Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 928 188. The Piano Girl's Scabbard

"But it's not like I want them to hear it."

Faced with Xiaoche's self-righteous tone, Li An didn't know what to say for a moment.

His original intention was just to tease Xiaoche, but he never expected that Xiaoche would give him such a response.

After a moment, "Okay, then you decide the song yourself, just make sure it's not too short."

After saying this, Ang Lee turned his attention back to the stage and ignored the two children.

As Midori's rehearsal ended, the musicians also ended their work for the day.

Everyone put away their instruments and prepared to go off work, and then they saw Fang Yongbo waving to the audience.

"Go ahead." Li An turned and said to the car.

"Yeah." Xiao Che had already taken off his coat. He stood up, rubbed his hands, and walked towards the stage.

As soon as the car left, Wang Xiaohu moved his butt over and leaned close to Li An's ear: "Teacher, what is she playing?"

"How would I know? She didn't say." Li An thought for a moment and said, "I guess she wants to play Mazurka."

Wang Xiaohu also thought about it: "I guess she wants to play a nocturne."

Li An: “It’s not impossible.”

Wang Xiaohu: "Hey."

Li An: "What are you laughing at?"

Wang Xiaohu: "I am looking forward to it. Teacher, aren't you looking forward to it?"

Li An: “Look forward to it too.”

Eh? What do you mean by looking forward to it? Is the teacher having some emotional problems?

Wang Xiaohu was somewhat dissatisfied with the teacher's attitude. "Teacher, we were very excited when you played."

Li An smiled when he heard this.

Seeing that the teacher didn't say anything, Wang Xiaohu asked again: "Teacher, are you okay?"

Li An: "What can I do?"

Wang Xiaohu smirked: "Are you feeling pressured because Aunt Meidao plays the guitar so well?"

Li An exclaimed, "You guessed it all."

Wang Xiaohu thought to himself, who am I? I noticed something was wrong with you, luckily I found out!

Then Brother Xiaohu lowered his voice and said, "Teacher, you don't have to feel stressed. This auntie looks much older than you."

Ang Lee: "."

Wang Xiaohu continued, "Teacher, I just checked Aunt Mei's information. She has given more than 200 concerts around the world."

Li An was not sure: "That's a lot."

Wang Xiaohu: "So teacher, don't be discouraged."

Li An: ".Thank you."

Wang Xiaohu: "Hey, hey, what did Uncle Fang and Che Lin say?"

Ang Lee was also paying attention to the stage. He didn't know what Fang Yongbo said, but he kept waving his hands.

on the stage.

"No need, Uncle Fang. I can play it directly."

Considering that Xiaoche hadn't touched the piano for two days, Fang Yongbo wanted Xiaoche to warm up his hands first, but Xiaoche refused.

"Okay, then you can watch it yourself. The piano will be in your hands for the rest of the time."

"Yeah," Xiaoche nodded, and then walked towards the piano amid many curious gazes.

What a big piano.

I have played some grand pianos, but this is the first time that Xiaoche has sat in front of such a huge grand piano.

The golden Steinway logo sparkles under the light, and the lustrous black body of the piano exudes classical majesty.

Is this what it feels like to be on the big stage?

It doesn't seem to feel any different.

But the piano in front of me is really beautiful.

After admiring the piano in front of him, Xiaoche couldn't help but turn his head and look around.

Including the stage above your head.

Since this morning, she had been curious about what such a large stage would look like. However, after looking around, she did not find any difference between this place and the stage of the Red Building Concert Hall.

It seems that there is nothing special about this place except its size.

Xiao Che, who was sitting in front of the piano and looking around, had no idea that her actions had successfully attracted the attention of many people.

Everyone already knew that the two children accompanying today were both students of Ang Lee. At first, everyone thought that this short-haired girl was here to play the piano.

But he doesn't look like he's going to play the piano at all. It feels like he came here just to visit the stage, and all he needs is a camera to take some pictures.

"What is Che Lin doing?"

Brother Tiger was puzzled by her confusing behavior in front of the piano, "Why isn't she playing?"

"She might be more curious about this stage." Li Anxin smiled. This girl is really something.

Wang Xiaohu frowned: "What's there to be curious about? Isn't this the case on all stages?"

Li An's heart moved slightly, and then he sighed: "She might be curious about why the stage is like this."

Wang Xiaohu was even more confused: "What's so good about this——"

"when."

