You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 435 Sour

   Vienna.

  The capital of Austria, the music capital of the world.

   has produced countless classic and great musical works.

  Vienna's Golden Hall is also one of the most famous and palace-level concert halls.

  After entering the 1990s, the golden hall of the original world gradually became more commercial.

  Many middle-aged and elderly choirs can sing "Red Sunset" in Vienna as long as they pay enough money, take a group photo, and nurturing the artistic atmosphere next to the manuscripts of celebrities, gradually becoming less sacred.

Although the golden halls of this world are gradually becoming closer to commercialization, they are not so shameless. Every year, the procedures for performances and approvals, and the status of musicians are extremely strict, and there are very few open performances. attitude.

   Chinese musicians are very longing for the Golden Hall, and they apply to the Austrian official every year, but very few musicians actually perform in the Golden Hall.

  Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, only grandma Zhang Xia and Xu Shaoju, the queen of Asian songs.

Of course, there are not too many group music performances with Chinese participation. Li Luguang, the head of the Sheng School, Wang Zhongjing, the guzheng master, and Zhou Hongwei, the master of the flute, all sat on the concert seats, bathed in the brilliant light, and played affectionately. He enjoys an international reputation with his own repertoire.

only…

   I wonder if the West has firmly controlled the right to speak in these years, deliberately exporting some artistic and musical values, or the modern history of China, there is really no reason for the internationally praised works of art. Counting down the performance groups in the Vienna Golden Hall, it is surprising that no Chinese musician has led the concert. All of them are named as international musicians, and they play behind the scenes in their bands, and even the international music channel makes video recordings. When it was broadcast, it was just a quick sweep of the shots, at most a little introduction in Chinese, and there were very few second shots.

   Being able to perform in the Golden Hall is an honor in itself for Chinese musicians.

   "Zhou Yang, did you create the saxophone for "Homecoming"?"

  The sun sets in the west, and there are clouds floating in the sky.

  Han Yan seemed to realize something, her pupils contracted, covering her mouth, staring at Zhou Yang in disbelief.

   She only felt that the world was beginning to become silent, so silent that she could not hear anything, and then she was shocked, and the buzzing sound began to ring in her ears, and it took a long time to recover.

   George, who was not far away, stood there, looking at Zhou Yang, who had just finished the phone call, as if he had seen a ghost. He looked like a fool.

"Forehead…"

   Zhou Yang hesitated for a while, neither nodded in acknowledgement nor shook his head.

   It is really shameless to say that it is original.

   But you say something else, say plagiarism…

   Not quite.

The main music of "Going Home" is all the melody in the mind of the original world, but the blank space in memory is filled in slowly by his contact with Kenneth and others and his learning, Zhou Yang himself does not know himself How much difference is there between the "Going Home" of the original world and the "Going Home" of the original world.

so…

   He couldn't answer Han Yan's words.

"Tell me! Kenneth, is that the Kenneth I know? Are you really going to Vienna? You...I don't believe it, you tell me, you're joking, aren't you? How much did you pay for Kenneth to play? your music?"

Han Yan went abroad to study Western music since she was a child, and is proficient in various musical instruments. She has been learning various professional knowledge for more than ten years. She can describe in detail every musician and every piece in the history of modern music. The knowledge of Western music cannot be said to have a library, but it is also shocking. In terms of talent, she has been praised by many teachers, but even so, the things she created can only be ordinary in the eyes of teachers. Unable to climb the hall of elegance...

  Creation, and to win praise for creation, is not an easy task in itself, it requires sufficient talent, accumulation over many years, guidance from countless seniors, and finally an accidental comprehension...

   "God gave", many people use this phrase when they describe the amazing music.

However!

   In front of this ordinary Chinese youth, but...

   "Should not go... Sorry, I have to go over there, they called me..."

  Han Yan looked at the back of Zhou Yang leaving, her eyes dull.

   She thought of the reactions of those Chinese musicians to Zhou Yang...

   She bowed her head.

   I just felt cold all over my body.

   Then, she shook her head: "Impossible! It can't be him! How could it be him, the news, it could also be fake! It's not logical, and it's not in line with my cognition..."

George next to    was gasping for breath, then looked down at the news headline of [Kenneth Sax Concert] on his phone.

   "I may be dreaming!"

  ………………

   Zhou Yang is not a person who likes to be in the limelight.

   But today, he is destined to be pointed and surrounded by eyes of admiration, jealousy, admiration, shock, etc.

  After the afterglow of the setting sun, the earth gradually darkened.

   A lamp hangs around the courtyard, which looks extraordinarily festive.

  Some of the guests left consciously. When they left, they greeted Zhou Yang.

  Some old people patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder and nodded, some young people praised Zhou Yang's films, and some children came over to take photos with Zhou Yang under the advice of their parents...

   After the hustle and bustle, the yard was still very lively, and another group of people came over. Most of these people were relatives of the Anjia family and a few old friends of the old man.

