Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 561. 260. Tian Ji Horse Racing, Artillery's Premiere

The camera returns to the time of Rongcheng.

The sun is on.

At the gate of examination room No. [-], a new confrontation appeared.

This time it was four against three.
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Xiaobei and Marco have already completed their respective examinations with excellence.

Xiaobei's etude was stopped after playing a third of it, and half of the music was stopped.

Ma Ke played half of the etude and was stopped after playing a third of the music.

As soon as the exam was over, the two of them ran up.

Now that they learned what happened upstairs just now, the two children are very angry.

At the moment, he was standing beside Che Lin and Liu Fengrui, one on the left and the other on the right, guarding the hut behind him like a guardian. In the room, Wang Xiaohu had already started playing the etude.

Liu Fengrui, who had already come out of the examination room No. [-], looked at the fat man opposite and kept urging the judges inside to stop it.

We have to talk slowly.

It is also interesting to talk about the fighting spirit of the children at the examination site.

Since we don't engage in armed combat, let's engage in literary combat.

What is the fighting method of piano Wendou?
If you think it’s the century-old violin fight scene in The Pianist on the Sea, then you’re wrong.

The children's literary struggle in the piano grading test field is about time.

What kind of fighting method depends on who goes in and then comes out in the shortest time.

Whoever is short is awesome.

What is this saying?
In fact, it has the same meaning as submitting papers in advance of the exam.

Every year when it comes to the college entrance examination, there will not always be such a hot search, 'the first examinee to hand in the paper this year. '

You don't care how they do in the exam, even if you still hand in a blank paper, anyway, the first person to come out, showing his face in front of hundreds of millions of people.

This is a kind of victory.

And at the piano grading test site, it is more convincing to come out early, because the children can't hand in the papers in advance, so the judges can only stop

If you really get nothing, then you can't play anything, and you can hear everything outside the door. If you can't play, and you are invited out by the judges, then you are the king of comedy.

So with the two cards of judges and voice, no one can cheat in this examination room.

If you come out quickly, there is almost only one possibility, that is, if you play well, the judges feel that there is no need to listen to it anymore, so they call you out.

Every child knows this rule.

Back to the first round.

It was Liu Fengrui who went in. After Liu Fengrui went in, he went through a set of standard etiquette, and he was not in a hurry to get the scale.

Liu Fengrui doesn't want to grab this time, so he can finish playing the scale steadily.

Then I played half of the etude and half of the music.

Just stop calling.

Xiao Liu was quite proud, but after a while, the little fat man who followed him in was about the same time as he came out.

Well, it's a tie in the first round.

Xiao Liu thought so at the time, at most it was a medium horse versus a medium horse.

But after the glasses in the opponent's lineup who hadn't spoken all the time went in, he came out faster than the little fat man!
After the glasses came out, Xiao Liu was heartbroken when he saw the girl on the other side showing a smug smile.

It turns out that the little fat man is a fucking inferior horse.

Xiao Liu didn't expect it to be like this beforehand, because the signs on the chests of the other three were all tenth!
In other words, I, a middle-level horse player on the surface, and the opponent's three low-level horses in the tenth level have become a tie!
Fortunately, Wang Xiaohu was the one who went in right after me.

Xiao Liu didn't want to describe his good brother as an inferior horse, but among the three of them, Wang Xiaohu was currently the best.

Xiao Liu thought that it didn’t matter if Wang Xiaohu lost to the opponent’s glasses, they had a car god anyway.

The car god appears, and the whole audience will hang you up and beat you.

But you, Wang Xiaohu, can't be so slow, the etude was finished by the judges.

I've already finished half of the music.

Although he is anxious, what Xiao Liu hopes more is that Wang Xiaohu can play well and steadily, even if he loses the scene, as long as our grade examination goes smoothly.

If by the way, they can beat the other three in terms of time, that would be the icing on the cake.

Just then, "Okay."

The familiar call to stop came outside the door.

In the room, Wang Xiaohu got up from the piano, played the piano and bowed. He felt that he played very well today.

It's just that the judges may be a little ignorant.

Although Brother Xiaohu performed well, he felt somewhat regretful that he had almost filled the audience.

After he came out, the four friends came forward to show concern.

Xiao Che gave him a smile: "It's very good."

Damn, enough is enough!

Humph.

The confrontation became 5-on-3 again.

Now the only players not on the stage of the two pairs are the top horse players of both sides.

