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Lu Wei once participated in the "Star Sea Cup" competition at the Central Conservatory of Music. The wonderful performance once left a deep impression on many students watching. Therefore, when Lu Wei was together, many students from the Central Conservatory of Music immediately turned their heads to greet Lu Wei. After a brief shock, the others recognized Lu Wei's figure. For a moment, a whisper came from the originally quiet audience.

"I said which Lu Wei was? Isn't this the one singing "For Who"?"

"Yes, the newspaper said he was going to open a company. I didn't expect to see him here today. By the way, can he play the piano? Why did he call him up?"

"You don't know. He was in the Xinghai Cup piano competition at our school some time ago. Unfortunately, he was defeated because he didn't meet the requirements in the final."

The beautiful host on the stage did not expect that Lu Wei would have such a sensational effect as soon as he came on stage. After all, she had not prepared in advance. Looking at the somewhat messy audience, she had to smile politely and said, "I'm sorry, please be quiet!"

Zhou Guangren and Ling Yuan were sitting in the audience in the first row. When they first heard Bellov's words, both of them were slightly surprised. Zhou Guangren had just met Lu Wei. Thinking of the good relationship between Lu Wei's teacher Kong Xiangdong and Bellov, he understood after thinking about it. I'm afraid that Kong Xiangdong would take this opportunity to let Lu Wei exercise, but she didn't know that all this was Bellov's meaning.^^^^

Ling Yuan asked Zhou Guangren aside in surprise and said, "Professor Zhou, why don't I know when Lu Wei came?"

"Haha, I just saw him from the backstage, but I didn't expect that Mr. Bellov actually invited him to perform at his concert." Zhou Guangren said with a smile, looking at Lu Wei with a care.

"Yes, I haven't listened to this little guy playing for a while. I don't know how good his level is now." Ling Yuan said with a smile, following the figure who walked onto the stage.

"Hello, Mr. Bellov." After Lu Wei came on stage, he first shook hands with Bellov.

"Lu, now you look at your earth. Use your piano to conquer the audience and my ears." Bellov said, smiling and making a gesture to Lu Wei.

He nodded slightly to Belov. Lu Wei was about to walk to the piano. The beautiful girl who was reporting the show came over, turned off the microphone in her hand and said quietly to Lu Wei: "Lu Wei, please tell me the name of the repertoire you want to play."

"Oh, sorry." Lu Wei smiled and said, "Mozart's 11th Piano Sonata k331 in A Major." Lu Wei said quickly. Fortunately, this girl is also a student of the piano department of the Central Conservatory of Music, and is not unfamiliar with this song. After Lu Wei said it, she smiled and nodded.

In order to respect Bellov's playing habits, Lu Wei did not choose works by Beethoven, Chopin, Liszt and others according to his preferences, but also chose a work by Mozart.

After hearing the host in front of the stage report the song played by Lu Wei in a sweet voice, the audience below the stage heard warm applause, while Bellov showed an interesting look and looked at Lu Wei in front of the piano. He was very familiar with Mozart's musical works. He had played this song k331 countless times, and he could be said to be familiar with it. Seeing that Lu Wei actually chose this song, **** His attention was suddenly attracted.

"Haha. Bellov, I, a student, play Mozart's things in front of you. It's a show of my skills." Kong Xiangdong said with a smile.

"Take a fuck? What does that mean?" Bellov asked in confusion when he heard Kong Xiangdong's words.

Kong Xiangdong was stunned and then remembered that Bellov was a Frenchman. Although he had a rough understanding of Chinese Chinese, it was difficult for him to understand these idioms with allusions. He immediately smiled and explained it in English.

"Oh, your Chinese language is always so interesting. I have learned it again, but Lu's performance is about to begin. Are you showing off your skills? Let's take a look together?" Bellov said with a smile. At this moment, Lu Wei was ready to play in front of the piano.

