be?
Ying Zijin's piano was taught by her.
She is intentionally casually teaching, she just doesn't want to let Ying Zijin know any art.
Do you really think the Ying family is so easy to enter?
Returning to Ying's home will make Ying Zijin's nightmare begin.
But why, Ying Zijin is better than her?!
Ying Lu Wei's station was unstable, and she was black in front of her eyes.
Brain hypoxia, dry throat.
In her panic, Ying Luwei sees that, as if she had noticed her eyes, the girl raises her head from the golden piano and looks at her,
this look is very light and light, and there is no emotion.
No pride, no irony.
It's like the emperor who has already reached the peak, looking at the tiny things indifferently.
But it's just such a look that it makes Ying Luwei collapse.
She shivered and fell directly on the door, her legs softening.
No way!
Absolutely not!
This is her concert. How can Ying Zijin step on her?
Ying Luwei pushes away the stunned agent and runs to the mixing room.
The agent also reacted suddenly to come over, hurriedly chased up: "Lu Wei!"
**
Ying Zijin took back her eyes, but still didn't put them on the piano.
She is so familiar with this part that she has been playing blind all the time.
It's right to say that jihad has a higher musical status than sun and moon.
"Sun and moon" is her first piano piece, not perfect.
Because of the help of the Bible, the value of Jihad went up in an instant.
Ying Zijin's eyelashes drooped, and his fingers swept quickly from the high pitch area, and finally landed on a sound.
It's the end of the song.
Zhuo Lanhan has picked up the microphone and is ready to speak.
But she was shocked to find that the girl still had no sign of getting up.
Ying Zijin slightly rolled up the sleeve, fingers for the third time jumped on the piano key.
This time she played a serenade instead of a sonata.
This is a lyric style of music.
Just for a moment, the powerful shock brought by the sonata was suppressed by the euphemism of the serenade.
“……”
Zhuo Lanhan's eyes were shocked.
She has never heard of this one.
I'll go!!! also!!! This is not the song of jade that has never been played??! 】
[it must be the song of emerald. Although no one has ever played it, this is the tone of the song of emerald.
Bart was not dizzy. He hurriedly removed a mobile phone from his mobile phone.
It's a fragmentary score, missing in many places, not just a few notes.
"It's the song of emerald! It's really the song of emerald jade! " Bart is crazy. "She can even play the incomplete score!"
In addition to Willa hall, three hundred years later, there is no other pianist to play this song.
It's not because it's so difficult that no one can play it, but because the score is so incomplete that it can't be made up.
He tried, and he didn't succeed.Now, Bart had only one thought in his mind.
Music, it's going to explode!
**
mixing room.
The staff in charge of equipment management were also shocked by the concert, and they were all fascinated.
They didn't notice that someone would rush in at this time.
"Turn off the live broadcast!" Ying Luwei is crazy. "Turn off all the sounds. Do you hear me?"
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It's not Ying Luwei's fans, but one of those piano lovers.
He came to listen with a try attitude, and he didn't lack a ticket.
As a result, he has not been able to recover from the great shock of the song "sun and moon". In a flash, he even heard "Jihad"!
Jihad is the most noble of Willa Hall's three piano pieces.
"Sun and moon" is even weaker than "Jihad" in terms of techniques and the whole idea of the song.
The reason why Sun and moon is most famous is that more than ten pianists have played it.
And "Jihad" has been only once so far.
Three years ago, this piano lover happened to be on the other side of O state and was able to listen to it.
Anyone who has heard of Jihad will never forget it.
So even if he just listened to such a small prelude, he could instantly distinguish it.
At the VIP table, Che Yu's expression was the same as that of hell. He was shocked. He didn't care to be quiet when listening to the concert: "teacher Zhuo, she..."
Zhuo Lanhan slowly spat out a mouthful, and his body relaxed with the gentle sound of the piano, murmuring: "what a terrible talent."
The tone of sun and moon is totally different from that of Jihad, even though the prelude of both pieces starts from the bass.
One is at night, the moon god carrying a hunting bow leaps down the hillside, light and hazy.
One is in heaven, God creates all things, angels slowly come to this world, holy and noble.
Ying Zijin didn't have a rest, so he began to play Jihad directly.
For them, there is no way to switch quickly in just a few seconds.
What's more, a 22 minute Piano Sonata is still a world-famous piece with top difficulty like sun and moon. When Ying Zijin plays it, he doesn't even sweat a drop, and he is still very relaxed.
"Ding Dong, Ding Dong --"
the sound of the piano is flowing from low to high.
It's a happy time.
Zhuo Lanhan's expression gradually became serious.
For the first time, she saw that a piano player could completely separate his emotion from the sound of the piano.
