The bright stage lighting was concentrated on the black and shiny grand piano area, making it the center of attention of the audience.
Sitting in the center, Qiao Yang in a white dress also became a more dazzling presence. His expression was soft, his lower fingers were gentle, and his body occasionally swayed with the rhythm.
The melodious, meandering tone and melody flowed out from under his fingertips, echoing around the spacious venue like a spring stream.
The music with soft and healing colors also softened the atmosphere of the venue, and the audience under the stage couldn't help but bring some soothing smiles.
Gao Yuan sat on a table in the back row, 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 his hands dancing on the piano keys on the big screen. A pair of eyes that had been hiding behind the sunglasses with a look of disdain also became serious.
He can become a pianist himself, so he doesn't need everyone's judgment, he can hear the strength of Qiao Yang's piano from the short prelude.
It's not really a level of play.
Just when he wanted to listen carefully, the gentle tune that Qiao Yang played gradually became more rapid.
With his left hand, he quickly played a thick, heavy and intense melody in the low range.
The right hand bounces regularly on several keys in the upper register, jumping out of a sharp and dangerous rhythm.
It also makes the whole tune sound with a heavy sense of crisis.
The listeners, who are prone to empathy, are listening to it with air-conditioning and nervousness, as if they are really facing a serious crisis, nervously looking at the man on the stage and even sitting upright.
The eyes behind Gaoyuan's sunglasses gradually widened, and he was startled.
The difficulty of this piece of music that Qiao Yang played is comparable to the "Winter Whirlwind" he played just now. Moreover, Qiao Yang's playing skills and expressiveness can be said to be comparable to him.
He began to enjoy Qiao Yang's melody as a viewer, but after his emotions gradually immersed in the crisis melody, Qiao Yang suddenly stopped.
Gao Yuan's breathing stagnated, and he instinctively felt what was going to happen next.
Just like him, there were also many people under the stage whose nerves were affected. They stopped suddenly when they were so nervous that they held their breath. They looked at the man on stage in confusion.
Qiao Yang raised his hands slowly, and let his fingers sag away from the keys a little bit by the attraction of gravity, until the last lingering sound of the pedals under his feet disappeared on the field.
The hands began to fall slowly, and the ten fingers gently hit the keys 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.
There are warm daily life, crisis and sad past in the story. Listeners who are immersed in the melody of the music unfold infinite reverie in their brains.
They imagined and guessed what kind of story Qiao Yang was telling.
Even Gao Yuan couldn't help but ponder, what kind of man Qiao Yang was after throwing away his identity 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 fact that was difficult for him to accept.
No wonder the company's executives said that the three songs on Mo Yu's album were pop music that Qiao Yang casually wrote and played.
The rhythm of the three songs is soothing, concise and clear. It is easy to remember the rhythm and easy to sing. It has the characteristics of strong popular music.
And now this song, just a piano single, has rich emotions and jumping and changing rhythm.
Compared with the current one, those three songs are indeed at the level of writing and playing. And one that is Qiao Yang's level.
He began to sweat on his back, and even his breathing became tighter, and the eyes covered by the sunglasses were more and more incomprehensible.
Among the audience under the stage, only Gu Ye frowned.
The Qiao Yang he knew was a man with delicate and soft feelings, and his ability to write such a song showed what he had experienced.
The Qiao Yang he currently knows is the young master who is spoiled and protected by the Qiao family. But why can you write emotionally changeable and complex songs
He looked at Qiao Yang, at the elegant and handsome man who was focused on playing the piano, and suddenly felt a little strange.
It was as if he had never really understood the man on the stage.
The host said just now that Qiao Yang's song was written 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 wiped away his tears with a handkerchief.
Others can't understand the sadness in Qiao Yang's tunes, but he can. In the fate that Qiao Yang has experienced, he has a close and mysterious connection with him.
The sad music gradually passed away, replaced by a cheerful and bright rhythm.
The close-up of Qiao Yang's flexible fingers on the big screen jumps lightly between the long black and white keys, like a white elf dancing with laughter, happy and cheerful.
Gu Ye smiled. He instinctively felt that there was something about him in this passage played by Qiao Yang.
No matter what Qiao Yang has experienced before, now he is happy. He believed that in this happiness of Qiao Yang, there was also a share that he brought to him.
A group of chords are pressed hard, and the entire five-minute piano piece ends.
The applause and cheers were deafening until the reverberation gradually disappeared in every corner of the venue.
Uncle Zhou clapped his hands and asked Qiao Tiancheng in surprise: "Old Qiao, your third child is at the master level, right? How can you hide it so strong, I have never seen him play it before."
"He's too good."
He lowered his voice and leaned in front of Qiao Tiancheng and said, "I think your third child plays better than the one just now, and he plays much better."
Another uncle also said: "I heard the host say that this song was written by your child? It's a pity not to make music."
Qiao Tiancheng hadn't come out of Qiao Yang's music yet, and his heart was full of thoughts that were incomprehensible, both sad and moved.
He looked at Qiao Yang and walked off the stage before responding to them with a smile: "...Children have been hobbies since childhood, and they like to play these things at ordinary times. It's ok not to make you laugh."
"In the future, the third child will hope to develop in this area, and I also hope that you will join in and encourage your children."
Shang Hua and Gao Yuan were sitting at a chapter table with several people from the entertainment industry.
He knew that when Qiao Yang stepped off the stage, he realized that because he was focusing on his playing, he forgot to hold the wine glass in his hand, causing his wrists to feel 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 said that the songs he wrote are not bad."
