Chapter 543 Jiang Lang amazed everyone
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Mo Bi Mei Le Mo
The beautiful sound of the piano echoes in the artistic heart.
Every note, played by Jiang Lang's fingertips, reaches everyone's heart.
Smart, brisk...
"Poem for Ailan" was played by Jiang Lang when he celebrated Ailan and Stephen's birthday.
In fact, the original name is "Für Elise", which is a piano piece composed by the talented pianist Beethoven in a parallel world. It is also one of the top ten piano pieces in another world, and it is Jiang Lang's favorite one.
The song is not difficult, it can even be said to be simple.
However, the simpler the work, the more difficult it is to stand out and impress people.
But just such a simple song, played by Jiang Lang's fingertips, instantly captured everyone's heart.
That is the longing that cannot be hidden in the brisk melody.
It's the white moonlight, it's the cinnabar mole, it's the person in the center who is elusive and out of reach...
The longing turns into the sound of the piano, and that touch of sadness is also entangled in everyone's heart.
Compared with the softness and lightness of the original work, when he played it, there was a hint of longing and sadness, making it even more brilliant.
As the last note slowly disappeared, Jiang Lang stopped playing with his slender fingers on the piano plate.
No one cheered or applauded.
It seemed like everyone was immersed in those fiery memories.
I don't know who it was, but suddenly clapped their hands.
clap clap~
One, two, three... more and more people stood up.
From sparse applause to thunderous applause.
Among them, Alan Stephen's applause was the loudest.
She didn't expect that Jiang Lang would play this song for her on such an important occasion.
The whole person was completely excited.
"sounds amazing!"
"This song is so sweet, short and delicate, it's just perfect!"
"Why have I never heard of it? Did this young pianist create it?"
"Genius, simply genius! Such a simple piece of music can directly touch people's hearts. It's so creative..."
"..." The scene was filled with excitement, and the live broadcast room was also extremely lively.
"Wow wow wow~ What kind of music is this? It's so nice!"
"To be honest, this song is really simple, but it's also really beautiful!"
"After listening to this, I want to fall in love!"
"Love brain, fork it out..."
At the Central Conservatory of Music, everyone in the class was also surprised.
"This song is simply amazing."
"In just 3 minutes, the whole song has a total of 103 bars excluding repeated parts. It has an abaca structure and a lot of repeated phrases."
"I feel like children who have been studying for two or three years can pop up."
"Insignificant music, super simple tunes, but the sound when played is so beautiful."
"..."
Wang Lang also looked at the professor in charge and couldn't help but ask: "Professor, have you heard of this piece of music?"
"Genius, what a genius idea." The professor murmured to himself.
He was impressed by Jiang Lang's talent. Such a simple piece of music was highly artistic and expressive. It was simply a god-like design concept!
He shook his head and said softly: "I've never heard of it. It should have been created by this person alone."
He sighed silently in his heart and stared at the live broadcast without moving.
Jiang Lang's creative talent is beyond doubt.
Now, all that's left is the performance during the piano duel.
After all, no matter how beautiful this piece of music is, the level of skill it can display is still too limited.
Once Jiang Lang can defeat Dongchuan Shiro in a piano duel, then Hua will really have a great master.
A genius piano master who became famous overnight and has creative abilities!
the other side.
When Jiang Lang returned to his seat, everyone's applause gradually stopped.
Dongchuan Shiro looked at Jiang Lang with resentful eyes. What he hated most was the kind of talented young man.
Because he is not the kind of person who is particularly smart. He can achieve his current achievements only through hard work.
It was too difficult for him to compose a piano piece from scratch.
Not to mention, like Jiang Lang, he only used a few simple notes to create a highly artistic and expressive piece of music.
He clenched his fists, feeling very angry.
The music he played was obviously more difficult, so why didn't he get as much applause as his opponent?
The lively applause in his ears was like a slap on his face, making him restless.
He couldn't figure out why a young man who had just debuted could be liked by so many people.
Jiang Lang could naturally feel the resentment in the other person's eyes.
He dismissed it.
He talked casually with Jamie Stephen.
Because of Jiang Lang's wonderful performance, the subsequent performances seemed much inferior.
It is said that the pearls and jade are in front, but the rubble is difficult to hold. This is exactly the truth.
