You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 434 What, what! Vienna?

   It is four o'clock in the afternoon.

  The yard is still lively and lively.

  Returning from her studies, Han Yan, who should have been watched by everyone, seemed a little lost at this moment, sitting on the edge of the yard and watching the crowds of people.

  George did not play the "Wedding" piano piece in the end, and everyone seemed to be more inclined to talk about Zhou Yang than to care about George.

  Especially those teachers in the music circle, they sometimes expressed regret, sometimes lost, sometimes a little sigh, but generally expressed great expectations for Zhou Yang's works.

  Han Yan wondered why...

   She felt a huge difference in her mood when she returned to China this time, as if the pearl was covered with dust, but everyone was attracted by the white stone by the stream.

   She naturally searched for Zhou Yang's information.

  On Sodu Encyclopedia, all kinds of news about Zhou Yang's information are basically about how much the movie box office was, what records were created, and what milestones became...

   Or what Zhou Yang has done recently, or even some lace scandals with Song Qianqian...

She checked very carefully, and naturally found a lot of Zhou Yang's music. She followed George and listened to music. To be honest, except for the song "My Motherland", it has a little taste, and it is correct to echo some of the older generation's ZZ. In addition, the rest of the music is simply unsightly, at least in George's eyes, these are garbage, dross...

  Han Yan still had a trace of resentment in her heart, feeling that everyone was blind.

   She and George both came from famous art families, and they went in and out of hall-level clubs, and they talked about words such as "art", "masterpieces" and "elegance".

  Western music is the mainstream of the world. China has no modern music art at all, let alone so-called artists. They are all a group of arty old-fashioned antiques.

   Those who really understand music will worship and admire the West, and will try their best to learn and nurture the palace-level music art.

   This is Han Yan’s inherent thinking after receiving the influence of Western art and culture.

   Zhou Yang!

   A director, a young boy who has only been in music for a long time, what kind of great master music do you think he can create?

   What are you kidding?

   Is this reality?

   This is just **** right?

  Han Yan glanced at the courtyard again...

   "George, I feel so magical..."

"It's normal. Not everyone can understand elegant classical art. This era is too impetuous. Many people think that sales, traffic, and topics are the mainstream... There are also many people who make a name for themselves, especially in this circle. I'm not good enough... If I could write the complete repertoire of "Wedding" earlier and perform it in Vienna, then everything would be different..." After George heard Han Yan's words, his expression became calm, and he sat on the spot. , There is a vague feeling that everyone is drunk alone, and I am alone.

   "George, you are too humble."

   "Many artists create works without being recognized. In this world, it is impossible to create art without a smooth sailing... I feel very motivated now, give me a piano, I seem to be inspired..."

"Great!"

   Amidst the noisy voice, George stood up, not showing much sense of loss on his face, but looked high-spirited.

  Han Yan looked at George's appearance with a burst of stars in her eyes, as if there were endless rays of light on George's body.

   George walked to the piano room next to him under the surprise of some people, closed his eyes, and sat beside the piano. Silently playing the prelude to "Wedding".

  Han Yan noticed that several musicians who had been talking loudly after hearing the prelude to "Wedding" subconsciously fell silent.

   Immediately after Li Luguang, the head of the Sheng School, and Tong Yuan, the suona master, listened carefully to the prelude to "Wedding"...

  The beautiful and romantic piano music rang around. This time, George played it very smoothly, and he played it to the end in one go.

The melody at the end of    has a sense of the sacredness of the wedding hall, which makes people unable to help but awe.

  After half an hour…

   When George played the full version of "Wedding", he breathed a long sigh of relief, and he was still immersed in the aftertaste of "Wedding" and couldn't extricate himself!

  Han Yan is very excited!

   I didn't expect that the "Wedding" movement, which had plagued George for nearly a year, would be completely presented in front of everyone today. The sacred melody in the second half was unbelievable, and it had a sense of Vienna's palace.

  He broke through!

   Actually broke through at this time!

   Immediately after…

  Han Yan heard a round of applause.

   Those music masters were all attracted by this "Wedding", and their eyes were full of admiration.

  ………………

  Life is really weird sometimes.

  If Zhou Yang was still the little electrician who was unknown and lived a hard life every day, then the deeds of his grandfather Zhou Desheng would probably be buried in the sand all his life.

  Even if someone knows the name "Zhou Desheng" in the future and finds these letters full of incompleteness and unwillingness, no one cares.

   They can't possibly spend time on a dead person, and, after so long, there are countless unsung heroes who died in battle, who would care about such a disrespectful ordinary person?

  The atmosphere in the study was depressing and full of sadness.

   When Teacher Song talked about the past and the dusty memories, he was in tears.

  The hero was humiliated, had no way to complain, was pressed into the ground, and finally died in humiliation. This in itself is a sad thing.

   Zhou Yang stood on the spot, in addition to feeling sad and uncomfortable, he didn't know what to say for a while.