The voice was slow, the tone rose, and there was a look of contempt in his eyes.
How could Liu Peng suffer from being told that? He looked uncomfortable and looked at Gao Yuan for help.
Gao Yuan pursed his lips and said nothing.
Not only Shanghua, but also the people around them are people from the entertainment industry and the music art world.
Of course, we all know that Gao Yuan once made remarks that satirized Qiao Yang's incompetence but wanted to be favored by capital.
And now, after they listened to Qiao Yang's piano music and Gao Yuan's piano playing ability. Looking at Gao Yuan's attitude is different.
Under the eyes of everyone, Liu Peng felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
He tried to regain his face, and said in a low voice, "It's good, but it's still a bit worse than Teacher Gao."
"Moreover, what he wrote was only a piano single. Teacher Gao's arrangement is very different from his."
After speaking, he looked at Gao Yuan again.
However, Gao Yuan still had a blank expression on his face, and his expression was unknown.
Liu Peng's heart got angry. You were the one who caused it at the beginning, but now it's embarrassing for you to say something.
It made him embarrassed too.
Of course, his words were heard by the people around him, but everyone exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.
They are all people who have an understanding of music. Although it is a piano single, they can hear the quality of the work.
Liu Peng became even more ashamed. He lowered his head and began to hate Gao Yuan for causing him to be laughed at by everyone now.
Teacher Wen Xiang glanced at them and laughed happily.
He said to the two old cross talk actors beside him: "I just heard the Qiao's children play the middle part, and I felt that my erhu was a special match."
"Fortunately, I have an acquaintance who introduced me to Qiao Yang. I must find him to cooperate one day. Let's have a piano erhu ensemble or something."
Wenxiang is a veteran artist in the music industry. Today, including Gao Yuan, how many artists want to have a relationship with him.
And he said that he wanted to cooperate with Qiao Yang, which means that the old artist who has a pivotal position in the music industry recognizes Qiao Yang's ability.
He happened to say what he said about cooperation with Qiao Yang at this time, and everyone knew that he had something on his mind.
He tacitly looked at Gao Yuan's direction, and agreed with Wen Xiang: "Yes, yes, I also think that the cooperation between Teacher Wen and Qiao Yang will definitely be a blockbuster."
Sitting high 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 Gaoyuan's table, raised his eyes and looked at him, and asked, "Mr. Gao, why do I think you took this opportunity to look for it and apologize to Qiao Shao?"
Seeing that Gao Yuan was still motionless, he reminded in a low voice, "Mr. Gao, only if you dare to be respectful can you be respected and worthy of your fans who support you."
Only then did Gao Yuan act. He picked up the wine glass in his hand, raised his head and drank half of the wine in one go.
Then he lowered his head and glanced at Shang Hua, and said in a low and suppressed 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 numbers."
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After the performance, the banquet also came to an end.
On the contrary, everyone's mood was higher than at the beginning, and the banquet hall became more lively.
After Qiao Yang stepped off the stage, some guests rushed over to congratulate him on his successful performance and praised his good music.
Qiao Yang humbly kept cups with them, socializing with sips of red wine in wine glasses.
At this moment, a man walked over to 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 shouted: "Joe... Qiao Yang."
The surroundings became quiet.
Everyone knew what was going on between Gao Yuan and Qiao Yang. They looked around and exchanged glances with each other, and they gave way automatically, watching this scene quietly.
It was the first time that Qiao Yang saw Gao Yuan face-to-face, but he could not see his face, but he exuded musical artistic temperament and arrogance everywhere. He smiled and shouted, "Hello, Teacher Gao."
Gao Yuan moved his pursed lips and said, "I will change some of the words 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, no one wins or loses."
The tone was carefree.
However, Qiao Yang's indifference happened to arouse Gao Yuan's deeper frustration.
He took a deep breath, made himself stand straighter, and said, "Mo Yu and Chi Lin seem to be checking if I have participated in any competitions recently. I know you want to compete with me."
"You don't have to ask them to check. In three months, I will participate in the American Young Talent International Composition Competition. It's too late to sign up now."
After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Qiao Yang to answer, he turned around and left, leaving everyone with a arrogant back.
American Young Talent International Composition Competition
Joe Yang was puzzled.
He seemed to have some impressions 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 better view 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 own musical talent.
They continued to congratulate and congratulate Qiao Yang, but this time with real 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 and smiling at him. In the beautiful and deep peach blossom eyes, only he can understand the expression of love, which is even more intense at this moment.
After socializing with the guests around them, the two finally found an opportunity to walk together.
Qiao Yang raised his head slightly, and asked with some pride in his voice: "How did I play the tune just now?"
Then, as if waiting to be praised and praised, his eyes flashed 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 else can see your dazzling brilliance. You can only show it to me, and only play the piano for me."
Qiao Yang: … What kind of perverted recognition and praise is this.
Gu Ye reminded him again: "You drink less wine, tonight... you have to go to my house."
The last few words were low and slow, with a hint of meaning.
Joe Yang: ? ! !
He wants to come!
Gu Ye has prepared everything for him. Is he going to fulfill his boyfriend's task tonight to satisfy his man
The exhaustion of a night's entertainment, coupled with last night's consumption, made Qiao Yang feel a little weak.
Looking at Gu Ye, who is tall, energetic, and bursting with boundless energy, he thinks that he might... not move him.
Qiao Yang's eyes dodged with an 'um', and he drank even more fiercely with his wine glass in his hand.