The little girl on the other side looked at Che Lin with a smile, and said viciously in her heart, "Poker face, you wait for me."

Che Lin ignored the general situation, replaying the score of the etude over and over again in his mind.

In a blink of an eye, three more people passed by.

As a boy came out, the staff said, "Candidate No. 33 Ouyang Shuheng enters the hall,"

Ouyang Shuheng was the name of the tenth-level girl.

Hearing his name, Ouyang Shuheng put aside his teammates, raised his chin and walked towards the gate of the examination room, passing Wuhai without deliberately slowing down.

But it still made Xiaobei feel very disgusted.

Xiaobei felt that this girl could not walk.

snort!annoying!

Just as Ouyang Shuheng walked into the examination room, the staff at the door continued, "No. 34 Liu Zhiyuan is preparing."

There was no response from the scene.

The staff looked around and looked at the children in front of the door, "Isn't No. 34 Liu Zhiyuan here?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and subconsciously shook their heads.

The staff member looked down at the roster. There were only two people left in the examination room No. 35. Then they looked at No. [-] and looked up, "Is Che Lin there?"

Xiao Che raised his hand.

The staff member nodded, "Stop running around."

Xiao Che hummed, and continued to read the scores in his mind.
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Just 8 minutes before Ouyang Shuheng entered the examination room, the inspection duo of teachers and students also came out of the fourth examination room.

Ji Yang felt all kinds of emotions. After hearing several high-level children, she didn't know what to say.

Li Ang: "Have you learned a lot?"

Ji Yang: "Teacher, I really didn't expect the current tenth level to be so good? Can they really pass?"

Ang Lee: "What if you don't let them pass? This year you won't let them pass, and next year they won't come to you to recharge. Anyway, there are so many platforms, why not choose yours?"

Ji Yang: "The grading platform is also like this?"

Li An quietly gave Xiao Ji a set of data. According to incomplete statistics, there are still five fingers of piano grading institutions in China.

Ji Yang: "Five?"

Ang Lee: "Naive."

Ji Yang: "My God!"

Li An: "Let's go, go and look at a few small things, I guess they're all about the same."

Then he turned and walked towards the stairs.

Xiao Ji, who was still immersed in shock, hurriedly followed.

If the teacher hadn't said it himself, Xiao Ji would not have believed that there are so many grade-testing platforms in China after being beaten to death.

It's terrible, she remembers that when she was a child, she seemed to have one or two choices.

She can't remember exactly which two, she only knows that every summer she will take a grade test.

The grade test is simply a grade test, practicing the piano, being nervous, not having time to go out to play, nothing else.

When I was a child, I didn't realize what level I was in the exam.

She also didn't take the initiative to care about this issue. Her only impression was that the fees for the two exams were different, and her father chose the exam with the higher registration fee for her.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ji felt a little belated.

Did she have the idea of ​​recharging since she took the grade test?

Otherwise, how could she pass the eighth grade?

Ji Yang will never forget the summer when she took the eighth grade exam. It was raining heavily that day. When she came out of the exam room, tears were streaming down her face, which was heavier than the rain in the sky.

The arpeggio is stuttering, the etudes are played serially, and the music is forgotten.

Completely out of order.

But that's it, she passed it in the end.

Still a good one!
Coupled with what she saw and heard today, she seriously doubted how she lived that time.

too terrifying
It turns out that the so-called shady scenes on the Internet are true.

Xiao Ji was a little depressed for a while, and she suddenly felt that the grade examination was meaningless.

Kids who practice hard can pass, and so can kids who don't.

unfair.

Really unfair.

"Ouch!!"

Xiao Ji just lowered his head to think, and didn't even notice when the teacher stopped, and bumped into him from behind.

Li An also felt a sudden pain in his back. The force of the impact made him stagger forward, and his phone slipped out of his hand without holding it firmly.

A beautiful parabola is drawn.

Immediately there was a snap, and the phone came into intimate contact with the ground.

Not caring about the phone, Li An quickly turned around, seeing Xiao Ji squatting on the ground covering his head, heartbroken and funny, "What's going on?"

As he spoke, he pulled Xiao Ji up.

Xiao Ji got up and was still rubbing his forehead up and down, with a miserable smile on his face, muttering, "Teacher, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Li An bent down to pick up the phone, checked the screen, and looked up, "Why did you bump into it?"

Xiao Ji is wronged, she really didn't pay attention to the road, but if you don't stop, teacher, I won't be able to bump into you.

