world class art fanatic

Zhong Ying sat on the stage, raised his head after tuning the strings, and saw Qi Shushu's eyes.

The judges looked at him with surprise, surprise, and a hint of inquiry.

There was a certain distance between the stage and the auditorium, and Zhong Ying could only hear their intense conversation, but couldn't hear what they were talking about in a fast tone.

So, he responded to Li Jinqiu's gesture with a smile, and nodded to the master.

With a sweep of his gaze, he saw Ferris next to him with an arrogant expression on his face.

This is the second time he saw the wealthy businessman after saying goodbye to Fries.

When Zhong Ying checked the information, he would see the jewelry group controlled by Fliss from time to time, which continued to commemorate the Liberation Day and held charity concerts.

Not to mention whether Fries is a good guy.At least, as a Jew, he had a deep memory of this unprecedented disaster, more deeply than any consortium.

Zhong Ying tapped the string lightly with his fingers, thinking that the pistil lute suspected to be Ms. Zheng's should be very important to Fliss.

If it is not important, he will not refuse others to watch it, and refuse to hand it over to the art orchestra.

Maybe……

Its value, for Fliss, was well over €1000 million.

"Xiao Ying, are you ready?"

In order to bring down the Vienna Spring, Sarah personally commanded, looking forward to Zhong Ying.

"Okay." Zhong Ying responded obediently, pressing the string with his left hand and waiting in the air with his right hand.

With the light drop of her baton, she rang the first tone of "Together in the Same Boat".

The resplendent and resplendent interior of the hall became even more resplendent and dazzling in this extremely high-pitched rhythm.

The judges, who had been prepared for a long time, listened to another sad tune, and their spirits were shocked, and their ears were pricked up.

The performance of the Art Orchestra, starting from the solemn and serious C major, displayed in front of everyone, not a tragic sky of death, but more like a clean blue sky in a peaceful age.

The melody of the pipa always leads the orchestra to jump.

The judges seemed to be standing under the Mauthausen Monument, listening to the calm eulogy, instead of being in the dark flames of war.

The short brilliance, with the rapid notes of the violin, shattered all the peaceful memory.

Zhong Ying's slender fingers flicked away, and with the unique timbre of the pipa, everyone felt the urgency of swords, swords, halberds, and bullets.

Lingling's chords are superior to all musical instruments, and they are perfectly integrated into the orchestral melody.

Fliss stared at the stage, the arrogance of disdain in his heart disappeared in the fluttering pipa strings of the player's fingertips.

If "Stargazing" reminds him a lot.

Then "Together in the Same Boat" made him unable to think about it. He could only see blood-stained streets and snow-covered city walls along with the music.

There was also a cracking sound that was as shocking as a gunshot, causing him to blink in shock, as if his body had lost its warmth and strength.

The sound made by Zhong Ying's drooping eyes was just like the war-torn Austria, the frozen water flow, a glimmer of life hidden in the dead silence.

The dead support each other, and the mourners sympathize with each other.

In the ugly human nature, great kindness bursts out, and the unknown rebels who have disappeared in the long river of history cry out for victory.

Help each other, walk side by side...

It seems that they are not helpless prey waiting to die, but a powerful savior waiting for the opportunity to move.

As long as you give them a beam of light, they can rise side by side and burn into their own sun.

Zhong Ying drew the strings at the end of the song, and the sound of the art orchestra gradually faded.

The long and continuous echo reverberated into the silence of the music hall.

The judges stared at the stage silently, immersed in their own thoughts, their throats choked up, and they were unable to speak.

It seems that opening their mouths will disturb the self-improving undead, and it will destroy their well-planned resistance.

Suddenly, the uncontrollable low breath covered the tears rolling in the eyes of the listener.

Coughing and snorting gradually appeared in the broken silence, and the judges looked around and rejected each other, and no one dared to be the first dull person to speak.

At this moment, any language is lacking and pale in front of the art orchestra's "Together in the Same Boat".

Because the strings are moving, it is like the return of the dead, and the eyes are firm and recounting their efforts before death.

They are not sitting still.

They experienced painful struggles, held back, and with their soft fingertips, they continued to carve out a glimmer of hope on the hard walls of the concentration camp.

