pianist from the sea

Chapter 32 Eavesdropping
Chen Yue, a girl who was in the same group as Jiang Ruijia before, was called up to practice by the teacher. She flipped through the music score in her hand and walked slowly in the corridor.

If you just look at it that way, she has the air of a literary girl very much.

It's just that what she reads is not a book, but a sheet music.

Like Fu Tiao, she didn't have permission to the piano room, so she could only wait outside to see if she could meet any acquaintances, and then went in to check out the piano room, or borrowed her student ID card to practice piano directly.

She walked layer by layer, looking at the music score in her hand, while looking out the window, trying to find familiar people.

It's just a pity that I haven't found it after searching for a long time.

But it's normal now. Basically, only some professional classes are still going on at this time, and everyone else is practicing the piano. It's normal for the piano room to be tense at this time.

She looked at the score in her hand, then at the stairs in front of her, and let out a slow breath.

"Sure enough, it's still too difficult to rub the piano room. I feel that not many people are willing to let me rub it. Unfortunately, at this point, it is almost impossible to get an empty piano room. Everyone will practice until ten o'clock."

After that, she shook her head, and continued to walk up slowly, until she reached the nineteenth floor.

Still the same as before, while flipping through the music score in his hand, he poked his head to see the situation inside the piano room.

All piano rooms are full, without exception.

And in these full piano rooms, there is no acquaintance.

"1905, no... 1904, no, the last three are still short, and we are going to the 20th floor, 1903... huh?"

She stopped at the door of 1903, and before she could look up into the house, she heard an extremely familiar voice.

Chopin's Polonaise in G minor.

She couldn't help but put her gaze in front of her, looking at the music score in her hand.

On the cover of the score, the same name is written.

Chopin Polonaise in G minor

This piece is also the piece she is going to practice, one of the five pieces she chose this week.

Hearing the same piece as her own, she couldn't help but stop, and instead of continuing to poke the door, she stood outside the piano room and listened carefully.

The piano room is not soundproof, or in other words, the sound insulation effect of the piano room is not good.

The soundproofing of this place only prevents you from hearing the sounds of other people around you while you practice, but once the sound outside becomes quieter, you can hear everything clearly.

And the reason why she became interested in the music in the door is because... this piece of music is not a particularly famous work.

It can even be said that this work is a relatively unpopular work, especially among countless Polonaises.

In addition, this work is very simple. If it is counted as a grade examination song, it may only look like a grade [-] or [-], which is very rare in the Haicheng Conservatory of Music full of great gods.

She was really curious why someone would choose the same work as her.

The sound of the piano is particularly clear, and everything in the music is extremely clear.

Whether it's rhythm or harmony.

All looked perfect.

It can even be said that this piece of music seems to have been played completely.

However, in the music she heard now, there was a very strange feeling, a feeling of budding.

It's like being born.

Obviously everything has reached perfection, but there is an inexplicable feeling that is not yet clear.

What is this feeling?
Chen Yue stood at the door and thought for a long time but couldn't find a definite answer.

2 minutes passed quickly, the last note fell, and the music stopped.

The people in the piano room seemed to be thinking about many things in the music. After about a minute, the music restarted again.

It is still as perfect as before, whether it is the rhythm and melody, or the harmony trend.

Everything that was written on the surface of the music has been done.

But this time, there are some places that are the same as before.

It is the feeling of being born before that is even stronger.

She felt that the hazy membrane was already very thin, and it seemed that it would not take long to pierce it.

Still rubbing on the side, trying to find the most accurate position.

What is that feeling in music?
Chen Yue didn't know why, she didn't want to practice the piano a little bit, she just wanted to stay at this door all the time, to listen to the Polonaise in G minor played by this unknown person in the room.

It's really interesting, every performance is a little bit different.

Musically different!
All the notes are the same, all the rhythms are the same, these are eternal.

However, there are very subtle differences in the strength of the music, the emotions in the music are constantly flowing, and even the speed is also adjusted, all of which seem to be looking for the most perfect angle to cut in.

3 minutes, this is the approximate time of this work.

1 minute, this is the time for Fu Tiao to think.

The details in the music have been achieved to the extreme, no matter how hard you search, you can't find the mistakes in the details.

Now only the last of that emotional feeling remains.

again.

twice.

three times.

Fu Tiao didn't know how many times he played it.

5 minutes……

Three 10 minutes...

One hour……

Time flies by.

Chen Yue stood there, listening to the music in the room, without moving for a long time.

She didn't know why she didn't continue to go to the piano room to practice the piano. Even if she queued up downstairs during these times, she might be able to line up to her own piano room.

But, she just didn't want to move, she wanted to keep listening.

Hear the end of the music!
Hear, the birth of that feeling!

Soon, soon.

Just a little bit to the last!

Finally, at about 09:30, the last music sounded.

when!
Chopin's Polonaise in G minor, the legendary Chopin's first work and the most regular work among Chopin's works, sounded at this moment.

Chen Yue stood at the door and listened. It seemed that in front of her was no longer the piano building of the Haicheng Conservatory of Music, but a country house.

In the room, a little boy with natural curly hair reached for the pedals with his feet, and ran his fingers quickly on the piano keyboard.

Countless people around were watching him with smiles, watching him clumsily displaying his very genius and creative first polonaise.

The fire in the room was boiling, the applause was roaring, and the man standing closest to the piano was flushed, as if full of excitement.

The child on the piano bench turned around, looked at him nervously and with a little expectation, and asked in a low voice.

"Dad, how is my performance of this first piece?"

"Not bad, not bad! My son will definitely become the world's number one pianist in the future!"

Chen Yue stood at the door blankly, she felt as if she heard the conversation between Chopin and his son, which seemed to imply the beginning of everything.

Inexplicably, her eyes were a little moist.

"Chen Yue! What are you doing standing there? It's already 09:30 and you still not leaving? The last bus will leave soon."

A voice awakened Chen Yue from the sluggishness standing at the door, she immediately wiped her eyes, looked at the classmate who came out of the piano room at some time, and smiled.

"Let's go, I'm coming."

She walked quickly towards her classmate, and after walking a few steps, she turned her head and looked towards 1903, as if she wanted to see who was in the room.

But in the end, the room just played again, and the performers did not come out of the room.

She couldn't help feeling a little lost, but she just turned around and continued walking towards her classmates, listening to her gossip with a smile, and was about to walk back to the dormitory.

At this moment, Fu Tiao was immersed in his own music and couldn't extricate himself. After continuous practice, he finally found a little bit of Chopin's feeling!

Or……

Among Polonaises in G minor, Chopin's feeling!

(End of this chapter)