At this moment, a clear sound of a piano seemed to add a half-stop to Wang Xiaohu's words.

The small cart in front of the piano moved without any warning, even though the teacher and student in the audience had clearly never left the piano.

Ang Lee: F minor.

Wang Xiaohu swallowed: Sonata.

Fang Yongbo: Beethoven.

As the sound of the piano rang out, all eyes at the scene once again focused on the figure in front of the piano.

In an instant, the whole place was silent, leaving only the surging piano above the stage, creating a wave of sound ready to be unleashed.

At this moment, no one dared to look down on this short-haired girl in simple clothes.

A minute ago, who would have thought that this girl who looked completely worldly could make the entire hall as quiet as a concert with just a few bars of performance.

The musicians stopped packing up their instruments, and Fang Yongbo and the band leader also stopped talking.

Wang Xiaohu stared without moving.

Ang Lee looked relaxed, as if the clear piano music in his ears could sweep away all his worries.

Beethoven's Sonata No. 1 in F minor, Op. 2.

It is the beginning of Beethoven's tribute to Mozart, and also the first piece that Xiaoche prepared for the Xiaoxiao Competition.

Although the competition required playing only one fast movement, Li An chose the fourth movement as the competition piece for Xiao Che, but Xiao Che still practiced all four movements of the piece.

Ang Lee really didn't expect that Xiao Che would choose to play this piece from the first movement on today's occasion.

Because of the focus of preparation, Ang Lee only spent a small amount of energy on the first three movements of the carousel, and he put all his attention on the last fourth movement.

After this piece of music, Xiaoche put all his energy into the Chopin works that he had to play.

It has been a long time since I heard Xiaoche play the first movement in F minor. When I heard it suddenly, Ang Lee felt that it was a bit fresh and at the same time a bit happy. What was fresh was of course what I hadn't heard for a long time, and what pleased him was Xiaoche's treatment.

It has happened in several places, and Xiaoche handled it all by himself. He didn't tell Xiaoche about it.

The child has grown up again.

Ang Lee must give affirmation on this point.

The contrasting treatment of the main motives at the beginning is very imaginative.

The main chord and the broken chords are played in short staccato notes with precise rhythm and solid sound, setting the speed tone for the entire song right from the beginning.

It forms a sharp contrast with the secondary dominant seventh chord that only corresponds to the downward direction, making the music passionate and fierce in its horizontal development.

The objective analysis from Ang Lee's perspective explains well why the scene became quiet as soon as the car was taken action.

The ears of most people present had long been numbed by the "luxury" level live performances. As the top performing group in China, Guangzhou Jiaotong University has collaborated with many musicians in every corner of the world.

These people with discerning ears have heard all kinds of performances and would not pay any attention to ordinary performances.

But they were still amazed by the small figure in front of the piano.

If a young performer were sitting in front of the piano at this moment, everyone would say that he is not yet up to par.

But she's just a little girl.

She was a little girl who most people initially thought had never seen the world.

A little girl who had never seen the world could create such movement just by waving her hands. This strong contrast brought an extremely subtle sensory experience to everyone.

The scene before their eyes was so vivid, so vivid that it made these professional musicians temporarily put down their work and return to music.

This kid is really amazing. The first violinist pushed his glasses. No wonder he appears here.

Fang Yongbo: "Thirteen years old, how about that?"

The chief uncle sighed: "The young are formidable."

Fang Yongbo: "How about Bi Mingrui?"

At this, the chief uncle looked towards the piano again, and saw the short-haired girl with an indifferent expression. At first glance, she seemed to be immersed in the music, but the next second she seemed to be detached from the music, making her elusive.

Only the body that rises and falls with the breathing and the ten fingers that leap on the piano keys always maintain a harmony with the music.

His playing skills were clearly beyond his age, yet they seemed natural.

"Mingrui is a little bit immature in comparison." The chief uncle gave the answer.

Fang Yongbo laughed: "Mingrui is already fifteen."

The chief uncle stared at the piano for a while and said, "Mingrui's condition is not as good as this child's. However, in terms of technique, we need to listen to this child play other pieces."

Fang Yongbo looked at the car for a moment and said, "Che Lin's skills are not as good as Ming Rui's."

The chief uncle didn't say it directly just now, "Che Lin, as the name suggests, is neat and tidy."

Fang Yongbo calculated: "Mingrui will be sixteen on June 1st, just in time."

