Chapter 196

Zhou zewen, the disgusting 30-year-old man, still said in a neutral tone: "it's meaningless, just to tell the truth. I know you don't like it, but I can't help it. The truth always makes people not like it. No matter how well you play the flute, how about it? Can it compare with the piano? Ah

At the end of the day, he gave a sneer. The irony and disdain were very obvious.

A man with some affectation said in a deep voice: "ah Wen, say a few words."

"Zhou zewen, right? I have long heard that you are a young genius. At the age of 10, you took part in the municipal piano competition and won the first prize. At the age of 13, you played piano music at the dinner party of the provincial organization. At the age of 15, you were specially recruited by the Alice stone Music University of China. Since then, you have been studying in school. At the age of 23, you returned to China to join the Chinese Music Association and become the youngest Piano Master of the Chinese Music Association over the years, He is also one of the youngest members of the association. To be honest, although I'm the vice president of the Chinese Music Association, it's the first time I've seen you. "

The person who spoke was a white and beautiful woman in her thirties. Her name was Liu Yingying, one of the vice presidents of the Chinese Music Association.

Her voice was cold, her expression was indifferent, and she could not see her happiness and anger, but everyone could hear the awe inspiring part of her words.

"Although you are a young genius, your character is really a little disrespectful."

Zhou zewen said with a smile, "I told you the truth."

Tong Qu waved his hand and sneered: "it doesn't matter, President Liu, what he said... Well, it's true. Xiao is a classical musical instrument. Although it's very beautiful, it's not as good as piano in the music world..."

Liu Yingying sighed and was about to speak again when Zhang Shaohua rushed out to make a comeback: "OK, OK, let's stop arguing. We are all in the circle. This time we are here to appreciate the music. There's no need to quarrel."

Dong Ge snorted coldly: "I don't have such a good mentality to taste music with such a bad character. What's the difference between such a person and garbage? "

Zhou zewen sneered: "it's better than the old trash who has not achieved much."

"What are you talking about?" Dong Ge was so angry that he suddenly stood up. The stool under his body was knocked away for a certain distance and made a harsh sound by rubbing the ground.

Other people didn't expect the atmosphere to be so stiff, but they felt worse and worse about Zhou zewen. They even frowned at the childlike fun that they were always smiling. Zhang Shaohua sighed. He didn't come out again. He saw that Zhou zewen was sincere and disgusting.

"Don't think about fighting when you're old, Dong Qing? It's said that you are a famous pianist in China. You are close to a Master Pianist. What about? If you don't agree with me, you can compete. If I lose, I'll take back what I just said and apologize to Tong qu. if you lose... Ha ha, if you lose, you lose. I don't want to ask you anything. At most, you are inferior to me. " Zhou zewen had a sneer on his face and disdain in his eyes.

Dong Ge was very angry, but he didn't want to do it. He just couldn't bear the anger in his heart. Now listening to Zhou zewen's words, he can't expect anything else. He even yelled: "Oh, good! Don't think you can be arrogant when you are young. Today I will teach you what is inside information! "

Zhou zewen didn't like it and spread his hand to the piano.

Dong Ge strides over and sits on the small stool in front of the piano, with a pair of slender hands on the keys. He is not too young this year. He has some wrinkles on his face and aging skin. But his hands are well maintained, slender and greasy, just like those of a young man in his twenties.

He sat in front of the piano, speechless, slightly closed his eyes, the original irritable mood soon calmed down, everyone who looked at the past seemed to feel a kind of thing called "realm" at this moment. Dong Ge is a famous pianist in China. In the music world, not everyone can be called a Master Pianist. Although Dong GE has enough experience and inside information, his strength is always poor. In addition, he is not young, so he can only stop here.

But Rao is so, his strength is still not to be underestimated.

Finally, one key was pressed down by him, and then the second one.

Melodious music from the piano, light and pleasant.

"To the fallen city."

"This song is really good. It was uploaded to the Internet some time ago, and has been popular for a long time."

"President Liu and Tong Tong seem to like this song very much, don't they?"

"Yes, I also intend to invite the original author to join the Chinese Music Association. Unfortunately, I don't know who the original author is."

"Me too. I want to make an appointment with him and write a song for this song, but I can't find the original author."

"The original author must be a brilliant person. I saw that video, and the playing skills are very superb, and the technique is very characteristic, and the song is also very characteristic, worthy of the word amazing."

"It's too strange to say it's called" to Qingcheng ". Mu Qingcheng is an international piano master. If she can play a piece to her, it's not good enough."

"Listen quietly. Brother Dong likes this song very much. After listening to it at first, it's amazing. I'll explore it several times every day. I heard it once a few days ago, and I played it better this time."

"Hum, just make that Zhou zewen shut up."

Everyone is listening to this song seriously. The melodious music is full of the antique hall. Even the gentle and soft are intoxicated by it. She turns her head and looks at Mu Qiu. She wants to praise the uncle, but mu Qiu's expression is subtle.

She asked, "Muqiu, what's the matter with you?"

"... nothing. This uncle plays well." He said casually.

"Well, I think so, too." Wen Wanrou said with a smile: "I also saw the video of the original author playing the piano some time ago, and it's really good. I like this song very much. It's said that the identity of the player has always been a mystery, and I don't know what kind of person he will be

Mu Qiu hooked the corner of his mouth: "it should be a handsome force."

Wenwanrou tilted her head. It was the first time that she heard Mu Qiu praise others so generously.

Soon, Dong GE's "to Qingcheng" finished, the music slowly ended, his fingers calm on the keys, and then opened his eyes, his face showed a confident smile.

"It's your turn." He got up and went back to his original position, and looked at Zhou zewen, his eyes full of hostility.

Chou chuckled with indifference. He got up and sat down in front of the piano. He didn't see any action to adjust his state, so he began to play with his fingers.

To everyone's surprise, he also played "to the fallen city".

With the same music to fight, if he won, it would be a thorough hit in the face of Dong Ge. Dong GE's face turns red with anger. Zhou zewen is really not a thing. If he wins by playing other music, Dong Ge can still accept it. He will only be angry for a few days. But if he is defeated by the same music, he will lose face.

Others know this, and Zhou zewen knows better that what he wants is this effect.