Li Jinqiu sighed, understanding everyone's silence.

He stood up, supported the back of the chair, and said: "Gaze at the starry sky, remember forever, help each other in the same boat, and move forward side by side."

"I know that you like "Gaze at the Starry Sky" created by me, but as you have heard personally, this is not a performance that should compete with each other. The two orchestras are together, which is a complete commemoration."

"Gaze at the Starry Sky" and "Together in the Same Boat".

A perfect chapter, expressing a perfect musical idea with two pieces of music, without anyone else, the lyric is empty.

In the minds of the judges, they were still thinking about Li Jinqiu's arrogance and madness before.

At this time, I felt that I was the one who was crazy.

"No wonder you said he was a genius..." The judges covered their eyes and laughed at themselves.

The companions agreed, "I thought Chinese people would only sing sad and sad music, but I never thought that "Together in the Same Boat" completely surpassed the mourning I wanted to hear."

"Gaze at the starry sky, help each other in the same boat, without any song, it would not be a complete memorial."

The professional music critics invited for this competition did not dare to comment casually under the shocking performance of "Together in the Same Boat".

But everyone present almost immediately agreed with Li Jinqiu's point of view——

Letting them play together is the respect for the victims.

However, an agreement was reached at the concert hall, but the key figures did not say a word.

The judges had to turn around and look at the wealthy businessman on one side, and reminded loudly: "Mr. Fliss? Sir?"

Ferris frowned and squinted slightly, but he couldn't hide his red eyes.

He raised his hand to gently cover his eyelids, and complained, "I can hear music, and I can understand German."

Everyone laughed good-naturedly, waiting for the Jewish businessman to recover.

Fortunately, Fliss didn't waste long. He let out a long breath, stood up, and looked directly at the stage.

"The Art Orchestra and the Vienna Spring are both music groups I admire."

His tone was sincere, and he lost his habitual insouciance, "I hope that in the memorial concert, you can perform "Gaze at the Stars" and "Together in the Same Boat" together, for my grandfather, for the victims of concentration camps, and for the suffering of this world of all peoples, with a voice that belongs to us.”

Fliss' eyes were fixed on the young Zhong Ying.

He thoroughly felt the deep meaning in the pipa, and the calm, warm, and hopeful music thought stimulated his eyes and made him unable to hold back his tears.

Such a wonderful musical instrument from the far east, in the hands of a wonderful Chinese, brought him unprecedented insights.

As if the grandfather who has passed away, telling the story of the past in his ear.

Telling about those suffering prisoners, how they longed to live until the spring of the second year.

In the sound of the unfamiliar pipa, he actually had a fantasy——

Fantasizing about going back to 1944, or going back to an earlier time, buying the Nazis with money, rescuing his poor grandfather and the deceased whom he had never met, and taking them to Vienna in the early spring.

Such a fresh and profound fantasy was brought by Zhong Ying.

Fliss looked up at the stage and said: "Mr. Zhong, you are indeed a genius, far beyond my narrow imagination. The music you composed is very beautiful, and it is a natural sound that I have never heard before. Your pipa..."

He evoked a faint smile, "Unique, unparalleled in the world."

The admiration of the rich businessman immediately determined the final result.

The judges of the Music Association looked at each other, and they could all see the joy and unsatisfactory praise on the expressions of their friends.

They congratulated the group leaders in low voices, and then approached Fan Chengyun to inquire about the deeds of his talented apprentice.

Ferris sighed faintly, looked at Li Jinqiu beside him with red eyes, and admitted the composer's ruthlessness.

"You are right, Zhong Ying is a genius, the piano of the Vienna Spring is not good."

He frowned, his words were full of dislike for Lian Junan.

"A pianist's performance can't compare to the shock brought to me by a pipa. I really, really——I can't admit it!"

Li Jinqiu didn't like Fries, but he appreciated that Fries knew his mistakes and could correct them.

"It's fine if you can't approve it. There is still some time before the concert, and Zhong Ying and I can make these two pieces better."

His promise was directly brought to Zhong Ying, "It's fine if you don't need a piano, Zhong Ying's pipa can hold up the whole commemoration."

