The Big Bosses Are Not What I Expected After I Transmigrated Into A Book

The bright stage lights concentrated on the black shiny grand piano area, making it the most eye-catching center of the audience.

Qiao Yang, who was wearing a white dress, became an even more eye-catching presence sitting in the center.His expression is gentle, his lower fingers are gentle, and his body occasionally shakes with the rhythm.

The melodious and long, meandering tone and melody flowed out from under his fingertips, echoing around the spacious venue like a spring stream.

The soft healing music also softened the atmosphere of the venue, and the audience in the audience couldn't help but bring some soothing smiles.

Gao Yuan sat on a table in the back row, and his expression changed less than five seconds after Qiao Yang played the keys.

He slightly raised his head to look at the handsome and elegant young master on the stage, and at the close-up of the hands dancing on the piano keys on the big screen.A pair of disdainful eyes hidden behind the sunglasses also became serious.

He himself is at the level of being a pianist, so he doesn't need everyone's judgment, he can hear Qiao Yang's piano strength from the short prelude.

It's really not just for fun.

Just when he was about to listen carefully, the gentle tune played by Qiao Yang gradually became faster.

With his left hand, he quickly played a thick, heavy and intense melody in the bass area.

The right hand bounces regularly on several keys in the treble area, creating a sharp and dangerous rhythm.

It also makes the whole tune sound with a heavy sense of crisis.

The audience, who are prone to empathy, listened secretly at this moment, gasping for breath, as if they were really facing a crisis, watching the man on the stage nervously and even sitting up straight.

Gao Yuan's eyes behind the sunglasses gradually widened, and he was startled.

The difficulty of this piece of music played by Qiao Yang is comparable to the "Winter Whirlwind" he just played.And Qiao Yang's playing skills and expressiveness can be said to be on par with him.

He began to enjoy Qiao Yang's melody as a viewer, and after gradually being immersed in the crisis melody, Qiao Yang stopped suddenly.

Gao Yuan's breath stagnated, and he instinctively felt what was going to happen next.

Like him, many people in the audience were also affected by their nerves. They were so nervous that they stopped suddenly when they held their breath. They looked at the man on the stage in bewilderment.

Qiao Yang raised his hands slowly, and his fingers let the gravity attract them to hang down a little bit away from the keys, until the last lingering sound of the pedals under his feet disappeared on the field.

Only then did the hands begin to fall slowly, and the ten fingers tapped the keys lightly like feathers, and the tune that flowed out became slow and sad.

Gradually, the audience realized that what Qiao Yang played was not just a piano piece, he was telling a story through the piano piece.

A story they don't know.

In the story, there are warm daily life, crisis and sad past.The audience immersed in the melody of the music has infinite reverie in their brains.

They imagined and guessed what kind of story Qiao Yang was telling.

Even Gao Yuan couldn't help thinking about what kind of man Qiao Yang was despite his status as a wealthy young master.Why is there such a sad past.

At this time, he suddenly woke up and thought of another thing.

Such an emotional and emotional piano piece was written by Qiao Yang himself! !

After realizing this, Gao Yuan opened his mouth in astonishment. He stared blankly at the man on the stage, accepting this unacceptable fact.

No wonder the company executives said that the three songs on the album for Mo Yu were pop music that Qiao Yang wrote and played casually.

The rhythm of the three songs is soothing, concise and clear.It is easy to remember the rhythm, and easy to sing catchy. It has strong characteristics of popular music.

And now this song, just a piano single, has rich emotions and jumping and changing rhythms.

Compared with the current one, those three songs are indeed written for fun.And one of them is Qiao Yang's level.

His back began to sweat, and even his breathing became tight, and the eyes covered under the sunglasses showed more and more incomprehensible expressions.

Among the audience, only Gu Ye frowned.

The Qiao Yang he knew was a man with delicate and soft feelings. His ability to write such a song showed what he had experienced.

The Qiao Yang he knew so far was the young master who was spoiled and protected by the Qiao family.But why is it possible to write emotionally changeable and complex pieces?

He looked at Qiao Yang, at the elegant and handsome man who was concentrating on playing the piano, and suddenly felt a little strange.

It was as if he had never really understood the man on the stage.

Just now the host said that Qiao Yang wrote this song for everyone around him.

Gu Ye thought: Everyone should include himself.

The audience at the venue were all attracted by Qiao Yang and his music on the stage, and no one noticed Qiao Tiancheng who was wiping away tears with a handkerchief.

