"..." Langlang was silent for a long time before he said, "I only play classical music."
“I write classical music.”
"Classical music written by modern people is not classical music. You can call it piano music, or symphony, or classical music, but it is not classical music."
"I want to write the kind of music that, if written in ancient times, would become prenatal music now."
"I understand."
"I knew you could understand me."
"What I understand," Lang Lang said, "is that you feel the pop music scene can no longer accommodate a giant like you, right?"
JX said, "No, I haven't gotten that far. I just feel that a classical academic place should be a place where a little Bodhisattva like me can find a foothold."
"It's so much better to play pop music. Why bother with this?" Langlang grinned. "You'd be famous and earn a lot if you played pop music. The classical music scene is small. Even if you played to the sky, your fame wouldn't necessarily be comparable to that of a popular young star. Why bother?"
JX said: "I've made enough money, and I don't want fame. If I wanted to be famous, I could just go and win an award and become world-famous. To me, all this is like a cloud of smoke."
"You have money, but you don't want fame. What do you want?" Langlang tilted her head and looked at him with a smile. "Sometimes I really can't guess what's going on in your mind."
JX sniffed and said, "I want to build a wonder."
"ah?"
"I want to build something special," JX said, emphasizing each word. "I'm going to build a private music museum and turn it into a cultural fortress."
"ah?"
Everyone can see that the expression on Langlang's face now is that of a confused expression.
"Do you know the Lu family? They've already formed a monopoly on the music scene," JX said. "The entire Chinese music scene is currently experiencing a process where bad money drives out good, and it's constantly shrinking."
Langlang nodded slightly.
"I just want to do something to help reverse entropy before it completely collapses, at least preserve a specimen, so that domestic musicians can still have a harbor of comfort and know that if they persist in making quality music, there is still a chance for success."
Langlang was silent for a long time before he gave a thumbs-up: "Great."
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression immediately turned serious again: "But let's be clear, no matter how great your original idea is, if your ambition is too high and your skills are too weak to support it, all your ideas will be in vain."
"That's natural."
"Also, I have to say this in advance: performing classical music in Vienna is like performing crosstalk in Tianjin. Those academicians are all veterans. If you don't have the skills and still hold such a grand performance and use their Golden Hall, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame. You can't withstand their wrath."
"If I didn't have the skills, I wouldn't come to you with such confidence." jx said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll just play with you, but I have a condition."
"speak."
"Do you have a sample already written?" Lang Lang asked. "Let me hear you play it first. If your level is just amateur, I won't help you."
"no problem."
"That's good," Langlang smiled. "Come on, let's go listen to the 'classical music' you wrote."
…
At this point, the screen dimmed again.
The light from the screen was like a switch. When it was on, everyone in the room pricked up their ears to listen, and when it dimmed, the whole room became noisy.
Gao Xiaobai, Wang Feng, Yan Yunzhuo, Qin Yunchu, He Ling, Cui Dayou, everyone was talking.
Suddenly everyone was talking at once, and everyone's words were like bullets thrown into a bucket, scattered all over the place, and no one could hear what the other was saying.
Not only were the people in the hall noisy, but the audience in the live broadcast room also became noisy.
"Damn, damn, damn, what jx said made my blood boil!"
"Langlang seems to know jx. I really want to know who he is!"
"Why do I feel like JX is being self-indulgent? Where has the Chinese music scene shrunk? Why can't I sense it?"
"He's just playing around. His pop music isn't even worthy of being compared to classical music. And he still thinks he can save the world by writing classical music?"
"Did anyone notice what he said about the Lu family? What did he mean?"
…
"Stop, stop, stop," Cui Dayou said repeatedly, holding out his hand to make a pause gesture. "Everyone, be quiet for a moment. Let's first review the information in this video."
"That's too much information!" Gao Xiaobai's words were shouted out at the end after all the noise died down.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
There is too much information.
In this short video, the conversation between two people feels so devilish in every detail that it makes people's hair stand on end.
After watching two acts in this private music collection, they had already figured it out.
jx is a person with a bit of a bad taste.
He was like a leisurely cat, treating everyone who entered the private collection as his trophy. He used the inherent curiosity of human beings to keep them firmly in the collection, and then played with them.
Yes, just playing with it.
Each of his videos reveals only a fragment, some "scaly claws of Paris".
The video seems to say a lot, but it also seems to say nothing. Every frame feels detailed, and every line of dialogue feels like it contains a huge amount of information.
But he just didn't explain anything, and in the end he just threw out a lot of works, as if these works were enough to explain everything.
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