Chapter 456 (1/2)

Zhou Manchun went to the middle of the stage, but didn't say anything. He just bowed to the audience 90 degrees and walked gracefully to the piano.

The first song is the familiar canon. The melodious Prelude sounds, which makes people feel like they are in a paradise like place. The restless heart is suddenly quiet. The long fingers beat each note, like dancing Mermaid, happily swimming on the lake. Each note directly strikes people's hearts and waves.

In the VIP seat in the front row, there was a handsome man in a black suit. His lips were slightly pursed, and his sharp features were like the prince coming out of the pictorial. From the moment when the first note sounded, his dark eyes were gloomy, and his face was hard to see. It seemed that he was filled with thick smoke, which made people unable to see the real scene.

Unconsciously, everyone was immersed in it. One piece was over, and the audience on the spot had not been able to recover. Zhou Manchun entered the second piece. Compared with the first hypnotic tenderness rhythm, the second piece she played had a lot of happy rhythm. It was the famous ”honeybee flying”, the sonorous and powerful piano sound. Every note was perfect. Zhou Manchun Man's slender fingers moved around on the black-and-white keyboard, and his body swayed with the rhythm. The happy rhythm seemed to bring people into a flower field in an instant, and a group of bees were dancing happily in the flower field.

There were a lot of audience shaking with Zhou Manchun's piano sound, very immersed in it. Only Jin Beisen sat there motionless, but his eyes tightly fell on Zhou Manchun for a moment.

The third piece is the Blue Danube River. The light in the concert hall suddenly darkens, leaving only a dark blue light on the stage. The sound of the quiet piano rings slowly. On the screen of the stage, suddenly there is a background of the Danube River. The blue river and the quiet moonlight sprinkle down. The stage effect of the Danube River is very realistic. The river flows slowly The water is shining with gold. The rhythm of the piano is very slow, bringing people into the real Danube.

When a piece of music is shot down, Zhou Manchun doesn't even have a rest in the middle of the way. The last piece of music is her original one, called ”Nian”. At this time, the light on the stage is still dark. When the prelude is just sounded, it has a happy atmosphere. After a rush of notes slip by, the tune becomes sad, angry, emotional and cold The sound made people tremble suddenly, and it was a quick turn. The tune was slowly accelerated again. At this time, the lights on the stage slowly lit up. With the fall of Zhou Manchun's last note, the whole performance ended.

All the people are still remembering the soft voice, Zhou Manchun slowly stood up and picked up the microphone.

”Thank you for coming to my concert today. I'm very grateful. It's fate to get together. I'm looking forward to meeting you next time. This happy night belongs to you. Today's concert is over. Good night, everyone.” Zhou Manchun's sweet voice came from the microphone, and he made another 90 degree bow.

There was thunderous applause from the audience. I didn't expect that this internationally renowned female pianist, Mackie, would perform so well. Zhou Manchun's concert didn't allow anyone to take photos, so the live version of the audio never flowed out. People just passed it on from mouth to mouth. Many people whispered. This concert is really worth it.

Zhou Manchun smiled a little. Although the layers of gauze on her hat almost covered her whole face, her beautiful red lips were still exposed. She gave a kiss to the slender audience. The audience was boiling again, and both men and women were screaming.

Even the young and ignorant Jin Yumo followed the trend. He grabbed Jin Beisen's hand and said, ”Dad, this beautiful aunt plays well and listens to the music. I want to worship her as my teacher.” Jin Yumo just contacted the piano this year, but he learned very fast. Jin Beisen invited the best private tutor for him, two lessons a week.

Jin Beisen touched his son's head with a spoiled face, and said to Jin Yumo, ”OK.”