Walking to the platform, Fang Yuanyang took a deep breath.
Immediately, saluting everyone, Fang Yuanyang came to the piano and made the chair in front of the piano.
At this moment, the audience fell silent, and everyone was waiting for Fang Yuanyang's next move.
In the midst of all the gazes, Fang Yuanyang stretched out his hand and gently put his hand on the piano keys.
"Hello everyone, I'm Fang Yuanyang."
"I studied at Changhuan College of Communication: It's singing. "
Fang Yuanyang stammered, and his voice trembled: "Although I learned to sing, but: . Actually, my favorite, is the one that has no vocals, pure. Pure music. "
Hearing Fang Yuanyang's words, the students of Changhuan First Academy in the audience all talked in low voices.
Taking a deep breath, Fang Yuanyang spoke again: "I came to you today, it is: It's a piano piece that I composed myself, and this: The name of this piece is ... "Pure Music". "
"Thanks: Thank you! "
It took a lot of effort to finish a paragraph.
Through Fang Yuanyang's performance, Zhao Changhuan could see that this young boy, he was not stammering, he was just too shy.
It may be that since he was a child, because he likes pure music, he has been gossiped, so at this moment, this boy will be so nervous.
Zhao Changhuan understood Fang Yuanyang's nervousness now.
At Blue World, pure music has always been one: A musical species that is easily treated differently.
Even not only in the Blue World Star, but also on the Earth in the past life, there are many people who like to look at pure music with different eyes.
The more impetuous the times, the less pure music is understood.
What everyone likes is the cry of the human voice in the song, and the soft turning of the human voice.
Pure pure music, in an increasingly impetuous society, few people can appreciate it.
Zhao Changhuan understood Fang Yuanyang, so he was very serious at the moment.
He wanted to watch Fang Yuanyang's program seriously, which was his respect for Fang Yuanyang.
But... Fang Yuanyang failed to perform his show after all.
After a burst of opening remarks, Fang Yuanyang didn't play the first piano key for a long time.
Constantly recalling what his roommates had said to him in his mind, Fang Yuanyang's hands began to tremble.
"Fang Yuanyang, why do you like this kind of song that no one sings? What, pretend to be elegant? "
"Fang Yuanyang, why do you like this kind of song? It makes people want to sleep, come, sing hi songs with me! "
"Fang Yuanyang, you are really strange."
Fragments of memories kept flashing in his mind, and Fang Yuanyang's face slowly became whiter and whiter.
Immediately, a few seconds later, Fang Yuanyang suddenly stood up, and then, fleeing the stage, ran back to the backstage!
Squatting in a corner in the background, Fang Yuanyang buried his head in his knees and arms.
Seeing that Sunset would become like this, everyone was confused.
After Fang Yuanyang left, everyone present began to talk quietly.
After a while, the male host took the stage and stabilized the scene.
"Don't panic, for special reasons, Fang Yuanyang can't bring us his program, which doesn't have much impact on the party, next, let's go directly to the next show!"
When the male host's words fell, everyone nodded.
However, it was at this time that Zhao Changhuan raised his hand.
Seeing Zhao Changhuan raise his hand, the male host was suddenly a little confused: "Does Director Xiao Zhao have anything to say??" "
"Yes."
Zhao Changhuan nodded, and immediately, he got up, stepped on the stairs on the side, and walked up the big platform.
Walking in front of the male host, Zhao Changhuan did not speak, but just stretched out his hand.
Seeing Zhao Changhuan's action, the male host immediately understood what Zhao Changhuan meant, and immediately sensibly gave the microphone to Zhao Changhuan.
Picking up the microphone, Zhao Changhuan looked at the audience and opened his mouth faintly.
"Probably, the next show will take a while to start."
"Because... Fang Yuanyang's show is not over yet. "
Hearing Zhao Changhuan's words, all of a sudden, the audience was silent to the extreme!
Everyone was dumbfounded!
Backstage, Liu Yifei, Yang Chaohu, Zheng Xiaoshuang stared wide-eyed, not understanding what happened!
Standing on the big platform, Zhao Changhuan smiled slightly.
"There was a boy before, he asked me a question, he asked me, do I like pure music?"
"At the time, I didn't have time to reply to him."
"Now, here, I want to give him a reply."
Saying that, Zhao Changhuan's smile grew bigger and bigger!
That's confidence, that's his attitude towards pure music!
"Like."
"I really like pure music."
Hearing Zhao Changhuan's words, everyone in the audience stared at the big stage at this moment, silent to the extreme.
Backstage, Fang Yuanyang, who was squatting underground, also raised his head in surprise when he heard Zhao Changhuan's words.
After saying that he liked it, Zhao Changhuan shook his head and talked about his own views on pure music.
"Probably, there are many people who do not understand pure music, maybe, there are many people who feel, pure music, here refers to various instruments, music without voice, feel that they are outdated, feel that people who like to listen to pure music are strange, very pretentious, or... Very autistic. "
"However, I still want to say that I like pure music."
"Yes."
"No matter what the attitude of the people around me is to pure music, I myself like pure music!"
"And like it crazy!" "
"Therefore, the program that Fang Yuanyang can't continue, it's up to me to continue it for him."
Saying that, Zhao Changhuan came to the piano and sat down.
"Next, this piano piece I'm going to play is pure music."
"His name is 'Dance of Flowers'."
"Next, I will use this pure music to show everyone the charm of pure music."
"Next, I will use this music to tell everyone how good pure music is! Tell everyone how a piece of music can be done to make happy people happier and sad people more sad. "
"Of course, the most important thing is that next, I will use this pure music to tell a little boy who is a little depressed..."
Saying that, Zhao Changhuan put the microphone aside and landed his hands on the piano.
"You don't have to feel inferior to yourself because you like it."
"It's not weird to like pure music."
"You...."
"It's not surprising." _
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