Others couldn't understand the sadness in Qiao Yang's music, but he could.In the fate that Qiao Yang has experienced, there is a close and mysterious connection with him.

The sad music gradually passed away, replaced by a cheerful and clear rhythm.

The close-up of Qiao Yang's nimble fingers jumping between the long black and white keys on the big screen, like a white elf dancing with laughter and laughter, happy and cheerful.

Gu Ye smiled, he instinctively felt that the passage Qiao Yang played was related to him.

No matter what Qiao Yang has experienced before, he is happy now.He believed that in Qiao Yang's happiness, he also brought it to him.

A group of chords are pressed heavily, and the entire 5-minute piano piece ends.

It wasn't until the lingering sound gradually disappeared in every corner of the venue that the applause and cheers sounded deafeningly.

Uncle Zhou clapped his hands and applauded, and asked Qiao Tiancheng in pleasant surprise: "Old Qiao, your third child is at the level of a master, right? Why is it so well hidden by you? I have never seen him play before."

"He is too powerful."

He leaned in front of Qiao Tiancheng and said in a low voice, "I think your youngest plays something higher than the one just now, and it sounds much better."

Another uncle also said: "I heard from the host that this piece of music was written by your child himself? It's a pity not to engage in music."

Qiao Tiancheng hadn't come out of Qiao Yang's music yet, and his heart was full of thoughts, both sad and moved.

He watched Qiao Yang walk off the stage before responding to them with a smile: "...kids have been fond of it since they were young, and they have always liked to play with these things, as long as they don't make you laugh."

"In the future, the third child will look forward to the development in this area, and I hope that you will support and encourage the children."

Shang Hua sat at a table with Gao Yuan and several people from the entertainment industry.

He didn't realize until Qiao Yang walked off the stage that he forgot to hold the wine glass in his hand because he was concentrating on his playing, which caused his wrists to be sore now.

He looked complicated and smiled bitterly.

After putting down the wine glass, he looked at Gao Yuan and Liu Peng beside him, and said, "I told you that the music he wrote is not bad."

The voice was slow, the tone rose, and there was even a look of contempt in the eyes.

How could Liu Peng suffer from being said that, he looked uncomfortable, and looked at Gao Yuan for help.

Gao Yuan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Not only Shang Hua, but their tables and the surrounding tables were filled with figures from the entertainment and music art circles.

Of course, everyone knows that Gao Yuan once made a speech that ridiculed Qiao Yang's lack of ability but relying on capital to be bullied.

And now, after they listened to Qiao Yang's piano music and Gao Yuan's piano performance ability.Looking at Gao Yuan's attitude is different.

Under the eyes of everyone, Liu Peng felt even more like sitting on pins and needles.

As if trying to save face, he said in a low voice, "It's pretty good, but it's still not as good as Teacher Gao."

"Besides, what he wrote was just a single piano piece. Teacher Gao's arrangement is quite different from his."

After speaking, he looked at Gao Yuan again.

And Gao Yuan still had a blank face, his expression was unclear.

Liu Peng was angry. You were the one who provoked it back then, but now that you are ashamed, you should say a few words.

It made him feel ashamed too.

Of course, his words were also heard by the people around, but they exchanged eyes and smiled knowingly.

They are all people who have an understanding of music. Although it is a piano single, they can all hear the quality of the work.

Liu Peng became even more ashamed. He lowered his head and began to hate Gao Yuan in his heart, so that he is now being laughed at by everyone.

Teacher Wen Xiang glanced at them and laughed cheerfully.

He said to the two old cross talk actors beside him: "I just heard the Qiao family children play the middle part, and I think it matches my erhu very well."

"Fortunately, an acquaintance of mine introduced me to Qiao Yang. I will definitely find him to cooperate someday. Let's have a piano and erhu ensemble or something."

Wen Xiang is a veteran artist in the music industry.Today, including Gao Yuan, how many artists want to win over him.

And when he personally said that he wanted to cooperate with Qiao Yang, it meant that the old artist who had a pivotal position in the music industry recognized Qiao Yang's ability.

It happened at this time that he said the words of cooperating with Qiao Yang, and everyone knew that he had something in mind.

He looked at Gao Yuan's direction tacitly, and echoed Wen Xiang: "Yes, yes, I also think that the cooperation between Teacher Wen and Qiao Yang will definitely become a blockbuster."

Gao Yuan sat in his seat with his head down.

The long hair and big sunglasses seemed to be a barrier to protect him, blocking all kinds of eyes and words from around him.

He also covered his face so that others could not see his current embarrassment and shame.

