If Brosnan's music was like flowing mercury, then Chen Guang's music was like a natural spring rain.
If Brosnan's music was like dancing elves, then Chen Guang's music was like an angel flying out of the gate of heaven.
Brosnan's blues was a beautiful painting for the audience in the cafe, but what Chen Guang played, which was composed by the Heavenly Holy Grail and performed by the NPCs in the world in the cup, opened a holy door to perfection for the audience.
To humans, there would never be a truly perfect music, because humans were always striving for something better.
In the human mind, perfection was something that everyone wanted to achieve, but it was impossible for them to achieve it.
However, for Chen Guang and the Heavenly Holy Grail, what he played might not be perfect in the Endless Realm of the Gods, but from the perspective and level of humans, there was really nothing to nitpick about.
The incomparably beautiful music shot out of Chen Guang's fingertips and lingered in the cafe.
There was a saying that lingered for three days without ending. Although it was an imaginary saying, it actually referred to the fact that the music was so beautiful that people could not help but repeat it repeatedly in their minds.
At this moment, the music that Chen Guang played had such an effect. It penetrated the eardrums and struck people's hearts, leaving a mark in the depths of their souls.
Of course, although the music created by the Heavenly Holy Grail was perfect, only Chen Guang was able to perform it.
No matter how great a master he was, no matter how much he practiced during the performance, it would be impossible for him to be as perfect as Chen Guang.
Even if there was a difference of less than 0.001 second in any of the seemingly minor notes, it would become a flaw in the entire performance process, and it would be infinitely magnified in the ears of those who understood music, thus affecting the performance of the entire piece.
Just like Da Vinci's paintings, every masterpiece contained the inevitability of Da Vinci's artistic achievements, as well as the serendipity of his creative inspiration.
Da Vinci had perfectly combined the two elements of inevitability and serendipity, resulting in an artistic chemical reaction that changed quantity to quality. Only then did he become a true masterpiece.
On such a piece of work, even the slightest mistake that seemed insignificant, or even the size of a strand of hair, would become an unforgettable flaw.
Asking others to perform Chen Guang's piece would always depend on the actual performance effects brought about by individual differences.
Everyone's talent was different. The length of the fingers, dexterity, and the speed at which the brain analyzed the music score would all be different. Therefore, the rhythm in which they hit the keys would also be different. Even the personality of the pianist would affect the music they played. This was also the reason why many piano artists would have different styles when they played the same piece.
However, performing the "piece" of the Heavenly Holy Grail did not require any personal style, only a complete and accurate reproduction of the original sound.
Because the piece itself was too perfect, any individual's performance would be superfluous. As long as the piece was restored to its original state, it would be the highest artistic achievement.
In the whole world, Chen Guang was the only one who could reproduce the original sound.
In terms of musical creativity, Chen Guang was almost a zero, but in terms of piano performance, as a humanoid jukebox, no one would dare to say that they were the best in history.
What artistic talent? What's the use of that? What I pursue is accuracy!
In a blur, the expressions of the people in the cafe changed from anger and confusion to unknowingly intoxicated.
The same was true for Brosnan, who was standing behind Chen Guang. Although he had said that anyone could go on stage and perform, he had already chosen someone in his heart.
It was just that Chen Guang pretended to be blind and went on stage directly, catching him off guard. By the time he wanted to stop him, Chen Guang had already sat on the stool and started playing.
Brosnan was very calm at first, but when he heard that Chen Guang's performance was different from his own and the film's original sound, he felt very disdainful at first, thinking that this blind man was too confident.
Do you think anyone is qualified to adapt Año's work?
Do you know what you're doing?
But before he could finish mocking Chen Guang in his heart, when Chen Guang's second note came out, he was instantly stunned, and then an unimaginable thought came to his mind.
What's going on?
It seems like … his adaptation is better than mine and Malfoy's?
How is that possible?
This is music, this is art!
How can I have such a feeling after listening to it for only a few seconds?
An artistic achievement is not a 100-meter race. How can it be so easy to judge whether it's good or bad?
I must have been hallucinating just now!
Once again, Brosnan focused his mind and worked even harder to comprehend the movement that Chen Guang had performed.
His own artistic achievement could be considered the highest in the café at that time. When he was fully immersed in it, he was completely intoxicated in it in an instant, standing still like a wax figure in Madame Tussauds' wax museum.
In a trance, he felt that he was vaguely wandering in the sea of music, unable to extricate himself.
Each note played by Chen Guang was like a stunning brush stroke on a canvas, forming a picture in front of Brosnan, pulling him into it.
