Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 926 186. A dreamlike fantasy journey

Just like that, the second half of the rehearsal began.

Fang Yongbo's rehearsal progress was not affected by the presence of a little devil on the stage.

Or rather, he never paid any attention to Wang Xiaohu again after the rehearsal officially began.

It was exactly the same as the rehearsal in the first half, and we solved the problem in whichever part had a problem.

During the whole process, he never turned around to ask Wang Xiaohu if he understood. Even the two exchanges with Ang Lee about the fourth movement did not exceed three minutes in total.

The same was true for the performers. When Fang Yongbo raised his hand to signal the start of rehearsal, their attention shifted from Wang Xiaohu back to their work.

Not to mention Ang Lee, he didn't even look at Wang Xiaohu after he went on stage.

In a blink of an eye, the second half of the rehearsal is about to end.

From the perspective of the car below the stage, Wang Xiaohu just stood "foolishly" next to the podium for more than an hour.

But Xiaoche knew very well that Wang Xiaohu’s brain was definitely not enough.

The car was indeed right.

It only took Wang Xiaohu two minutes to go from being confused at the beginning to being so focused and then to being fully focused.

When Fang Yongbo raised his hand to signal the band to get ready, the baton in his hand seemed to move.

Faced with such an opportunity, he wished he could scan every detail of the stage into his mind.

But when the music really started, his mind went blank.

The same French horn introduction gives one feeling when listening to it from the audience and another feeling when listening to it on the stage.

It was as if when he was in the audience he was watching a play, and when he was on the stage he became a part of the play.

Facing the impact of the French horn straight at his face at such close range, he got goosebumps all over his body.

If he had never stood on such a stage and looked at such a band face to face, he probably wouldn't know how long it would take him to understand what a real symphony orchestra is.

That’s right, after the French horn’s introduction, Wang Xiaohu gave up following the music because he simply couldn’t keep up with it.

Basically he didn't follow. Brother Wang Xiaohu simply gave up following the music and focused on feeling the stage.

From a side perspective, Brother Xiaohu is very smart. If he tried too hard to keep up with the music, he would be destined to miss a great stage experience.

Treat the stage as a huge music venue, just like playing the music on your phone at full volume.

Listening to the music, his eyes wandered around every corner of the stage.

Wherever he looked, he discovered many interesting details that he could not find backstage.

Character chapter.

For example, the concertmaster would push up his glasses before taking a break.

For example, the foreign uncle who plays the clarinet will turn into a furious King Kong before playing the clarinet, and will bare his teeth after playing the clarinet.

For example, the uncle who plays the flute always smiles at the aunt who plays the oboe.

For example, when the aunt who played the oboe was playing, her cheeks moved towards the frog, which was very interesting.

For example, there was a lady playing the cello who looked really young, only slightly older than Ji Yang's sister, and had a very sweet smile. But just now when he was in the audience, he thought the musicians on the stage were all uncles and aunts.

Actually, it is not the case. He found that there are quite a few faces that he should call brothers and sisters.

It was a great feeling, watching performers of all ages sitting together and playing, especially when the teacher played the andante movement, Wang Xiaohu felt moved.

He felt that everyone was sitting together and playing like comrades-in-arms. At this moment, a line of small words suddenly appeared in his mind - it turned out that this was the Guangzhou Symphony Orchestra.

What a great feeling.

Will he be able to have such an orchestra in the future?

A band where everyone works together for one goal!

For the first time, Brother Xiaohu realized that for an orchestra, the importance of musicians is no less than that of the conductor.

Before, he always regarded the musicians as the background of the conductor's podium.

For the first time, he felt that every musician on the stage was a flesh-and-blood presence.

In comparison, his teacher, well, how should I put it~

Having never watched the teacher's performance from such a perspective, Wang Xiaohu felt that the teacher was cold during the performance just now, although very cool.

It would be better if the teacher could smile more. Wang Xiaohu also considered whether it was because of the music. After all, the temperament of this piece is completely different from the sunny Mozart.

Finally, there is Uncle Fang.

Admiration. Wang Xiaohu can’t find any other words to memorize except admiration.

Uncle Fang's every move is in the music; even the slightest sideways movement can make him feel the music flowing through him.

This is the real conductor.

Musical instruments.

During the summer camp, Wang Xiaohu, as the captain of Group 5, led the team to win many games.

But if he had to say which round he was more proud of, he would not choose the one in which he turned the tide by swimming.

He would remember the question - please write down the instruments used in the symphony orchestra.

