Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 149 146. The Philosophy of Enlightenment and Obsession, It Sees Through Fate

If the idea is described in another way, it can be called the presentation of a performance path.

Farewell is a multi-movement sonata, and the rhythm, timbre, and emotional color of each movement are different.

How to insert route signposts into the complex music through layers of fog is a technical and personal effort.

It requires both emotional understanding and rational escort.

The sensibility here varies from person to person. Some people prefer to use the interpretation of the outside of the music, while others prefer to interpret it through the relationship between notes on the score.

Even if it incorporates part of the original owner's understanding of music, Ang Lee still firmly stands for the latter.

Charts are everything.

This is also the central guiding ideology of his farewell practice in recent times.

The fragments marked with strength in the music score are played with different strengths of timbre, and in the transition of strength and weakness, the music is made more distinct by finger techniques to show the drama of music, which is what he understands as the composer's emotional expression during creation.

Under the dim light in the living room, Wei Sanwan was sitting on the old sofa beside the piano, his steady eyes passed through the reading glasses, and fell on the hands moving back and forth on the keyboard.

He held the teacup in one hand and rested on the armrest of the sofa with the other, tapping his wrinkled fingers to the rhythm of dancing in the air from time to time.

Obviously, from the first movement to the second movement, Ang Lee's handling is very clear.

Each motive is clearly dealt with before and after.

But unfortunately, when the second movement was nearing the end, he could no longer remember Ang Lee's processing at the beginning of this movement, let alone the first movement.

It played really well, but it didn't give him any memory points.

Wei Sanwan said so in his heart.

As the fingers on the piano seemed to lose their support little by little during the slowdown, the notes fell one dot after another.

Until there is no more sound from the piano box.

He heard that even until the last moment, Li An was controlling the strength of his fingers.

Skillfully finished to a great specification.

But what about emotion?
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Ang Li hissed lightly, and ended the performance with his arms closed.

He felt that he had played pretty well this time.

"teacher."

He looked sideways.

After a while, Wei Sanwan unreservedly said the true sense of hearing like he praised his moonlight last time: "Taiping."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Li An frowned slightly, Ping?

He didn't question Wei Sanwan's comment, it was just a subconscious reaction as a performer.

At least it didn't sound flat to him.

Especially the reappearance of the motive after the end of the second theme of the first movement, he felt that he had handled it quite well just now.

After some humbly asking for advice, Li An understood the "peace" that Wei Sanwan pointed out.

mood.

The music doesn't convey an impressive mood.

Looking at Li An's still puzzled eyes, Wei Sanwan reminded: "You feel that you are invested, and others hear your investment are two different things."

Li An was taken aback, and vaguely found some inspiration from these words.

"Go back and think about it carefully, think from all angles, think from the perspective of the composer, think from the perspective of the audience, but in the end you have to go back to your own thinking."

Wei Sanwan finally instructed: "You must think more when practicing the piano, and I will tell you in the first class."

Li An thought for a moment, then pondered, "Thank you teacher, I understand."

Wei Sanwan smiled: "Okay, don't sit there, come and drink some water."

Later, Li An chatted with the old couple for a while, and talked about his eleventh year.

When it comes to Yale's purchase of a violin package to pass the grade test, Wei Sanwan yells at him.

But scolding is scolding, there are some things that Wei Sanwan can't do anything about.

If he jumped out to say something, he would still have considerable influence within the city of Rongcheng.

But he can't, there are too many problems involved here.

This is not just smashing people's jobs.

The students trained by his Wei family class opened a piano shop and became the boss, so they must be clean.

He knows some things.

Wei Sanwan sighed, and looked at Li An: "We must be worthy of our own conscience in education."

"Some money can be earned, and some money cannot be earned."

This is what Li Ang heard when he just graduated, and he agrees with both of them.

He now agrees, but with some reservations.
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Before leaving, Wei Sanwan mentioned something.

"By the way, Youyou will return to China at the beginning of her departure next month."

A figure flashed in Li An's mind.

Wei Sanwan took out a cigarette, and Li An helped to light it.

"You have one too."

Li An also lit one for himself,
"This time her teacher in Vienna, Otto, will also come along."

Li An was delighted, some time ago he had watched the video of the other party's master class lecture at the Hamburg Academy of Music and Drama on the Internet.

Christopher Johansen Otto, a piano professor at the Vienna State University, is a well-known German pianist.

He knew this person. Before he and Lin Youyou graduated, Wei Sanwan learned that Lin Youyou wanted to go abroad, so he recommended Lin Youyou to Ao Tuo.

"We haven't seen each other for many years." Wei Sanwan sighed.

Ang Li has an impression of this passage. In his sophomore year, Wei Sanwan went to St. Petersburg for an academic visit, and forged a bond with the old man Ao.

