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Chapter 130 This stuff, he is good at it (fourth update, please subscribe)
Lin Xuan hadn't spoken yet, but the audience who were watching the live broadcast became excited.

Seeing Xiao Yu questioning Lin Xuan's words, especially Lin Xuan's fans, was extremely angry.

"Where did this curly guy come from?"

"Dogs look down on people, and actually question Brother Xuan's inability to write?"

"I'm so pissed off, what does this guy mean by Brother Xuan plagiarized "Snow Dream"?"

"Where did the mad dog come from, it's biting people!"

"Brother Xuan's talent is not something you, a local turtle who just returned to China, can know."

"Laughing to death. Just because you are worthy of questioning Brother Xuan?"

"..."

In fact, only Lin Xuan himself knew that this guy's eyes were indeed very vicious, and he could judge from his temperament, fingers and other details that he was basically impossible to be a pianist.

It's a pity... Xiao Yu miscalculated a bit.

He, Lin Xuan, cannot be judged by common sense.

"How dare you answer?"

At this moment, Xiao Yu's aura was getting stronger and stronger, and he was sure that Lin Xuan in front of him was a counterfeit.

His eyes are rulers!Absolutely no misjudgment!

Zhao Lingfeng finally couldn't help it, and shouted angrily: "Xiao Yu, don't go too far! Although you grew up in Europe and the United States, you must remember that the blood of your Chinese ancestors is shed in your bones! What do you mean by being so foreign and fawning?
What does it mean that it will take another few decades for Huaxia to write "Snow Dream"?What is "Snow Dream" is very similar to "Snow Fairy at Night"?What do you mean Lin Xuan's hands are not suitable for playing the piano?If you don't explain to me honestly today, you won't be able to step through this door! "

To be able to stand at the height of Zhao Lingfeng, how many people are vegetarians?

Say something.

The originally dignified atmosphere became even more depressing.

On the contrary, Xiao Yu glanced at him indifferently, took out the mobile phone from his body, and then typed something on it. After about ten seconds, he calmly said: "Everyone and the audience friends who are watching the live broadcast, you can listen to the song " Snow Spirits at Night."

As soon as he finished speaking, a piano piece wafted out from his phone.

"Ok?"

After listening for a few seconds, Lin Xuan showed a strange expression.

Because the piano piece played by Xiao Yu is really similar to "Snow Dream".The same softness, the same slowness, the same beauty and sound.

But soon he was relieved. Although the two songs sound similar, the artistic conception is completely different. If "Snow Dream" brings you a vibrant dream world after winter, then "Snow Fairy at Night" "is full of emptiness and depression, and the strong sense of loneliness seems to overwhelm the soul.

But it is difficult for ordinary audiences to discern this artistic conception.

In the live broadcast room, there were indeed many barrage popping up:
"Huh? It really looks alike."

"Yeah, it sounds about the same."

"It's not really plagiarism, is it?"

"do not know."

"..."

Zhao Lingfeng sneered again and again: "Xiao Yu, you are also a piano composer, do you think this is plagiarism? What a joke! The moods of the two are completely different. "Snow Dream" is called "Sweet Dream" and "Love Dream" by netizens. "Dream", "Dream of Hope", but "Snow Elf of the Night" is recognized as "Blood Elf of the Night". This can explain the difference between the two. If you still think it is plagiarism, is it as long as it belongs to 88 Can the melody range of a piano key be defined as plagiarism?"

Xiao Yu said lightly: "Whether it is plagiarism or not, the world has its own opinion. I just played "Snow Fairy at Night" so that everyone has a standard for judging."

Zhao Lingfeng narrowed his eyes: "You are deliberately confusing the public. Give me a try to copy something with a different artistic conception?"

"Ah."

Xiao Yu couldn't deny it: "What if the artistic conception is different? Many times, a composer only needs to change the melody a little, and the artistic conception of a piano piece will be completely changed."

Zhao Lingfeng's blood surged up.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly: "Mr. Zhao, thank you. Since he is targeting me, let me say a few words."

And this moment.

The host couldn't get in the conversation at all, so he could only try his best to gesture to the staff in the audience, asking what to do next.

But soon the voice of the person in charge came from her headset: "The piano symposium is to let everyone relax and communicate. As long as they don't fight, let them play their best!"

Only in this way can there be news breaking points and ratings.

What's the point if it's just a boring symposium where each other praises each other?
Young people, you should be more radical.

Let them play?

The host was taken aback and had to stand aside.

Lin Xuan stood up and walked to Xiao Yu's side, with a faint smile on his face: "Mr. Xiao, right? Do you think my "Snow Dream" is plagiarized?"

Xiao Yu shook his head: "Mr. Lin, I didn't say that, I just think the two resemble each other."

Lin Xuan: "Why are you so sure that China's pianist level is not good? If not, you should continue to study abroad. Why do you still come to China? Isn't this self-sacrificing? Could it be that you want to I have dedicated my whole life to the Chinese piano industry? But your performance is not like it. Then there is only one possibility: you think that our local Chinese people are stupid and sweet, so you come here to make money, right?"

"You! Nonsense!"

Xiao Yu's calm expression suddenly turned red.

Lin Xuan smiled and said, "Is it nonsense, you know it in your heart."

Xiao Yu's breathing became short of breath, but soon he calmed down and said with a sneer, "You want to provoke me?"

Lin Xuan shook his head.

"This method is too low."

Xiao Yu sneered, but soon his heart moved slightly, and a thought flashed in his mind: "Actually, you don't need to provoke me like this. Isn't this a piano symposium today? So how high our level is, we only need to move one Come over and play the piano, and you can tell how good it is at a glance. Mr. Lin, don’t you think so?”

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Xiao Yu's face glowed again: "It's very simple, we are both participating in the Huaxia Piano Symposium for the first time, and we are both piano composers. Since this is the case, we should get to know each other better. So I suggest, We can take this opportunity to exchange compositions with each other."

Exchange composition?

Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, "How to communicate?"

Xiao Yu showed a confident smile: "As a piano composer, improvisation is the basic practice. So everyone can give each other a topic, and then improvise a melody on the piano according to the topic. In this way, the level of our composition You can tell at a glance. Do you dare to promise?"

Lin Xuan understood.

It's just a question on the spot...

He almost laughed out loud, he is good at this stuff.

　Today's four changes are over!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)