In this round, he cooperated with Tang Xiaoxing and finally defeated the team that attacked the teachers.

Wang Xiaohu particularly likes to look up information and recite. What information does he look up?
He memorized information about various musical instruments, from their range to their places of origin, including the materials and brands of the instruments.

He has the same style as when he played King of Glory and PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds back then. He memorized the CDs of hero skills and the full names and introductions of various firearms.

It can be said to be exactly the same.

Relying on the large amount of musical instrument introductions in his mind, Wang Xiaohu made Tang Xiaoxing look at him with new eyes. This male classmate is really amazing.

Afterwards Wang Xiaohu was very proud. He thought he had enough knowledge about these musical instruments, including their appearance, sound and so on.

But today he discovered that every musical instrument had a masked messenger, not to mention how to control it.

For example, the flute, which he remembered as having a high and bright sound, would also become dim.

For example, a wooden violin can produce a metallic-like plucked sound.

For example, when the trumpet plays lyrically, it seems like other instruments really have nothing to do.

Listening and watching closely, it seemed that the inherent impression of each instrument in his mind was broken.

This wonderful feeling was like one day he suddenly discovered that there was another way to play the game character he was familiar with, which made him itchy, but he knew that he was not able to master it all.

Not to mention that all these novel sound effects appeared in combination.

There was a piece of oboe and flute ensemble that made him want to cry. Perhaps it was the spark created by the friction between the musical instruments.

He should really understand these instruments instead of just remembering them in his mind as the countdown of his skill CD.

Wang Xiaohu began to believe that every musical instrument has some kind of transcendent life.

Music.

To be precise, it should be listening to music live, up close, on the stage.

Although he did not follow the music, Wang Xiaohu was always immersed in it.

Every time he heard a moving passage, he felt like he was baptized by the music.

It's completely different from listening to a CD, and it's also different from listening to it from the audience. This is something you can only feel when you're standing on the stage.

When the music is played in present continuous tense, it is like the magic brush Ma Liang painting on the spot, and the performers perform their respective parts on the spot under the guidance of the conductor.

Then the music came alive.

So amazing.

Those details that appear naturally seem to be full of vitality, a vitality that people can feel with their eyes and breath.

From nothing to something, in just a few seconds, a moving piece of music came into the world. It's so beautiful.

Music is simply the most wonderful thing in this world.

Wang Xiaohu doesn't think he is exaggerating.

Rehearsal chapter.

Wang Xiaohu felt a little regretful about this.

Even though he had felt so much, he still felt a little regretful.

He thought he could watch up close how Uncle Fang communicated with the musicians through language.

Most of the rehearsal scenes he could find on the Internet were conducted by foreign conductors, and very few had Chinese subtitles. Some did not even have English subtitles. He did not even have a chance to pause and look up the dictionary.

However, Uncle Fang had almost no communication with the musicians in the second half, and even his conversation with the teacher was very brief.

He could understand that, apart from his fantasy rehearsal stage, perhaps rehearsals of excellent orchestras in reality should be like this, efficient and concise.

A look from the conductor is enough, and the musicians can give what the conductor wants at the first moment.

cool
It's really cool.

Besides feeling regretful, Wang Xiaohu also got to experience the first-hand perspective of a professional conductor rehearsing a professional orchestra. More importantly, he felt encouraged.

A kind of self-motivation from the bottom of his heart, this is the job he wants to do in the future.

Finally, when the music finally came to the end of the fourth movement, his eyes fell on the piano.

The teacher in front of the piano still looked cold, which formed a sharp contrast with the passionate sound of the piano at this moment.

Hehe, my teacher is still the coolest.

Thank you, teacher! When I have my own orchestra in the future, I promise that I will never ask you to take a plane to rehearse with another orchestra again!

As Fang Yongbo raised his hands slightly, the movements of all the musicians froze at this moment, and the second performance, which sounded perfect to Wang Xiaohu, ended just like that.

Clap clap clap.

At this moment, a solitary applause sounded from the audience.

Xiaoche turned her head suddenly and found that Uncle Yao Libin appeared not far behind her.

So we can applaud?
Xiao Che clapped her hands without hesitation, as she thought she was not allowed to applaud.

Then the concertmaster on the stage also applauded, and finally all the musicians applauded.

Fang Yongbo clapped his hands, and Wang Xiaohu followed suit.

Everyone looked towards the piano.

Li Anfuqin stood up and wiped the sweat off his face. He turned around, looked around with a smile, and then bowed to the musicians.

The success of this performance undoubtedly made Ang Lee feel more at ease. Every performance before going on stage is extremely important, and he was very satisfied with this performance.

