Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 924 184. Golden Splendor? Crazy! The Chicken Thief's Unbelievable Statement
The warm and bright sound of the trumpet was like a grand Amen, as if bringing Wang Xiaohu into a golden forest.

Wang Xiaohu looked up at the stage and just stood up.

"When-when-when-"

At this moment, Teacher Li An moved at the piano and took over the introduction from the French horn, and the piano responded with a deeper chorus.

The French horn sounded broad and deep, the piano sounded deep and clear, and when the woodwind group and the string group appeared one by one under Fang Yongbo's gestures, a bright picture gradually appeared above the stage.

Rich and sentimental, elegant and calm yet dignified.

Xiao Che's eyes were always on the figure in front of the piano, and her trembling eyelashes seemed to foreshadow the turmoil in her heart.

Is this the scene of Brahms Piano Concerto?

It's so spectacular, Xiaoche exclaimed, listening to the entire CD ten times is not as fascinating and intoxicating as these few short sections.

The teacher was simply the incarnation of the piano at this moment, and before he knew it, the car also stood up.

The two children stood in a row, without saying a word to each other or looking at each other, but their actions were surprisingly consistent.

They looked up with excited expressions and held music scores in their hands. The only difference was that one of them was looking at the piano and the other was looking at the conductor's podium.

They were so focused on reading that they forgot the music in their hands.

At this moment, the music scores in their hands seemed to have become their decorations.

Suddenly, Xiaoche's eyes focused, and he heard a tense and dense ascending arpeggio from the piano that seemed to come from the sky, forcibly breaking the original tranquility of the music and silencing all the instruments with its surging energy.

The first cadenza!
Great! The little car opened its mouth and dared not blink, for fear of missing every frame.

Sitting in front of the piano, Ang Lee's face was calm, and his hands controlled the speed and strength steadily.

Every few groups of notes, his right hand would be raised high after a fierce strike of the keys, and then his left hand would take over. The piano sounds were sharp and his movements were well-paced. Coupled with his angular profile, the audience enjoyed excellent audio-visual enjoyment both from a visual and auditory perspective.

Wang Xiaohu was so impressed by this scene that he felt his teacher couldn’t be any cooler at this moment.

All the musicians were looking at the teacher, even Uncle Fang was looking at the teacher at this moment.

It seemed as if the entire concert hall had only one center at this moment.

As the center, Li Ang felt more and more uncomfortable playing. Finally, he and Fang Yongbo on the podium looked at each other and smiled, and Li Ang had no choice but to stop.

Then the whole hall seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

what happened?

What do you mean?
Why doesn’t the teacher play anymore?
The two children in the audience looked at each other with confusion on their faces.

Even more confusion soon arose. They didn't know what Uncle Fang and the teacher on the stage had said. The uncles and aunts around them all chuckled.

This makes Wang Xiaohu very uncomfortable!
What’s going on!

But this also gave the two children time to catch their breath. They quickly lowered their heads and flipped through the music score, and soon found where the teacher stopped.

Thinking of what Uncle Fang and the teacher taught him yesterday, Wang Xiaohu tried to calm himself down. The teacher clearly played the piece correctly, but stopped here, which meant that there was no point in playing further.

Rehearsal is about efficiency, so the teacher was forced to stop because of something going wrong in the introduction.

There seems to be nothing wrong with the band. Calm down, calm down, calm down. Just then, the sound of a car was heard from the side.

"speed."

Speed? Wang Xiaohu turned and drove towards the car, "Whose speed?"

Xiaoche: "I'm not sure whose speed was the problem, but the woodwinds went out faster than they came in, and the teacher followed in a little slower than he played at home."

Wang Xiaohu frowned: "But that interface has a slow-down process. Didn't you see that Uncle Fang's movements slowed down when he got there?"

Xiao Che really didn't notice: "Then maybe there's something wrong with Uncle Fang."

What? Something’s wrong with Uncle Fang? How is that possible?

"Stop talking." Before Xiao Che finished speaking, the stage had already become quiet.

After a round of joking, the atmosphere on the stage was noticeably more relaxed than at the beginning.

Comrade Koch raised his hands and kept laughing and shaking his head, as if saying to Fang Yongbo, "Look, it's really none of my business."

Fang Yongbo happily started again, exchanged a glance with Ang Lee, then looked at the principal horn conductor, tapped the baton lightly, and the music began again.

This time, the two children devoted some of their attention to the music score, while Xiaoche also shifted some of his attention from the piano to the podium.

The music proceeded step by step, just like before, with the French horn leading the way, followed by the piano, and then the woodwind and strings joining in.

Xiaoche paid 125% of his attention, as if trying to find out what the problem was.

It's like starting a reasoning game.

Of course, Wang Xiaohu also participated in the music. Wang Xiaohu paid 250% of his attention, listening to the music and staring at Uncle Fang, occasionally looking down at the music score.

