Shenhao starts from a fake rich man

Xu Siyu has read Han Haoran’s resume and knows that it is impossible for Han Haoran to spend so much time practicing piano performance.

However, piano is such an art that requires time to practice, emotional precipitation, and hard work to get a harvest.

Talent?

Every piano master has it.

And diligence and hard work have recently determined the achievements of each one.

Moreover, Xu Siyu’s own talent is praised by countless masters, even piano masters who have reached the palace level, and they are not as good as themselves!!

Therefore, Xu Siyu couldn’t understand why Han Haoran in front of him could show a superb memory!!

If he was blindfolded and didn’t look at the people next to the piano, Xu Siyu would even think that a palace-level pianist was playing this classic piano piece.

The second theme of the first movement enters in B major, as if trying to dispel the gloomy gloom of the triplet background.

The middle triplet is singing alone.

Again and again, singing clear and transparent high notes, but having to return to a low gloom.

Han Haoran’s performance entered the second movement.

The second movement is an allegro, with a very brisk tempo.

The style of music suddenly became light and lively.

The beating notes range from gentle soothing to playful smiles and constantly changing expressions.

Xu Siyu seemed to see the mischievous elves playing in the moonlight.

Xu Siyu was completely immersed in the music, as if she felt the silence of meditation, the sadness of wanting to speak, the sweet memories and dream-like fantasies.

Xu Siyu felt as if she had entered a situation, as if she had traveled back to Beethoven’s time 200 years ago.

She seemed to see an old piano in front of the window in the faint candlelight, and beside her sat a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, with a very beautiful face, but blind in her eyes.

The moonlight fell quietly in this hut, covering the hut with a layer of silver veil, which looked particularly quiet.

Beethoven, on the other hand, was in front of the piano, and by the quiet moonlight, he pressed the keys and was playing this moonlight.

Xu Siyu’s mouth opened wide in surprise again.

She found that perhaps her previous judgment had been wrong.

Han Haoran’s performance level is not at the same level as her!

Han Haoran’s level is higher than his own!!!

If I say that my previous performance was just immersed in the atmosphere of Beethoven’s creation of this piano piece, and expressed all the emotions that Beethoven wanted to express through this piano piece.

What Han Haoran expressed is more delicate, more profound, and more in place than himself!!

Xu Siyu found that although in terms of piano playing skills, Han Haoran was as perfect as himself.

But the emotions expressed by Han Haoran and the empathetic feelings that can be brought to people are even better than himself!!

At Xu Siyu’s level, the piano performance skills have been perfected and reached the top level.

There is no room for improvement.

The only criterion for judging a person’s piano skills can reach the “palace~” is whether they can express their inner meaning to the fullest when the skills are absolutely perfect.

The works of “palace-level” pianists can allow an ordinary person to immerse themselves in the scene and experience the artistic conception that a pianist wants to express.

It can make all the listeners smile together, cry together, one, and be sentimental together.

There was once a “palace-level” pianist who made more than half of the audience cry with the progression of the performance emotion in a piano recital.

This is the weight of the three words of the palace level!

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Xu Siyu knows that he is far from the “palace level”.

Her playing skills have not been improved in the slightest.

The only gap is in the mood.

But this year, she has been stuck at this threshold, and she has not made any progress.

However, looking at the side of him, Re Xiaodi, who was crying again.

Tong Yaya, who was already looking for a tissue to wipe her eyes.

Qi Yuhan, who was crying with his head covered.

Even, even Li Feng, who usually kept silent, had red eyes.

And Xu Siyu knew that he was just forcibly holding back the tears that erupted from his eyes at this time.

Maybe the next moment, I won’t be able to hold it back!!

Xu Siyu knew that the “Moonlight Sonata” she just played only managed to make the sentimental Re Xiaodi cry alone.

However, Han Haoran’s playing, before half of it, made most of the people in the re-play, including himself, enter the situation and cry!

Doesn’t this just illustrate the gap between Han Haoran and himself.

An idea popped up in Xu Siyu’s heart.

Could it be that Han Haoran is a palace-level pianist? ?

But is this so possible??

Inside the studio.

Le Yijia couldn’t help but take out a tissue and wipe her tears.

And the sensual Ouyang Mi and Zhang Man even cried with makeup.

And Zhang Hanxiao also wiped away tears.

Song Shanshan’s eyes were also red.

Ouyang Mi couldn’t help but look at Song Shanshan with tears and asked, “Shanshan, why do I think Han Haoran’s piano music can move me more?”

“I just just couldn’t stop crying. ”

“I just feel depressed and uncomfortable. ”

Luo Zhenhao was the only observer with a normal look: “Although I didn’t cry, I was moved by the emotion of Han Haoran’s piano piece. ”

“Song Shanshan, although the performance has not been finished yet, can you evaluate the level of this piano piece played by Han Haoran?”

Song Shanshan was listening intently to Han Haoran’s performance.

She was already completely immersed in the emotions created by Han Haoran.

Even in the classical music world, there are countless achievements and glories, and they have come into contact with all kinds of masters, even palace-level figures.

Song Shanshan didn’t often hear such a superb performance. This made Song (good) hold his breath and not want to be distracted.

However, the other observers did not let Song Shanshan listen to the whole piano piece played by Han Haoran quietly and completely.

Although Song Shanshan was very unhappy, the emotions she was immersed in were interrupted by other observers.

It’s like sinking into a dream, but suddenly being woken up, which makes it difficult for Song Shanshan to return to the emotions just now.

But Song Shanshan can also understand that she is not a person in their circle, and she really doesn’t know that it is rude to talk to her when others are listening carefully to the performance.

Song Shanshan quickly sorted out her emotions and decided to ask the director to go to the video or audio source of Han Haoran’s performance, and go back to listen slowly.

“Han Haoran’s level??”

“Because Han Haoran’s level is beyond my realm, I can’t judge the number well. ”

“But one thing I can confirm is that Han Haoran’s level is a notch higher than Xu Siyu!!”_

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