Chapter 485

Name:Golden Greenery Author:Zhuo Setong
Zhuoyang's hands and fingers are hanging over the keys, unable to fall.

Although many of the guests are from the genteel generation, such as the football industry and many politicians, they don't know music. But there are still quite a few experts and authorities in classical music, as well as those who are familiar with the waltz in C minor and Chopin.

Professor Carl Norman looked at Zhuoyang in surprise, and elder martial sister Elena grimmer looked at Zhuoyang in surprise. Mark vinct and FIA meita chiconia were stunned in their seats. Even Mauricio polini, who was taking a rest and adjusting, suddenly frowned.

Zhuoyang could not go on, a strong sense of failure hit. It will be a permanent shame that I failed to perform in the crucial new year concert. It will be a huge crack on my music road, which is hard to make up.

A familiar sense of frustration and pain swept over Zhuoyang. Zhuoyang was completely trapped in chaos and despair, guilt and giving up, a feeling of being abandoned by the world. After leaving Athens, the deleted football memory suddenly opened, and the struggle and mud against AEK in Athens were mixed in the pain at this time.

Zhuoyang was defeated by himself. This kind of failure began in that game and reflected in the concert at this time. His hard work and persistence did not pay off. His stubbornness and concentration only brought frustration. He was oppressed to the extreme by all negative emotions, which even accompanied the despair and confusion in the previous music to the whole audience, and everyone felt this heaviness.

When Zhuoyang's fingers stopped for two full stops, he played the rest four times longer than the original score. Zhuoyang lost his mind, but years of hard practice have depicted the rhythm in his muscles, and his fingers play according to the music score in memory.

At the moment when the piano sounds again, the accumulation of depression in the concert hall just reached its peak.

Under the walking corpse, a kind of tearing pain came with the sound of the piano, and the whole hall fell into endless despair. The lyrical adagio becomes a suffocating curse, and the clear theme of the upper voice turns into a thick muddy mud.

When the movement changes from D flat major to C flat minor, Zhuoyang has shown all the pain and struggle, and he sees a light in the transformation of the form. The dawn doesn't suddenly appear. It seems to have been there all the time. It's quiet and bright all the time, but I didn't turn around to see it. When he saw this dawn, Zhuoyang completely touched the previously inaccessible emotional catharsis and soul blending in the waltz in C minor. He controlled the skeleton blood of the whole movement, and he could fully express the waltz in C minor in his own way.

The audience was deeply affected by the pain and depression of the movement. They were almost unable to breathe, and their hearts seemed to be overwhelmed with the silent groaning of every bar. Everyone fell into a heavy sense of despair. Whether they knew Chopin or not, everyone could not extricate themselves.

When the music enters Zhuoyang and bows to the stage with a smile, he is very happy, because that dawn let him touch the soul of the movement completely, because that dawn let him break through the bottleneck of football.

When he found the dawn, he knew that he had made a breakthrough. As Baggio said, everything was quiet, but you clearly knew that you had made a breakthrough, very clear. But Zhuoyang is different from others. He is not in the football field, but in his music.

One month and twenty-one days, from the bottleneck to breaking through the barrier, Zhuoyang only took 52 days.

The feeling of knowing everything came back, and he felt the profundity and broadness of the universe; the feeling of free control of body functions came back, and he felt the movement of muscles and meridians more clearly; the sensitivity of judgment came back, and he had a sharp foresight.

Zhuoyang is eager to escape from the concert and go to a football match to test his kunpengzhanfei. At this moment, he can be absolutely sure. If he returns to Greece, he can beat AEK in Athens by himself.

The concert continued, but the music since then has not become the focus, even if Zhuoyang still nearly perfectly performed Chopin's other ten tracks, although he would get a long applause after each performance.

"Waltz in C minor" became the Pearl on the top of the palace. Mauricio polini, who is the spokesman of Chopin, was surprised, and couldn't help but break his heart.

In the end, Zhuoyang and Pollini cooperated again. The end of Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor declared the end of meet Chopin. Zhuoyang's second new year concert was a great success. He finally made his own voice in the classical music world.

"brother Zhuoyang, why do you play that song so hard? I didn't cry, but tears came out. "

The little angel midair is much taller. In a few days, she will be ten years old. She is almost on Zhuoyang's chest.

"Zhuo Yang I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Maybe I should have called you martial uncle. Bah! Daydreaming! " Fiamata chiconia is still teasing, but no one can see her inner shock and Worship.

"Zhuoyang, you are so bad that you will hit many aspiring young people who love piano, such as me." Mark Venter laughed, and could see nothing of his loss."Zhuo Yang, I'm looking forward to working with you again in China this summer." Master polini stopped talking to Zhuoyang through his nostrils.

"On behalf of me, Mr. Zhuoyang, I would like to extend my warm congratulations on the success of your concert and sincerely thank you for the wonderful time you have brought us. I hope you will continue to work hard and improve your skills to achieve greater success on the art road. " There is no one else but Berlusconi in such official speech, but they are the general handles of the whole Italy.

But when he turned around to talk to his family, Berlusconi stopped talking.

"Old bald, I'll pay 50 million this time. You'll find a way to bring this boy to San Siro."

Galliani laughed: "boss, last year I tried it the year before last. It's not about money. "

"I don't believe that there are still things that can't be solved with money..."