I collapsed from the roof, the system came?

Erlang Miyata has never met Wang Mo.

When he and Wang Mo faced off in the air, Wang Mo was still "speechless" and never showed his true face to the public.

Therefore, under the premise of only hearing his name but not seeing his person, Miyata Jiro once firmly believed that Wu Yan was a legendary old man hidden in China. Because he feels that only old people over fifty or sixty can compose piano music with the artistic conception of "Memory of Love" and are proficient in many Chinese music and musical instruments.

However, when Wu Yan was revealed a year later, Jiro Miyata was paralyzed.

young people?

Early twenties?

That kind of psychological impact made Jiro Miyata stupid.

He has always regarded himself as a genius in the piano world, and he is proud of Fusang country and even the world. So a young man who is more talented than him suddenly appears. You can imagine his mentality.

Therefore, although he has never met Wang Mo in reality, Wang Mo's appearance has been deeply ingrained in his heart, even more deeply than his teacher, Mr. Aangda, to a certain extent.

"Mr. Silent?"

At this moment, Miyata Jiro's scalp exploded.

Almost instantly, he was sure that the young man sitting in the audience was the nightmare in his heart, or the peak that he always thought was out of reach.

During his first year in China, he had exhausted all channels to meet Wu Yan and ask him about piano knowledge in person, but to no avail. This is also the deep regret in Miyata Jiro's heart.

but now!

The person he longed to see the most was actually right under the stage.

"It's him! It's him!"

Miyata was stunned for just a moment, then felt his blood surge. He jumped down from the more than one meter high stage amidst the exclamations of the audience, and rushed towards Wang Mo impatiently.

At the same time, he thought to himself: Sure enough, there is an old saying in China that is right.

Fate, wonderful!

Look!

People whom I could never see in China were met thousands of miles away in North America.

but.

When Miyata Jiro's blood surged.

The dozens of upper-class celebrities sitting in the Lyceum Theater all turned pale and panicked.

They never dreamed that Mr. Jiro Miyata, an international pianist who had been gentle and humble just now, would suddenly jump off the stage with a red face, and then rush towards an Oriental young man like a reckless man.

"God! What's going on?"

"Mr. Miyata Futoryo, what stimulation did you receive?"

"Oh! What happened?"

"Get out of the way, I want to post on Moments!"

"..."

Only a few celebrities sitting next to Kenneth frowned with thoughtful expressions.

They all heard Wang Mo's words just now, so they felt that Miyata Erlang rushed over, and it was most likely that Wang Mo's words reached the pianist's ears.

After all, although they were some distance from the stage, everyone was sitting in the front row. With the pianist's keen hearing, it was not impossible to hear Wang Mo speak.

How can pianists with their arrogance endure the humiliation of an unknown person?

Kenneth secretly yelled that was bad.

This bastard!

His face turned ugly, and he had already made up his mind. As long as Mr. Jiro Miyata got angry at Wang Mo, he would immediately call the security guards to expel this ignorant guy.

Well...and Edgar, get out of here!

Something that is more than enough to succeed but more than enough to fail!

"Mr. Miyata..."

Kenneth was about to speak.

Next to him, a celebrity in a suit and tie had already spoken in advance: "Mr. Miyata, I know why you are angry! I can understand your impulse! Because a great pianist like you will never tolerate being humiliated by a clown."

Speaking of this, the celebrity pointed at Wang Mo.

"It's him! It's this clown. He actually dares to comment on your piano music without restraint. Hahaha, it's really funny. Who does he think he is? A green-mouthed kid actually said that your piano song "Enlightenment" has three major characteristics. The point of failure is really laughable..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

Because Jiro Miyata interrupted him.

At this moment, Jiro Miyata stopped, looked at the other party with a gloomy expression, and asked coldly in less than proficient English: "May I ask, sir?"

The other party smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to greet Jiro Miyata: "Hello, Mr. Miyata, I am Matthew from the Statham family. Nice to meet you."

Jiro Miyata ignored his etiquette and asked coldly: "How happy are you?"

Matthew almost lost his temper: "..."

Jiro Miyata: "Mr. Matthew, right? Then what are these three major failures?"

Matthew had realized that something was wrong with Miyata Erlang's expression, but he still thought that the other party was angry with Wang Mo, so he quickly explained: "He said that your first major failure in "Enlightenment" was that it was too tacky..."

As he spoke, he repeated what Wang Mo said just now.

At the same time, he hummed: "I really don't know how high the sky is..."

Miyata Jiro interrupted him for the second time: "I think what he said makes sense."

few words.

moment.

The audience was silent.

Matthew was stunned for a moment.

Kenneth thought he heard wrongly, so he subconsciously picked out his ears, his face full of shock.

As for the others, they were all confused.

However, next they saw a scene that made them all unbelievable.

Erlang Miyata pushed Matthew away and stopped two meters away from Wang Mo. Then he stood with his hands cupped, raised his hands above his head, stood straight with his legs, then leaned forward, bowed deeply to Wang Mo, and said respectfully in pure Chinese: "Miyata Erlang, pay my respects to Mr. Wuyan."

Wang Mo was slightly surprised.

Because Miyata Jiro followed the Chinese standard discipleship etiquette.

Even without Wang Mo's response at this moment, Miyata Erlang kept bending over and motionless.

Wang Mo originally thought that Erlang Miyata would be very indifferent to him even if he didn't secretly hate him. The scene before him was unexpected. His mind was spinning, and finally he smiled and said: "Mr. Miyata, you're welcome."

As he said that, he stepped forward and held up his hands.

Miyata Jiro then stood up, but still stood opposite him respectfully.

Wang Mo said: "Mr. Miyata, this is the first time that you and I have met, so there is no need to bow as a disciple."

Miyata Jiro shook his head and said seriously: "Mr. Wuyan, you have just commented on my "Enlightenment", which deeply benefited me. I always thought "Enlightenment" was my proud work, but after your words, sir, I Only then did I realize that this piano piece had so many shortcomings. No wonder I have never been able to reach the level of a piano master. It was because I was too stuck in the cliché. So, your advice just now is enough for me to call you teacher. , please don’t blame me.”

Got it!

Wang Mo shook his head. He had no interest in accepting a Fusang man as his student.

However, he couldn't say anything about the other party's respectful attitude.

The conversation between the two was in Chinese, and many North American executives, including Kenneth and Matthew, could not understand half of the words, but it did not prevent them from judging Miyata Jiro's respectful attitude.