Fortunately, he re-did his homework with the help of Che Lin last night, otherwise he would not have the energy to pay attention to the stage at this moment.

But the problem is that Uncle Fang's performance this time was no different from before, and the dialogue between the band and the teacher was exactly the same, as if the same recording was played twice.

Just when Wang Xiaohu thought that Che Lin's statement was wrong, he suddenly discovered that the swing amplitude of Uncle Fang's left hand had visibly increased.

Wang Xiaohu, who discovered this, looked down at the score again. Isn't this the place?

The marks here were made by Uncle Fang on the plane to help him maintain speed.

But this? It sounds like there is no problem.

Suddenly Wang Xiaohu recalled it again, and he seemed to understand where the problem lay!
"I think I understand." Wang Xiaohu murmured to himself.

"Huh?" Xiaoche turned his head.

"Shh." Wang Xiaohu's gaze fell on the teacher this time. The second cadenza was already halfway through.

Listening to the teacher's performance, Wang Xiaohu's right hand rose slightly uncontrollably, and then he gestured lightly in the air.

Seeing this, Xiaoche smiled, stood aside, and returned his gaze to the piano again.

This time, the cadenza played by the teacher made her feel much more comfortable, and it felt exactly the same speed as the band's initial performance.

In front of the piano, the comfortable feeling returned, and Ang Lee also let go of the emotions of the cadenza, and the first theme that followed blended seamlessly with the orchestra.

He perfectly integrated the piano part into the orchestra, fully demonstrating how to transform Brahms's Piano Concerto into a symphony. This was also the consensus reached between him and Fang Yongbo at the beginning - to treat Brahms II as a completed symphonic work rather than a concerto that highlights the personality of the piano.

Of course, when it comes to highlighting, the piano should also boldly jump out.

For example, the second cadenza in the second half of a movement.

With an exaggerated and brutal momentum, as if showing the wild side of the piano to everyone, Ang Lee once again conquered all the musicians on the scene with his unique and ingenious arrangement of the cadenza.

Ang Lee still remembers the first time he stepped onto the stage with Fang Yongbo. They were about to rehearse together for the first time, but he did not see any respect for a piano soloist in the eyes of these musicians.

It was as if he had access to this stage through connections.

It doesn't matter, he can understand it very well. If he were in her shoes, he would inevitably wonder how such an unknown young man could be on the same stage with Midori and perform as a piano solo in such an important performance.

He probably thought that the main reason was that the young man had a music director from the same city who was backing him up. So Ang Lee was mentally prepared for the fact that he would not receive everyone's approval when they first met, and Fang Yongbo had also warned him in advance.

He said it was no big deal.

As for the stage, all we need to do is to show our true colors through music.

During the first rehearsal, Ang Lee left everyone speechless with two cadenzas.

After the first rehearsal, someone learned from the inside that Ang Lee would be paid for this performance. Everyone had the same feeling after hearing it, that this should be the most cost-effective business deal in the troupe in the past two years.

It is truly an example of achieving great things with little money.

Listening to Ang Lee's cadenza again today, everyone felt that the money was well spent. Which master would make changes to the performance because of the orchestra? Those are all the master's inspiration and the crystallization of the master. It has always been the conductor who leads the orchestra to follow the master. But compared with the last time, Ang Lee's cadenza today not only catered to the changes made by the orchestra, but the best thing is that it also took the overall sensory experience of the music to a higher level.

Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why Fangtou, who has always been strict with music, would use Ang Lee in such a crucial performance.

"when!"

As a chord that shook the heaven and earth was smashed down, the dotted string music emerged again and the music moved forward. The front became like a golden forest. Wang Xiaohu and Xiaoche, the two children, didn't know when they started to have no time to look down at the music score.

An hour passed in a flash, and after Uncle Fang finished correcting the alternation of the main and secondary themes in the second movement, the rehearsal entered intermission.

"Ten minutes, smokers, hurry up."

Fang Yongbo put down his baton and picked up the teacup on the podium. Ang Lee also stood up from the piano.

Then the stage became chaotic and Li Ang declined the invitation from Brother Zhongti, saying that he came with his students.

It turned out that these two kids were Li Ang's students. That was it. No one forced Li Ang and they all left together.

Ang Lee and Fang Yongbo stood at the edge of the stage and communicated for a while, then they both walked off the stage and headed for the audience.

a minute ago.

While the two were communicating, Xiaoche took out a water cup from his bag.

It turned out to be the teacher's water cup. Damn it! Wang Xiaohu thought about it and said flatteringly, "Good car god, let's discuss something."

"I refuse." There was no need to listen further. As soon as he saw Wang Xiaohu's smile, he knew what the other party was going to do.

