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Chapter 458

The boisterous cheers continued.

Gao Shuang dragged his limp limbs and walked out step by step.

Under the gaze of everyone, Gao Shuang felt that he had already sublimated at this moment.

Even though the clothes were tightly bound to his body due to sweat, it was extremely difficult for him not to take a step.

Even though he played desperately all night under the blessing of the Ultimate Badge, and just now he tried his best to be completely presumptuous, at this moment his rested fingers began to twitch and hurt.

Even though he stepped on the piano pedal at high speed, his calf was so sore that it felt like a needle prick when he took a step forward.

but!

It's all worth it!
Completing such a piece of music in front of everyone is definitely enough to be proud of for a lifetime.

What's more, the documentary team with Zhuanertai faithfully recorded the whole process of his performance, leaving the most authoritative evidence.

Looking back at this time, the group of people who left Zhuanertai at the beginning was simply a stroke of genius!
Look at Murong Cheng's appearance when he almost lost his composure at the end, and then look at the fanatical and helpless extras and crew members.

Gao Shuang is satisfied from the bottom of his heart with the shock he caused to everyone!

Walking out at this moment, he felt that his image was infinitely elevated, exactly the same as the hero who killed thousands of troops!
"High Director..."

Unexpectedly, when Wu Hao passed by, the short-sighted man suddenly called out.

Wu Hao's voice was quite loud, which immediately reduced the restlessness of all the people present.

Gao Shuang's footsteps slowed down slightly, followed by his face twitching a little.

There is an old saying that goes well!
Real men never look back to explode!

Now that the scene has been blown up, leaving a lonely figure behind and leaving silently is the most perfect ending.

You call me at this time, should I answer your question or not?

If it stops to respond to you, wouldn't the perfect vibe fall by the wayside? !
However, not responding is a bit arrogant after all, which is not good for pretending to beep.

"Gah?"

Gao Shuang kept walking without turning his head, and his body stopped stiffly.

The main reason is that the cramp in the calf is severe. I wanted to draw my legs back and stand firm, but unfortunately I couldn't use much strength.

Now that I'm pulling it like this, I won't talk about the embarrassment, and it's very likely that the thigh will be twitched like this, which is very nonsense...

The floors are waxed and very slippery.

Gao Shuang, who was standing on his front and back feet, felt that his body was getting shorter. The friction of the leather shoes was not enough to support the weight of his body, and his exhausted legs could not slow down the sinking process.

Gao Shuang felt very anxious.

Wu Hao looked at Gao Shuang's weird posture, and asked cautiously: "The performance is not over yet, shall we continue?"

"..."

Gao Shuang couldn't help but want to caress his forehead, but he supported his thighs with both hands so as not to let the ponytail take shape.

After being silent for two seconds, Gao Shuang said: "Please let me round up this beep, thank you..."

"Oh oh oh!"

Wu Hao suddenly said: "Then you go on..."

Gao Shuang felt that his old leg was about to fail, so he hurriedly freed up a hand to grab Wu Hao for help: "Hehe, give me a hand."

"what?"

Wu Hao looked blank.

Gao Shuang had completely given up on continuing to pretend to be beeping, and grinned: "My leg is twitching, pull it quickly..."

……

In view of Gao Shuang's poor physical condition, the crew's shooting tasks were temporarily adjusted.

Under the auspices of Zhao Daquan, many reaction shots were taken.

Make time for Gao Shuang to sleep for two hours and take it easy.

It is convenient to have an experienced master like Zhao Daquan around. Many shots can be shot with perfect results without Gao Shuang's intervention.

This is the correct usage of the main camera of the crew!

In the afternoon, the refreshed Gao Shuang came again.

This time, because there was no pressure, my performance was not as perfect as in the morning.

A piece of music is divided into upper and lower parts, and when playing, I often step on the wrong pedal and the performance crashes.

It took another whole afternoon on and off to finally finish the scene.

When Murong Cheng finished work, he asked Gao Shuang with concern: "I'm not as good as I was in the morning, haven't you recovered yet?"

Gao Shuang explained with some embarrassment: "The physical condition is still better than in the morning."

He knows what's wrong with him.

The final ending in the morning was confiscated, so that I didn't have the mood to pretend to beep all afternoon, and I felt very uncomfortable in my heart. Naturally, I lost a little passion for being able to surprise everyone when I played.

