The world's number one pianist

Wow!

As the host's voice sounded, what replaced him was not the appearance of the award-winning figure, but... the appearance of the Berlin State Symphony Orchestra!

Countless orchestra musicians walked from the backstage to the stage. Google search reading

As the conductor, Barenboim walked to the center of the stage, glanced slightly at the people off the stage, couldn't help but chuckle, picked up the baton beside him, and tapped it gently.

Buzz…

The sound of music sounded instantly, and everyone adjusted their pitch according to the voice of the concertmaster.

The harmonious timbre permeates the concert hall.

Barenboim raised his fingers slightly again, and then pinched them.

The sound, with his control, disappeared instantly at this moment.

All eyes were on Barenboim.

Feeling the gazes around him, Barenboim's smile grew even brighter. He turned to look at his orchestra and waved his hand gently again.

Wow!

The sound of Brahms' Second Symphony appears, extremely soft and soft.

The sound was filled with extremely strong appeal, attracting everyone's attention and preventing them from focusing their attention elsewhere.

Everyone's expressions were extremely comfortable, sitting on their seats and watching the performance in front of them.

This is the awards ceremony for classical music.

It is different from most other award ceremonies, especially those for pop music.

Here is pure music, a world where only music exists.

Barenboim's wanton command on the stage made his sensitivity to music appear in front of everyone.

This is Barenboim's strength!

Lang Liangyue sat at the bottom and looked at Barenboim in front of him. He couldn't help but laugh: "Barenboim is getting stronger and stronger, and his control over music is becoming more and more subtle!"

"He Shen, if you study with Lao Ba in the future, you must pay close attention to his sensitivity to music. If you can learn a little bit, it will be of great benefit to your future development."

"Um……"

He Shen looked at Barenboim in front of him, his expression unchanged.

As Lang Liangyue said, Barenboim's feeling for music is simply that of a born emperor.

Control everything in the concert hall.

The same goes for everyone around the stage.

Barenboim did not play particularly much. After playing for about ten minutes, he raised his hand, ended the first movement, and bowed slowly to the staff beside him.

"What are you waiting for? My performance is over, now the first winner should be announced, right?" Barenboim joked to the host.

The host walked up to Barenboim and said with the same smile: "Sorry, Barenboim, I was so fascinated by your performance that I forgot that this was an awards ceremony... Okay! Don't tell me. So many, let’s see who will be the best bass this year?”

The host opened the letter in his hand, looked at the award speech inside, and read slowly.

"His voice is particularly mellow, as intoxicating as red wine. When it vibrates, it can shake everything, as if it were born..."

"His interpretation of the bass is almost the best this year! Especially his Gremin aria in Tchaikovsky's "Eugene Onegin". Love can conquer all men!"

"Wow, this description is really hard to dislike."

When talking about this place, almost everyone around them laughed in unison with "Oh!"

The host on the stage picked up the trophy in his hand, looked at a Chinese man off the stage, and said with a smile.

"Le, Bu! Congratulations!"

Wow!

Applause rang out from the stage, and a man about two meters tall stood up from his chair, waved to the people around him with a smile, and walked quickly to the host's side.

He stood still, looked at Barenboim beside him, and nodded slightly.

Wow!

When the symphony started playing, Bu Le also stood there and cleared his throat before singing in a low voice.

Everyone smiled while listening to his particularly short singing and gave him the highest applause!

Amidst the applause, Bu Le smiled and raised his hands to everyone, raised the Echo trophy in his hand, and casually told his acceptance speech.

It's not much different from other speeches. They all start with my parents and then thank others.

Finally, thanks to some of the Echo Awards for supporting me.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, he walked off the stage with the award in his hand.

Then, there is the next player.

From bass, to baritone, to tenor.

Alto, mezzo-soprano, soprano.

Soloists of various instruments, as well as quartets and quintets.

One after another, the teams walked towards the stage.

The music on the stage has no intention of staying at all.

Music, extremely strong!

The expressions on everyone’s faces showed great enjoyment.

Enjoying the music.

Finally, it’s time for the Best Newcomer award.

He Shen couldn't help but sit upright, looking at the stage seriously, waiting for the final verdict.

If he does not win the Best Newcomer Award, he may compete for the Best Pianist Award this year, or he may win nothing.

If he wins the Best Newcomer Award, then at least he has a guarantee, but he may miss the Best Pianist Award.

After all, the Best Newcomer and Best Pianist awards cannot be won at the same time.

He Shen didn't know whether he wanted the Best Newcomer Award or not.

Barenboim on the stage stopped playing, looked at the performer next to him, and shrugged slightly.

"Hey, hurry up, tell me the Best Newcomer Award this year, I think someone off the stage should be very nervous."

"Is that right... He?"

As the voice fell, the people around him immediately laughed in a friendly manner.

