Super entertainment red envelope

Chapter 481 "Flight of the Wild Bee"!
Evening, seven o'clock.

Inside the Berklee College of Music, in the world-famous Boston Symphony Hall, the audience has already entered and sat down.

In addition to teachers and students, a large part of them are music lovers outside the school.

The Boston Symphony Hall has performances almost every day. Even if there are no concerts, there are also various music performances organized by students, such as jazz performances, band performances, and Hip-hop performances.

The locals are used to this kind of life. In addition to students and professors from Harvard and MIT, as well as residents, there are also tourists from other places who come to enjoy the performance.

Nakaju Yuto's Japanese music style is not particularly unusual for the audience. RB music has a certain market in the United States. Coupled with this kind of pure music, there are still many people who like it.

Li Zhifan and Song Song sat on the far left side of the auditorium, and beside them were Thomas, Tange Ken and Nakai Yuto's accompanying assistant, that is, the white German man he met at the bar on the first night, named Daniel.

The design of the Boston Symphony Hall makes it very easy to perform concerts here, because there are no speakers and microphones, and the notes are transmitted by the scientific architectural sound field in the entire hall, so only Daniel is required to play the piano on the stage, and Thomas and Daniel are in charge. off-site affairs.

Yuto Nakai's first work is a playful rondo-style piano piece, in which RB's unique music mode makes everyone feel like they are in an anime.

No one made any noise in the audience, even though Thomas grinned happily, he didn't laugh at all, he just gave Tange a thumbs up, and shook his head slightly flatteringly.

Ken Tange squinted his eyes halfway, caught sight of Thomas's movements from the corner of his eye, raised his head higher, and couldn't hide his complacency.

Li Zhifan originally wanted to come here earlier, taking advantage of the time before the opening to communicate with the master, but he didn't expect that Tange Ken was really on time, stepped in a little bit, and the opening started as soon as he was seated, resulting in no chance to speak.

But Li Zhifan and Song Song nodded to him, but he pretended not to see it, which made them depressed for a while.

One after another, the music floated in the hall, and one note after another penetrated into everyone's ears.

Immersed in the music, before I knew it, it was time for Li Zhifan to play.

Nakaju Yuto got up from the piano, bowed to the audience, and received warm applause from everyone.

After getting up again, he said: "The next halftime, I will give it to a young pianist from China, Mr. Li Zhifan, to bring you two pieces composed by himself."

The applause sounded again, Li Zhifan walked from the side of the stage to the center of the stage, shook hands with Nakaju Youdou, then turned around and bowed slightly to the audience, walked to the piano and took a seat.

The audience in the audience looked at Li Zhifan curiously. Some people recognized him in different ways, some because of his music, some because of his movies, and some Chinese students recognized his star status.

Li Zhifan sat in front of the piano, raised his head slightly at a forty-degree angle, and closed his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to touch the keys of the piano, and the audience looked at him expectantly, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Dangdang Dangdang! Dangdang Dangdang!"

All of a sudden, Li Zhifan made a sudden move, and struck down the eight weight-bearing chord notes heavily.

The whole audience suddenly felt their pores open, and their senses were pulled to the bottom of the valley from the soothing and light Japanese music of Yuto Nakai before.

Just these two simple sections made many people sweat.

Tange Ken's slightly squinted eyes widened in vain, and he looked at Li Zhifan on the stage with an empty head.

But Thomas frowned. The "Turkish March" he had heard didn't start like this?
The next second he thought again: Li Zhifan wouldn't change his mind temporarily, right?

On the poster outside, he posted this piece. Many piano majors came here for this piece. They thought Zhongju Youdou was going to play it, but they didn't expect Li Zhifan to do it himself.

The two bars played by Li Zhifan are taken from the first movement of Beethoven's Symphony No. 55 in E flat major "Eroica", Op. [-]. These two short notes are the prelude to this piece that directly makes the audience addicted.

Of course he will not play the "Eroica" here, such a big piece, the piano solo is not good, and there is not enough time, he just does it to attract everyone's soul.

