Following the smooth carpeted staircase, he tiptoed towards the next stage door, because it was very close to the stage, with only a thin wall and silk curtain separated by it. Sun Yumei was careful to be afraid of affecting the performance in front.
"Sonata·Moll.op.35" is flowing alternately between joy and distress. Yumei is not an obsessed with classical music. She prefers modern pop music such as lyrical slow shaking, but the language of music is common.
At this moment, she was moved by the emotional elements told in the music, just like the little secret in her heart at this moment.
Yumei just wanted to take a look at Zhuo Yang secretly, or take a few glances. She didn't want to disturb Zhuo Yang's performance, but if Zhuo Yang could see her, it was something Yumei was looking forward to. Yumei knew that the performers would be half of the time during the piano performance.
Sitting sideways towards the audience in the hall, Zhuo Yang's eyes were facing the side curtain of the next door. She came here secretly, wanting to see him, but not wanting to disturb him, but wanting to let him know that he is here
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Yumei quietly walked up the steps and turned the huge velvet curtain, and she was stunned.
In front is the side curtain of the stage, which is like a quiet and comfortable corner. In this place, you can see the performance stage, but you can't see the audience below, and you won't be noticed by the audience below. There is a delicate beige in the corner.
The colored wooden hollowed-out tea table, there are some papers on the tea table, and a cup of green tea. There is a faint white mist floating on the mouth of the tea cup.
There is a pure white fabric single-seat sofa next to the coffee table, and there is a girl on it.
Yumei was shocked by the girl in front of her. Her beauty was so touching. Even though she was a beautiful girl with a good look, although the beauty and the beauty were born hostile, Yumei sincerely gave the girl in front of her.
The girl leaned against the armrest of the sofa, a little lazy and seemed a little tired, but she could not hide her peerless charm at all. She sat there, so elegant and lovely, she was a clean and flawless angel coming to the world.
Yumei didn't expect that there would be such a perfect girl, but what surprised her even more was the girl's eyes.
Sun Yumei had never seen such affectionate eyes. The girl looked at the direction of the stage without turning around. The lingering and affection in her eyes had forgotten the whole world. She looked at her beloved person and was no longer distracted. There was her whole world.
Her tenderest attachment.
Yumei couldn't see the stage, but she knew that there was only Zhuo Yang there.
She couldn't bear to disturb the girl's affection, and Yumei hid behind the curtain. The girl knew nothing about her arrival because there was only eternal love in her eyes.
Sun Yumei quietly looked at the unparalleled girl in front of her. She was fascinated by her and the deep affection in her eyes. The girl stared at her love obsessively, and Yumei looked at her secretly.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano on the stage stopped abruptly, and then, Zhuo Yang was heard saying, "I'm sorry, please wait."
After a while, Zhuo Yang came to the corner of the side curtain, slowly knelt in front of the girl on the sofa, and buried her head in her arms. The girl caressed Zhuo Yang's hair lovingly, and her smile could melt the world.
Zhuo Yang raised his head and stared at the girl. His eyes were as deep as hers. In his smile, there was warm tenderness.
Zhuo Yang stood up, picked up a piece of paper from the coffee table, and returned to the center of the stage. After he left, Yumei quietly retreated from behind the curtain. The girl's world should not be disturbed by anyone.
Yumei was not lost or sad, because such a girl and such love could only impress others, and she couldn't get a little jealousy and resentment. Back in the background, Mark seemed to be waiting for her.
"Mark, please don't tell Zhuo Yang that I've been here." After that, Yumei smiled at Mark.
Mark nodded with a knowing smile.
“Happy-new-year, Mark.”
“Happy-new-year, Rose.”
Yumei is gone.
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Zhuo Yang's personal concert "Forever Chopin" started at 3:00 pm. The concert is not divided into the first and second half, and there are no other assistant guests. Zhuo Yang will complete the fourteen music songs in one go. Without such skills, how can you talk about the masters?
Expert.
The performances are naturally all of Chopin's works, and they are all prescribed in previous Chopin competitions, including three "Polish Dance". Zhuo Yang has long been familiar with his level.
There is no longer any problem of instability in performance and stage fright.
Before the performance started, Zhuo Yang and Mark specially arranged a sofa and coffee table, arranged Koko on the side curtain, allowing her to watch Zhuo Yang play quietly alone.
Koko was still a little tired. Although she was not a weak girl, she felt a little overwhelmed once the indulgence of love relaxed for three days. Three days ago, she was still a girl who had not been blessed with rain, so hot.
God is really a bit presumptuous.
Although Zhuo Yang was extremely pity and tender and love throughout the three days, he was a man Lu who had no experience before and did not know how to pity the fragrance and jade. Moreover, Zhuo Yang has extremely strong athletes' physique, physical strength and endurance.
They are all top-notch. Even if you want to be gentle, you will be easily forgotten when you feel deep in love.
Zhuo Yang felt sorry for Koko's fatigue, but Koko was obsessed with his passionate tenderness.
Koko sat in the corner of the side curtain. Zhuo Yang was playing and could meet her eyes as soon as he looked up. Koko was there, so he could feel more at ease. After the performance began, Zhuo Yang would occasionally turn his eyes from the music score and the keys.
Move away and exchange love with Koko with his eyes. These tender actions did not affect his interpretation and analysis of Chopin at all.
Zhuo Yang looked at Koko and lamented how lucky he was to be favored by such an unparalleled girl in the world. He thanked God for his gifts and the love he gave to him.
The deep affection in the eyes of the two people could no longer be dissolved. The music played by Zhuo Yang was no longer showing the heavyweights in the industry on site, but the background music of him and Koko.
"Concerto-F Minor·Moll,op.21" has been performed, this is the ninth song of the entire concert, and another concerto "E Minor·Moll,op.11" is the finale. These two songs
It is the final track of previous Chopin Competitions.
Zhuo Yang played the tenth song "Sonata·B flat minor·Moll.op.35" solo, which is one of the songs stipulated in the semi-finals of last year's Golden Chopin Competition. Zhuo Yang's voice is melodious, but his emotions are all in the side curtain.
There is Koh.
Zhuo Yang wanted to praise Koko, to thank her for the love she gave, and to Koko for her attachment to him. He wanted to praise this unparalleled girl in the world, and he wanted to express his gratitude and admiration to her.
Zhuo Yang's playing stopped, and suddenly stopped, not at the end of the movement, not at any place where it should be stopped. He left the piano bench and piano and said to everyone in the industry below: "I'm sorry, please
Hold on."
This is an extremely impolite act, a neglect of the audience, and a disrespect for Chopin. Such a scene has never happened in the history of classical concerts.
Chapter completed!