Murong Cheng frowned, and looked Gao Shuang up and down: "It seems that you are still a competitive player?"

Gao Shuang didn't deny this statement, and said: "The main reason is that if you lack motivation, it will be difficult to concentrate."

Murong Cheng nodded and said, "Hehe, that's fine, as long as you keep up with the training, you can always perform brilliantly at critical moments."

Gao Shuang touched his nose: "I hope."

After Murong Cheng was silent for a while, he suddenly said to Gao Shuang, "Can you give me a copy of the video of your performance in the morning?"

After saying this, it seemed a little inappropriate, so he added another sentence: "If it has an impact on the movie, then forget it."

"Okay, I'll get you a copy when I get back."

Gao Shuang answered quite frankly, and explained: "Originally, this part was to be cut and put in the promotional video, so there is no trouble."

Murong Cheng nodded and said, "Okay."

Gao Shuang asked curiously, "Brother, what do you want this video for?"

Murong Cheng didn't directly answer Gao Shuang's question, but said, "I'll go back to the capital in two days, and I'll be safer with this thing."

Gao Shuang could probably guess what Murong Cheng was thinking, so he didn't ask any more questions.

In the evening, I went back to my room and exported all the original films of today.

He conveniently converted the two clear original films into a common format, put them on the hard drive and sent them to Murongcheng.

……

Capital
People get up earlier when they get older.

Uncle Xia wiped his face in the yard, and was about to carry the birdcage and take his own Xiao Hei to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the alley to buy two fried livers.

Before he went out, he received a call from Murong Cheng.

"teacher."

Uncle Xia heard Murong Cheng speak respectfully on the phone, and asked with a smile: "Murong, how is Xiao Shuang?"

He knew that Murong Cheng had gone to Gao Shuang's crew, so he asked casually.

Murong Cheng exclaimed on the phone: "It's amazing!"

"?!!"

Hearing this admiration, Uncle Xia paused for a moment with the hand that was teasing the bird.

Murong Cheng took this opportunity to play with Gao Shuang's crew, and prepared to train Gao Shuang carefully because he had communicated with him in advance.

That's why he started asking.

It's just that I didn't expect Murong Cheng to use the word "amazing".

Uncle Xia asked strangely: "What? This kid's talent in piano is so high that even you are surprised?"

Murong Cheng thought for a while and said, "Talent is only one aspect. To be honest, I don't think there is anything else to teach him other than urging him to practice the piano."

Uncle Xia has been paying attention to Gao Shuang, and he knows the speed of Gao Shuang's progress.

But to say that Gao Shuang's level of musical instruments can make Murong Cheng have nothing to teach him, I really don't believe it!
There is no one who can reach the stage of Emperor Qu who is not a genius.

And Murong Cheng is a genius among geniuses!

Genius is not terrible, what is terrible is that genius is still very hardworking.

Murong Cheng has almost never stopped training and studying the piano, even if he has already achieved fame, he has never slacked off.

Not everyone can be the president of the composer's union, professional skills must crush the crowd!

As for Gao Shuang...

This guy's talent is really awesome, but his temper is also really erratic.

Engage in pop music, engage in classical music, and even go to the symphony.

Movies, acting are all involved, and most of the time is spent on these trivial things.

As for musical instruments, he has learned all [-] kinds of weapons, such as electric guitar, suona, bass, it seems that there is nothing he can't do twice.

The piano category is one of the many things he has learned.

Although relying on the blessing of amazing talent, he can barely reach the performance level of the concert hall.

But no matter how optimistic the estimation is, it is impossible to believe that Gao Shuang can surpass Murong Cheng on the piano!
Because he practiced too little!
No matter how talented you are, there must be a limit, right?

Uncle Xia doubted in disbelief: "Impossible."

"I sent a video to your email, you can watch it later."

Murong Cheng said somewhat dispiritedly: "Originally, I wanted to use the opportunity of filming to give him a bad reputation, so that he could focus more on music, but in the blink of an eye, he was completely beaten in the face."

Uncle Xia was taken aback by Murong Cheng's "scaremongering", and subconsciously asked, "What video?"

Murong Cheng said: "Video of Gao Shuang playing the piano!"

"...I'll take a look first and then talk."

Uncle Xia replied noncommittally, and then asked, "When are you going back to the capital?"

Murong Cheng said: "I'll go back tomorrow, and I'll come back to Guangdong East after I finish my business."