After a few seconds of silence, Li Zhifan played a slightly sad tune slowly.

This piece is called "Swan Goose", which is a long tune of Huaxia MGZ. It has been adapted by many musicians, so it is not new to Li Zhifan. Come out and enter his world.

"Swan Goose" does not take a long time, maybe less than 1 minute.

One minute later, Li Zhifan left a breath for the audience to let everyone concentrate for a while, and then played "Turkish March" very quickly.

The moment the song played, Li Zhifan heard the sound of the audience breathing heavily.

That little bit of onlooker perception penetrated deeply into his mind.

"This effect is what I want!"

Li Zhifan smiled in his heart, his head raised even higher. If he hadn't closed his eyes, everyone might think he was staring at the ceiling.

The previous piano piece by Nakaju Youdou could make everyone close their eyes and feel it slowly, but this piece of piano piece by Li Zhifan, no one could close their eyes, and everyone was so hard to calm down that they even wanted to leave their seats.

Thomas smiled and gave a thumbs up too.

Song Song folded his arms and looked at the stage with a smile. As a Chinese musician, his back straightened up instantly.

But Tange Ken retracted into the chair and kept watching the watch timekeeping.

However, this detail fell into Song Song's eyes. Song Song, who had been in the society for many years, suddenly understood Tange Ken's thoughts, and the original reverence fell apart in an instant. He glanced at him with disdain and continued to look at the stage.

"Turkish March" is actually just a piece of music that sounds interesting and difficult at first glance, but after you get familiar with it, basically a student majoring in piano performance can easily master it.

So Li Zhifan can only play with the speed here. He believes that there must be students who have practiced this piano piece, and he must not show weakness in front of them no matter what.

Moreover, Li Zhifan performed on stage this time with an attitude of obeying his own heart, so the arrangement of these 10 minutes was all based on his inner senses.

After a piece of "Turkish March", Li Zhifan did not stop playing, this time he continued playing only half a beat.

This is the second piano piece he has prepared, called "Flight of the Bumblebee".

It is also a particularly difficult piece, also known as "The Flight of the Bumblebee", which was created by the Russian composer Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov at the end of the nineteenth century.

Based on Pushkin's poem of the same name, the opera "The Story of King Satan", in which the first scene of the third act is the soundtrack created to describe the situation where the prince transforms into a bumblebee attacking two villains.

Due to the extremely fast melody of this song, later generations often choose this song as a performance skill for piano, violin and other instruments.

If Li Zhifan's playing just now made everyone's pores open and sweating all over, this piece of music has completely made the audience's whole body drenched in sweat.

Just looking at his hands, it is extraordinary, like a piece of fireflies in the night, dotted the night, but also eye-catching.

The students of those majors stared at Li Zhifan's ten fingers in surprise. They were so fast that they couldn't see them at all. But if there is a camera now, slow down the speed three times and watch it for them, they will find that Li Zhifan His finger movements completely violated the norms of anthropology. The standard fingerings for piano playing that everyone is familiar with are all abandoned here, and every key becomes abnormal.

At the same time, what attracted attention was Li Zhifan's passionate movements.

Compared with Lang Lang, Li Zhifan is much more reserved, dancing all over his body without exaggeration, but in this world, his body language is already very exaggerated, as if he is about to jump up and leave the piano at any time.

One question after another arises in everyone's mind:

"Can you still play the piano like this?"

"It's too fast! I can't even see his fingering!"

"Every note is clean and neat, without muddling, without the slightest delay, and it falls clearly in the ears. It's really a perverted technique!"

"With such a level of pianist, why doesn't he become a professor at the conservatory of music? He actually went to work in the entertainment circle?"

"..."

Everyone excitedly clenched their fists and put their hands on their chests, ready to clap at any time.

However, Li Zhifan didn't intend to stop. When the notes gradually slowed down and faded in the middle, they suddenly started to become more intense like climbing a hill, and became more and more passionate and paradoxical.