These notes were like bricks, building one beautiful building after another around him, making him feel like he was in a quiet castle, and then he felt like he was in a Munich factory with roaring machines, and then he felt like he was standing in front of the Louvre and looking up.
Vaguely, the picture changed again, and Brosnan's memory was pulled back to his childhood.
Looking around, the eyes of the 61-year-old Brosnan were filled with the back of his 16-year-old self.
He seemed to have returned to the campus full of fragrant camphor trees, walking side by side with Vilina on a path sprinkled with dried yellow leaves. With every step he took, he could hear the rustling sound of the fallen leaves being stepped on.
Vilina was also using her oriole-like voice to sketch out a beautiful future for the two of them.
The soothing and melodious blues completely dragged the old man named Brosnan into a whirlpool of memories, sinking deeper and deeper until even his soul was about to be swallowed.
When the music gradually stopped, Brosnan came back to himself after a long time. When he touched his face, he found that it was wet with tears.
Vilina had been dead for almost ten years, and the lilacs in front of her grave had been replaced 20 times.
He looked around again and saw that the hundreds of people in the large café were also in the same situation.
Everyone's face was covered with tears. Even the strong men who played ice hockey also had tears in their eyes.
Chen Guang, who was disguised as a blind man, stood up. A middle-aged black man next to him hurriedly stood up and pushed his chair to Chen Guang. "Sir, please sit down."
Chen Guang did not stand on ceremony with him. He sat down calmly.
If he had only shown an ordinary level of strength, Brosnan's fans in the café would not have been so impressed by him and respected him so much.
However, what Chen Guang had brought out was a perfect adaptation from the World in Cups, which was the most perfect tune in the truest sense.
Although piano performance in the general sense could not be judged easily, the level that Chen Guang had shown was so high that it would become an eternal classic that would transcend time!
The strength that he displayed was so overwhelming that many people present, like Brosnan, quickly had the thought that his adaptation was better than the others'.
However, others did not know that this was the result of the Heavenly Holy Grail. They just thought that it was Chen Guang's adaptation and creation. People's admiration for him instantly rose to another level and realm.
People slowly turned their eyes to Brosnan and could not help but sympathize with this famous jazz master. This was supposed to be his stage. How could such a blind master appear out of nowhere?
The five-member punk band that had "forced" Chen Guang onto the stage was now extremely embarrassed.
If this blind master had only walked onto the stage by himself, Mr. Brosnan would not have been too embarrassed. However, it was precisely because of the provocation of these people that Mr. Brosnan had said in public that he thought Mr. Brosnan was just talking nonsense.
Previously, they had thought that Mr. Brosnan was ignorant, but now they knew that Mr. Brosnan was the real deal. What he had said was right!
This was f * cking embarrassing. Wasn't this putting Mr. Brosnan on a fire?
Mr. Brosnan seemed to be kind, but he was actually arrogant, which was known to almost everyone in the European and American music circles.
What would he do now?
After this matter is over, will he bear a grudge against us for making things difficult for him?
Finally, under the gaze of the crowd, Brosnan lit a cigar and took a deep puff.
He then turned to Chen Guang and suddenly bowed. "Thank you, sir, for letting me hear such a wonderful piece of music. Thank you for teaching me a lesson, sir. Never underestimate others!"
Someone secretly added to Brosnan's words, "Never underestimate a person with physical defects. God knows whether a blind person's hearing is particularly terrifying, and God knows whether a deaf person is Beethoven!"
Chen Guang, who had successfully shown off, was also in a good mood. Sitting on a chair, he nodded at Brosnan in a manner that was full of seniority. "Mr. Brosnan, you're too polite. You're also very outstanding."
"Thank you for your compliment, sir! May I know your name? "
Chen Guang thought for a moment. "Just call me Blake."
While speaking, he did not deviate from his world-class acting skills. Instead, he made his behavior and tone seem like a real blind master.
Brosnan said again, "Okay, Mr. Blake!"
Chen Guang nodded slightly. "Now, shall we play the next piece?"
Brosnan nodded. "Sorry, I need to take a puff or two to calm down."
After he comfortably took two puffs of his cigar, he suddenly realized something. "Aren't I just like Jerry in the movie?"
The crowd burst into laughter.
Brosnan blushed. "I'm not as good as Mr. Jerry Morton, but Mr. Blake, you …"
Chen Guang interrupted him. "I'm not 1900. I'm standing on the land of Princeton, and I won't drown in the sea."
The crowd in the cafe laughed again.
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