Soon after, the opening dance phase was completely over.
The middle-aged organizer came on stage and said a few words, and then the guests were free to move around and communicate.
The middle-aged man signaled Li Yinchuan to prepare to go on stage.
That’s right, Li Yinchuan said he was invited to perform the violin, but it was more like he was invited to play to entertain the guests rather than just to watch him perform.
After a little preparation, Li Yinchuan slowly walked onto the stage holding his violin.
He was wearing a custom-made brown suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and there was just the right amount of pride on the corners of his mouth.
The bow lightly touched the strings, and a string of smooth notes flowed out. This is the classic "Contract Song".
His fingers jumped nimbly on the fretboard, his wrist trembled slightly when he played the strings, his technique was indeed impeccable, the high notes were clear and not harsh, the low notes were rich and resonant, and it was obvious that he had put in a lot of effort.
Shen Qingling stood under the stage, holding a champagne glass and listening attentively - although he didn't like Li Yinchuan's arrogance, he had to admit that his piano skills were indeed hard to find rivals among his peers.
A small number of guests showed interest, while most didn't react much.
In the distance, wealthy businessmen were still whispering about their investment projects; a few noble ladies gathered together to review new jewelry; several waiters passed by the stage with trays in their hands, without pausing for a moment.
When the song ended, the audience applauded.
Of course, most people just raised their hands symbolically and quickly returned their gazes to their own social circles.
Just kidding, it’s not like they haven’t heard concerts of famous musicians.
The young generation's [Prince of Violin] doesn't have that much face.
When Li Yinchuan bowed, he couldn't suppress the pride in his eyes. Before leaving the stage, he deliberately glanced at Shen Qingling with a hint of imperceptible pride, but received no response.
Just then, Gu Luo went on stage with the violin provided by the organizer.
He looked casual yet tall in a charcoal grey custom-made suit.
Several of Guangya's little fans immediately raised their phones, the screens lit up, and they covered their mouths with their hands in excitement, not daring to scream for fear of disturbing the performance that was about to begin.
Wow, I didn’t expect that Gu Shen can play the violin!
I can watch my husband play again.
The scenes of the school anniversary are still vivid in their minds.
Li Yinchuan just stepped to the edge of the stage. Seeing this, he chuckled, raised his chin towards Gu Luo, and said with a smile: "Come on."
Although it was encouragement, there was a subtle contempt hidden in the tone.
He didn't even give Shen Qingling any face when it came to the violin, let alone this scumbag who was involved in a love triangle.
Gu Luo smiled faintly in response, placed the violin steadily on his shoulder, lifted the bow lightly, and without any unnecessary preparatory movements, he immediately played the prelude of "Farewell Night".
At the same time, the charm was pulled up.
You play music with me, and I play metaphysical music with you.
As each note sounded, the entire audience seemed to be muted.
It was not a pile-up of techniques, but a confession of stories - the bass string sounds were like moonlight spreading over the lake, so soft that water could be squeezed out, and each tremolo was wrapped in a tiny sigh. It was obviously an unfamiliar melody, but it made people feel inexplicably tight in their hearts.
Gu Luo's fingers jumped on the fretboard, and the friction between his fingertips and the strings made a slight rustling sound. His body swayed gently with the rhythm. The lines on his profile were soft under the light, and his eyes were so focused that there were only him and the piano in the whole world.
It's so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.
Less than five seconds had passed when some guests who were still whispering to each other turned around, their hands holding their wine glasses suspended in mid-air. Even the most picky old lady narrowed her eyes and leaned forward slightly.
It was as if there was a special magical force pulling them together.
When the melody reached its climax at one minute and forty seconds, Gu Luo suddenly increased the speed of his bow, and the strings emitted a special vibrato. The sound of the piano was like a meteor streaking through the night sky, sharp but not harsh, with a tearing force, and suddenly softened at the climax, like the first ray of sunshine after a rainstorm.
Everyone got goosebumps at the same time.
Shen Qingling held the champagne glass tightly in her hand, her beautiful eyes sparkling, her heart pounding, hitting her chest like a drum, and she even had an urge to worship Gu Luo.
Li Yinchuan stood at the side of the stage, the smile on his face had long since frozen, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly open - he could hear Gu Luo's perfect technique, and the emotion that was integrated into the music, the magic that could capture people's hearts, which he would never be able to learn.
It's so funny. Of course I can't learn metaphysics.
He has the confidence and perseverance to catch up with Luo and surpass Luo Shuning, but for Gu Luo, who is like a towering mountain... there is no way he can catch up.
Why is there such bewitching music in the world?
I don’t understand, I don’t understand, I really don’t understand.
At this moment, Li Yinchuan's heart was broken.
Even some business leaders who usually keep a blank expression opened their mouths slightly, temporarily stopping controlling their facial expressions.
Luo Shuning, Gu Luo's nominal violin teacher, was breathing rapidly and his mind was in a mess.
Because...as a musical genius, she also thinks that she is far inferior to Gu Luo.
When the last note fell, the strings were still vibrating slightly, and the lingering sound echoed in the hall.
The whole place was silent; even the reflected light from the crystal chandelier seemed frozen.
After more than ten seconds of silence, Shen Qingling was the first to react. He put down his wine glass and clapped his hands vigorously. The crisp applause was like a stone thrown into the lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.
"good!"
I don't know who shouted, but the applause immediately became deafening and lasted for a long time.
The guests stood up one after another, even the most reserved ladies clapped their hands vigorously, and Guangya's little fans screamed with excitement, with the image of Gu Luo bowing frozen on their phone screens.
Gu Luo put down his bow and nodded slightly towards the audience, his smile clean and gentle, as if the person who had just shocked the audience with his music was not him.
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