He only wanted to present the evidence quickly without considering the integrity of the music at all. He even played only half of a phrase. To put it nicely, he only played it to the end. In fact, he was stingy at all and did not care about the feelings of the audience at all.

Curtis, geniuses like these who have pursued their pursuits and usually hang out with the same kind of people, have a low limit of tolerance. After listening to several sets of evidence, those who were in the lecture ended without warning.

The expressions of dissatisfaction that appeared after a certain piece of music became more and more obvious, and some people were even so irritated that they made physical movements. On this occasion, they did not play all the classic phrases in Chopin's nocturne. It was so disrespectful to the composer.

Yang Jingxing stood up again: "In the same industry, everyone will inevitably follow the footsteps of geniuses and great predecessors. Chopin is amazing, and the excellence he showed in following is worthy of our following."

Whether the Curtis people were hypocritical or polite, they actually applauded again. The frowns, uneasiness, anger, regret... all disappeared and disappeared without a trace. The entire audience became academic and artistic again, and could even make

A general look of joy and excitement.

The applause was still short, but Yang Jingxing couldn't wait to stop it: "Okay... can anyone help me provide another topic? Thank you."

Five or six voices suddenly emerged from the audience, but they soon stopped arguing and raised their hands without embarrassing the dean, although the gestures were quite casual.

Yang Jingxing pointed at the red-haired girl with freckles raised high.

The brown-red-haired girl seemed to be just joining in the fun. After being selected, she couldn't say anything. She was stunned for a moment before speaking very quickly to get the job done: "Who do you think is Chopin's best follower among the performers?"

When it comes to gossip, Yang Jingxing makes clichés: "I have no right to rate the best, nor do I think the one I like is the best. There are many performers I admire..."

The girl spoke faster: "Can you tell me about their outstanding talents?"

Curtis' girl seemed to be very attractive, and the audience was full of support and expectation, but what they saw was the lecturer standing up and leaving his seat. The expressions of the brown-red-haired girls were shocked. What kind of attitude did this lecturer have?

Who doesn’t know how to do it? How can people deepen their memory and understanding without demonstration?

Yang Jingxing's tone sounded a little sighing: "Of course, first of all, Arthur Rubinstein..."

The lecturer was chatting again. Although there were many extraordinary performers, they had been studied and studied for a long time. Yang Jingxing couldn't say anything new, so he gave each performer two commonplace compliments. A few mentions were most commendable.

personal technical or emotional characteristics.

The audience was quite calm, and it was nice not to have to endure the lecturer's excerpts and generalizations.

From Rubinstein to Ashkenazy to Horowitz, of course there is also Moorman Argerich, Fu Conganda, Ariva di Francois Deng Taixin, and more recently Qin Mengli and several others

, Yang Jingxing walked to the piano again as he spoke: "The person I want to talk more about is Mr. Pollini..."

The audience nodded in encouragement, right, how could we miss this one? Then they all craned their necks to see what they were going to do on the stage.

Yang Jingxing sat down and played first.

The piano only sounded three or four notes, and everyone in the audience nodded eagerly to show that they heard something, Etude No. 10, No. 3.

Yang Jingxing played the second half of a relatively flexible piece of music that lasted about four minutes. It was a complete second half, with no unexpected jumps and a normal ending. Then the lecturer looked at the audience: "Is that so? To Mr. Pollini

Apologize." After all, the master is still active in the piano world.

This time no one was irritated, but no one answered. Most of the students remained silent and motionless, and only a few were as shocked as before.

The students didn't show any respect, but the teachers had to support him. After a few seconds of silence, the Taiwanese from the piano department made up for it: "Yes... it's very close."

The teacher certainly took the lead, and the students also began to nod, and soon became excited, and soon began to express admiration and surprise, no matter whether Pollini knew about it or not.

Yang Jingxing asked: "Has anyone heard this version of the recording?"

Yep, you really look down on others, a chorus of voices responded bravely, who hasn’t listened to Chopin’s twenty-four etudes recorded at DG in 1972 countless times? Did the person on the stage think he was facing a kindergarten interest class?

"No." Yang Jingxing was playing tricks again: "This is a recording from 1960, after he won the Chopin Competition..."

It was unbearable, and the bird man retorted several times. The students in the audience were so angry that they couldn't speak. They could only stare angrily at the stage. Some students would look to the teacher, asking for help or waiting for orders.

Grafman had always been calm, but he had to speak: "I know that there is such a thing. The recording after the game was not released."

Yang Jingxing knew the inside story: "I think it's time. The record company has this plan. Now let's listen to the 1972 record."

The same second half was played on the stage, and there was no difference. However, the audience was so focused that they held their breath. From the expressions that they couldn't bear to blink, it was obvious how much these geniuses care about honor. It is also good to know shame and then be brave.

Yang Jingxing went even further. In the second half of the second play, he only played half of it and then stopped: "From 1960 to 1972, after winning the championship, Mr. Pollini left the honorary stage to start new studies. I think this was his greatest achievement.

The manifestation of talent..." Then he played two more bars: "This is 1960..." and then compared the same notes: "This is 1972, amazing."

The entire audience, now old and young, is staring at the stage. Eighty or ninety pairs of eyes of all kinds are piercing, and eighty or ninety faces from the east, west, and north are unsmiling. It is obvious that they have no intention of letting the lecturer get involved with Pollini.

Light. There was no sound in the room, but the unanimous strength seemed so solemn and thick that it was simply terrifying. If anyone came in at this time, they would probably be stunned by the atmosphere.

Fortunately, Yang Jingxing had curry favor with some people in the morning, and it came in handy at this time. Grafman took the lead in clapping. I have to admire that Grafman is really highly respected. When he made a move, even the dean and his colleagues responded immediately and positively, especially the students.

Extraordinary courage.
Chapter completed!