As promised, Xiao Xianrou, will you play the suona in the haunted house?

Chapter 142: Be pragmatic and clarify the concept of art first
in the classroom.

Everyone stared at the weekend sitting in front of the piano with wide eyes.

A suona player is so brazen that he wants to play the piano in front of the teachers and students of the piano department. Is this a naked provocation?
Soon, under the gaze of everyone in the classroom, Weekend's fingers began to fly on the black and white keys.

The introduction is a rapid jump of ascending tone groups, which appears like raindrops in the classroom.

This introduction alone caused the classroom to instantly become silent, and all the students in the piano department became a little restless.

Wu Yu, who was standing next to Zhou Xing, his eyes widened in surprise, and his mouth opened wide enough to stuff an egg.

Even if the piano students here were to play this series of skipping notes, few would be able to play it better than they did over the weekend.

Not only is the graininess very clear, but every note is full of agility and interest, mixed with weird changes in sound patterns. Such a complex relationship was handled perfectly by the weekend.

As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

Most of the people here know how to play piano, so it can be seen that the piano level at the weekend has exceeded the level of Puyin's undergraduate students.

"What the hell, he really graduated from the modern department, not the piano department?"

"This series of skipping sounds makes me feel a little numb just listening to it, let alone playing it!"

"Listen carefully. There are so many changes in tone patterns in this introduction. It's so complicated!"

"Fortunately, it's not a piece in our textbook, otherwise it would definitely become a daily homework. Just writing various musical patterns would require vomiting blood."

"You told me he plays suona???"

Under the stage, students from the piano department exclaimed one after another.

For a suona player to be able to play the piano to this extent, it is really a bit overwhelming.

At the same time, the corners of Weekend's mouth raised slightly.

It's too early to be surprised now.

Immediately afterwards, after a brief introduction, the theme begins with a difficult two-tone melody, which requires very high coordination of the player's hands.

When ordinary players encounter this kind of situation, in order to avoid wrong notes, they will appropriately reduce the speed and concentrate on every detail.

But on weekends, at this time, his hand speed became even faster. His hands were almost flying on the keys, and the eyes in the audience couldn't keep up.

"Fuck, fuck! What kind of hand speed is this? I can't even keep up with my eyes."

"Forget it, there's not a single wrong sound!"

"Who the hell tells me that he plays suona again? I'm in trouble with him!"

"Just the alternation of this two-note melody, I bet even a graduate student might not be able to play it better than him!"

"Stop scolding, stop scolding, I am a graduate student, and I admit that I can't play this piece of music!"

"Damn it, who said he's not qualified to give master classes on weekends? Not to mention the master classes in the folk music department, I feel like he's qualified to give master classes in the piano department."

On the stage, Wu Yu, standing next to the piano, looked pale, with big beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

who am I? where am I?
Wu Yu felt his face was burning. He had just shown off his skills in front of the weekend!
I am afraid of comparison in everything. Without comparison, there will be no harm!
The song I played was simply child's play compared to the song "Wild Fire" from the weekend.

In the previous life of "Wild Fire" over the weekend, even Rachmaninoff once said that it was the most difficult etude in the world. Not only was it technically tricky, covering almost all the technical difficulties in piano, but it also required playing well. Fun.

Liszt can be called a virtuoso maniac, and you can see it from this piece.

At the same time, the song gradually came to an end, and the continuous skipping sound in the introduction appeared again.

Different from the smart and interesting introduction, this skipping melody becomes even weirder, making the listener feel a little uneasy. The two-note melody is like a quarrel, constantly crescendoing.

Then at the height of the quarrel, the will-o'-the-wisp burned out.

Is this gone?

When the last note disappeared, everyone in the audience wanted to curse. They were about to have a fight about the outcome. Are you going to end it?

This is even more hateful than reading a novel and encountering a broken dog!
Quiet.

The whole classroom became silent.

At the same time, Weekend stood up from his chair, looked at Wu Yu who looked dull and smiled slightly: "What do you think of this piece of music?"