The girl's eyebrows and eyes are so calm, even indifferent.
Her fingers leaped rapidly on the keys, almost able to see the shadow, but her body did not move with it.
"Dong Dong!"
The quiet and far-reaching sound of the piano suddenly raised a key, as if there were bells on the clock tower.
The girl's body burst out of a powerful explosive force, all infused in the music, and brought people into a new story.
God took his son Adam to heaven, and Archangel Lucifer refused to kneel down.
At his command, the angel directly rebelled against a third.
The father and the son once opposed, the Jihad broke out!
"Dong! Dong Dong - "
there was another crazy sound transfer, and the piano music soared to the climax.
"Cheer up, brother, hush." Berg shakes and almost faints, Bart, "don't you faint, you faint, I have to give you artificial respiration."
Everyone else in the hall has been silly.
None of Ying Luwei's fans can speak.
Their faces were blue and white, and they wanted to leave.
Even those who don't know piano can tell who is the best player.
No.
There is no way to compare Ying Luwei's three piano pieces.
There are more and more playing screens, and those piano lovers are crazy.
[ah, ah, ah, I'm dying madly! What kind of fairy piano music is this? It's so shocking that I have no one. 】
[let me say that Willa hall is alive, no one refutes, right? 】
[not only is Willa hall alive, I think she is Willa hall herself. The court concert of feilengcui in the 18th century was just like this, right? 】
Mr. Zhong is also a little silly.
He felt that his granddaughter was beyond his imagination.
Next to him, Xiuyu explained to him: "grandfather Zhong, what Ying's father just played is the sun and moon that Bai Lian's sister-in-law has always said she would play. This song of jihad is even more difficult."
Good.
Now she says that her music goddess is not Willa hall. She still fans them.
At this time, the piano sound has slowed down again, and the story also develops to the failure of Archangel Lucifer, who begins to fall into hell.
Heavy music, sad, let a person gasp.
Fu Yunshen clasped his hands, supported his chin, and his eyes were deep.
A few seconds later, he raised his eyelids and took a look at the upper right side of the hall.
A camera then descended, then drew close, gave Ying Zijin a hand close-up.
Her hands are too fast, constantly falling and bouncing, one by one strong sound explosion out.Vibrate the eardrum, hit the heart.
"Pa pa pa -"
the clapping sound, which had been dull for more than ten minutes, finally started at this moment.
Ying Luwei, who just came out from the backstage to make up, heard the intense applause.
"What's the matter?" she asked
Just now she finished playing, the applause was not so big.
The agent thought: "can't it be your fake niece who is driven out by Zhuo Lanhan, and your fans are cheering?"
"That's the only possibility." Ying Luwei's smile widened. "Let's go and watch the fun."
From the backstage to the hall, Ying Luwei walks very fast. She is afraid to miss the good play.
So when she arrived at the door, the applause was still there.
Ying Luwei lifts her hair and looks at the stage, thinking whether she wants to go up.
But after such a look at the past, as if to see something terrible, her whole blood in an instant countercurrent!
Looking at the girl playing, Ying Luwei is unbelievable.
The smile on her face suddenly solidified, and her face became pale bit by bit
she had never heard of Jihad, and naturally did not know what it was.
But it doesn't prevent her from hearing how difficult the song is, which is more shocking and explosive than "the sun and the moon".
She just listened for a few seconds, and her mood was completely driven by the sound of the piano.
Ying Luwei's body shakes.
What's going on?
How could that be?
Ying Zijin's piano was taught by her.
She is intentionally casually teaching, she just doesn't want to let Ying Zijin know any art.
Do you really think the Ying family is so easy to enter?
Returning to Ying's home will make Ying Zijin's nightmare begin.
But why, Ying Zijin is better than her?!
Ying Lu Wei's station was unstable, and she was black in front of her eyes.
Brain hypoxia, dry throat.
In her panic, Ying Luwei sees that, as if she had noticed her eyes, the girl raises her head from the golden piano and looks at her,
this look is very light and light, and there is no emotion.
No pride, no irony.
It's like the emperor who has already reached the peak, looking at the tiny things indifferently.
But it's just such a look that it makes Ying Luwei collapse.
She shivered and fell directly on the door, her legs softening.
No way!
Absolutely not!
This is her concert. How can Ying Zijin step on her?
Ying Luwei pushes away the stunned agent and runs to the mixing room.
The agent also reacted suddenly to come over, hurriedly chased up: "Lu Wei!"
**
Ying Zijin took back her eyes, but still didn't put them on the piano.
She is so familiar with this part that she has been playing blind all the time.
It's right to say that jihad has a higher musical status than sun and moon.
"Sun and moon" is her first piano piece, not perfect.
