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Amid everyone's anticipation eyes, Lu Wei smiled and picked up the microphone.

"Yes, I started to learn piano with my first piano teacher, Li Deqian, in September last year, when I was in normal school. Later, in October, I started learning with two teachers, Kong Xiangdong and Wei Xiaofan, and until now."

In front of the TV of Changshi Music Building, Li Deqian was watching the game. When he saw Lu Wei mentioning his name, he was excited and his face was filled with an unconcealed smile. Lu Wei has achieved such a great achievement now, and it is rare that he has not forgotten him as an enlightenment teacher. This made Li Deqian feel very relieved and happy.

However, he was happy, Gao Huijuan next to him felt a little uncomfortable. After all, she was also Lu Wei's music enlightenment teacher. Although Lu Wei was learning vocal music from her, Gao Huijuan had no doubt at all that Lu Wei's achievements in vocal music were definitely no less than piano! However, this international piano competition revealed Lu Wei's piano talent, and even his old colleague was very glorious, but she had nothing to do with her. In addition, she couldn't help but look forward to when Lu Wei could participate in some world-class vocal music competitions, and then said to the microphone: "My vocal music enlightenment teacher is Gao Huijuan!"

After Lu Wei said this passage calmly, the translator immediately translated it into English. Then, there was an uproar on and off the court again. Many people did not have any information on the players. At this moment, they couldn't help but look even more surprised when they heard Lu Wei's words.

"It's fine if I only studied for less than a year. Isn't it a student in the music school? a normal student? a god!"

"Kong? Hehe, it turns out that you are a student of Kong, so count it. You have something to do with the Curtis Conservatory of Music." Grafman said with a smile when he heard Lu Wei say that his teacher was Kong Xiangdong. Then he asked Kong Xiangdong under the judges' seat: "Kong. Lu Wei has been studying with you for a long time?"

Kong Xiangdong, who had a smile on his face when he heard Grafman calling his name, turned around and said, "Teacher Grafman, Lu Wei and I have been learning piano for more than half a year, and he has made rapid progress!" Although Grafman did not teach himself personally, he was once a student of the Curtis Conservatory of Music. He still called out to Grafman affectionately.

Hearing the fact that it was hard to believe in Kong Xiangdong's mouth, Grafman's eyes became even more enthusiastic. He finally understood why Zhou Guangren's eyes were so concerned when he saw Lu Wei appearing a few days ago. Such a student is simply a genius who has never been seen in a century. The song "Pathiosis" just now made Grafman, an authoritative pianist educator, feel a little moved. If the previous song "Sigh" just made him feel "very good", then this song "Pathiosis" has reached the level that he can close his eyes and "appreciate". He has seen countless geniuses, but he has to admit that Lu Wei is the most talented player he has seen!

However, Grafmann had a very eager look just now. After hearing what Lu Wei said just now, he suddenly felt a little angry. He could not imagine that such a talented student was still studying in an ordinary normal school. This was a huge waste of talent! I really don’t know what the Chinese music academies were thinking. However, what Grafmann didn’t know was that both the Chinese Conservatory of Music and the Central Conservatory of Music had invited Lu Wei, but Lu Wei refused the invitation from the two major colleges because he insisted on completing his studies.

However, if Jin Tielin and Zhou Guangren knew that the real reason why Lu Wei refused them was because he wanted to accompany Xiaoling in Changli, he would probably vomit blood.

"Mr. Grafman, can the competition continue?" Zhou Tao asked politely. She naturally knew Lu Wei's background for a long time, so she didn't feel a little funny when she saw the surprised faces of the judges. However, when Zhou Tao saw the contestants from his own country "trunk" these foreign judges, she was still very happy. She served as the host of the piano competition in her own country. Of course, she hoped that the winner would be the Chinese contestant in the end.

"Oh, sorry, please continue." After hearing Zhou Tao's words, Grafman also realized that he had interrupted Lu Wei's game and signaled with a smile.