Wu Yu finally recovered from the shock when he heard Zhou Xing's voice.

He was standing next to Zhou Xing just now and witnessed the whole process of Zhou Xing playing this piece of music. He felt it more deeply than others.

"I……"

In front of so many students in the classroom, Wu Yu had to say, no matter how against his will, "This piece is the most difficult piece of etude I have ever seen."

"Then do you think this piece of music can be considered art in your eyes?"

Killing hearts.

Wu Yu's face turned red immediately and he hesitated not knowing how to answer.

If you want to have the final say, it is equivalent to slapping yourself twice in the face with your own hands.

Not to mention, he is not that thick-skinned.

Fortunately, the weekend did not continue to embarrass Wu Yu. Instead, he patted him on the shoulder and said to everyone in the audience: "Art is not as sacred as everyone thinks."

"Who says funeral music can't be considered art?"

"In China, worshiping ancestors has been a tradition for thousands of years. Zuo Zhuan says that the most important thing in the country lies in worshiping and serving the army."

"In fact, even in the West, music originally served religion. It was born to promote doctrines and influence believers. How is this different from funeral music?"

In the classroom, everyone watched the lecture on the weekend, which started from the earliest religious music in the West, talked about various music forms in modern times, and talked about the ritual music of the Spring and Autumn Period of China and the current folk music.

He talked eloquently about ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, and gave a very vivid music history lesson to the students in the audience.

Those students who were initially prepared to come to play, now listened with interest and concentration. Occasionally, during the weekend lectures, some people took the initiative to give applause and support.

In fact, these things are not new, and the teachers in the school have talked about it a lot, but because of the song "Wild Fire" that dominated the audience at the weekend, the students put a layer of filters on when watching the weekend.

"It's ridiculous. We are the only ones who want to play a game. Not to mention the technical stuff, his knowledge of music history is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"Thanks to the weekend for making me realize how ignorant I really am."

"Stop talking. If you keep talking, I can't wait to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it."

"It's so embarrassing. You're just kicking around, and then you get slapped with the blame!"

After the class, the piano students in the classroom who were originally looking for trouble were completely impressed by the weekend.

In terms of technique, his song "Will-o'-the-Wisp" made everyone in the piano department unable to hold their heads up.

In terms of knowledge base, Zhou Zhou gave a clear and logical account of the thousands of years of music history in the East and the West.

In every way, the weekend made them feel ashamed.At this moment, the bell finally rang.

Jingle Bell.

Wu Yu, who had been standing on the stage for the entire class, breathed a sigh of relief and was finally free.

When he heard the bell ringing for the end of get out of class, he glanced at Wu Yu on weekends and finally said: "It's the same sentence, art is not so sacred, there is no distinction between elegance and vulgarity."

"Finally, I would like to send a message to all students. Be pragmatic and understand the concept of art first. Then when you think about performance and creation, I believe you will make new discoveries."

"Finally, thank you all. Today's master class ends here. get out of class is over!"

As soon as the words fell, the classroom was quiet for a second, and then bursts of applause broke out.

"Teacher Zhou!"

"Thank you Teacher Zhou!"

"Teacher Zhou is mighty!"

Suddenly, a student with a lively temper suddenly shouted "Teacher Zhou" from behind.

This sentence from Teacher Zhou is so sincere.

Immediately afterwards, other people stood up one after another, and each of them called "Teacher" with conviction.

Director Li from the Folk Music Department also smiled very happily and took the lead in standing up to applaud the weekend.

It can be said that he listened to this class with trepidation, fearing that a car accident would occur in class, but now it seems that weekend, with his own strength, has completely convinced these students who originally came to play.

This master class finally ended successfully.

"Thank you classmates!"

Seeing how enthusiastic everyone was on the weekend, I responded with a smile.

"Teacher worked hard!"

"get out of class is over, everyone, please go back, don't delay the next class!"

Seeing that the students in the classroom were reluctant to leave, I had no choice but to chase them away during the weekend, which forced the students to leave the classroom.