Because of the help of the Bible, the value of Jihad went up in an instant.
Ying Zijin's eyelashes drooped, and his fingers swept quickly from the high pitch area, and finally landed on a sound.
It's the end of the song.
Zhuo Lanhan has picked up the microphone and is ready to speak.
But she was shocked to find that the girl still had no sign of getting up.
Ying Zijin slightly rolled up the sleeve, fingers for the third time jumped on the piano key.
This time she played a serenade instead of a sonata.
This is a lyric style of music.
Just for a moment, the powerful shock brought by the sonata was suppressed by the euphemism of the serenade.
“……”
Zhuo Lanhan's eyes were shocked.
She has never heard of this one.
I'll go!!! also!!! This is not the song of jade that has never been played??! 】
[it must be the song of emerald. Although no one has ever played it, this is the tone of the song of emerald.
Bart was not dizzy. He hurriedly removed a mobile phone from his mobile phone.
It's a fragmentary score, missing in many places, not just a few notes.
"It's the song of emerald! It's really the song of emerald jade! " Bart is crazy. "She can even play the incomplete score!"
In addition to Willa hall, three hundred years later, there is no other pianist to play this song.
It's not because it's so difficult that no one can play it, but because the score is so incomplete that it can't be made up.
He tried, and he didn't succeed.Now, Bart had only one thought in his mind.
Music, it's going to explode!
**
mixing room.
The staff in charge of equipment management were also shocked by the concert, and they were all fascinated.
They didn't notice that someone would rush in at this time.
"Turn off the live broadcast!" Ying Luwei is crazy. "Turn off all the sounds. Do you hear me?"
It's not Ying Luwei's fans, but one of those piano lovers. He came to listen with a try attitude, and he didn't lack a ticket. As a result, he has not been able to recover from the great shock of the song "sun and moon". In a flash, he even heard "Jihad"! Jihad is the most noble of Willa Hall's three piano pieces. "Sun and moon" is even weaker than "Jihad" in terms of techniques and the whole idea of the song. The reason why Sun and moon is most famous is that more than ten pianists have played it. And "Jihad" has been only once so far. Three years ago, this piano lover happened to be on the other side of O state and was able to listen to it. Anyone who has heard of Jihad will never forget it. So even if he just listened to such a small prelude, he could instantly distinguish it. At the VIP table, Che Yu's expression was the same as that of hell. He was shocked. He didn't care to be quiet when listening to the concert: "teacher Zhuo, she..." Zhuo Lanhan slowly spat out a mouthful, and his body relaxed with the gentle sound of the piano, murmuring: "what a terrible talent." The tone of sun and moon is totally different from that of Jihad, even though the prelude of both pieces starts from the bass. One is at night, the moon god carrying a hunting bow leaps down the hillside, light and hazy. One is in heaven, God creates all things, angels slowly come to this world, holy and noble. Ying Zijin didn't have a rest, so he began to play Jihad directly. For them, there is no way to switch quickly in just a few seconds. What's more, a 22 minute Piano Sonata is still a world-famous piece with top difficulty like sun and moon. When Ying Zijin plays it, he doesn't even sweat a drop, and he is still very relaxed. "Ding Dong, Ding Dong --" the sound of the piano is flowing from low to high. It's a happy time. Zhuo Lanhan's expression gradually became serious. For the first time, she saw that a piano player could completely separate his emotion from the sound of the piano. The girl's eyebrows and eyes are so calm, even indifferent. Her fingers leaped rapidly on the keys, almost able to see the shadow, but her body did not move with it. "Dong Dong!" The quiet and far-reaching sound of the piano suddenly raised a key, as if there were bells on the clock tower. The girl's body burst out of a powerful explosive force, all infused in the music, and brought people into a new story. God took his son Adam to heaven, and Archangel Lucifer refused to kneel down. At his command, the angel directly rebelled against a third. The father and the son once opposed, the Jihad broke out! "Dong! Dong Dong - "there was another crazy sound transfer, and the piano music soared to the climax. "Cheer up, brother, hush." Berg shakes and almost faints, Bart, "don't you faint, you faint, I have to give you artificial respiration." Everyone else in the hall has been silly. None of Ying Luwei's fans can speak. Their faces were blue and white, and they wanted to leave. Even those who don't know piano can tell who is the best player. No. There is no way to compare Ying Luwei's three piano pieces. There are more and more playing screens, and those piano lovers are crazy. ah, ah, ah, I'm dying madly! What kind of fairy piano music is this? It's so shocking that I have no one. let me say that Willa hall is alive, no one refutes, right? not only is Willa hall alive, I think she is Willa hall herself. The court concert of feilengcui in the 18th century was just like this, right? Mr. Zhong is also a little silly. He felt that his granddaughter was