Jiang Lang heard that people were almost dozing off, and there were also a few slight noises coming from the scene.
If I hadn't still been thinking about the piano dueling performance later, I'm afraid someone would have left the venue long ago.
But, fortunately, as time goes by.
The charity piano performance in Las Vegas has come to an end.
Everyone's eyes began to focus on Jiang Lang and Dongchuan Shiro.
In the live broadcast room, many people had already left, but when they heard that the piano playing started immediately, they also returned to the live broadcast room one after another.
"Fuck~ It's finally about to start!"
"Piano duel! I only saw it on TV before."
"I've started recording the screen."
"By the way, don't you think this person looks familiar?"
"Upstairs, when you said that, I also discovered it."
"Isn't this person the King of Fighters who caused a lot of commotion on the Internet a few days ago?"
"What King of Fighters? What are you talking about?"
"Just a few days ago, Yi Siyu and Wei Hongling were harassed on the beach, and some people even made "squint eyes" gestures with their hands to play racial discrimination!
Then a man fell from the sky, beat ten of them, and was called the King of Fighters. "
"I'll go, when you said that, I remembered, it's really him!"
"Wow~ He's handsome, can fight, and can also play the piano! He's the perfect man!"
"Plus 1, I really want to touch my little brother's abdominal muscles..."
"..." The popularity of the live broadcast room keeps rising.
Countless people were talking, becoming more and more curious about Jiang Lang's identity.
Jiang Lang didn't know that his fame was getting bigger and bigger on the Internet.
At this moment, a new grand piano has been moved to the stage, standing face to face with the previous one.
"If you beg for mercy now, is it still too late?"
Not far away, Shiro Higashikawa stood up and glanced at Jiang Lang with a playful expression on his face.
"If you like to say harsh words, don't cry when you lose later~" Jiang Lang sneered, too lazy to pay attention to the old man anymore, turned around and walked towards the stage.
"You!" Dongchuan Shiro pointed at Jiang Lang, his face turning blue and white.
Too arrogant, too ignorant of etiquette.
Later, he must give the other party a lesson and let him know what a piano master is.
Isn't it just that I composed a piece of music? That's something to be proud of.
Matthews Jarenbull patted the other party's shoulder and smiled softly: "Let's go, Mr. Dongchuan."
Every note, played by Jiang Lang's fingertips, reaches everyone's heart.
Smart, brisk...
"Poem for Ailan" was played by Jiang Lang when he celebrated Ailan and Stephen's birthday.
In fact, the original name is "Für Elise", which is a piano piece composed by the talented pianist Beethoven in a parallel world. It is also one of the top ten piano pieces in another world, and it is Jiang Lang's favorite one.
The song is not difficult, it can even be said to be simple.
However, the simpler the work, the more difficult it is to stand out and impress people.
But just such a simple song, played by Jiang Lang's fingertips, instantly captured everyone's heart.
That is the longing that cannot be hidden in the brisk melody.
It's the white moonlight, it's the cinnabar mole, it's the person in the center who is elusive and out of reach...
The longing turns into the sound of the piano, and that touch of sadness is also entangled in everyone's heart.
Compared with the softness and lightness of the original work, when he played it, there was a hint of longing and sadness, making it even more brilliant.
As the last note slowly disappeared, Jiang Lang stopped playing with his slender fingers on the piano plate.
No one cheered or applauded.
It seemed like everyone was immersed in those fiery memories.
I don't know who it was, but suddenly clapped their hands.
clap clap~
One, two, three... more and more people stood up.
From sparse applause to thunderous applause.
Among them, Alan Stephen's applause was the loudest.
She didn't expect that Jiang Lang would play this song for her on such an important occasion.
The whole person was completely excited.
"sounds amazing!"
"This song is so sweet, short and delicate, it's just perfect!"
"Why have I never heard of it? Did this young pianist create it?"
"Genius, simply genius! Such a simple piece of music can directly touch people's hearts. It's so creative..."
"..." The scene was filled with excitement, and the live broadcast room was also extremely lively.
"Wow wow wow~ What kind of music is this? It's so nice!"
"To be honest, this song is really simple, but it's also really beautiful!"
"After listening to this, I want to fall in love!"
"Love brain, fork it out..."
At the Central Conservatory of Music, everyone in the class was also surprised.
"This song is simply amazing."