"This level, without 20 years of hard work, how could it be possible to practice?" Song Song muttered in his heart, moving his fingers on his thighs at the speed of Li Zhifan's playing the piano, but he is not a piano major, and his hand skills are zero. After two taps, Li Zhifan had knocked out more than a dozen times.

"This song... this music... this speed..." Tange Jian opened his mouth wide, straightened up, looked at Li Zhifan on the stage in disbelief, and murmured, "He...how is it possible? The creation is amazing, if this guy was born in the seventeenth century, he would definitely be the god of music admired by the world now!"

Suddenly, Tangejian felt that he was a little funny. Thinking of his obstruction and disdain for Li Zhifan's appearance before, a deep sense of self-blame and guilt arose spontaneously.

Looking back at myself, what is a real music artist and what is a music dealer, the contrast is obvious!

"teacher!"

Nakaju Yuto didn't know when he appeared beside Tange's gym, his eyes seemed to contain this sentence - "Now you understand how I felt at that time, don't you?"

But what he said was: "Teacher, I think this kind of piano music is worth pursuing and playing!"

Tange Jian cracked the corners of his mouth, unable to smile, turned his head and continued to look at Li Zhifan on the stage.

The sound of music is like energy enclosed in a maze, colliding back and forth, fighting fiercely back and forth. In the sound field of this hall, it seems that there are really billions of wasps frantically coming and going.

The sound of the strings being struck, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, became more and more violent. Just at the very moment, there was a burst of chaos, as if the magnetic field around him was blasted, and the sound wave was mixed with a strong air current, coming head-on .

After Li Zhifan broke out, he stopped.

Opening his eyes, he took a slow breath, then stood up and walked to the stage, bowing to the audience.

The audience only recalled it at this time, it seemed that Li Zhifan had his eyes closed from the beginning to the end, and did not glance at the piano keyboard at all.

This is no different from blind bullets. I didn't expect him to be so powerful!

Li Zhifan's ten fingers trembled slightly, just like a person's stomach shaking after running 3000 meters.

However, his trembling was not only because he played too fast and couldn't stop due to inertia, but also because of the little excitement in his heart.

It turns out that it is such a happy thing to do something as you like, without worrying about any distracting thoughts.

"thank you all!"

Li Zhifan said to the following audience: "Welcome Zhongju Youdou again!"

He spoke these few words in English, and immediately turned around to leave the stage after he finished speaking, and Yuto Nakai just came up from the side of the stage.

Zhongju Youdou had already changed into a suit, and after shaking hands with Li Zhifan, he did not go back to the piano in the agreed order, but took Li Zhifan's hand and walked to the stage and said to the audience: "Let me introduce again, this This is a young pianist from China, Mr. Li Zhifan!"

The audience just came back to their senses at this time, and some even noticed that Li Zhifan was standing in front of the stage.

The applause was loud, and it could be heard that everyone was clapping their hands desperately, like running water for free, clattering.

"Thank you! Thank you again everyone!"

Li Zhifan had no choice but to bow again, then patted Nakaju Youdou on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the side of the stage.

……

"Huh!" Returning to the seats under the stage, Li Zhifan shook his hands and let out a big sigh of relief.

Song Song whispered: "Brother, you are so awesome! You are really embarrassing us Chinese people!"

"So-so!" Li Zhifan smiled, "There are many masters in this world!"

"That's something outside of this concert hall. Now all I know is that you are the best in this venue!"

Song Song said, pouted his lips towards Jian Danxia, ​​"The old man RB is not indifferent, but he looks down on us at all, hehe, look at him now, his face is swollen!"

Li Zhifan glanced at Dan Xiajian, and happened to meet his gaze. Dan Xiajian smiled unnaturally, and immediately turned his head and continued on the stands.

"No such thing, right? Why do you think so?" Li Zhifan asked Song Song in doubt.

"Here……"

Song Song was about to speak when Thomas suddenly came over with a bottle of unscrewed water, and smiled obsequiously: "Zhifan, come and drink some water! Are you tired?"

"Uh, it's okay!" Li Zhifan took the water and took a sip. This sip suddenly made him thirstier, so he raised his neck and drank it all.

(End of this chapter)