Chapter 518

Don't know in anger in confusion, know in surprise in excitement.

Ji Rao's legs are working hard. He's almost out of the bench. Ten fingers swipe so fast that you can't see the shadow clearly. Ji Rao's depression and depression, which is almost neurotic, is expressed incisively and vividly by the piano sound without any coordination at all. He clenches his teeth, his jaw is tight, his face is solemn, even a little ferocious. The elegant temperament of playing the piano in the past has disappeared, and Ji Rao is like a madman at this time.

Also, it's not that a madman can't play piano Concerto No. 2 in G minor.

The difficulty of Piano Concerto No.2 in G minor is so terrible, which is a kind of vent of resentment, panic and depression.

As soon as the song came out, most of the reports said, "send this music of the future to the devil. We're here to have fun, and my cat can play this kind of music. " After the release and Premiere of the song, there were a lot of bad reviews, and it was even ridiculed by the classical music world as "worse than the sound made by an estrous male cat jumping on the keyboard."

Even Prokofiev himself admitted that he wrote too many notes in this piece, which was almost impossible to play and unsuitable for playing.

However, it is obvious that Ji Rao's goal is not to let the audience enjoy a beautiful and gorgeous piano feast. What he wants is to let the judges know that what he is playing now is a magnificent, brilliant and crazy magic song.

Piano Concerto No.2 in G minor has been revised once. On the basis of the original work, it adds as many notes and melodies as possible, and madly strengthens the super high requirements for technology.

The difficulty and skill of this piece has almost reached the limit of human beings. At the most exaggerated time, it even requires the player to play more than ten notes in a second, and requires absolute clarity and independence.

That's right. Ji Rao's playing is not music, it's technique.

It's a magic skill that few musicians dare to climb even after the music has been released for more than 100 years.

Ji Rao's action span is boastful, his forehead is sweating, and his thin lips are tightly pressed into a line. His mind is clear, but the feeling transmitted to the outside is chaotic. Every time he played, he used different strength and almost reached the end in one breath.

As the epilogue falls, Ji Rao gasps and stands on the piano.

There's been chaos in the game.

"Be quiet!"

The arrival of the security guard and the warning of the judges made the group settle down a little.

Ji Rao's chest was still undulating violently. He stood up from his seat, bowed respectfully, and then walked off the stage.

No matter how shocking Ji Rao plays, there should be no less scoring process.

This time Ji Rao didn't wait until the end of the game to get out of the field, and Wu Zhaoyun followed him. Different from the previous two times, Ji Rao took a bottle of water, looked up and drank most of it. After drinking it, he still didn't recover.

"Are you all right?"

Ji Rao shook his head, "it's OK." He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, looked up, and then suddenly laughed, "I play this song once, and it breaks down once."

Wu Zhaoyun reached out and wiped the sweat on Ji Rao's forehead. "What kind of music are you playing? How can it be the same as a child's blind playing?"

Ji Rao smiles. He opens his eyes and turns his head. He just looks at Wu Zhaoyun. Wu Zhaoyun thinks Ji Rao wants to explain to him, but Ji Rao just moves his lips and whispers, "you don't know music."