The composer helped decide everything, and soon the results of the competition reached everyone in the two orchestras.

Ensemble "Gaze at the Starry Sky" and "Together in the Same Boat" without a piano.

The leader of the Vienna Spring learned of the result, and before he could protest, Lian Jun'an rushed out first.

"Qiu, I'm the best performer!"

Li Jinqiu and Zhong Ying were waiting for Fries to hand over the pipa, when they suddenly heard such a question, everyone turned their heads and stared at the distraught pianist.

Lian Junan obviously asked the wrong person for help, and he was still making up for himself, "You know I can perform two pieces of music by myself!"

"sorry, I do not know."

Li Jinqiu's cruelty never depends on the occasion, "I even want to ask, do you know the piano?"

One sentence is enough to ignite the pianist's anger.

"What do you mean?"

He was not familiar with Li Jinqiu, and the head of the band always ensured that his playing fully met the expectations of this talented composer.

But he didn't expect that he would face the attack directly.

"I don't care."

Li Jinqiu didn't bother to answer him, although he wanted to raise Zhong Ying and criticize him for a while, but he instinctively felt that he couldn't use Zhong Ying to offend others.

So, he said euphemistically: "I just think your piano is very boring."

Lian Junan, who has always been praised and sought after, was shocked.

He made his stage debut at the age of seven, and the titles of "Genius", "Little Beethoven" and "Mozart is alive" have been heard endlessly for 15 years. Even in Vienna, he is still the best pianist.

However, the composer dismissed him, and even the music critics from the Music Association comforted him: "Ann, you are indeed the best pianist, but the two pieces this time are not suitable for piano playing, so ..."

"How could Li Jinqiu's specially composed piece not be suitable for the piano!"

Lian Junan is not a fool, he can hear the comfort in the judges' words, but he doesn't need comfort.

"Let's not talk about Li Jinqiu's music, even if it's an art orchestra's music, it's also suitable for the piano!"

After he finished speaking, he went to the stage angrily.

The dark and expensive Steinway stands quietly on the stage, as if the keys still retain the temperature he just played.

Lian Junan didn't inform anyone what he was going to do.

Because, the piano will let them know!

The pianist in a black tuxedo presses keys angrily, and the melody sounds familiar yet unfamiliar.

He played "Together in the Same Boat".

The magnificent and solemn prelude had a unique echo, which made the audience tremble.

That is not the majesty and sharpness of the pipa, but the hard clang of the keys.

In an instant, the gentle white clouds drifted away from the clear blue sky, revealing the blazing sun.

Lian Junan's performance raised sharp knives and guns in places that should be gentle.

Where there should be silence, there is a trembling of the devil.

Zhong Ying stood under the stage, listening to the music he composed, which became the crisp and smooth keys of the piano, but he almost couldn't find the musical idea that should appear on the piano.

Because there is no emotion in his piano sound.

What the smooth melody plays is not the performer's nostalgia for the victims, nor the prospect of future peace, nor the greatness of the suffering people who are in the same boat and marching side by side in the flames of war.

but skill.

Whether it's the super-difficult vibrato, or the devilish intervals like the tri-tone that he added as a show of skill, Zhong Ying was surprised and resisted.

Zhong Ying didn't know any profound music theory, he just felt that the pieces played by Lian Junan were very strange.

If Li Jinqiu kept emphasizing that his piano was bad, then in Zhong Ying's ears, Lian Jun'an was not even as good as Li Jinqiu.

The audience was shocked by Lian Junhao's unique playing skills.

The ears of the judges experienced another unique kind of "Together in the Same Boat", devastated and tortured in a more intense war.

Lian Junan's technique is undoubtedly the best.

He straightened his forearms, immersed in the crazy performance, swaying his body with the notes, and poured all his life skills into it.

The 88 black and white keys seem to be played by him at the same time.

The whole concert hall echoes with the sky and earth net he created, and no one can move half a step to escape.

After the song was over, Lian Junan slid his fingers across the piano and played a soothing ending.

He stood up to pay his respects, and said emphatically, "Qiu, you will never find a better pianist than me!"