"Okay, come back to my place."

Uncle Xia who hung up the phone gave up his love breakfast plan, turned around and went back to his room.

When I turned on the computer, I saw an email notification with a very large attachment.

Turn it on with the player, and Gao Shuang, dressed formally, sitting in front of the piano and preparing to play suddenly appeared on the computer screen.

"This kid, it's rare that he tidies himself up so energetically."

Uncle Xia chuckled and hit the play button.

The hustle and bustle of the piano came from the top-notch audio equipment, and immediately filled Uncle Xia's ears.

However, within a few beats of the sound, Uncle Xia frowned.

The originally somewhat casual eyes gradually became sharper.

Even the body sitting on the chair unconsciously leaned towards the screen.

This few minutes of video was studied over and over again by Uncle Xia for a whole day.

"Hiss! Is this the voice of post-production?"

"It doesn't look like fingering."

"However, playing in such a way of staggering back and forth, not to mention the chaotic sound, even the rhythm is impossible to be so stable."

"What a queer thing!"

"..."

"Old Xia! Old Xia! Come over for dinner."

It wasn't until Grandma Gao Shuang's shout came from the backyard that Uncle Xia woke up like a dream.

Uncle Xia, who couldn't figure out what was going on, felt unwilling, and walked out of his yard as if sleepwalking.

Until entering the courtyard of Gao Shuang's house, he still looked out of his mind.

Grandma Gao Shuang saw the strangeness of Mr. Xia at a glance, and asked strangely: "What's the matter?"

"A strange thing happened."

"Meet a ghost?"

"Meet your grandson..."

After eating two mouthfuls of food at Gao Shuang's house in a hurry, Mr. Xia couldn't wait to go home.

After dialing Murong Cheng's phone number, there was no nonsense, and he asked, "How did he do it?"

Murong Cheng had expected Uncle Xia's reaction a long time ago, and a few minutes later he sent Uncle Xia a complete video taken from the side.

This time the video is no longer just the movements of the hands, but also the feet.

After seeing this video, Uncle Xia's eyes almost popped out.

How could anyone pedal like that?

After watching the full video, Uncle Xia’s doubts did not diminish, but increased a bit: "This kind of playing technique requires too much coordination of hands and eyes, reaction speed and intonation."

Murong Cheng said: "When the tempo reaches about 180, basically you can only play by feeling. I suspect that Gao Shuang may have an absolute sense of music!"

"I didn't realize that this kid has such a strong sense of music before."

Uncle Xia felt that there was something wrong with his memory, and he said uncertainly: "I remember that he sang out of tune a long time ago..."

Murong Cheng coughed twice: "I shouldn't be out of tune. I was the judge of "The King of Masked Singer"."

Uncle Xia shook his head and said, "I don't really understand this kid anymore, too much has changed in the past year or so."

Murong Cheng didn't bother about Uncle Xia's judgment on Gao Shuang's past deeds, and said: "Actually, from the time I saw Gao Shuang play piano music at the Sakura Country's press conference, I knew that his playing skills are already very proficient. Yes. But when he plays music, he always gives people a mechanical and rigid feeling, with a strong craftsmanship."

Uncle Xia agreed: "Superb playing techniques can make his piano level rank among experts, but he cannot become a top pianist."

"You are too demanding of him, you know, Gao Shuang is the only one this year!"

Murong Cheng smiled wryly: "Even if I am at his age, my piano skills may not be able to reach his height."

Uncle Xia said with emotion: "Yes! This guy learns too much! With his talent, if he can concentrate on a musical instrument, he will win the championship long ago."

"It's not too late now."

Murong Cheng said: "Gao Shuang's understanding on the piano is really amazing. When I first arrived in Guangdong East, he was still groping for jazz creation, and his piano level was still far behind mine. But I don't know what happened yesterday. Time is completely reborn, and this piece of music pops up successfully."

"It's just a coincidence."

Uncle Xia watched the video carefully, and he didn't think highly of his way of completing the four-hand combo.

However, after reminiscing about Gao Shuang's performance, he narrowed his eyes and said: "It's a bit more spiritual in the performance technique, not as rigid as before."

Murong Cheng said: "With this video, there shouldn't be any twists and turns in the promotion of the quota for the Qushen Competition tomorrow."

Uncle Xia pressed the play button again, and said noncommittally, "I hope..."

(End of this chapter)