  From Master Song's mouth, Zhou Yang roughly concluded that his grandfather's experience was very similar to the story in "Assembly", but there were some discrepancies.

   For example, this incident was not a civil war, but a time of resistance against R…

  For example, the team that my grandfather Zhou Chonghua was in in the words was a voluntary "death squad." Everyone died, but his grandfather lived in the clothes of R's officer.

For example, in "Assembly Number", the protagonist found a witness and proved the troop number that he once existed, and the team that Grandpa was in has been wiped out, and he did not prove himself until his death, but many years later, because his information was carefully detailed. Investigation, in the end, Master Song vaguely remembered that there was such a team, such a "youth death squad". In fact, they also completed the glorious task brilliantly.

   "Xiao Zhou, this is our dereliction of duty... Over the years, you have suffered."

   Mr. An Jianwu finished his last cigarette, and when he saw his granddaughter An Xiao's almost murderous gaze, he finally put down the new cigarette case.

   Zhou Yang was emotionally infected. Thinking of the various encounters over the years and the injustices deep in his memory, he finally shook his head: "It's okay."

  Everything has come.

   Now he is living a pretty good life. Although the hard days in the past are not worthy of praise or gratitude, they are the most precious memories in his life.

   Zhou Yang found himself relieved so early.

"We plan to restore your grandfather's reputation, what do you think? You are the director, if possible, I hope you can cooperate to make a script based on your grandfather's experience... Your grandfather is a special case, but maybe in a corner you don't know about There are many, many unsung heroes, and this film is a tribute to those people, it is meaningful..."

  In the study.

   Zhou Yang's one-armed Grandpa Yang looked at Zhou Yang and took out the previous diary again.

   That diary was the one that Zhou Yang had when he first entered the study and saw Mr. Yang. That night, many conversations were vividly remembered in Zhou Yang's mind.

   Zhou Yang took the diary and flipped through it, then returned it to Mr. Yang, then nodded.

"Okay, okay, the atmosphere is strangely depressing, Mid-Autumn Festival, it's time to eat, Lao Song, don't leave today, let's have dinner together... Xiao Zhou, I heard that you made these moon cakes yourself? Haha! This We're going to have a good taste..."

   "It's over, it's over, weeping and crying is outrageous... Well, this moon cake is good, you all try it..."

   The repressed atmosphere was then broken by An Jianwu's voice. An Jianwu glanced at the moon cake box in An Xiao's hand, then took a moon cake and ate it.

   "Xiao Zhou, why don't you go to our place to eat tonight, I have a lot of things I want to talk to you about..." Master Song's voice was very abrupt, and he suddenly looked at Zhou Yang seriously.

   "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiao Zhou has a special status, he is eating at our house today..."

   "He's not your grandson-in-law yet. Strictly speaking, Xiaozhou is a little closer to our family... Are you afraid that your grandson-in-law will be taken away?"

  “…”

   When Song Yiyi heard these words, her fingers moved slightly, and she glanced at An Xiao unconsciously.

  An Xiao was quite calm, as if he didn't hear anything at all, he was just helping out the moon cakes.

   Just when the atmosphere was a little subtle, Zhou Yang's cell phone rang.

   Zhou Yang glanced at the caller ID on the phone…

   The call was from overseas, and it was revealed that the person was Kenneth, a saxophone master. Zhou Yang refused to answer it a few times, but the call kept ringing.

   Helpless, Zhou Yang looked at the crowd.

   "Grandpa An, Grandpa Yang, Grandpa Song, how about I go to answer the phone first?"

  “…”

  ………………

  Cheers!

  Wow!

   This is the scene Han Yan imagined, and now, these scenes are being realized one by one.

  Han Yan thinks "Wedding" is a great and shocking piece of music, and now, this piece of music is being praised.

  Many Chinese musicians are talking about this wedding.

  George is on the phone with his teacher Perasia, talking about the complete repertoire of "Wedding", and expressing his desire to play this piece in the Vienna Royal Theater.

  After half an hour…

  Han Yan noticed that George, who was very excited at the beginning, had a suspicious look on his face, and finally came over in disbelief, and was silent as if he had been beaten.

   After seeing George's expression, Han Yan pulled him to a secluded place.

"What's wrong?"

   "Kenneth, the saxophone master, wants to play the famous saxophone "Go Home", which squeezes the teacher's playing time..."

   "Huh? "Going Home"?"

  Han Yan was stunned for a moment. She seemed to have heard the news of the saxophone song "Go Home", but she couldn't remember it for a while.

Just at this time…

  In the corner of the secluded place, Han Yan looked at a figure clutching her phone and came over, speaking in not-so-pure English.

   "Mr. Kenneth, you invited me to Vienna to listen to "Homecoming"?"

   "I may not necessarily be free, Mr. Kenneth..."

   "Would you like to talk to me about saxophone music?"

   "But...Mr. Kenneth, I'll be honest with you, I don't know much about saxophones..."

   "Why did I create, I... eh? Mr. George, Miss Han Yan, are you here too?"

  “!!”

   (end of this chapter)