The Big Bosses Are Not What I Expected After I Transmigrated Into A Book

Chapter 76: Shanghua: He also asked me for an autograph

The bright stage lights focused on the black shiny grand piano area, making it the most eye-catching center of the audience.

Qiao Yang, wearing a white dress, sat in this center and became a more dazzling presence. He has a gentle expression, his fingers are soft, and his body occasionally shakes with the rhythm.

Melodious and long, winding sounds and melodies flowed from his fingertips, echoing like a spring stream around the wide venue.

Music with soft healing colors also softened the atmosphere of the venue, and the audience in the audience couldn't help but bring some soothing smiles.

Gao Yuan sat on a table in the back row, and his expression changed less than five seconds after Qiao Yang played the key.

He raised his head slightly to look at the handsome and elegant young master on the stage, and then at the hands of Qingwu on the keyboard close-up on the big screen. A pair of eyes that had been hiding behind the sunglasses with a look of disdain also became serious.

He himself can become a pianist, so he can hear Qiao Yang's piano ability from the short prelude without everyone's judgment.

It's really not just for fun.

Just when he wanted to listen carefully, the gentle tune Qiao Yang played gradually changed rapidly.

His left hand quickly played a thick, heavy and intense melody in the low range.

The right hand bounces regularly on several keys in the high range to a sharp and dangerous rhythm.

It also makes the whole tune sound with a sense of crisis.

Audiences who are prone to empathy, secretly gasped and listened with fear, as if they were really facing many crises, nervously watching the man on the stage even his body sitting straight.

The eyes behind Gao Yuan's sunglasses gradually widened, and he was shocked.

The difficulty of this piece of music played by Qiao Yang is comparable to the "Winter Wind" he just played. Moreover, Qiao Yang's playing skills and expressiveness can be said to be comparable to him.

He began to enjoy Qiao Yang's melody as a viewer. After his emotions were gradually immersed in the melody of crisis, Qiao Yang stopped suddenly.

Gao Yuan's breathing was stagnant, and he instinctively felt what was going to happen next.

Like him, there are many people in the audience who are also affected by nerves, and they suddenly stop when they are so nervous that they hold their breath, and they look at the man on the stage puzzled.

Qiao Yang's hands slowly lifted, and his fingers let gravity be attracted and dropped a little bit away from the keys, until the last trace of the pedal depressed under his foot disappeared on the field.

The hands began to fall slowly, and the ten fingers gently hit the keys like feathers, and the flowing tune became slow and sad.

Gradually, the audience realized that Qiao Yang was not only playing a piano piece, he was telling a story through the piano piece.

A story they didn't know.

There are warm daily life, crises, and sad past in the story. The listeners immersed in the melody of the music developed endless reveries in their brains.

They imagined and guessed what kind of story Qiao Yang was telling.

Even Gao Yuan couldn't help but ponder, leaving behind the identity of the wealthy young master, what kind of man Qiao Yang was. Why is there such a sad past.