"In just 3 minutes, the whole song has a total of 103 bars excluding repeated parts. It has an abaca structure and a lot of repeated phrases."
"I feel like children who have been studying for two or three years can pop up."
"Insignificant music, super simple tunes, but the sound when played is so beautiful."
"..."
Wang Lang also looked at the professor in charge and couldn't help but ask: "Professor, have you heard of this piece of music?"
"Genius, what a genius idea." The professor murmured to himself.
He was impressed by Jiang Lang's talent. Such a simple piece of music was highly artistic and expressive. It was simply a god-like design concept!
He shook his head and said softly: "I've never heard of it. It should have been created by this person alone."
He sighed silently in his heart and stared at the live broadcast without moving.
Jiang Lang's creative talent is beyond doubt.
Now, all that's left is the performance during the piano duel.
After all, no matter how beautiful this piece of music is, the level of skill it can display is still too limited.
Once Jiang Lang can defeat Dongchuan Shiro in a piano duel, then Hua will really have a great master.
A genius piano master who became famous overnight and has creative abilities!
the other side.
When Jiang Lang returned to his seat, everyone's applause gradually stopped.
Dongchuan Shiro looked at Jiang Lang with resentful eyes. What he hated most was the kind of talented young man.
Because he is not the kind of person who is particularly smart. He can achieve his current achievements only through hard work.
It was too difficult for him to compose a piano piece from scratch.
Not to mention, like Jiang Lang, he only used a few simple notes to create a highly artistic and expressive piece of music.
He clenched his fists, feeling very angry.
The music he played was obviously more difficult, so why didn't he get as much applause as his opponent?
The lively applause in his ears was like a slap on his face, making him restless.
He couldn't figure out why a young man who had just debuted could be liked by so many people.
Jiang Lang could naturally feel the resentment in the other person's eyes.
He dismissed it.
He talked casually with Jamie Stephen.
Because of Jiang Lang's wonderful performance, the subsequent performances seemed much inferior.
It is said that the pearls and jade are in front, but the rubble is difficult to hold. This is exactly the truth.
Jiang Lang heard that people were almost dozing off, and there were also a few slight noises coming from the scene.
If I hadn't still been thinking about the piano dueling performance later, I'm afraid someone would have left the venue long ago.
But, fortunately, as time goes by.
The charity piano performance in Las Vegas has come to an end.
Everyone's eyes began to focus on Jiang Lang and Dongchuan Shiro.
In the live broadcast room, many people had already left, but when they heard that the piano playing started immediately, they also returned to the live broadcast room one after another.
"Fuck~ It's finally about to start!"
"Piano duel! I only saw it on TV before."
"I've started recording the screen."
"By the way, don't you think this person looks familiar?"
"Upstairs, when you said that, I also discovered it."
"Isn't this person the King of Fighters who caused a lot of commotion on the Internet a few days ago?"
"What King of Fighters? What are you talking about?"
"Just a few days ago, Yi Siyu and Wei Hongling were harassed on the beach, and some people even made "squint eyes" gestures with their hands to play racial discrimination!
Then a man fell from the sky, beat ten of them, and was called the King of Fighters. "
"I'll go, when you said that, I remembered, it's really him!"
"Wow~ He's handsome, can fight, and can also play the piano! He's the perfect man!"
"Plus 1, I really want to touch my little brother's abdominal muscles..."
"..." The popularity of the live broadcast room keeps rising.
Countless people were talking, becoming more and more curious about Jiang Lang's identity.
Jiang Lang didn't know that his fame was getting bigger and bigger on the Internet.
At this moment, a new grand piano has been moved to the stage, standing face to face with the previous one.
"If you beg for mercy now, is it still too late?"
Not far away, Shiro Higashikawa stood up and glanced at Jiang Lang with a playful expression on his face.
"If you like to say harsh words, don't cry when you lose later~" Jiang Lang sneered, too lazy to pay attention to the old man anymore, turned around and walked towards the stage.
"You!" Dongchuan Shiro pointed at Jiang Lang, his face turning blue and white.
Too arrogant, too ignorant of etiquette.
Later, he must give the other party a lesson and let him know what a piano master is.
Isn't it just that I composed a piece of music? That's something to be proud of.
Matthews Jarenbull patted the other party's shoulder and smiled softly: "Let's go, Mr. Dongchuan."
