My little mom is the richest man

Zhou Zewen sat on the stool, his posture was upright, his shoulders were flat and there was no slight floating, only the slender and white fingers moved flexibly on the keys, like ten dancing slender girls, sometimes dancing on the white keys, sometimes Bounce on the black keys.One by one, the notes continued to flutter out, coming out of the ears of everyone present.

Brother Dong's expression changed from self-confidence at the beginning, to anger, to consternation, and then to resentment when the tune was played in the second half.

He knew that he had already lost, he had lost to this young man who was more than ten years younger than him. He had lost completely and without dignity.

He has to admit that Zhou Zewen is indeed a genius on the piano. Unlike Dong Ge, who has been a cyclical and gradual practice since he was a child, he has achieved today’s achievements. Zhou Zewen’s piano talent is recognized domestically, and seems second only to Mu Qingcheng. Coupled with being young and promising, he is even a legendary figure in the piano industry.

Brother Dong wanted to defeat him by relying on his steady and steady skill, but now it seems that Zhou Zewen's skill is far better than him.His performance is perfect and impeccable both in terms of rhythm and rhythm. There are a few differences from the original song, but everyone knows that this is what he did deliberately, to play his own style, He did this in order to make this song better in his understanding.

And he did well enough, at least none of the people in the music association who were there thought he was not good at playing.

Tongqu looked at the ugly Dong Ge, and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.

Liu Yingying sighed, and said, "Old Dong, don't take it to heart, he... his accomplishments on the piano are indeed extraordinary."

Old Dong's face was ashes, and he said nothing.

"I'm afraid this song is better than the original song."

"Well, although I really don't want to admit it, Zhou Zewen's talent on the piano is really outrageous. I don't know how many times he has practiced this piece to play it to this level."

"It's so beautiful, I'm afraid it's not as good as the original author."

Is the original author here?Mu Qiu almost couldn't hold back a laugh. Zhou Zewen played really well this time, and it was not much better than Mu Qiu's master-level piano skills when he played "To the Allure", but it was only two times. Grandmaster level is already the top level that ordinary people can reach, and the transcendence and sanctification above that are exclusive to Mu Qiu.

Oh, by the way, Beethoven's level should be higher than that of the master. Let him crawl out of the coffin board and be able to hang this Zhou Zewen. It is a pity that his old man is not in this world, otherwise he would be excited to hear what these people said. Jumped out of the coffin board and blasted their dog heads... Oh, yes, Beethoven was deaf, he couldn't hear it.

At the end of the song, the atmosphere seemed extra quiet in the gradually quieting hall. Zhou Zewen stood up and looked at Brother Dong, with a disdainful smile on his face: "Sure?"

Brother Dong said nothing, his facial muscles were shaking.

The person who had a good relationship with Zhou Zewen leaned over and said: "Awen, I play really well, better than the original author. How long have you practiced this piece?"

Zhou Zewen said lukewarmly: "Let’s go over and over again. This piece is just amazing at first glance. In fact, it’s nothing special. It’s easy to play, and I don’t think the original author has dealt with several rhythms. Well, the rhythm and transposition of the middle and late stages are not perfect, so my version made some modifications to make the whole song sound more beautiful."

The man slapped his slap: "Okay! Haha, Awen's accomplishments on the piano are really not overshadowed. If the original author is here, I might have to bow my head in shame after listening to your music."

Zhou Zewen said: "To be honest, I am very disdainful of the title of this song, "To Allure"? Haha, what kind of cat or dog dare to stand up and do things, Mu Qingcheng is the only lucky person for me, but I will be there sooner or later. She surpassed her on the piano. I don’t even look down on this piece. The original author used it to make her. It’s really...hehe, I don’t know how high the world is."

Mu Qiu's mouth trembled when she heard it. Damn, Beethoven's coffin board could hardly be held down!

"Ding! I have detected the host’s desire, and it’s been a long time since I pretended to slap my face... Ahem, I’m a saint in front of me, and it’s time to teach this guy who doesn’t know the heights in front of me. Please use absolute strength to crush this beaming clown. Fortunately, he can leave a large area of ​​psychological shadow in his heart. Success rewards 100 manifestation points, failure without punishment."

"System, did you just say the word pretending to hit the face?"

"The host got it wrong, I'm talking about the appearance of the saint in front of people."

"Am I wrong?"

"You must have heard it wrong. I have said it many times. The vulgar is called pretending to be forced, and we are called prestige."

"All right, help me upgrade my piano skills to the highest level."

"Successfully redeemed into the Holy Piano Skill."

Mu Qiu stood up and walked towards the piano silently, looking at him gently and curiously, not knowing what he was going to do, other people also noticed him, all with doubts.

Zhang Shaohua quickly walked over and said, "Sir, what's wrong?"

Mu Qiu said quietly: "The original author's coffin board is almost out of control. I will help him get a face."

Zhang Shaohua froze in place, did not understand what Mu Qiu was talking about, and at this moment Mu Qiu had already sat on the small stool in front of the piano. Before people were further confused, he had gently closed his eyes, as those slender and white ones The moment his hand rested on the keys of the piano, his temperament changed dramatically. At this moment, people seemed to see the picture of him and the piano as one. This feeling was wonderful, but they couldn’t find it. The appropriate adjective.

In a more imaginative way, it seems to have reached a realm of human piano integration. When his fingers pressed the piano keys, the whole world seemed to be dancing.

At the end of the song, everyone is still immersed in the intoxicating music. They can't extricate themselves for a long time, and they can't even control their emotions that are about to lose control.After more than ten seconds, they came back to their senses in the silent silence. First, the childlike and gentle raising of their hands failed, and then Liu Yingying and other people from the Music Association, applauded and eagerly.

Brother Dong was shocked, shaking his mouth and couldn't say a complete sentence: "This tune...this tune..."

Someone added to him: "It sounds better than any version of "To Allure" I've ever heard!"

"I thought that Zhou Zewen was able to play superbly just now, but I didn't expect this to be a master in bursts."

"This is what really made the original author perform ashamed."

"I must practice this piece well when I go back. I have a hunch that this piece will become an unshakable classic in the piano world!"

"Being able to listen to such piano music in person is simply a supreme enjoyment. No wonder the status of the piano in the music circle is unshakable... Alas, it is a pity that I am good at guitar. It is too late to learn piano now, otherwise I will say nothing. I want to play it."

"Who is he? Why can he play this song so well?"

"It's too face-to-face. The National Music Association does not have such a person, otherwise he would definitely be famous."

"This is definitely more than Zhou Zewen's playing skills, and he looks much younger than Zhou Zewen, this...When did China have so many talents?"

"It's so nice! It's so nice!!" ,,..