The host next to him couldn't help laughing while holding the list in his hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly at He Shen, and said provocatively: "He, how about you secretly give me a little benefit, and I will discuss with those who are responsible for awarding the award to change this award to your name?"

After that, without waiting for He Shen to speak, he picked up the award in his hand, his eyes lit up, looked at He Shen, and blinked.

"Hey, He, I've seen the answer. Let me ask you one last time. Do you want us to replace you? If you are willing, then we can discuss it!"

"He, think about it carefully. If you come up now and have one last chance, do you really not want it?"

"Are you sure? This chance to change the name of the best newcomer of the year to yours?"

He Shen looked at the host who was playing tricks in front of him, a little helpless, smiled and shook his head slightly: "No"

The host sighed in an extremely exaggerated way: "Okay, He rejected our request. It seems that he successfully missed the best newcomer of the year!"

"Let us congratulate, violin genius!"

"LingLing! Lingling!"

A little girl came out from the back, jumped to the center of the stage, waved to everyone, picked up the violin in her hand, gave Barenboim next to her a look, took a deep breath, and pulled it hard.

Buzz!

The sound rang out, and the tone that was absolutely inconsistent with her age came out of her violin.

The people around couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Lang Liangyue sat aside, smiling helplessly and shaking his head: "Young people nowadays are getting stronger and stronger, and we old people may be getting more and more out of touch with the times~"

After that, he glanced at He Shen and said unhappily: "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that you are also a young person, He Shen. You look so old, I almost forgot that you are only in your twenties."

After hearing this, He Shen smiled, did not comment, and continued to watch the performance on the stage.

The music is amazing and amazing.

After Ling Ling left the stage, the next performer continued to go on stage, and did not pause much because Ling Ling was a post-00s.

Awards are getting fewer and fewer, and everyone's eyes can't help but focus on He Shen.

He Shen's performance on the world stage this year is too eye-catching. If he doesn't get the best newcomer, then it will be interesting.

What kind of award can He Shen get?

Best Piano Performer?

Or the best piano record in the later record category, or the best record of the year?

Everyone was very curious. Although He Shen's chance of winning the best album of the year was relatively low, there was still a chance, not no chance at all.

After all, He Shen's album, which was like a small gift and only cost one dollar, had a sales volume that could not be higher all over the world.

Sales volume soared directly!

Sales revenue... another matter.

With super high sales volume and those classic audios, it was still possible to touch the classical music record award!

He Shen didn't know what the people around him thought. He just sat under the stage, waiting for his name to be called.

During this period, a staff member walked up to Lang Liangyue and took Lang Liangyue away, as if asking him to present an award to someone.

This was not surprising. Lang Liangyue's reputation in the classical music circle all over the world, and his connections, were very terrifying.

Everyone liked to communicate with Lang Liangyue from the North State of China.

He Shen didn't care too much. He just sat there, waiting for the award.

The number of places on the stage was getting smaller and smaller, so small that it was almost invisible.

When all the individual awards were almost all handed out, it was finally the piano's turn!

Piano and violin are two key projects, and countless winners are piled up here, resulting in a large number of contestants in these two projects.

There are also many people who can show results.

Other people around looked at He Shen with vigilance, feeling that He Shen might get the best piano performance.

He Shen's expression was indifferent, but deep down, he began to get nervous.

The economic company has already said that if he really can't get the award, what will he do?

He Shen was silent and looked at the stage with great worry.

Finally, the penultimate award was announced.

The host was replaced by a violinist. She walked to the stage and said a lot to everyone, and then awarded the award in her hand to a woman.

He Shen didn't know this person, and he didn't care about this person.

He only cared about whether he could get the award!

He Shen focused his eyes on the stage in front of him, waiting for the result with great expectation.

At this moment, Lang Liangyue walked onto the stage and, smiling, punched Barenboim next to him.

"Hey, Dad, long time no see!"

"Hahahaha, Lang! Long time no see, how are you doing? Do you have any idea of ​​going to the beautiful country for a tour with my orchestra? I have already invited your little fellow countryman, He, to come with me to perform Beethoven's Fifth Piano Concerto, The Emperor’s Tour, do you want to play one too?”

Barenboim quipped with a smile.

Lang Liangyue spread his hands indifferently, pointed at the people under the stage, and said with a smile: "Baby, don't be like this, the award ceremony is happening now! Let's talk about this matter later when we are both free. !”

"Hahahaha, okay, come on, I'm very curious about who the best piano player will be this year?"

Barenboim blinked at Lang Liangyue, and Lang Liangyue smiled, gave Barenboim a hammer, and picked up the letter in his hand.

He didn't open it, but looked in the direction of He Shen and smiled evilly.

"He, now is the time to reveal your destiny. Are you nervous?"

He Shen was about to answer, but Lang Liangyue answered directly.

"Well, whether you are nervous or not, I am much more nervous than you. Although I have often served as an award presenter before, I have never been as nervous as today."

