At night, seven o'clock.

At the Berkeley Conservatory of Music, the world-famous Boston Symphony Hall, the audience has entered the venue and sat down.

In addition to teachers and students, a large part of them are music lovers outside the school.

There are performances in the Boston Symphony Hall almost every day. Even if there is no concert special, there are various music performances spontaneously organized by students, such as jazz specials, band specials, hip-hop specials, etc.

Locals have become accustomed to this kind of life. In addition to the students and professors of Harvard and MIT, as well as residents, tourists from other places have also come to enjoy the performance.

The Japanese music style of Zhongju Youdou is not particularly strange to the audience. Japanese music has a certain market in the United States and with this pure music, there are still many people who like it.

Li Zhifan and Song Song sat on the far left side of the audience, with Thomas, Danxiajian and Zhongju Youdou, a accompanying assistant, who was the German white man named Daniel, who met at the bar for the first night.

The design of the Boston Symphony Hall makes the concert performances here very simple. Because there is no sound or microphone, it depends entirely on the sound field of the internal sciences in the hall to convey notes, so only Daniel needs to play the piano on the stage, and Thomas and Daniel are responsible for off-site affairs.

The first work of Zhongju Youdou is a playful rondo-style piano piece, with unique Japanese musical styles that make everyone feel like they are in anime.

No one made any noise in the audience. Even though Thomas grinned happily, he did not laugh at all. He just gave Dan Xiajian a thumbs up, shaking it with a slight compliment and flattery.

Dan Xiajian narrowed his eyes half-squinted, and his eyes glimpsed Thomas' movements, his head raised higher, and his complacent feelings were hard to hide.

Li Zhifan originally wanted to come here early and exchanged with the master before the opening. Unexpectedly, Dan Xiajian was really on time and came in at the right time. He started the show as soon as he sat down, resulting in no chance to speak.

But Li Zhifan and Song Song nodded to him, but he pretended not to see it, which made the two of them feel depressed.

Music after music floated in the hall, and notes after notes penetrated into everyone's ears.

Immersed in this music, it was time for Li Zhifan to come on stage.

Zhongju Youdou stood up from the piano, bowed to the audience, and welcomed everyone's warm applause.

After getting up again, he said, "The following midfield time will be handed over to a young pianist from China, Mr. Li Zhifan, to bring you two songs he created himself."

The applause sounded again. Li Zhifan walked from the side of the platform to the center of the platform, shook hands with Zhongju Youdou, then turned around and bowed slightly to the audience below, and walked to the piano to sit in front of the piano.

The audience looked at Li Zhifan curiously. Some people recognized him, but the ways they recognized him were different, some because of his music, some because of his movies, and some Chinese students recognized him as a star.

Li Zhifan sat upright in front of the piano, raised his head slightly forty degrees upwards, and closed his eyes.

He reached out and stroked the piano keys. The audience looked at him expectantly, and the air seemed to condense at this moment.

"Dangdangdang! Dangdangdangdang!"

Suddenly, Li Zhifan made a sudden move, and the eight load-bearing chords were knocked down heavily.

The audience suddenly felt their pores relaxed, and their senses were immediately pulled to the bottom from the soothing and light-hearted music of Zhongju Youdou.

Just these two simple subsections have made many people sweat all over.

Danxia Jian's narrowed eyes widened in vain, and his head was empty-headed at Li Zhifan on the stage.

But Thomas frowned. The "Türkiye March" he had heard did not start like this?

The next second he thought: Could Li Zhifan change his mind temporarily?

On the poster outside, he posted this song. Many piano students came for this song. They thought Zhongju Youdou wanted to play it, but they didn't expect that Li Zhifan took action himself.

These two bars played by Li Zhifan are taken from the first movement of Beethoven's third symphony "Hero" in E-flat major. These two bar notes are the prelude to the song that directly addicted to the audience.

Of course he wouldn't play "Hero Symphony" here. Such a big piece, piano solo is not good, and time is not enough, so he just does this to attract everyone's souls.

After a few seconds of separation, Li Zhifan slowly played a slightly sad tune.

This song is called "Hongyan", which is a long tune of the Chinese Mongolian tribe and has been adapted by many musicians. Therefore, it is not new to Li Zhifan. The reason why he played it like this is to let the audience come out of the Japanese style piano music just now and enter his world.

"Hongyan" does not take up a long time, probably less than a minute.

A minute later, Li Zhifan left a slap for the audience, allowing everyone to concentrate for a short time, and played the "Turkish March" with a very fast hand speed.

The moment the song started, the audience breathed violently inhaled in Li Zhifan's ears.

The little bit of onlookers deeply penetrated his mind.

"This is what you want!"

Li Zhifan smiled in his heart, his head raised higher. If he hadn't closed his eyes, everyone might have thought he was staring at the ceiling.

The piano music of Zhongju Youdou before made everyone feel it closed their eyes and slowly, but no one could close their eyes on Li Zhifan's piano music, and they couldn't calm down so much that they even wanted to leave their seats.

Thomas smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Song Song held his arms and looked at the stage with a smile. As a Chinese musician, his waist also stood up in an instant.

But Danxiajian retracted back on the chair and kept looking at the watch timing.

However, this detail fell into Song Song's eyes. Song Song, who had been in the society for many years, suddenly understood Dan Xiajian's thoughts. His originally respectful mood instantly collapsed. He glanced at him disdainfully and continued to look at the stage.

