Madam is a squeamish little crybaby, she needs to be pampered!

Chapter 36 Let’s play cotton

Shen Feiyin secretly marveled, she seemed to have missed [-] million!

"Gosh…"

Who would have thought that the person who handed her tissues at the toilet door just now was the internationally famous pianist, Yue Ting.

Not only did he become famous at a young age, he was also handsome.

He has won various awards for his excellent works. He is the second best in the industry and no one dares to be the first.

For such a strong man, his handsome appearance is just the most unworthy of mentioning.

By the way, he married young and had children at an early age, but no one in the outside world knew who Mrs. Yue was.

All I know is that he often takes his two sons to play in private and is a good and competent father.

Shen Feiyin sighed, no wonder he, a grown man, bluntly said that she was pregnant.

It's such a pity. Why didn't you have the foresight to recognize it was Yue Ting?
Shen Feiyin wished she could turn back time.

Her surprised and regretful look fell in Fang Min's eyes, and she thought that Shen Feiyin had been suppressed.

That's right, isn't she the most outstanding pianist in recent years?

I believe that in time, she will be the youngest recipient of the Laisheng Award, and she will be even better than Yue Ting!

She will stand beside Gu Jinghao as a palace-level pianist.

She didn't seem to notice the evil in Fang Min's eyes.

The interview session came soon after the audience, and the performers on the stage answered the reporters' questions one by one in order.

Shen Feiyin looked at the sharp questions asked by other colleagues. Why didn't she think of those questions?
Taking notes silently, it soon came time for Shen Feiyin to ask questions.

She quietly cheered herself up and stood up with a smile. Min Min on the stage took the phone and slightly raised the corners of her lips.

His eyebrows were filled with contempt. After planning for so long, he finally waited for this day.

The host Q came to Shen Feiyin, "Now let's ask reporter Shen from our city TV station to ask, Miss Fang, are you ready?"

On the stage, Min made gestures with his forehead and behaved dignifiedly.

The host made a gesture, and Shen Feiyin stood up. After finishing her remarks, she asked the first question.

"Miss Fang, the style of this "Love Song" is bold and innovative. Under what circumstances did you compose it?"

Her voice is nice and the questions she asks are standard in the industry.

Fang Min pursed her lips and looked at Shen Feiyin with embarrassment, "I was inspired by "Love Song" under the care of my boyfriend when we enjoyed the snow scene together and talked around the fire at night."

"It's just that when we were in Italy, I wrote it after returning home." Fang Min's deep eyes fell on Shen Feiyin.

After she finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion in the studio.

"What? Miss Fang has a boyfriend?"

"I can almost imagine that kind of romantic scene. We really have a wall with the musicians..."

……

Listening to the discussion, someone directly mentioned Gu Jinghao's name.

There was a hint of teasing on Fang Min's face, but Shen Feiyin didn't understand what she meant.

Could it be that the boyfriend Fang Min mentioned was the uncle?
Shen Feiyin's heart beat faster subconsciously. The uncle was talking about now. There was no guarantee that the two of them had never been together before.

She was filled with sadness for a moment.

Fang Min naturally caught the panic that flashed quickly in Shen Feiyin's eyes and wanted to fight her.

None of the ten Shen Feiyins are opponents!

The surrounding environment became quiet, and everyone was waiting for Shen Feiyin's next question.Fang Min's charming eyes moved slightly, and Shen Feiyin tightened her grip on the microphone, "When playing the piano, who do you think is more important, technique or artistry?"

She prepared enough questions, even worried that Fang Min would not cooperate, so she deliberately deleted many tricky and difficult questions to answer.

Listening to Shen Feiyin's question, the corners of Fang Min's mouth raised even more.

But with such little ability, what are the problems?

"I have played the piano since I was a child. All I can say about technique is talent. And my works have a strong artistic quality from the time I created the first piano piece."

After saying that, Fang Min stood proudly.

Shen Feiyin is a poor reporter who has never even attended a serious music training class. Why talk about artistry with her?
"By the way, I think as far as art is concerned, even if I say it, you probably don't understand it very well."

With this in mind, Fang Min picked up the phone and added.

The reporters sitting next to Shen Feiyin murmured: It's true, we really can't force discussions about art.

Is this question a no brainer?

Not only did he have to face Fang Min's cold eyes, but his colleagues also began to ridicule him.

Shen Feiyin's nervous palms were sweating. She had done a lot of homework. Regarding the issue of artistry, there may not be relevant performers in China to discuss it.

However, in top music halls, there are performers who have responded specifically, and even gained a lot of attention because of it.

Shen Feiyin felt that if Fang Min talked about it properly, this would undoubtedly become breaking news.

Even if she answers in depth, the fragments will be intercepted by relevant scholars.

Shen Feiyin didn't understand what she had done wrong.

"It's really difficult to answer art, but here are all people who understand art..." The host took over the words on the stage and wanted to warm up.

Shen Feiyin flipped through the cards in her hand, choosing the next topic.

"Humph."

At this time, a cold snort came from the stage, which was particularly ear-catching in the already silent hall.

Everyone looked at the stage curiously.

I saw the corner of Yue Ting's mouth curled up in mockery. Why is he so disgusted with people who pretend to be pretentious?
The host's eyes lit up when he saw that Yue Ting, who had always been silent and cold, actually made a voice.

"It seems that our veteran performer Mr. Yue is very interested in this issue?"

Fang Min frowned as he spoke.

She was ready to continue to make things difficult for Shen Feiyin. Why was Yue Ting meddling in her business?
The bosses all spoke, and Shen Feiyin stopped what she was doing.

Taking the microphone from the host, Yue Ting looked at the audience with a smile, "I think art is easy to talk about."

"Ever since I composed my first piano piece, "Monster," I have felt that art is about using music to express inner thoughts and the height of the story."

"For example, "Monster" briefly describes the love between young girls, their deep love for each other, and their disgust with each other, as well as the sadness at the end of the tune. These emotional turns and even the ending are all expressions of countless people in real life. tragic love story."

"Isn't this art?"

Yue Ting's voice is mellow and deep, and through his handsome and unique appearance, people can't help but be immersed in it, as if they are really being brought into the music.

I realized the charm of "Monster".

After he finished speaking, his eyes glanced at Fang Min beside him, "For pianists, art is a very precious thing."

"If the work has no artistic quality at all, I don't think there is any need to play the piano. It is better to play cotton."

Yue Ting's words behind him were very meaningful. Fang Min clenched his fists, not understanding what he meant.

(End of this chapter)