Shang Hua reached out and knocked on Gao Yuan's table, looked at him with raised eyes, and asked, "Mr. Gao, why do I think you took this opportunity to come over and apologize to Young Master Qiao or something?"

Seeing that Gao Yuan was still motionless, he reminded him softly: "Mr. Gao, you can be respected only by being brave and worthy of your fans who support you."

Only then did Gao Yuan move.He picked up the wine glass in hand, raised his head and drank half of the wine in one gulp.

Then he lowered his head and looked sideways at Shang Hua, and said in a low and depressed voice: "Mr. Shang Hua, this matter has nothing to do with you, right?"

Shang Hua smiled: "How can it be okay? How can I say that Qiao Shao is also my fan."

He shook his phone, slightly proud: "We even changed our private number."

~

After the performance, the banquet draws to a close.

On the contrary, everyone's emotions were higher than they were at the beginning, and the banquet hall became more lively.

After Qiao Yang stepped off the stage, some guests immediately rushed over to congratulate him on his successful performance and praised his beautiful music.

Qiao Yang kept holding glasses with them modestly, sipping the red wine in the glass while socializing.

At this time, a person walked by him, dressed in a black suit, with shoulder-length hair and sunglasses covering his facial expression, but his slightly raised chin showed an unyielding arrogance.

He called out, "Joe... Qiao Yang."

The surrounding quiet down.

Everyone knew what was going on between Gao Yuan and Qiao Yang. They looked around at the road they automatically gave way after exchanging glances, and watched the scene quietly.

It was the first time for Qiao Yang to see Gao Yuan head-on, a man who couldn't see his face, but exuded a musical and artistic temperament and arrogance everywhere.He smiled and shouted, "Hello, Teacher Gao."

Gao Yuan pursed his lips and said, "I will change some of what I said, and I will also issue an apology statement. But today's performance does not mean that I lost to you."

Qiao Yang smiled lightly: "Yes. It's just a piano performance, there is no winner or loser."

The tone is indifferent and free and easy.

However, Qiao Yang's indifference just happened to arouse Gao Yuan's deeper frustration.

He took a deep breath, made himself stand more straight, and said: "Mo Yu and Chi Lin seem to be checking whether I have participated in any competitions recently. I know you want to compare with me."

"You don't need to ask them to check. Three months later, I will participate in the American Young Talents International Composition Competition, and it's still too late for you to sign up now."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for Qiao Yang's answer, leaving everyone with a haughty back.

American Young Talents International Composition Competition?

Qiao Yang was puzzled.

He seemed to have some impression of this competition, which was included in the entry materials Su Cheng gave him.

Gao Yuan's personal apology also gave the people around him a new level of understanding and recognition of Qiao Yang.

It is actually very simple for a rich and powerful young master to get rid of a music producer.

But Qiao Yang was able to make a convincing apology by virtue of his strength.This is a kind of self-cultivation and confidence in one's musical talent.

They continued to congratulate and congratulate Qiao Yang, but this time with genuine recognition and respect.

Qiao Yang didn't say anything, but he was still happy in his heart.He swept around looking for something, and finally saw Gu Ye.

Gu Ye was also looking at him, looking at him and smiling.The expression of love that only he could understand in the beautiful and deep peach blossom eyes was even stronger at this moment.

After entertaining the guests around them, the two finally found a chance to walk together.

Qiao Yang raised his head slightly, and asked with some pride in his voice: "How did I play the song just now?"

Then, he looked like he was waiting to be praised and praised, and his eyes shone with anticipation.

Gu Ye lowered his eyes and smiled: "Very good."

Qiao Yang was dissatisfied with his simple answer, and continued to ask, "How good is it?"

Gu Ye lowered his voice and said, "It's so good... I want to lock you up so that no one can see your brilliance. You can only show it to me, and only let me play the piano alone."

Qiao Yang: ...What kind of perverted recognition and praise is this.

Gu Ye reminded him again: "You drink less alcohol, tonight... you still have to go to my house."

The last few words were said in a deep and slow voice, with a hint of hint.

Qiao Yang:? ! !

He wants to come!

Gu Ye has already prepared everything for him. He wants to fulfill his boyfriend's task to satisfy his man tonight?

The exhaustion of the night's entertainment, coupled with the exhaustion of last night, made Qiao Yang feel a little weak.

Looking at Gu Ye, who was tall, energetic, and bursting with infinite energy, he felt that he might... not move him.

Qiao Yang dodged his eyes and let out a 'huh', holding the wine glass and drinking even more fiercely.