Hearing that the master was going to log in to Rongcheng, Li An felt itchy in his heart.

Wei Sanwan grinned and said: "According to the management, our school's international students will perform concerts when they return home after graduation."

"Youyou is able to make troubles and is sensible. Taking advantage of the fact that he wants to hold a concert when he returns to China, he forced himself to invite old man Ao over with his own money. He told me on the phone that old man Ao should come and give a master class to his younger brothers and sisters."

"That's a good thing."

Li An followed suit and nodded, it was indeed a good thing, Xiao Lin had a heart.

"So I thought that since everyone agreed to come, going to one school is also running, and going to three schools is also running, so I helped to contact several schools around Rongcheng. When the time comes, old man Ao will give lectures and hold concerts. The round-trip air tickets, board and lodging, and hard work expenses will be covered, so you don't have to pay for it yourself."

Killing two birds with one stone, the teacher also has a heart.

Wei Sanwan snuffed out the cigarette butt, "Li An, this month you should prepare well for the songs in the competition."

Li An understood: "Understood."

Wei Sanwan: "Let Ao Tuo listen to you when the time comes."

"Thank you, teacher."

"Okay, let's go."

"goodbye teacher."

Teachers are sometimes like this. If you want to talk about the two children Lin Youyou and Li An, it must be that you Youyou works harder and is more sensible.

But in the past four years of undergraduate studies, Wei Sanwan has always been partial to Li An.

Lin Youyou called and told him about Ao Tuo's coming, and he immediately thought of Li An.

He wanted Ao Tuo to give Li Ang a good advice.

There are some things that he can no longer point to.
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After leaving Wei Sanwan's house, Li An let out a sigh of relief.

He was a little excited, just waiting for November to come.

While looking forward to the Alto master class, he did not forget that Wei Sanwan reminded him of his emotional problems tonight.

This question was enough for him to digest for a while.
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'You feel invested, and someone hears you invested are two different things. '
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Chen Xuan was practicing editing in front of the computer. When she heard the door knocking, she turned her head. Before she could stand up, she saw Li An hurriedly took off her shoes and rushed to the piano.

"Master Chen, listen to me and tell me what you heard after listening."

Chen Xuan didn't ask anything when she heard the words, she put down what she was doing and pricked up her ears seriously.

Ang Lee adjusted his breathing, and then he dropped the keys and started playing.

Farewell to the second movement, the expressive Andante.

Li An followed the same pattern and made the version that he played at Wei Sanwan's house 10 minutes ago.

After playing, he had no choice but to look at Chen Xuan untied.

"Well, how should I say it?"

Chen Xuan said while thinking, "It's pretty good."

Li An smiled: "Say it boldly."

Chen Xuan listened to Ang Lee play the second movement several times during the November holiday, but they were all practicing fragments.

This is the first time she has heard the other party perform this movement in such a formal and complete manner in recent days.

"Let me organize the language."

Chen Xuan stroked his mind.

Although she can't play the piano, as a flute player who graduated from the National Academy of Music, she has practiced a lot of large-scale sonatas.

In terms of the completion of the performance, she thinks that Ang Lee has nothing to criticize.

So she wants to talk about it in terms of musical expression.

Frankly speaking, Chen Xuan didn't follow Li An's thoughts during the listening process.

"Is it because the music didn't catch you?" Li An asked.

Chen Xuan shook her head: "I like to follow what I hear."

Ang Lee: "Yeah."

"That's it."

Chen Xuan felt that she had sorted it out, "To answer your question first, I heard a very depressing feeling in this movement, especially the handling of the dots at the end, which is beautiful but very depressing."

Ang Lee: "Continue."

Chen Xuan: "And from the title, absence, right? If I were to think about it, I would imagine that absence is a kind of slight regret, or a feeling of nostalgia, and then integrate into it."

"Give me the sheet music."

Ang Lee handed over the sheet music.

Chen Xuan turned to the second movement and searched quickly, and then fixed her eyes on the 23th and [-]rd bars.

"I remember this melody with only the right hand very clearly. You added a little sustain to the onset of each group of notes. It was here that I felt the depression in the music."

"When I was a sophomore in college, I took a master class given by a French virtuoso. There is a sentence that I still remember vividly."

"He said that the emotional content of music is mostly contained in notes, intervals, rhythm and harmony."

Good point, Ang Lee has been taught.

Chen Xuan returned to her point of view: "So do you want to convey a depressive emotion through some kind of processing? Only you know this. I just expressed my personal sense of hearing."

"Um--"

"above."

After speaking, Chen Xuan took out the Coke she had chilled in advance from the new refrigerator and handed it to Li An.

"Feel our refrigerator."

Li An took it, unscrewed it, looked up and took a big gulp, "What about emotions?"

He put down the Coke and asked, "Do you think the whole movement sounds flat?"