However, Grafman did not expect that such a small episode would suddenly push Lu Wei, who was unknown in the preliminaries, to the forefront of the audience and the media.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lu Wei started an improvisational creation competition.

On the big screen, a pastoral scene gradually faded out in the black background:

In the blue sky, clouds, on the green pasture, the sheep were leisurely gnawing on the grass. Not far away, a small wooden house at the foot of the green mountain was like the paradise described by Tao Yuanming, and was emitting smoke from cooking, a leisurely scene.

This silent picture has caused everyone who watches the mind to fall into tranquility.

Looking at this picture, Lu Wei couldn't help but think of a book he had read in his previous life: "Soul Pasture". Yes, in the complex world, in the bustling crowd, everyone is busy, busy every day, and even forgets the true and innocent world deep in his heart. Such a beautiful scenery may only appear in dreams.

Before the screen could be played, Lu Wei sat in front of Stanway's piano, his fingers relaxed, and a soothing piece of music flowed out from his fingertips. This unknown, but beautiful casual music - daydream.

On the black and white keys, between the leisurely dancing hands, quiet notes flow quietly, outlining a silence that is as cool as water. It is like people dissolved under the cool autumn night, looking at the stars in the sky, silent alone; it is also like the boring moments of autumn night, and the various thoughts constantly intertwined in their minds.

Lu Wei played, his mind was immersed, and his thoughts seemed to travel through time and space, and returned to his distant childhood: the low bungalow in my memory, on a stuffy summer night, lying on the mat on the roof with my father, gently shaking the palm-leaf fan, driving away the mosquitoes on the summer night. In the deep blue night sky, a crescent moon was hanging high, with stars dotted. My father was by his side, and the signs in the night sky turned into beautiful legends, unconsciously letting himself intoxicated.

Suddenly, the stars in the night sky seemed to be real and quietly changed. Beautiful legends were staged in front of us and in our minds. The quiet night sky seemed to be staged with illusory and real dramas, making people unable to distinguish between illusion or reality, and their minds were immersed in this tranquility.

Lu Wei, in front of Stanway's piano, closed his eyes lightly, and between his eyebrows, there was a look of memory, leisurely and quiet. His fingers slid quietly on the keys, with a slow beat, and the main melody of the bass, and there were a few crisp mono sounds in the middle of each variation, as if his eyes were slightly mist, and then he seemed to hear the crisp dripping sound. There were a slightly faster beat, and there were also a slow whisper. It was like the ups and downs of the mood, just for the one who missed me, sometimes it seemed like the joy of hearing the sound of approaching my own footsteps, and sometimes it was the shallow sorrow of thinking about you every night... In such a sound, silent in a kind of auditory hallucination, like experiencing Zhuang Zhou's dream of turning into a butterfly, and it was also impossible to tell where is the other side of his life and where is the self living on the other side.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a moment, or a century, Lu Wei gently opened his eyes and his hands slowly swimming on the keys stopped quietly. This song also made Lu Wei’s mind completely silent, without any slight waves. The tranquility of Zen made him forget the game and where he was at this moment.

"At midnight, listen to the piano lonely beating the dreams I had during the day. A solo confession, a melodious solo, every key is quietly beating the empty place in my heart, and a circle of lonely echoes rippling..." Lu Wei's heart silently thought of the passage written by an unknown music critic, and felt that at this moment, it was so in line with his mood.

The moment he opened his eyes, Lu Wei felt a little disappointed. He was immersed in the dream, hoping that he would see the night sky that made his mind peaceful and peaceful, the stars, waves, and lover...

For the first time in his life, Lu Wei felt that he was lazy. This song made him miss the scene when he performed on the same stage with Clayderman a few days ago: the sea in the night, the piano, the lover, the fresh and cool air... A sudden burst of expectation surged in his heart, as if he wanted to have it at this moment.

After sighing slightly, Lu Wei stood up gently from the piano, and bowed to the audience below and the judges on the side with a calm expression. A leisurely smile on his face hung on the corner of his mouth, which was so transcendent.
Chapter completed!