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Chapter 1116 "The Greatest Work"(1/2)

Amid the cheers of the audience.

Su Yu came to the center of the stage.

I heard the tsunami of mountains and rivers, "Look at the rain, come on."

The audience, his sky-blue support lights, shining like stars with moving lights.

Bang!

The stage lights are out.

The audience cheers did not stop, but became more and more enthusiastic.

About a minute passed.

A spotlight was set off, and on the left side of the stage was a retro decoration with a very French characteristic.

In the spotlight, Su Yu had already put on a dark yellow retro suit. He sat in front of a retro piano, and his slender fingers were gently placed on the keys.

Wow!!

Seeing Su Yu's dress and stage decoration, the audience burst into excited screams and cheers again!

Amid cheers.

Song information appears on the large screen.

"The Greatest Work"

Singing: Listen to the rain

Word: Listen to the rain

Song: Listen to the rain

The moment I saw the song title.

The cheers of the audience gradually weakened.

"The greatest work, this song is so crazy!"

"It's worthy of Tingyu, the characters are so crazy!"

"Damn, this song is so famous, I have goosebumps!"

"How dare he be? He dared to get such a song before he reached the top?"

This name is indeed a bit crazy.

Fortunately, Tingyu's performance on the world stage is already very crazy.

Although some viewers think the title of this song is inappropriate, they can't find any rebuttals.

"The greatest work..." A complex expression flashed in Sean's eyes, with surprise, doubt, and admiration. He has always been arrogant, but he knew that even if he was as arrogant as him, he would not dare to use this name.

People have a comparative heart. If you use the three words "great", the criteria for judgment have changed.

"It's worthy of being Brother Yu, this song title is so domineering!" Gong Juren held up the support card with an extremely excited face.

"From my understanding of Xiaoyu, his song name won't mean this." Mo Yan shook his head.

Although Su Yu has always been domineering on the world stage, Mo Yan knows him very well and knows that his personality is not the kind of person who likes to be arrogant.

The song title must have other meanings.

The noisy talk did not affect Su Yu on the stage.

He also knew that such a crazy song title would definitely arouse many people's discussions, or even disgust.

But none of those things he needs to pay attention to.

All he had to do was present this song to everyone in a perfect way.

Thinking of this, Su Yu's eyes drooped slightly. After taking a deep breath, his slender fingers jumped on the keys.

In an instant, a series of extremely beautiful music sounded!

Let the audience gradually stop talking.

The crisp notes of the piano are like beating elves.

Like gurgling water, or like a galaxy.

A feeling of time passing, accompanied by music being delivered live.

As the piano sound becomes strong and powerful, the rhythm becomes more and more rapid. At some point, it seems to break the barrier of time, and then the drum beats enter and sound in conjunction with the strings.

A music style with a very listening style made the audience finally stop paying attention to the crazy song title and devote themselves to the music.

"Brother is wearing a retro suit,

Holding a cane and playing magical music,

Strolling in Shamaridan,

Times renovated,

The empire that cannot see the boundaries,

Throne made of notes,

I used the keys to shuttle through the immortality I missed in 1920…”

Still the same taste.

When the familiar rain-listening rap sounded.

Many fans couldn't help but shaking their bodies with the rhythm.

Listening to the rain’s rap is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of enjoyment from rhythm and melody.

He does not have the explosive atmosphere of rock and roll, nor is he as leisurely as folk songs, but his rhythm and pronunciation give people a strong personal feature.

On the stage, Su Yu's fingers were flying on the piano keys, and there was still only a spotlight, the retro style, the retro suit, and the classical piano, with a faint loneliness.

"Ah, paranoia is that Magritte,

The apple I created,

It's me that surreal,

It's still the clown he originally wanted to draw,

Not a pipe,

The dove on his face did not fly away,

Please remember,

He is a painter, not a cocktail…”

As the singing continues.

The meaning of the song gradually unfolds.

Audiences who have a profound study of art have also discovered that the lyrics of this song are not what they imagined.

Through this lyrics' description of the surrealist painter Magritte, the core of the whole song is gradually revealed!

"Who gave him the thoughts?

I will use your inspiration to bending the spoon and don't need to return it to me.

Is it the wall clock or cheese that melts,

You don’t reply to me on the other end of the lobster phone…”

Auditorium.

Mai Luo and the masters of painting looked at the lyrics translation on the big screen in shock.

They never expected that in just a few short lyrics, two well-known painters in the painting circle had appeared.

No, it should be said to be an artist!

Paintings of painters of Magritte have long been priceless art treasures, and the title of the song "Tingyu" seems to have been misunderstood by everyone.

He is not saying that his songs are the greatest works, but paying tribute to the greatest works of artists.

The greatest art!

"So that's how it is!" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

"Teacher, what does it mean?" Shen Jinghong didn't understand.

"He is using the masterpieces of those masters to pay tribute to art, the greatest art!" Mo Yan explained with a smile.

Shen Jinghong nodded as if he understood something. He could hear the artists in the song, but he did not understand the artist's masterpieces so well.

"Room is the most free and unrestrained ink paintings in secular paintings.

Huadu’s elegant legs are a touch of this universe’s writing.

The nostalgia that crosses the ocean is planted in the tenderness of nothing,
To be continued...
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