And it's a classic song, who would believe it?
So Zhou Jian, after being reminded by Cheng Bai, suddenly understood everything.
It turns out that this piece of music was not something Wang Qingge composed on the spot, but something he had prepared beforehand.
That must be how it is, otherwise there's really no way to explain all of this.
Isn't it a lie to bring a pre-prepared piece of music to an improvisation competition?
Even if you win, so what? You're still just a liar.
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Even if Zhou Jian and Cheng Bai think that way, it won't stop other people from liking it.
The hundreds of people present were completely captivated when they heard Wang Qingge's piano music.
The piece we're playing now is completely different from the ones Zhou Jian and Chen Xin played before; they're not even in the same league.
Before this piece came out, the music composed by Zhou Jian and Chen Xin was barely listenable.
But now that Wang Qingge's piece has appeared, people at the scene are comparing it to the pieces by the previous two people.
Only then did I realize that they were incomparable, because they were not on the same level at all, and were no longer in the same world.
Outsiders can only enjoy the music of Zhou Jian and Chen Xin, but this piece is different.
As soon as Wang Qingge's piece began, it transported everyone present into a mysterious and enchanting atmosphere.
The gentle piano music seemed to make everyone who heard it feel as if they had turned into rain.
A piece of music that can resonate with the listener and draw them into the mood or atmosphere it conveys.
That's the true music, that's the kind of music that's a classic, a classic worthy of being recorded in history.
So the audience at the scene got more and more hooked as they listened.
As Wang Qingge continued playing, the climax soon arrived.
Just as the music reached its climax, the rain, quite untimely, suddenly intensified.
As the climax of the piece approached, and the rain suddenly intensified, the music continued to play.
Therefore, in such circumstances, the connection between people and music is even stronger.
Now, as everyone listens to the music and gets soaked in the rain, it's as if they themselves aren't getting soaked, but have become the rain.
That's right! At this moment, everyone seemed to feel themselves turning into raindrops and falling from the sky.
They fell into all sorts of places: gardens, mountain streams, lakes, and rivers.
In short, at that moment, every listener felt as if they had become raindrops falling onto the earth.
It intersects with all sorts of things, revealing the true nature of rain's life.
Such a state of mind and feeling is something many people will never experience in their lifetime.
This was the first time they had encountered such a situation, so how could they not be shocked?
Time passed little by little, and the piece Wang Qingge was playing gradually came to an end.
Unbeknownst to everyone, the gentle sound of the piano continued to drift in, but no one knew that this was a harbinger of the end.
Only when Wang Qingge pressed the last note, and the music slowly faded away, did everything return to calm.
As the music stopped, the rain, which had been falling, seemed to come to its own, and stopped along with the music.
The rain stopped just as subtly as the music, as if it had never happened.
Only the water droplets left on each person can prove that it rained.
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Only after the music had completely ended did everyone realize what had happened.
"Hey! Why did you stop?" Some audience members asked, puzzled, after seeing that Wang Qingge had stopped playing.
"I was listening to it perfectly fine, why did you stop playing? Please keep playing!"
Many people were still lost in the music and didn't realize that the piece had already ended.
They simply assumed that there was a problem with the playing, or that the remaining parts had not yet been composed.
But instead of Wang Qingge continuing to play, they saw him stand up and say something to everyone.
"Thank you, thank you everyone."
It wasn't until Wang Qingge said thank you that everyone understood.
It turned out that the problem wasn't with the music itself, but rather that they had listened to the whole thing without realizing it.
But now, everyone is still wanting more; they really want to hear it again.
The crowd, still savoring the music, hadn't fully recovered from the experience, so they even forgot to applaud.
It wasn't until Old Chen started clapping that the others realized what was happening.
Once they realized what was happening, everyone burst into applause, each person clapping loudly.
The louder the applause, the more it proved how much they liked Wang Qingge and how much they loved his piece.
The applause lasted for about a minute before gradually subsiding.
Old Chen waited until everyone's applause stopped before he began to ask Wang Qingge questions.
"Young man, what's your name again?"
When Wang Qingge introduced himself, Old Chen didn't pay much attention, partly because he was captivated by the music Wang Qingge played.
So now, Old Chen has forgotten what Wang Qingge's name is.
"Mr. Chen, my name is Wang Qingge."
"Wang Qingge, good, very good." Hearing this, Old Chen was excited and walked towards him step by step.
Whether it was due to excessive excitement or simply because of his advanced age, every step he took trembled slightly.
Seeing this, Chen Xin quickly helped him up and slowly moved closer to Wang Qingge.
When Wang Qingge saw Old Chen walking towards him, he quickly took two steps forward to bring them closer together.
"Xiao Wang."
"Old Chen."
Old Chen grabbed Wang Qingge's hand and held it tightly, as if he had grasped some treasure and was unwilling to let go.
"Xiao Wang, this is wonderful! This is so wonderful! How many years has it been? I haven't been this happy in so many years."
"Thank you so much, Xiao Wang. I really appreciate it today. Thank you for making me so happy."
Chen Tiancheng wasn't exaggerating; he genuinely hadn't been this happy in many years.
Thanks to Wang Qingge today, he was able to be happy and excited again.
"Mr. Chen, you flatter me. It's only natural that you're happy."
"Mmm!" Chen Tiancheng patted his hand.
"Xiao Wang, which school did you graduate from?"
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