pianist from the sea

Chapter 50

Chen Yue took Jiang Ruijia and slipped out quietly, no one noticed them.

At this moment, everyone in the room focused their attention on Shan Yi in the center and Fu Tiao on the stage.

They are waiting for the evaluation of Shan Yi, and they want to see what kind of evaluation Shan Yi will have on the works that have almost no major defects at this moment?
Shan Yi rubbed his chin, suddenly smiled, and asked Fu Tiao.

"How long have you practiced this piece?"

"It didn't take long, just practiced within half an hour."

Fu Tiao replied honestly. The other teachers and professors around were all stunned. They never expected such an answer?
According to their teaching habits, even for the top students, it would take them more than a whole day to memorize this work completely... not including the follow-up modification!

Then you actually practiced this piece directly in less than half an hour?

Are you kidding me?
Seeing that the expressions of the teachers around him were wrong, He Shen immediately coughed twice, attracting everyone's attention, and said with a frown.

"Fu Tiao, don't pretend, tell me honestly, how long did it take you to practice this piece! Be real and accurate!"

"True and accurate?"

Fu Tiao was stunned, tilted his head and thought for a while, then hesitated.

"Well, around the beginning of April, I listened to it several times in the qualifiers of the Chopin International Piano Competition. When I was collecting information on Chopin two or three days ago, I spent a few minutes going through the general experience of this piece. Again, and then Teacher Shan Yi’s speech just now gave me a chance to reorganize this piece of work. In addition, I followed what Teacher He Shen said in the background, while watching the music score, I kept listening to various other works pianist's playing, these times add up..."

"It should be about the same, five or six hours?"

Fu Tiao was a little bit hesitant to speak, and his voice was much lower.

Because he always felt that the expressions of so many teachers in front of him were not particularly good, and even many teachers' eyes were red.

Shouldn't it?Isn't everyone practicing the piano so short?

And the duration of this piece is not too long, only about six or seven minutes...

Even if you are sight-reading, you should be able to sight-read this work, right?
Fu Tiao's brain ran through the information quickly, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what these people were thinking.

Fu Diao he completely forgot an important message.

It is the teachers and professors in these conservatories. If they are asked to directly sight-play a new work, there is actually no problem. After all, everyone is old-fashioned. In that place, they definitely didn't have much problem with sight-reading.

But the problem now is... Fu Tiao's performance is not comparable to sight-reading!

One of the most important problems brought about by sight-reading is that the details are not in place.

After all, if you look at the music score and play it, you may only have a second or two to react. No matter how awesome you are, it is impossible to process this piece of work into what Fu Tiao is now in a second or two. .

Even Lang Liangyue himself said that if it is those works that he has never played before, and the works are particularly difficult, if he wants to perfect these works, he will definitely not be able to play them by sight-reading for the first time. .

The two groups were not on the same line at all, and the scene was extremely quiet for a while, only the expression of Shan Yi standing at the front remained unchanged.

He looked at Fu Tiao calmly, smiled gently, and asked.

"So... is the current state of this piece the best you can achieve? If, if I give you another hour or a day, let you play it again for me tomorrow night, can you still Play better?"

"do not know……"

"Huh? Don't know? Why don't you know?"

"Because my current accumulation can only go to this place."

Fu Tiao's expression remained the same, as if he was describing a very ordinary thing.

"My accumulation of music can only help me get to where I am now. If I continue to move forward a little bit, it should be to a greater extent that I need to receive some new inspiration. Otherwise... the music will only become More proficiency, not a qualitative change."

"Is that so..."

Shan Yi nodded, stepped onto the stage, took the sheet music from the people around him, looked at Fu Tiao's side, and said.

"When you were playing, what were you thinking?"

"Chopin."

"What scene?"

"On a night of heavy rain, I was sick and tired."

"What else? Only these?"

"Praying for the rainstorm to stop suddenly failed, and my heart became more sad."

"Well... for your current state, our teaching should not continue to think about the large skeleton, but should focus on the details of the music, the use of some power and the direction of the music Above, some details that you are particularly easy to lose need to pay attention to..."

Shan Yi held the music score and said to Fu Tiao: "So, play it again, start early and finish early, it's getting late now! We will finish the details of this work within an hour!"

"it is good!"

Fu Diao didn't hesitate at all, since it's a unilateral request, just follow it!

He squatted on the piano again, using the weight of his body to push out the first note.

The timbre is extremely soft, almost perfect, but also has a touch of strong sadness.

The teachers and professors under the stage nodded again.

But Shan Yi didn't nod, but waved his hand directly, pretending to be playing, and said to Fu Tiao.

"Your performance in this place does not match your thoughts. You just said that the emotions in the music are extremely sad and painful, but in your music, I only heard... the grievances of a little widow crying in the grave. Pull back the work a little, push the body a little harder, I hope your emotions will not be suppressed, let the emotions become more intense!"

"Emotions are more intense? But won't this destroy... the balance of the work?"

"No! Believe me! My ears are no worse than yours!"

"it is good……"

Fu Tiao listened to Shan Yi's words, without stopping his hand, he went back to the beginning of the music and played again.

Shan Yi's body didn't stop either, he directly stood beside Fu Tiao with the score in his hand, focused all his attention on Fu Tiao's performance, thinking about why Fu Tiao wanted such an interpretation.

At the beginning of the question, he probably knew Fu Tiao's thoughts clearly, and the rest of the content was based on Fu Tiao's thoughts to help him advance.

Although the music has been going on, it keeps swaying back and forth, the speed of univocal thinking and speech is getting faster and faster, and the fluctuation of his body following the music is getting bigger and bigger.

"Strength, add a little more power!"

"Grab it with your hand, grab the tail of the music, don't just let it go."

"In this place, don't pull the emotion back, push it directly, push the music out, and the performance will be better if you push it out!"

"..."

The little old man who seemed to like to laugh at first became extremely energetic at this moment. He held the music score, stared at Fu Tiao, and kept talking.

His hands swayed around Fu Tiao, matching the mood of the music, giving Fu Tiao emotional support, allowing Fu Tiao to understand his thoughts on music more easily.

The details in the music became more perfect, and the two were completely immersed in the music and could not leave.

This piece of work has also become more perfect at the same time!
All those people off the stage stared straight at Shan Yi in front of them.

Since Li Diyun was taught, Shan Yi has seldom taught in front of outsiders, after all, he can be regarded as retired.

Now, he actually stands on the stage again, teaching the next contestant of the Chopin International Piano Competition?
For a moment, everyone's eyes on Fu Tiao became extremely complicated.

The future is immeasurable!

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(End of this chapter)