beyond his imagination. Next to him, Xiuyu explained to him: "grandfather Zhong, what Ying's father just played is the sun and moon that Bai Lian's sister-in-law has always said she would play. This song of jihad is even more difficult." Good. Now she says that her music goddess is not Willa hall. She still fans them. At this time, the piano sound has slowed down again, and the story also develops to the failure of Archangel Lucifer, who begins to fall into hell. Heavy music, sad, let a person gasp. Fu Yunshen clasped his hands, supported his chin, and his eyes were deep. A few seconds later, he raised his eyelids and took a look at the upper right side of the hall. A camera then descended, then drew close, gave Ying Zijin a hand close-up. Her hands are too fast, constantly falling and bouncing, one by one strong sound explosion out.Vibrate the eardrum, hit the heart. "Pa pa pa -" the clapping sound, which had been dull for more than ten minutes, finally started at this moment. Ying Luwei, who just came out from the backstage to make up, heard the intense applause. "What's the matter?" she asked Just now she finished playing, the applause was not so big. The agent thought: "can't it be your fake niece who is driven out by Zhuo Lanhan, and your fans are cheering?" "That's the only possibility." Ying Luwei's smile widened. "Let's go and watch the fun." From the backstage to the hall, Ying Luwei walks very fast. She is afraid to miss the good play. So when she arrived at the door, the applause was still there. Ying Luwei lifts her hair and looks at the stage, thinking whether she wants to go up. But after such a look at the past, as if to see something terrible, her whole blood in an instant countercurrent! Looking at the girl playing, Ying Luwei is unbelievable. The smile on her face suddenly solidified, and her face became pale bit by bit she had never heard of Jihad, and naturally did not know what it was. But it doesn't prevent her from hearing how difficult the song is, which is more shocking and explosive than "the sun and the moon". She just listened for a few seconds, and her mood was completely driven by the sound of the piano. Ying Luwei's body shakes. What's going on? How could that be? Ying Zijin's piano was taught by her. She is intentionally casually teaching, she just doesn't want to let Ying Zijin know any art. Do you really think the Ying family is so easy to enter? Returning to Ying's home will make Ying Zijin's nightmare begin. But why, Ying Zijin is better than her?! Ying Lu Wei's station was unstable, and she was black in front of her eyes. Brain hypoxia, dry throat. In her panic, Ying Luwei sees that, as if she had noticed her eyes, the girl raises her head from the golden piano and looks at her, this look is very light and light, and there is no emotion. No pride, no irony. It's like the emperor who has already reached the peak, looking at the tiny things indifferently. But it's just such a look that it makes Ying Luwei collapse. She shivered and fell directly on the door, her legs softening. No way! Absolutely not! This is her concert. How can Ying Zijin step on her? Ying Luwei pushes away the stunned agent and runs to the mixing room. The agent also reacted suddenly to come over, hurriedly chased up: "Lu Wei!" **Ying Zijin took back her eyes, but still didn't put them on the piano. She is so familiar with this part that she has been playing blind all the time. It's right to say that jihad has a higher musical status than sun and moon. "Sun and moon" is her first piano piece, not perfect. Because of the help of the Bible, the value of Jihad went up in an instant. Ying Zijin's eyelashes drooped, and his fingers swept quickly from the high pitch area, and finally landed on a sound. It's the end of the song. Zhuo Lanhan has picked up the microphone and is ready to speak. But she was shocked to find that the girl still had no sign of getting up. Ying Zijin slightly rolled up the sleeve, fingers for the third time jumped on the piano key. This time she played a serenade instead of a sonata. This is a lyric style of music. Just for a moment, the powerful shock brought by the sonata was suppressed by the euphemism of the serenade. Zhuo Lanhan's eyes were shocked. She has never heard of this one. I'll go!!! also!!! This is not the song of jade that has never been played??! it must be the song of emerald. Although no one has ever played it, this is the tone of the song of emerald. Bart was not dizzy. He hurriedly removed a mobile phone from his mobile phone. It's a fragmentary score, missing in many places, not just a few notes. "It's the song of emerald! It's really the song of emerald jade! " Bart is crazy. "She can even play the incomplete score!" In addition to Willa hall, three hundred years later, there is no other pianist to play this song. It's not because it's so difficult that no one can play it, but because the score is so incomplete that it can't be made up. He tried, and he didn't succeed.Now, Bart had only one thought in his mind. Music, it's going to explode! **mixing room. The staff in charge of equipment management were also shocked by the concert, and they were all fascinated. They didn't notice that someone would rush in at this time. "Turn off the live broadcast!" Ying Luwei is crazy. "Turn off all the sounds. Do you hear me?"