  Everyone, Zhou Yang has seen almost all of them on TV. Tables are spread out and filled with all kinds of fruits and meals. All kinds of laughter and slapsticks fill the courtyard.

   "This mooncake is good!"

   "Yeah, the taste is delicate, it is obviously an ordinary material, but it tastes like a fragrance..."

   "The egg yolk is better...what brand is this?"

   "Is it fresh? There is still some temperature..."

  “…”

  The moon cakes brought by Zhou Yang were well received. Many people ate the moon cakes and began to ask around in admiration.

After An Xiao said with a calm expression, "Zhou Yang did it", the admiration turned into shock. An Xiao's mother, Han Xiuqin, took Zhou Yang's hand and repeatedly asked Zhou Yang how he did it. When she heard that Zhou Yang's process of making moon cakes was similar to her own, she was even more incredulous. It was obviously moon cakes made by the same process, but the taste was so different...

   A gust of wind blows.

  The moonlight is bright, in the lantern, the leaves are scattered in the distance...

  An Xiao stood and looked at Zhou Yang in the crowd, a little pride arose in his heart, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"so good!"

   But after the smile lasted for a long time, she heard Song Yiyi's emotional voice.

   She turned her head, but saw Song Yiyi also looking at Zhou Yang, her eyes flashed with longing and regret.

   Master Song did not leave, but stayed to eat and admire the moon together, and Song Yiyi naturally stayed with him.

   "Originally we were all friends, but for some unknown reason, we might become brothers and sisters today... In a few months, or a year, we might become the man's side..."

  Song Yiyi's voice seemed a little sour. When she turned her head to look at An Xiao, her eyes were filled with mixed emotions.

  An Xiao turned her head and looked to the other side.

   On the other side, Master Song and his grandfather An Jianwu were chatting about something, and looked at him from time to time.

"An Xiao, that's great. At this moment, I suddenly envy you. From childhood to adulthood, you have been very powerful, and I feel inferior to you in everything... Zhou Yang used to live too hard, after marriage, don't treat him coldly. …”

   "It's too early to say, we need both parties to understand." An Xiao didn't nod or shake his head, just replied.

   "We've all lived together, what else do you know? Or I'll go and find out, I also have a big villa, and my bed is still big..." Song Yiyi suddenly laughed strangely.

  "..." An Xiao was stunned.

"It took a lot of time to find out all of Zhou Yang's ancestors, and even dug up the grievances that Grandpa Ren had kept for many years. After knowing that his family is innocent and he is a hero's descendant, what else do you need to know? Hypocritical..." After Song Yiyi finished saying this, she inexplicably realized that her words were wrong, she seemed to have a bit of a sour feeling, some weird emotions surged into her heart, and then she shrugged and returned to her indifference. He looked like he was walking in the direction of his grandfather.

  People will always meet many, many people in this life, some walk together and walk together, and some walk but pass by.

   These are quite normal.

  An Xiao has been standing and looking at Zhou Yang in the crowd, thinking about what Song Yiyi said.

   Hypocritical…

  ………………

   "Zhou Yang, this boy is really good!"

   "Yes, I have a business vision. I have checked the company information related to his company. Whether it is a movie, a video player, or a mobile phone, it is all the future.

  Han Yan heard the admiration of her parents.

  Her parents are entrepreneurs of listed companies, and China's famous automobile brand "Wei Ling" is one of the brands operated by their family.

  Han Yan listened to more and more admiration, and it seemed that after she admired Zhou Yang's vision and strategy to the extreme, Han Yan began to feel a little uncomfortable.

"George is also very good, but George put more energy on music, not much copper smell... His "Wedding" is very good music, and he will definitely become one of the internationally famous composers in the future, really serious The person who does the same and has talent is the most successful person, you see, everyone is applauding him now, he is playing Richard's piano piece, "God's Feast"..." Han Yan listened There was a round of applause.

  The dinner party was fun, some relatives were guessing lantern riddles, some were watching the moon, and some were listening to music…

   In the applause, George dressed in an evening dress and politely finished a piece of music, winning praise from many famous Chinese musicians.

   Her parents nodded after hearing this, and they couldn't hide their smiles.

  Father Korea Dong gave George a thumbs up: "It's really good..."

   "Mr. Zhou Yang, if it's convenient, can you play a song too?"

  After George came down after playing the piano, he did not walk towards Han Yan, but walked towards Zhou Yang's table, and in front of An Zhibin and Tang Xiao, he sent an invitation to Zhou Yang.

  "I'm not very good at piano..."

"It's okay, by the way, have you considered creating a wedding march for the October 1st wedding? The music you create can be on the list of the creators in Vienna and create a wedding march. It should be world-class, right? If Ms. Tang Xiao and An Zhibin's wedding can be accompanied by world-class piano music, how romantic it is!"

  George smiled at Zhou Yang.

   (end of this chapter)