Amidst the roaring cheers of the audience.
Su Yu arrived at the center of the stage.
The deafening shouts of "Listen to the rain, go!" filled his ears.
In the audience, the sky-blue support lights dedicated to him flickered like stars, emitting a captivating glow. Da Feng Novel Network.
*Snap!*
The stage lights went out.
The audience's cheers did not cease; instead, they grew even more fervent.
After about a minute.
A spotlight descended, illuminating a vintage decoration on the left side of the stage, exuding a distinct French charm.
Under the spotlight, Su Yu had changed into a deep yellow vintage suit. He sat before a vintage piano, his long fingers resting lightly on the keys.
*Whoosh!!*
Upon seeing Su Yu's attire and the stage decor, the audience erupted into excited screams and cheers once more!
Amidst the clamor.
The song information appeared on the large screen.
"The Greatest Work"
Performed by: Listen to the Rain
Lyrics by: Listen to the Rain
Music by: Listen to the Rain
The moment the song title was revealed.
The cheers of the audience gradually subsided.
"The Greatest Work, that song title is so audacious!"
"As expected of Listen to the Rain, even his song titles are this bold!"
"Damn, this song title is amazing, I've got goosebumps!"
"How dare he, he hasn't even reached the pinnacle yet and he's using a title like this?"
The title was indeed a bit over the top.
However, given Listen to the Rain's performances on the world stage, his boldness was already well-established.
Although some audience members felt the title was inappropriate, they couldn't find any grounds to object.
"The Greatest Work..." A complex expression flickered in Shawn's eyes—surprise, doubt, and admiration. He had always been proud, but he knew that even someone as proud as himself wouldn't dare use such a title.
Everyone has a tendency to compare. By using the words "the greatest," the standard of judgment had already shifted.
"As expected of Brother Yu, this song title is simply too domineering!" Gong Juren raised his support sign, his face beaming with excitement.
"Based on my understanding of Xiao Yu, his song titles don't carry this literal meaning," Mo Yan shook his head.
Although Su Yu had always appeared dominant on the world stage, Mo Yan understood him well and knew that his personality wasn't one that sought ostentation.
The song title must have another meaning.
The noisy discussions did not affect Su Yu on stage.
He knew that the audacious song title would undoubtedly spark debate, even disgust, among many.
But those were not things he needed to concern himself with.
His task was to present this song to everyone with absolute perfection.
With that thought, Su Yu lowered his gaze slightly, took a deep breath, and his long fingers began to dance across the keys.
Instantly, a series of incredibly beautiful melodies filled the air!
Causing the audience's discussions to gradually cease.
The crisp notes of the piano were like dancing sprites.
Flowing like a gentle stream, or like stars traversing the night sky.
A sense of time's passage accompanied the music, spreading throughout the venue.
As the piano melody grew stronger and more powerful, the rhythm became increasingly rapid, as if breaking through the barriers of time at a certain moment, followed by the entrance of drumbeats in accompaniment with the strings.
A musical style distinctly characteristic of Listen to the Rain finally drew the audience's focus away from the audacious song title, allowing them to immerse themselves completely in the music.
"Brother dressed in vintage suit,
With cane in hand, playing a magical movement,
Strolling through the Champs-Élysées,
Time renewed by the years,
An empire with no visible boundary,
A throne built with musical notes,
I traverse through time with my piano keys, missing the immortality of 1920..."
It was that familiar flavor.
When the signature Listen to the Rain-style rap began,
Many fans couldn't help but sway to the rhythm.
Listen to the Rain's rap was an enjoyment, a sensory pleasure derived from rhythm and melody.
It lacked the explosive energy of rock, nor the leisurely ease of folk, but its unhurried rhythm and clear enunciation gave it a strong personal signature.
On stage, Su Yu's fingers flew across the piano keys, bathed in a single spotlight. His vintage look, retro suit, and classical piano evoked a sense of gentle solitude.
"Ah, paranoia is that Magritte,
Whose apple I conjured,
Am I the surreal one,
Or the clown he originally wanted to paint,
A pipe that isn't a pipe,
The pigeons on his face haven't flown away,
Please remember,
He is a painter, not a bartender..."
As the performance continued,
The song's meaning gradually unfolded.
Audience members with a deep appreciation for art realized that the lyrics were not conveying what they initially thought.
Through the description of the surrealist painter Magritte in these lines, the core of the entire song began to reveal itself!
"Whose surrealist mustache inspired Dali?
Bent spoons lending inspiration, no need to return,
Are the melting wall clocks or cheese,
Lobster phones ringing, you don't answer me..."
In the audience.
Milo and several other master painters stared in shock at the lyrics translation displayed on the big screen.
They never imagined that within just a few lines of lyrics, two renowned painters from the art world had already been mentioned.
No, they should be called artists!
The paintings of artists like Magritte were already invaluable artistic treasures, and it seemed the audience had misunderstood Listen to the Rain's song title.
He wasn't proclaiming his song to be the greatest work, but rather paying tribute to the greatest works of those artists.
The greatest art!
"So that's what it means!" Mo Yan's eyebrows shot up as he spoke with surprise.
"Teacher, what do you mean?" Shen Jinghong hadn't quite grasped it.
"He is using those masters' representative works to pay homage to art, to the greatest art!" Mo Yan explained with a smile.
Shen Jinghong nodded as if understanding, he could hear the artists mentioned in the song but wasn't very familiar with the artists' famous works.
"Wandering is the most free and unrestrained ink wash among secular paintings,
The elegant legs of the flower are a stroke in this universe's brush,
Nostalgia carried across the ocean is planted in a void of tenderness,
Only on lonely branches can grow, the flowers Sanyu desired..."
In the audience, Sanyu, who had been wearing a smile, suddenly looked astonished.
As a Chinese person, he understood the meaning of the lyrics without needing a translation.
He never expected that Listen to the Rain's lyrics would include him, and that they would so vividly capture his experiences and preferences!
Ink painting had not received much recognition on the world stage, a reason attributed to cultural export.
People believed that the artistic concepts of the East and West could not be fused.
However, Sanyu held his own conviction, using a brush to paint in a Western style.
He moved between Eastern and Western styles, aspiring to merge them.
His current fame was accumulated from the solitary act of painting numerous works in the past.
"Listen to the Rain understands me!" Sanyu's eyes welled up.
As if he had found a kindred spirit.
Milo and the other master painters also realized what was happening.
Immediately, they were consumed by envy!
Listen to the Rain had written about Sanyu!
Why didn't he write about them!
Even Milo and others, who had become master painters, couldn't suppress their envious hearts!