"The Turkish March" is actually just a song that sounds interesting and difficult at first glance, but after realizing it, it is basically a piano performance student who can easily pick it up.

So Li Zhifan can only play speed here. He believes that there must be students who have practiced this piano music below, and they cannot show weakness in front of them no matter what.

Moreover, Li Zhifan went on stage to perform with his inner attitude, so the ten minutes of arrangements were all based on his inner senses.

After the song "Turkish March", Li Zhifan did not stop. This time he was only half a beat free and continued to play.

This is the second piano piece he prepared, called "The Wild Bee Flying".

It is also a particularly difficult piece, also called "The Flight of the Bumblebee", which is a work created by Russian composer Nikola Rimsky Kosakov in the late 19th century.

The opera of the same name "The Story of King Sadan" adapted from Pushkin's poem, in which Act 3 and Scene 1 are the soundtracks created to describe the situation where the prince changes to Bumblebee attacks two villains.

Because the melody of this song is very fast, later generations often use this song as a display of the performance skills of instruments such as pianos and violins.

If Li Zhifan’s playing just now made everyone’s pores open and sweat all over, the music had completely made the audience feel transparent and sweaty.

Just looking at his hands is extraordinary, like a fireflies in the dark, dotting the night sky, and captivating the eye.

Those majors stared at Li Zhifan's ten fingers in surprise. It was too fast and they couldn't see it at all. But if there was a camera now, and after taking a picture, they would find that Li Zhifan's finger movements were completely contrary to the norm of anthropology. All the familiar piano playing standard fingering techniques were abandoned here, and every key became abnormal.

At the same time, it also attracted attention to Li Zhifan's passionate action.

If it were compared to Lang Lang, Li Zhifan was much more implicit, and his whole body danced without exaggeration. But in this world, his body language was already very exaggerated, as if he was about to jump up and leave the piano at any time.

One question arises in everyone's mind:

"Can the piano still play like this?"

"It's so fast! I can't see his fingering!"

"Every note is clean and neat, without any delay, and it falls clearly into your ears. It's a real-state technique!"

"Why don't a pianist with such a level be a professor in the music school? He actually went to the entertainment industry?"

“…”

Everyone was excitedly clenched their fists, putting their hands on their chests, ready to clap their hands at any time.

However, Li Zhifan had no intention of stopping. When the notes gradually slowed down and weakened in the middle, they suddenly became more and more intense and weird again.

"How can you practice this level without twenty years of hard work?" Song Song murmured in his heart, and his fingers moved to Li Zhifan's piano speed on his thighs, but he was not a professional piano player. His skills were zero. He just hit him twice, and Li Zhifan had already hit him more than a dozen times.

"This song...this music...this speed..." Dan Xiajian opened his mouth wide and started to make his body. He looked at Li Zhifan on the stage incredibly, and murmured in a low voice, "How is he... possible? His piano skills climax and his creation is amazing. If this guy was born in the 17th century, he would definitely be the god of music admired by the world now!"

Suddenly, Danxia Jian felt a little funny. He remembered his previous blockade and disdain for Li Zhifan on stage, and a deep sense of self-blame and guilt arose.

Looking back at yourself, what is a real music artist and what is a music dealer, the contrast is obvious!

"teacher!"

Zhongju Youdou appeared next to Danxiajian when he didn't know when, and his eyes seemed to contain this sentence - "Do you feel what I felt at that time?"

But he said it: "Teacher, I think such a piano piece is worth pursuing the performance!"

Dan Xiajian cracked the corner of his mouth and couldn't laugh. He turned around and continued to look at Li Zhifan on the stage.

The music sounds are like energy enclosed in a maze, colliding back and forth, fighting back and forth. In the soundstage of this hall, it is like there are really billions of wasps coming and going crazy.

The sound of the string being knocked became more and more violent. At the critical moment, a burst of incisive moments seemed to be blown open, and the sound waves were mixed with a rich airflow, coming towards us.

After this big explosion, Li Zhifan stopped.

He opened his eyes, took a breath slowly, then stood up and walked to the stage, bowing to the audience.

The audience recalled it at this time that it seemed that Li Zhifan closed his eyes from beginning to end and did not look at the piano keyboard at all.

This is no different from a blind bullet. I didn’t expect that he was so powerful!

Li Zhifan's ten fingers trembled slightly, as if a man had returned from running three thousand meters and his belly was trembling.

However, his tremor was not only because he played too fast and could not stop his inertia, but also because of the little excitement in his heart.

It turns out that doing something as you wish without worrying about any distractions is such a happy thing.

"Thank you everyone!"

Li Zhifan said to the audience below: "Welcome Zhongju Youdou again!"

These words he said were in English. After saying this, he immediately turned around and stepped down. Zhongju Youdou also happened to come up from one side of the stage.

Zhongju Youdou has changed his suit and shakes hands with Li Zhifan towards him. He did not return to the piano directly in the agreed order. Instead, he took Li Zhifan's hand and walked to the stage and said to the audience: "Let me introduce it again, this is a young pianist from China, Mr. Li Zhifan!"

The audience came to their senses only then, and some even discovered that Li Zhifan had stood in front of the stage.

The applause was awesome, and it was obvious that everyone was clapping their hands desperately, like tap water that didn't cost money, making a buzzing sound.
To be continued...