No one can understand this muddled account, and the teacher and the student "smile away the enmity."

Seeing that Xiao Ji was fine, Li An said: "It's just right, Ji Yang, go over there and see who else hasn't taken the exam. After the exam, gather everyone and wait for me."

Xiao Ji was puzzled: "Teacher, aren't you going?"

Li An didn't have time to explain: "I have something to do."

Seeing that the teacher suddenly had something to do, Xiao Ji stopped asking and left quickly.

After Xiao Ji left, Li An directly found a nearby step and sat down to take out his mobile phone.

He sighed at the screen and wiped off the dust on the screen.

Waking up the screen again, lines of clear staves reappeared in front of his eyes.

Then Li An continued to read quickly at the place where Xiao Ji was knocked into the air just now.

Read from section to section, from page to page, from voice to voice.

The more Li An watched, the more frightened he became, and the more he opened his eyes, the faster his heart beat.

It seems that the sun is no longer covering the head at this moment, but the time and space of baroque music constructed by Vivaldi with notes.

Complicated counterpoint, rigorous format, narrative-like harmony, and beautiful but not sad minor-key colors.

All of this combined creates a rotating kaleidoscope.

In the kaleidoscope, he saw the colors belonging to Xiao Che, Xiao Liu, Wang Xiaohu, Xiao Bei, Marco, and Ji Yang.

So subtle.

Li An didn't know where Lin Youyou found this score, he could only say that this septet was tailor-made for children.

Although the difficulty of the seven voices is not uniform, every child can find their own place in it.

Li An didn't know how to thank Lin Youyou, he could only say that this score arrived too timely.

rekindled his thoughts.

Yesterday he had already given up the idea of ​​recording the ensemble on this CD, and he and Ji Yang mentioned it at the door in the morning.

In a blink of an eye, such a score appeared in front of his eyes. He didn't take out his mobile phone when he was touring with Ji Yang just now.

As a result, as soon as he took out his mobile phone, there was a pair of king bombs.

Bawanyi: Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!

For Lin Youyou helping him again, Li An didn't know what else to say except thank you and an exclamation mark.

One less sentence can't express his emotions, and one more sentence seems out of place.

Then the screen flashed.

You: Can it be used?

Bawanyi: That's amazing. Where did you find the sheet music? It's amazing.

After a while.

You: Ang Lee, this work should be premiered by your team if nothing else happens.

Premiere?

Li An was stunned for a moment.

Premiere, what is the concept of premiere.

The premiere is that no one has ever performed this work.

It's hard for Li An to believe that no one has performed such a work, but he knows Lin Youyou well. Since Lin Youyou said it was the premiere, it must be the premiere.

For a moment, Li An only felt that the phone was a little heavy.

Just then, the dialog flickered again.

Quiet: The adapter is called Artillery, sorry for the trouble.

Lin Youyou didn't want Li An to think too much, but she had to tell Li An the truth.

In the copyright-chaotic world of classical music scores, Pao Pao has always used Artillery as a pseudonym for his published works.

She knew that although Pao Pao had a carefree personality and seemed to care nothing about anything except eating, in fact Pao Pao had always cared about his copyright.

Ang Lee also understands the significance of copyright to a creator, especially the copyright of classical music scores.

He had to clarify a question first: Did Artillery know that you gave me the score?

You: Don't worry, Artillery and I are good friends. She has authorized me and asked me to convey to you that she needs to record the premiere of this work.

Seeing this, Li An didn't know how to describe his emotions.

And the meaning of this ensemble score in his mind is no longer just for a CD recording.

He didn't know why, he was both excited and dignified.

But he knew that he had to re-examine the score, which was an unpublished work by a composer named Artillery.

He didn't know who Artillery was, where he was doing what kind of job he was doing now.

But Artillery, he remembered.

[-]: Say thank you to Artillery for me, I will cherish this score.

Then: Youyou, I don't know much about the market, what is the approximate price of this spectrum on your side.

You: I don't know the details, I can help you find out, but she won't accept it, I will convey your thoughts to him.

Bawanyi: Be sure to tell her for me, I like this score so much, she is a genius, and I have the opportunity to welcome her to Rongcheng as a guest.

You: Okay, let’s talk back, get up.

Bawanyi: Alright, hurry up.

Take a long bite.

Li An opened the score again, and his brain started to work rapidly.

Looking at it now, he has to reconsider the allocation of voice parts.

(End of this chapter)