Mozart's 11th Piano Sonata K331 was written in 1778. It was written by Mozart to comfort his mother who was seriously infected with cold and fever. Although his mother eventually died of severe illness, this famous Piano Sonata has been loved by many pianists for hundreds of years. This famous Piano Sonata can be heard in many concerts.\\\\\\\

The first movement is elegantly swaying the floor.

This is a variation, and the rhythm of eight or six beats seems very light.

Lu Wei's hands were gracefully attached to the keys, rising and falling lightly, playing a very leisurely melody, with elastic dotted rhythms, which contrasted with the sound of the sound, just like the afternoon sun shining on the smooth stone road, and the carefree past time surged into his heart.

Lu Wei's body made small movements lightly with the rhythm of the music, and the weak force in his hands was controlled just right, and the musical intention was perfectly reflected through the top tone of the Stanway piano. This piece of music alone showed Lu Wei's deep understanding of Mozart's musical works.

"Oh, Kong, it seems that you are so modest. Listen to the sound, how much like the wonderful tone of the harpsichord, the child's fingers feel very good." Bellov exclaimed softly.

Kong Xiangdong heard Bellov's praise, but he just smiled slightly and said nothing. He knew best what level Lu Wei's level has reached. In terms of piano skills, Lu Wei has now reached an extremely high level and can easily control any large-scale work. What he lacks now is the stage sharpening and insights of different styles of music. Mozart, to be fair, is not very suitable for Lu Wei's musical style, but Lu Wei's grasp of his sonata emotions is still first-class. You must know that Lu Wei, who is good at playing Beethoven, has absolutely first-class control over the strength of music. It is not difficult for him to play the effect of a chrysanthemum on modern pianos.

"Oh, listen, this kid has made progress again. I didn't expect his Mozart to play so well." Zhou Guangren looked at Lu Wei who was playing and said to Ling Yuan next to him with a smile.

"Yes, this child did a great job in terms of touching keys, handling rhythms, and grasping the emotions of music. This song is really not difficult for him. It is natural to play to such a level." Ling Yuan said with praise, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think of his most proud student, Wang Yujia. Like Lu Wei, this child showed his extremely high musical talent early on. He had just learned from Ling Yuan for less than two years and had reached the early 740 level. Ling Yuan compared the two children together, but in the end he could not draw a correct conclusion.

"If you have the chance, you can let Yujia and Lu Wei communicate together." Ling Yuan thought to himself.

With the first variation, the music began to appear with a clever sixteenth note jump. Lu Wei's long and elegant hands jumped lightly on the keys, and the wheel fingers brought a string of rhythmic homophones, which combined with the chords that began to become stronger with the strength of the right hand, creating a light and lively atmosphere.

Immediately, as the left hand weak triad sounded, the second variation of the music theme came.

Lu Wei's left hand could hardly see obvious playing movements on the keys. Every time he raised his finger, the keys were pressed very small. From a distance, it seemed that his left hand was just gracefully undulating on the keys. The continuous and fine triads flowed out of the piano, like the gurgling sound of a stream, very beautiful. The small thirty-two notes with tremolo in the high notes played by the right hand in the high notes are like the occasional waves in the stream, very crystal clear.

"Look at how soft and comfortable his hands are, they look like they are. They are not as old and dry as a firewood stick." A buddy with a gold chain as thick as a little finger around her neck said to her friend who came together.

"That's right, I think it sounds better than the person just now. I'm a master just now. I'm still playing it intermittently. Listen to how smoothly I play it and that little expression. Look, hey, spirit!" said a fat man next to me.

After listening to the two people's next, Wei Xiaofan burst into laughter. It seems that this serious music is a problem that cannot be avoided. Even if you are a master and the audience does not recognize you, you still have no idea. Wei Xiaofan suddenly remembered the guy who specializes in playing the popular piano, called Clayderman. I heard that he is very popular now, and the income of a performance is only several million. Look at the income of these so-called masters. It is good to have 300,000 or 500,000. This is really
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