He walked up to the concertmaster and shook hands with him. Then Li Ang walked to the podium. Fang Yongbo took the initiative to walk up to him, put his arm around his shoulders, and whispered a few words to him.

Because the applause was too loud, Wang Xiaohu couldn't hear clearly what Uncle Fang said, but he could see that the teacher was smiling happily.

Just then, the two adults turned to look at him at the same time.

As the applause gradually died down, it seemed that Wang Xiaohu became the focus of the stage again.

"How is it?" Fang Yongbo asked with a smile.

Wang Xiaohu wanted to say a lot, but what could he say? He sighed like an adult and continued:

"Shocking."

Fang Yongbo: "Do you like this feeling?"

Wang Xiaohu bared his teeth: "I like it!"

Under the warm yellow light, Xiaohuzi's eyes seemed to be emitting light and were full of determination.

This look made Fang Yongbo feel familiar. He then put his hands on his hips and smiled, "Come on, Wang Xiaohu. I hope that one day you can stand here again. I believe that day will come."

After Fang Yongbo finished speaking, the musicians' eyes on Wang Xiaohu changed again and again.

It turns out that the child who had been standing by the podium for more than an hour without moving was the Wang Xiaohu mentioned by Fangtou at the beginning.

Could it be
First he gave the baton, then he gave the message. Is Fangtou going to start training the next generation?
As everyone knows, Fangtou has never even given any master classes or lectures, and no one has ever heard that Fangtou has ever accepted any students.

Lucky little thing.

"Thank you, Uncle Fang! I believe it too!"

Before Wang Xiaohu finished speaking, he sat down on the ground. This scene really scared everyone on and off the stage.

"What's wrong!" Li An quickly came to Wang Xiaohu and squatted down, followed by Fang Yongbo. Xiao Che and Yao Libin also rushed to the edge of the stage.

But Wang Xiaohu's legs were just numb and he couldn't stand, it was a false alarm.

"You are such a stubborn kid." After hearing Wang Xiaohu's explanation, everyone was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Fang Yongbo shook his head and sighed, "I asked you to stand here, but I didn't say you couldn't move. Why don't you move? Why don't you just stand here like an idiot?"

Wang Xiaohu scratched his head: "Hehe."

Accompanied by the laughter of the musicians, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, Teacher Li An’s rehearsal for today ended successfully.

At the end, Li An suggested, "Shall I leave you a photo of the stage?"

Ang Lee’s idea was very simple. Now that he was here and on stage and had stood there for more than an hour, he decided to take a photo as a souvenir.

Fang Yongbo waved his hand upon hearing this, "Come on, come on, I just happened to hold your baton."

But Wang Xiaohu was so awesome!
What's going on? Li Anxin said, are you stupid?
"Teacher," Wang Xiaohu's expression suddenly became extremely serious, "I want to take a photo with Uncle Fang when I am truly capable of standing here with a baton."

Li An smiled: “.”

Xiaoche laughed: “.”

Yao Libin smiled: “.”

The first violinist Uncle Eyes pushed up his glasses and then gave a thumbs up.

"Okay." Fang Yongbo liked the little thing more and more. "If you have ambition, don't make me wait too long."

Wang Xiaohu: “Yeah!”

After saying this, Wang Xiaohu looked around reluctantly, bowed to the stage, then bowed to his Uncle Fang and teacher, then turned around and jumped off the stage.

Returning to the car and looking at the stage again, Wang Xiaohu felt as if he had completed a fantasy journey.

Just then, "Very handsome."

Huh? Wang Xiaohu turned around and saw another thumbs up in front of him.

Their eyes met, and Xiao Che smiled quietly, "I didn't expect you to reject the teacher's proposal. I am a little impressed by you."

"Hehe," Wang Xiaohu felt that everything was worth it. It was really great, great, great, great, great! !

"Phew," he said softly, "show me the pictures you took."

Xiaoche was stunned: "What?"

Wang Xiaohu was puzzled: "Didn't you take a photo just now?"

Xiaoche was even more confused: "No, didn't the teacher forbid us to take photos?"

Wang Xiaohu: "."

What a big loss!!!

Che Lin didn’t even take a photo for me as a souvenir! ! ! !
uncomfortable.

"Come on kids, let's go eat."

On the way to the restaurant, Wang Xiaohu and Li An were bickering, and Fang Yongbo suddenly interrupted: "Where were we talking about during the intermission?"

"Yes, it's your turn to do it the first time. Xiao Linzi."