Open the Journal: I Drove a Helicopter

The one sitting there is precisely Cui Boyuan who is about to play Guqin music.

"President Cui's guqin is truly unique!"

"Yeah, this is the only time we can hear President Cui's piano."

"To tell you the truth, I've been looking forward to this song for a long time."

"Listening to President Cui's music can cleanse the soul, it is really a kind of spiritual enjoyment!"

Soon, the piano sounded.

All the people present consciously shut their mouths and listened carefully to the words of their own lives coming from the stage.

Not long after, they were all brought in.

The sound of the piano is melodious, continuous and fascinating.

It's like being there.

Even Lin Chen couldn't help closing his eyes.

He copied Cui Boyuan's guqin skills, so he can naturally feel the emotions conveyed in it, and he can also resonate with it.

The whole piece of this piece shows the noble character of pure white plum blossoms, proud snow and frost.

This song is a tribute to people with noble morals through the characteristics of plum blossoms such as whiteness, fragrance and cold resistance.

At the same time, the structure adopts the method of cyclical reproduction, repeating the whole theme three times, and each repetition uses the harmonic playing method, so it is called plum blossom three lanes.

Cui Boyuan's perfect guqin interpretation skills perfectly presented this piece of music.

Worthy of being a guqin master.

Lin Chen secretly sighed in his heart.

Let it go.

The whole hall once again burst into applause like landslides.

"President Cui, you are worthy of being a grand master, he is truly the number one person in our Chinese music industry!"

"When I closed my eyes just now, I seemed to feel the noble and aloof character of Xuedi Hanmei. It's really touching!"

"Yeah, isn't this piece of music that praises most of the artists we present?"

"Speaking of which, President Cui is really well-intentioned!"

Lin Chen also had some respect for Cui Boyuan.

Although he copied Cui Boyuan's guqin skills, even if it was him, he couldn't guarantee that he could play such a perfect effect.

After all, Cui Boyuan has decades of qualifications that he does not have.

Even if there is a system bonus, if you haven't experienced it yourself, it's just different.

After playing, Cui Boyuan stood up slowly and bowed to the audience.

"Thank you for the applause!"

Later, some staff members came up, carried Cui Boyuan's guqin down, and replaced it with a violin.

"Next, please enjoy the violin performance of Grandmaster Zhang Xian!" =

As soon as the voice fell, a female staff member from the audience suddenly came onto the stage in a hurry.

"President Cui, it's not good, Grandmaster Zhang fainted suddenly just now?"

"What?" Cui Boyuan's complexion changed drastically, "When did this happen? Why did you only notify now?"

The female staff member said: "Just a few minutes ago, we just dealt with it."

"Has an ambulance been called?"

"called."

"I see, you go down first."

Cui Boyuan frowned.

Afterwards, he said a few dragging words, then turned off the microphone and went backstage.

At this time, when such an unexpected situation occurred, he was caught off guard and didn't know how to deal with it.

For a moment, the audience in the audience looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what happened.

Lin Chen also noticed his emotions.

After thinking about it, he still got up from his seat and went backstage.

After all, he also copied Cui Boyuan's skills. If he really encountered any difficulties, Lin Chen would still help if he could.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered, he saw Cui Boyuan sitting beside him with a sad face.

Lin Chen paused, walked to sit beside him.

"President Cui, what happened?"

Hearing this, Cui Boyuan raised his eyelids to look at him, then sighed again.

"Just received the news that Grandmaster Zhang Xian suddenly fainted and is now on his way to the hospital."

"I don't know if Grandmaster Zhang is okay. The current mess is enough for me to worry about."

"Master Zhang?"

Lin Chen knew this person.

He had copied his violin skills before.

Lin Chen probably understood that just now he announced that Grandmaster Zhang Xian would perform the violin, but now Grandmaster Zhang Xian went to the hospital.

No one is acting.

"Can't we just cancel this show?" Lin Chen asked.

Cui Boyuan shook his head: "It's definitely not possible here."

Lin Chen was silent for a few seconds, then asked again: "Then what about another person playing?"

Cui Boyuan sighed again: "I have considered everything you think about."

"There is only one violin master in China, so it would be impossible to replace it with another person. The artists in the audience are not laymen, they only recognize the master."

"Except for Zhang Xian, no one can shock them."

Furthermore, those who came to participate in this art award mainly wanted to see the demeanor of the master.

If it was someone else, even if it was a master level, it would cause dissatisfaction among the audience.

Cui Boyuan paused, then continued: "In recent years, the Art Association has always been more inclined to

Artists in the painting and music worlds are already somewhat uncomfortable. "

"The purpose of holding this art award this time is to ease the relationship between the two, but now"

For a while, Cui Boyuan was very worried.

Lin Chen was silent for a moment, and finally made a decision.

"President, why don't I go!"

Hearing this, Cui Boyuan froze for a moment, then looked at Lin Chen.

"You go? You play the violin?"

Cui Boyuan was a little uncertain, he thought he had heard it wrong.

Isn't Lin Chen a master of both Chinese painting and oil painting?

Could it be that he can play the violin?

As soon as this idea came up, it was rejected by Cui Boyuan.

After all, this is really unbelievable.

The double master is already defying the sky, if there is another one, those guys outside will not go crazy.

But at this time, Lin Chen nodded and said firmly, "I can do it, don't worry."

The violin is different from the guqin, it is mainly a technical thing.

He thought he could still do it.