Standing there frowning, Li Jinqiu finally survived the torture.

He swore that if Lian Junan was playing the electronic piano, he would definitely be the No.

It's a pity that Lian Jun'an didn't realize Li Jinqiu's repulsion at all, seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, he immediately became proud.

"I'm the perfect guy to play Stargazing and Together."

Li Jinqiu felt greatly offended.

He replied coldly: "Even if all the pianists on earth die, I will not choose you."

He would rather play it himself!

Lian Jun'an obviously underestimated the lethality of Li Jinqiu's telling the truth.

He blushed and had never suffered such humiliation.

"what?"

Li Jinqiu folded his hands, stared at the piano closely, and said: "If your leader insisted on refusing to replace you, you shouldn't be asked to play "Gaze at the Stars" today. Didn't you realize that I only came to rehearse once? Because , I was afraid that I would not be able to control myself, so I completely deleted the piano part, so as not to pollute the ears of the audience."

He was afraid that this person would be irritated, and persuaded him with kind words: "Stop playing, Mr. Lian, don't make me hate the piano."

The Music Association will always want to applaud Li Jinqiu silently.

Even the harshest music critic, compared with this talented composer, has become so gentle and restrained.

The leader of the Vienna Spring had a dull face, and quickly whispered: "Ann, this is just a commemorative concert, you don't have to do this."

"Come on, boy, you are still the best player in my heart."

The leader is so gentle.

Lian Jun'an was even more hit. He stood on the stage relying on his strength, but was treated by Li Jinqiu as if he was a relative, and he lingered in the orchestra.

He couldn't admit the fact.

Lian Jun'an is proud and smooth, and has never suffered such an insult from an arrogant composer.

Even if Li Jinqiu told him not to play the piano anymore, Lian Junan sat back in front of the piano.

Because this is his only reliance and only weapon, he needs a more profound, sad and hopeful tune to win back the cruel composer's heart.

Lian Junan sat in front of the piano in silence for a long time, and finally, he raised his hands again.

Li Jinqiu immediately frowned and covered his ears.

He swears, if this guy does one more devil's tune or triple trill, he'll never write a piano part in his life, and to hell with the piano!

However, Lian Junan's keys are soft and deep, and the music that comes out of the keys is unique.

Even the hazy tone that leaked between the fingers caused Li Jinqiu to look up in surprise, and he greatly changed his view of Lian Junan.

This is a unique piece of music.

The strange and touching voice frightened everyone from the moment the first key was pressed.

It's sad, low, and pathetic.

Sunny, optimistic and positive.

The two diametrically opposite emotions were intertwined, making everyone present feel as if their chests were dull like after a cloudy rain, and suddenly their eyes suddenly seemed like the scorching sun at noon.

Not only the Music Association and the composer, but even Zhong Ying was surprised, watching Lian Junan's every keystroke.

Those notes jumping on the keys seem to be born with spirituality, and they are always entangled with Lian Junan's fingertips, weaving a unique piece of music for him.

You can't call it sad and you can't call it positive.

It jumped out of all definitions of music and captured everyone's heart.

Lian Junan calmly finished playing.

As soon as the sound of the piano disappeared, Li Jinqiu's surprised voice came.

"What's it called?"

Lian Junan turned his head, satisfied to see the composer's concentration.

He politely replied: "It has no name, it's a piece I improvised."

"Qiu, maybe my piano is a little short, but I can practice. It's like improvising, and I can play to my strengths."

Li Jinqiu hesitated silently.

He even felt that letting Zhong Ying play the piano was better than Lian Junan's, and he was really reluctant to part with the impromptu performance just now.

It's so beautiful, and it fits perfectly with Zhong Ying's composition.

The desolation of the dead and the hope of the living are all condensed in the short improvisation, and there is also a deep meaning that he has not grasped for the time being.

Li Jinqiu hadn't spoken yet, but Zhong Ying moved.

Regardless of his master's usual serious instructions, he followed his heart and walked onto the stage, standing one step away from the piano, with a clear and firm voice.

"It's not your song."

Zhong Ying could feel the separation between Lian Junan's technique and the emotion of the song, "It's not suitable for you."