"President Yan, I respect you, but that doesn't mean you can use your position for personal gain and slander the hard work of an ordinary student."
"I wrote this piece; Shi Qian can't even play the violin!"
"How could someone who can't even play a piano possibly compose such a piece!"
"I don't know what kind of relationship you have with Shi Qian in private, but you can't show favoritism towards him because of that. It's unfair to the other students!"
"Or perhaps you've just been temporarily misled by Shi Qian. He's always been like this. I just hope that Chairman Yan won't listen to his one-sided story and jump to conclusions so hastily."
"You said I played the part wrong just now, maybe I was too nervous and didn't play it well, it doesn't mean that I didn't write this piece."
"With so many people here, Chairman Yan has concluded that this is Shi Qian's piece without any investigation. Isn't that basically saying that I stole this piece from him?"
"I do not accept such slander!"
Shi Yan spoke with absolute certainty and sounded extremely aggrieved, and the other students present unconsciously sided with him.
After all, they were in the same band as Shi Yan, and they didn't believe that the piece was Shi Qian's.
One of the band members spoke up quietly: "Yes, President Yan, Shi Yan's composing ability is obvious to all. He has won many awards. How can you make a judgment based on just Shi Qian's opinion? It's not fair to us ordinary people..."
"yes……"
Then, a few scattered voices of agreement began to appear.
Yan Zhengming gave Shi Yan a deep look, sighed, and instructed his assistant standing to the side, "Go and get my violin."
A short while later, the assistant returned with an exquisite box. Yan Zhengming carefully placed it on the table, opened it, and took out a violin from inside.
Everyone gasped when they saw the instrument; they had only ever seen it in the news before, and this was the first time they had ever seen it in person.
Yan Zhengming has had this violin for many years. It was specially made for him and he uses it for every important performance.
Yan Zhengming readjusted the tuning and handed the zither to Shi Qian.
"Come here."
Shi Qian was also drawn to this instrument; it was different from the one in the old house, and this one was clearly much better.
"The one you played before."
Shi Qian did not refuse again. She simply stood up, quietly rested the zither on her shoulder, and her posture was very calm and elegant.
None of the people present had ever seen Shi Qian play before, but they could tell from his movements that he was by no means a novice.
Shi Yan was slightly taken aback. He knew that Shi Qian could play, but he was not even as good as a beginner. It sounded terrible. Although he guessed that Shi Qian might just be putting on an act, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
The beautiful sound of the violin echoed in the air, the melody smooth and tender, as if Shi Qian's hands had breathed life into the piece.
Everyone was unconsciously drawn in.
Even though it was the same song that Shi Yan had just played, you could still hear a huge difference in the sound. The gap between excellence and genius was on full display at this moment.
Shi Qian didn't finish the whole piece. He was so hungry that he was feeling dizzy and his strength was running low. He stopped after playing a long prelude and sat back down in his chair to recover.
The music ended abruptly, but the melody seemed to still resonate in everyone's minds.
A genius, an absolute genius, an undeniable genius.
The orchestra fell silent. Chen Qian was also stunned. This was the first time he had heard Shi Qian play. He had never imagined that anyone other than Chairman Yan could play the violin so perfectly.
I am not on the same level as Shi Qian at all, nor is Shi Yan.
"Can this prove it?" Yan Zhengming listened with great enjoyment and spoke slowly.
Shi Yan was also stunned by Shi Qian's performance. How could this be? When did Shi Qian become so good at playing? Back at the Shi family home, he played like he was sawing wood!
No! No! There must be some mistake! Shi Yan swallowed hard, telling himself to calm down. He racked his brains, trying to think of a solution.
He cannot admit it, absolutely cannot admit it. If he admits here today that this piece is Shi Qian's, then he will absolutely be unable to escape the charge of plagiarism.
Moreover, the president of the Beijing Musicians Association is also present. If he is found guilty of plagiarism in front of the president, his musical career will basically be over.
He must not be a plagiarist, he must not be a thief, and he must not have any blemishes.
As long as he doesn't admit it, that's fine. That's right, the original manuscript is in his hands, Shi Qian doesn't have the score at all, so he can't prove anything!
Shi Yan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "But even if he can play it, it doesn't prove that the piece is his! Maybe he stole my sheet music and memorized it!"
Chen Qian noticed Shi Yan's slightly trembling hand hidden behind his back. After listening to Shi Qian's performance, he knew what was going on.
The soul of a piece of music cannot be faked.
Chen Qian interrupted Shi Yan and patted his hand. "Shi Qian, I apologize to you. It was my fault for not understanding the situation and for misunderstanding you. Shi Yan, let's just let this matter go. Everyone, please go back first."
Everyone looked at Shi Yan, then at Shi Qian, their expressions varying.
Shi Yan continued to resist stubbornly: "Teacher, do you also think I stole his piece? I didn't! This is mine!"
"Shi Qian, play through the corrected section again," Yan Zhengming said.
Helpless, Shi Qian could only get up and replay the part that Shi Yan had played incorrectly twice.
The melody stopped, and the practice room became even quieter.
This is already complete evidence. Shi Qian's version and Shi Yan's version are completely different. Anyone who knows a little about music can hear the difference.
Chen Qian had just felt that there was something wrong with Shi Yan's performance in this part; it didn't match the rest of the performance at all and was very discordant.
Shi Qian's section blended perfectly with the preceding and following parts, instantly elevating the piece to a whole new level and returning it to its true genius standard.
Yan Zhengming looked at Shi Yan, who was still in a daze, and said:
Do you know why I said your piece was wrong?
Now that you've listened to the correct version yourself, can you understand where the problem lies?
"Music has a soul. This kind of composition is not something an ordinary person could write. It's obviously a case of adding a dog's tail to a sable coat, or a pearl with a stone in it."
"When you reach my level, you can easily tell a person's ability to compose and perform."
"It's not as simple as playing the wrong note."
Shi Yan felt as if he had been stripped naked on the spot. His face turned bright red. He knew that he was completely finished.
Shi Yan suddenly fell backward, as if he had fainted.
The crowd quickly helped him up and took him to the infirmary.
At the other corner outside the door, Fu Xiuhan, who had rushed over early in the morning after learning that Shi Yan had caused trouble for Shi Qian, also heard the music played by Shi Qian and was stunned for a long time.
He had heard this piece of music before his mother passed away.
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