"Please don't, give me a chance to perform," Wang Xiaohu pleaded in a low voice, "I'm not like you. I'm always clumsy in front of the teacher, you know. Please, please."

After Wang Xiaohu’s request, Xiaoche softened his heart.

The teacher asked her to help pack the cup after she got off the plane yesterday, but in the end both she and the teacher forgot about it. Considering that the teacher would definitely need to drink water today, she made a cup of tea for the teacher using the tea bags in the hotel early in the morning and put it in her bag.

"Thank you! I'll treat you to a delicious meal tonight!"

"no thanks."
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Fang Yongbo and Li An came over, and Wang Xiaohu came up and handed the cup in his hand to Li An.

"teacher."

Oh, the sun is rising from the west today.

Li An was thirsty, so he took the cup and thanked him. Then he unscrewed the cup and took a sip, and his brows frowned instantly.

"Puff, puff, puff!" Then he raised the back of his hand and wiped his mouth.

Wang Xiaohu and Xiaoche were both shocked by this scene. Xiaoche thought that it shouldn't be hot. She knew that the teacher's cup had good heat preservation performance, so after she made the tea, she deliberately let it cool for a while before screwing the lid on.

But without thinking any more, Xiaoche hurriedly opened his schoolbag to look for tissues.

"Are you okay?" Fang Yongbo also thought that Li An was burned.

"It's okay, it's okay." Li An wiped the tea residue from the corner of his mouth, looked at Wang Xiaohu and smiled helplessly: "Did you tear open the tea bag in the hotel?"

Wang Xiaohu didn't dare to cry out that he was wronged: "Haha, haha."
Car: "!"

Fang Yongbo immediately understood what was going on, and explained to Wang Xiaohu softly, "That's a hanging tea bag. If you want to make tea, just tear open the outer packaging and throw the tea bag in. Otherwise, the tea residue inside will float up."

So that's it, Xiao Che nodded, she didn't know that was the case, sorry teacher~ and classmate Wang~
"teacher."

Li An took the tissue handed to him by Xiao Che and wiped his mouth. Seeing Xiao Che's evasive "evil smile", he seemed to understand something. He looked at the teacup and smiled again: "It can be considered progress."

"Teacher, please don't do that!" Before Wang Xiaohu could stop him, Li An had already picked up the teacup again and took a big gulp.

"It's just some leftovers, no big deal," after taking two big gulps, Li An was finally no longer thirsty.

Looking at the teacher drinking water, Wang Xiaohu felt indescribably moved, even though he didn't make the tea.

He thought the teacher was going to "stab" him.

Just then, "How do you two listen to it?" Fang Yongbo came down and saw two pieces of music on the chair. It was obviously for two children.

The question came up from the live rehearsal just now, especially when Uncle Fang asked the question in a reporter's tone, Wang Xiaohu felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

"It's very shocking." Xiaoche said truthfully.

Fang Yongbo smiled and said, "Is it shocking? How does it compare to the last time I listened to Mozart?"

Xiaoche thought for a moment and said, "Completely different. The works of the two composers have different personalities. Mozart is more relaxed and cheerful, while Brahms feels a bit heavy. Maybe because there are no other audiences around, the pressure is greater. You and the uncles and aunts in the band are great. I really like to listen to brass instruments live. It is rare to hear such a large brass part in Mozart's works."

Fang Yongbo nodded appreciatively. Putting aside how the child commented on the two works, his calm tone alone showed his good psychological quality. Moreover, his comments were true and objective, not to mention his professionalism.

Of course, if it was any other child, Fang Yongbo would be shocked, but there is no need to be shocked about this child.

After Xiaoche finished answering, Li An also laughed and said, "Okay, Xiao Linlin, but don't crush the tea bag next time."

"How about the piano part?" Fang Yongbo continued to ask Xiaoche.

Xiaoche: "Of course it's great."

Fang Yongbo said, "No problem at all."

Xiao Che sneered and said, "It seems like there are a few wrong notes, but I can't tell what they are."

Ha ha ha ha--

Xiao Che's cute answer made both adults laugh. They couldn't tell how he heard it. As for the wrong notes, Ang Lee understood himself very well. After all, it was a big piece of music with four movements. He would try to do well next time.

"What about you?"

Fang Yongbo's gaze fell on Wang Xiaohu's face.

Wang Xiaohu hesitated, not knowing what to say.

At this time, Li An spoke up, "Relax, you can speak out whatever you think, look at Che Lin."

Xiaoche also nodded encouragingly: "Yeah!"

it is good!
With the encouragement from the teacher and Che Lin, Wang Xiaohu felt relieved. He let out a sigh, looked up at Fang Yongbo, and spoke without any fear.

"Uncle Fang, did you make a mistake at the beginning the first time?"

After Wang Xiaohu finished speaking, Li Ang's smile gradually froze, and the little car next to him also became a little confused.

crazy