"It's unfair!"

Chen Xuan was surprised by Li An's question, "I still think you play too full."

and many more.

Li An raised his hand suddenly, and Chen Xuan put down the Ke that he picked up as if frightened.

too full.
too peaceful.
The emotional content of music is mostly contained in notes, intervals, rhythm and harmony.
When practicing the piano, you must think from various angles.
All kinds of information flow seemed to be gathered in his brainstorm at this moment, and suddenly, like a small lightning flashed between his eyebrows.

For a moment, Li An only felt that his mind was clear.

Standing up ecstatically, he hugged Chen Xuan's face and gave a fierce mouthful.

"I'm going to take a shower!"

Chen Xuan watched the second version of Li An rush into the bathroom, and then touched the painful place.

A sentence floated in my heart, every man lives in a boy.

just.

This young man of hers is so stupid.

But this contrast seems to be quite cute.

sniggering.

"Girlfriend, my cell phone, in my coat pocket."

Li An's shout came from the bathroom.

Chen Xuan got up and picked up the jacket on the piano, took out the phone inside, and there were two unread messages from 10 minutes ago on the screen.

Then I came to the door of the bathroom and sent it in through the crack.

Accidentally aimed at the octave.

Turning around, the two crooked shoes at the door came into view, and walked over in two steps to pack the shoes on the shoe rack.

Then go back to the computer and get busy again.

Li An said the day before yesterday that she wanted to record a two-person ensemble and post it on Station B. She was thinking about how to make this video more fun without showing their faces.
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in the bathroom.

Li An played the first farewell [-] played by his aunt, set the single loop, and then took the mobile phone and placed it on the soap box.

Facing the shower where he would never get a urinary tract infection again, he finally sorted out today's harvest.

Whether Wei Sanwan's Taiping is good or Chen Xuan's is too full.

In fact, they all express the same meaning, and there is a problem with the design and layout of his entire movement.

Because I care too much about dealing with each note, the whole performance is in a kind of "sighing".
" state.

Groomed too much.

Musical emotion is embedded in every note interval and rhythm, and it seems that he has done so before.

But in fact, he just simply analyzed elements such as notes, intervals and harmony, and did not analyze the whole.

Just like the performer he heard now, what should be in front, what should be excluded, what should be faded, and what should be highlighted, the other party is expressing in layers, and finally conveyed to the listener's ears as a whole middle.

Bravo!

Among them, a lot of subtraction has been done.

A piece of work is like a water glass, its volume is limited, how to make the best drink in your mind within the limited volume.

This is Ang Lee's biggest achievement today.

He realized the trade-offs in musical expression.

Not to mention the expression of emotion, that is, the taste of the drink.

Putting aside all the previous disdainful attitude towards notes, Li An reconsidered Wei Sanwan's words——

Think about music from all angles.

This will be his next practice direction.

When he studies this question clearly, perhaps the taste he wants will appear naturally.

He thought that at that time, when he played top, black key, moonlight, Liszt hero and other works, his music should become more concrete.

what.

What could be more exciting than this.

So tonight we must reward Mr. Chen well.
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Whether it is a reward or a punishment, how to reward and how to punish, no one can know once the bedroom door of this family is closed.

Eighty thousand?

[-] is not enough.

Since the day before yesterday, Bawan worked up the courage to go to bed to join in the fun and was sat on his buttocks, and in the next two days, whenever he heard the sound of the bed board, he hid outside the bedroom.

Knowing Chen Xuan until today, Li An knew for the first time that there was such a thing in the other party's closet.

"Didn't I see you wear it in Xia Tian?"

"Wearing it for the first time."

"When did you buy it?"

"Going shopping with Xiaoyu the day before yesterday, she said that this is low investment and high return."

hiss.

"Teacher Xiaoyu, you have a bit of philosophy in you."

"What do you mean, so she's right—"

"what!"

Chen Xuan was bending her knees to free her left leg. Before she finished her question, suddenly her eyes were spinning. When she opened her eyes again, Princess Li An was already holding her in her arms.

"What are you doing!"

"Take another shower. Besides, what anyone says is not right."

"Then do you still randomly glance at others on the street?"

"I do not have it!"

"You have!"

"Really?"

"real!"

"Then you are wrong."

"Teacher, where's your face?"

"Don't call me teacher."

Li An heheed fiercely, and rubbed open the bedroom doorknob with his thigh, frightening all the eavesdroppers at the door trembling.

Then he walked to the bathroom casually.

Looking at this scene eighty thousand Baba, it seemed that the sad past resurfaced in his heart again.

It was also used by this bully to get into the door of light in this way.

it, know.

The new owner cannot escape the same fate as it.

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"Xiaomi, a German-Austrian piano master is coming to Rongcheng next month."

(End of this chapter)