"After all, this not only concerns you, He Shen, but also us! It concerns many people!"

"If you can win the Best Pianist Award this year, you might be able to win the Grammy Award in the second half of the year!"

Speaking of this place, Lang Liangyue showed a trace of panic and asked the staff next to him: "Um, I'm sorry, I just mentioned the Grammy Awards, you won't deduct my salary, right?"

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot..." Lang Liangyue didn't know what suddenly came to his mind. He smiled evilly and raised his eyebrows at Barenboim: "I almost forgot, I don't have a salary, you can't deduct it. !”

Lang Liangyue's appearance immediately made the concert hall extremely lively. Under his guidance, everyone couldn't help laughing.

He Shen's previous nervousness was also aroused by Lang Liangyue, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

If you are too nervous and forget to smile when everyone is laughing, you may be photographed by reporters around you and then posted online.

Use it as a joke among your peers.

After seeing a smile on He Shen's face, Lang Liangyue also smiled, picked up the paper in his hand, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he pretended to be extremely bitter and said.

"Okay, this note doesn't give me much information..."

"He's a pianist...this is bullshit!"

"Is his skin black?" Lang Liangyue showed a happy look on his face, then scanned the circle of pianists and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, except for a few black pianists who were excluded , there seems to be no special progress.”

"Is he an Asian? Wow, it has shrunk a lot now! But there are still many Asian players here, such as top pianists from Japan and Bangzi Country!"

"It doesn't seem to be particularly easy to rule out now, does it?"

"Oh? Here comes the key information! His interpretation of the composer's thoughts in the music is extremely clear!"

"The Chopard in his hands is almost interpreted by Chopard himself!"

"Compared to other performers, the spirituality in his music seems to have fallen from the sky!"

"In Chopard's works during the Romantic Period, he has almost become the representative of Chopard, and has become the model version that can best replace Chopard in everyone's mind!"

“More than that, he did not stop at this place, but continued to deeply explore the nature of music.”

Speaking of this place, everyone instantly understood who the best piano player of the year was.

There were no surprises at all.

Everyone's eyes were turned to He Shen.

Lang Liangyue's voice did not stop on the stage, and he continued to speak to everyone.

"He sent himself back to the classical period and began to think about the meaning of Beethoven!"

"His Beethoven may not be the most distinctive Beethoven, but his Beethoven must be the most Beethoven!"

"Just like his Chopin, his music is filled not with the performer himself, but with the power of the creator himself!"

"Looking at his age, I even think about why more and more young people can interpret these works that take time to understand in this way?"

“Have we, the old-school musicians, really been abandoned by the times?”

When Lang Liangyue saw this place, he suddenly paused. Looking at Barenboim and the white-haired performers beside him, he suddenly said: "Let me make it clear here that it is you old guys. It’s not me who was abandoned, I’m still in my prime!”

After that, without waiting for everyone to laugh, Lang Liangyue continued.

"Music gave him a clear mirror to explore the truth, and he gave everything he searched for to all listeners!"

“The study of music itself almost touches the truth of music!”

"Obviously they are a new generation, but they are top performers of classical music who are as sophisticated as the older generation..."

"He, deep!"

Wow!

Applause rang out instantly, and countless people applauded vigorously in the concert hall, giving He Shen the warmest applause.

He Shen sat in his seat, feeling at a loss for a moment.

After the staff next to him reminded him, he stood up blankly and looked at the people around him who were clapping vigorously.

For a moment, He Shen seemed confused.

Did I win the Best Pianist of the Year? In just a few days, after touring Europe for a concert, I won the Best Pianist of the Year?

Looking at their extremely expectant eyes, He Shen couldn't help but smile.

His whole mood relaxed a lot in an instant.

In recent days, he pushed himself too hard and wanted to fight with the group of people who insulted him.

Therefore, he held his breath until now.

Finally, this breath can be slowly released.

He Shen looked at the people around him, especially Zhao Zitong, who was starry-eyed beside him, and suddenly smiled and walked onto the stage.

At this moment, Lang Liangyue was standing on the stage, holding the Echo Award trophy in his hand and handing it to He Shen.

"He Shen, congratulations! You did it!" This time, Lang Liangyue used Chinese instead of English as he had just used when hosting.

He Shen looked at Lang Liangyue in front of him and nodded, and spoke to someone unknown.

"Yes, I did it..."

"He? What do you want to play? We have rehearsed many of our works, and we can accompany you at any time!" Barenboim leaned on the podium and spoke to He Shen.

He Shen glanced at Barenboim, then at Lang Liangyue, and suddenly spoke to everyone around him.

"Can I... give a speech for the award first, and then play after I finish my speech?"

As soon as these words came out, Lang Liangyue's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he instantly thought of what He Shen wanted to do.

Many friends in the media who were responsible for filming in the distance also brightened their eyes.

They smelled the breath of news.