Chief Uncle: “Hmm?”

Fang Yongbo: "If nothing goes wrong, the two children will meet in the spring."

The chief uncle was moved: "Xiao Xiaosai."

Fang Yongbo nodded: "Their ages are exactly the same and they are assigned to the same group. Mingrui is definitely the oldest in the group, and Chelin is probably the youngest."

Chief Uncle: "Mingrui has been clamoring to participate in the high school competition. I'm afraid he will meet an opponent this time."

Fang Yongbo: "Let's wait and see. There are quite a few good little guys in this year's Xiao Xiao race."

The chief uncle smiled and changed the subject: "Are you going to accept students too?"

Fang Yongbo glanced at Wang Xiaohu in the audience and smiled, "He has a teacher."

As the third movement ended, the arrival of the fourth movement brought the atmosphere to a small climax again.

The conversation between Fang Yongbo and the chief uncle was also forced to end due to the powerful arpeggios of the piano.

The left hand climbs back and forth quickly on the keyboard, and lands with a clear destination, creating a wave with every keystroke.

Midori quickened her pace and just caught up with this scene.

After the rehearsal, she went back to the backstage lounge to collect her instruments and change her clothes. After finishing all the finishing work, she took out her cell phone and prepared to take a break.

Then she heard the sound of piano coming from the front, which sounded like Beethoven's piano works.

At first she didn't feel anything special, but the more she listened, the more interesting it became.

She certainly noticed that this movement was supposed to be a minuet, and what interested her was that the performer played the first sentence more regularly when it returned as the third sentence than when it first appeared.

It’s as if the last appearance is the original form of the movement, and looking back at the sentence that first appeared, it gives people the feeling that it has undergone development and change.

This reverse treatment not only made her feel interesting, but also made her put on the shoes involuntarily.

She wanted to go to the scene to see who was playing, and in fact she guessed it was Ang Lee.

Mei Daoli has a very high opinion of Li Ang, a young Chinese performer.

As a newcomer to the industry, the fact that he dares to break tradition and try new performance paths on a large stage is admirable enough.

Most of the young performers she had met who had just received a major performance contract for the first time tried to imitate the performance of the older generation in order to have a safe debut.

Meidao can understand the behavior of young people. After all, opportunities are rare and no one wants to take the risk of ruining the show.

She had no reason to criticize this conservative choice, and she even personally believed that choosing conservatism was a good strategy.

So in comparison, Li Ang's refusal to accept conservatism as a newcomer impressed her.

What's even more rare is that when she first heard Ang Lee play the Op. 2, she realized that this young man seemed to instinctively be able to play a pleasant sound that could awaken other people's souls.

In Ang Lee's brilliant and ever-changing brilliance, she felt that time had slowed down.

Listening to Ang Lee's cadenza is like a spiritual journey guided by spirituality.

Just now when she walked out of the lounge, she seemed to hear that feeling again, and she was almost certain that it must be Ang Lee playing at this moment.

But when she walked to the backstage entrance, she saw a slender girl sitting in front of the piano on the stage outside the door.

She couldn't help but stop and shrug her shoulders. It was unexpected but not so unexpected. She almost immediately followed the music and her figure rising and falling in front of the piano.

Everything was so natural, just like how Beethoven's Allegro was supposed to be, giving him a sense of déjà vu.

Aunt Meidao suddenly remembered that Li An came to see her during the intermission, and Commander Fang said that two of Li An’s students were also present today.

There is only one child left in the audience at this moment, and the one in front of you is another student of Ang Lee.

It turned out to be the case.

Excellent students, excellent teachers, Aunt Mei gave her evaluation again in her heart.

As the piano played dense notes like a rainstorm, the whole hall seemed to become quieter.

The little car in front of the piano had no idea that she was the only focus of the scene at this moment.

It was as if she was sitting alone in this huge concert hall performing, and the only thing she had eyes for was the piano in her hands.

The notes that kept coming to her mind as she performed with all her heart.

The notes had already filled her brain, and only a few trivial pieces of information popped up in front of her eyes before she started playing the first movement.

Like why she didn't choose to warm up.

Because the teacher told her that the purpose of arranging her to go on stage this time was to let her feel the venue and environment of the competition.

Since it is a simulated competition scene, there is naturally no warm-up session.

"when!"

He put his hands down again, and a bright breeze instantly enveloped the entire stage.

Like a sword about to be unsheathed.