When the students in the classroom were almost gone, Director Li from the Folk Music Department excitedly stepped forward and held Zhou Zhou's hand tightly.

"Thank you for your hard work. Today's master class was more successful than I imagined!"

Next to Director Li, there was another middle-aged man with Mediterranean hair. At this time, he also took the initiative to introduce himself: "Hello weekend, I am He Hong, the chairman of the piano department."

"Hello, Director He!"

Weekend nodded and shook hands with He Hong.

"Wen Zhou, I have a merciless invitation..." He Hong said with some embarrassment as he looked at Wen Zhou.

"Director He, just say it directly!" Weekend said with a smile.

"It's like this. I want to treat the song "Wild Fire" that you just played as an extracurricular assignment for the piano department. I wonder if it's not convenient for you to authorize it?"

As the head of the piano department, Director He listened to this piece of music over the weekend more from a teaching perspective.

The piece "Will-o'-the-Wisp" is called the most difficult etude, covering almost all the difficult problems in piano technique.

When practicing this piece of music, teachers can clearly know where the students' weak points are, which can be said to be twice the result with half the effort for teachers' teaching.

From a teaching perspective, this piece of music is no less valuable than those famous pieces by Mozart and Beethoven.

"Of course it's convenient." Weekend nodded and said, "Puyin is also my alma mater. As a Puyin person, I am personally very happy to contribute to the education of my alma mater."

"Thank you!" When He Hong heard that Zhou Xing had agreed, he excitedly grabbed Zhou Xing's hand and shook it heavily a few times to express his gratitude.

"Lao He, what do you mean, you're poaching me in front of me, right?" Director Li of the Folk Music Department couldn't help but joked next to him, making the atmosphere more natural.

"Director, the meals in the cafeteria have been arranged."

At this time, the teaching assistant of the Folk Music Department walked up to Director Li and whispered a reminder.

"Yes, let's go eat first. You probably haven't eaten in the school cafeteria for a long time on weekends. I'll take you to savor the food in the alma mater cafeteria!"

Director Li of the Department of Folk Music blushed. He was poor and short of ambition. As the poorest department in Puyin, he could only afford to eat in the cafeteria on weekends.

"Thank you, Director Li. I really miss the school cafeteria."

I also agreed to it with dignity on the weekend and did not refuse Director Li's warm invitation.

Soon, a group of people arrived at Puyin Canteen, attracting many students to watch along the way.

"Hey, isn't that a celebrity weekend? The two heads of the folk music department and the piano department are actually accompanying me. What a grandeur!"

"When did Pu Yin fall to this level, being so groveling to a celebrity?"

"The one that released the funeral music album?"

"It's not him. He has been very popular on the Internet during this period. His name can often be seen on Weibo's hot search list."

"Tch, isn't he just a star!"

At this time, a piano student who had just finished a weekend master class suddenly became unhappy when he heard the comments around him.

"What's wrong with the celebrity? Are you eating at your house? What qualifications do you have to be so weird here!"

Piano students immediately protested against the weekend.

"Who are you saying is weird? What did I say? Didn't he release an album of funeral songs? I was right!"

The young people were so angry that they started arguing with each other without even saying a few words.

"What's wrong with funeral music? Our ancestors' music thousands of years ago was used for worship. It's called ritual music. Do you understand? You still look down on funeral music, ha!"

The student from the piano department saw that this person had a connotation of contempt in his words about the funeral music, so he immediately used what he said in class over the weekend to severely refute the other person.

This was the peak lunch period, and the piano department had the largest number of students in Puhai Conservatory of Music. At this time, there were other piano students passing by in the cafeteria.

After listening to the weekend master class, these piano students had a great change in their impression of the weekend. When they heard the two of them quarreling here, many people immediately came up to attack them.

"Who despises funeral music at the weekend?"

"Funeral music is the most elegant music!"

"You look down on weekend funeral music now. Maybe after you die, your family will have to pay someone to play "The Big Funeral"."

Seeing the piano students passing by joining forces and complaining about the weekend, this person suddenly blushed and ran away in shame.

(End of this chapter)