King of Classical Music

At the end of the first day of the formal course, Professor Akade gave a task: flush all the photos they had taken during the past few days, and wait until all the photos were finished, then bring them to him. .

In fact, this thing was very strange from the beginning. Now the ccd and cmos digital technology is so powerful, but in the full-frame SLR camera carried by Professor Akade, it is still used as tape, not digital chip.

Although I didn’t understand Professor Akkad’s intentions, in the following day, when he really washed out the hundreds of photos, he looked at the beautiful scenery and even himself. The appearance of laughing and laughing, the sudden shock in my heart... Then I understood it.

Professor Akade said that he lived a little dead and was not enough to release himself.

So... the reason why I have to take him to play around in these days is actually to let him completely release his nature.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but reveal a helpless smile, but there was a warmth in my heart: Although my teacher looked old-fashioned, tempered and weird, in fact... really cute.

When he held the photo carefully packed with the photo album and returned to the piano room, he saw Professor Akade holding a few scores at a glance, sitting on the sofa and not knowing what to look at.

The large, clean floor-to-ceiling windows are designed to the south, and the warm and bright eyes shine through the glass, and the interior of the house is warm. He walked to the sofa and gently placed the photo album on the table. At this time, Professor Akade noticed him.

The professor flipped over the thick photo album at random, then looked up and looked at it with a sigh of relief: "Well, the flushing is good, the level of the small seven photos and the photos are very good, then we will have more Go out and have fun."

When I heard this, I happened to be sitting on the sofa opposite Professor Akade. Suddenly listening to the other person said that he could only cry and tear his hands and tears: "Teacher, I really don't know much about this line... or, will you take a photo later?"

"Small seven, let you take pictures of the teacher, are you still not happy?"

After the two laughed a few words, Professor Akade finally put down the album in his hand and looked up. The serious old man was squinting at the moment, looking at the young man sitting oppositely, and he solemnly asked: "When washing these photos... Do you feel anything?"

I heard the words, hooked my lips and replied: "Yes, I feel... I can also be forced to play so happy by the teacher."

"..."

After meditation three times in the heart, "Don't care with the children," Professor Akade snorted coldly and said, "You have a feeling of yourself. I have a song here. I think this song should be familiar to you. But I hope that after two weeks I can hear you playing a different version of the song, which is quite different from the previous one."

Awkwardly, I asked, "What is the teacher?"

Akkad handed the score that had just been put to the side, and the latter immediately took it. He opened the spectrum that blocked the name of the song and looked at it. He looked up at Professor Akkad in amazement, and saw that the latter was making a bad smile, saying: "Paganini's op.1no.24, No. 24 Capriccio."

I saw a black and white swashe on the cover of the white piano.

"temaconvariazioni".

When Master Feller introduced Professor Akkad, he specifically emphasized: "This is a very skillful child. His grasp of rhythm and tone is very accurate, especially in playing Paganini's tune. At that time, the technique was very beautiful and smooth, and his perception of music was unique and very creative."

When he learned that Master Feller would recommend himself to Professor Akkad, his first reaction was: "Pagnen of the present."

Professor Akade has recorded many albums in his life, among which the 24 Capriccios he recorded are the most outstanding. The master often plays these 24 songs in many concerts. His deep feelings about Paganini's essays are probably standing at the top of his life.

But... oh, I don’t understand what Professor Akade had before.

"Teacher... What is a different version? Do you want me to adapt this song?" After thinking for a long time, I can only ask such a question.

Professor Akkad nodded directly and said: "I didn't say that at the end of the Baiai concert last week, I hope that you can practice and adapt a song? This is the first one. I hope to hear a new innovation. No. 24, not the same as before. Xiao Qi, you have to integrate yourself into this song and tell me after two weeks that you have pulled out something."

Such a task is very difficult for you, but he is not afraid.

I saw the golden light shining through the window, shining on the face of the young and handsome young man. He nodded lightly and said softly: "Well, teacher, I will work hard."

I am very good at Paganini's songs - this is something that many people know.

But being good at it doesn't mean that every song is very proficient. Unfortunately, this No. 24 Capriccio is just a very familiar one. If Professor Akade lets him play off the spectrum directly, then he can do it immediately. but……

I want him to make an adaptation, but it really makes you feel awkward.

Because it is too familiar, so close your eyes, the melody of the song can be heard in the ear, which is really a fierce roadblock for the adaptation he is about to do, so that he does not know how to be good for a while.

The situation is so stagnant and has not moved forward. He looked at the blank sheet music for two days, and took it up and down from time to time to practice, but there is still no clue.

Probably because he was too immersed in the song, he was unable to extricate himself. When he returned to the apartment the next night, he was rubbing his hair out of the bathroom and suddenly heard his cell phone slamming. He went to the desk and picked up his mobile phone, only to find that he had received five or six text messages and one missed call.

戚暮 Hurry and open the latest text message, and when he saw the sender, he suddenly stopped.

Hey: [What happened? See the letter back. 】

I read the text message before I opened it again, only three hours ago -

闵琛: [How are you? 】

After half an hour -

Hey: [Is it busy? 】

After another half an hour -

闵琛: [戚暮? 】

The next two text messages were almost exactly stuck in the half-hour time.

[? 】

【what happened? 】

After another half an hour, the other party simply made a phone call, and at that time, he was taking a shower in the bathroom, and naturally he did not hear it. I did not expect that this man would be so patient, even sent so many text messages.

Reluctantly smiled, hurriedly returned to the text message past: [Sorry, I have been thinking about the song this afternoon, the phone is shaking, did not notice. I have nothing to do. 】

Not long after, the text message over there came back: [Well. 】

After a while, it was another text message: [What song? 】

I thought about it, or sent the past to Professor Akad’s task: [Paganini’s No. 24 Capriccio, the teacher hopes that I can make some innovations and changes. 】

发送 After sending this message, I canceled the vibration of the phone and continued to wipe the wet hair with my hair. He wiped his hair in the mirror while he secretly thought: When is the hair so long?

Didn't let the lingering think for a long time, a ring of mobile phone rings suddenly screamed, squatting slightly, and then quickly went to the table. After seeing the flashing name, he immediately picked up the phone: "Hey?"

The low-magnetic male voice followed the electric wave and passed through the entire English Channel from distant London: "Well. Is the adaptation requirement high?"

I didn't expect the other party to call to ask this sentence, squatting, and then helplessly laughed: "The teacher did not give any request, just hope that I will give him a different song in two weeks, I am both I don’t know what the difficulty is, I don’t know the difficulty, maybe... very high?”

After hearing the sly answer, I was silent for a long time.

Seeing the other side did not seem to return, he said: "But these two days really made me wonder how to start, I have adapted a few songs before, but never played this classic track. So... some stunned Let's go."

After a short silence, he whispered, "Is it convenient for you?"

The problem made him stunned. He looked around and smiled and replied: "I am in the apartment, should it be convenient?"

"Well, I am in the piano room."

Hey: "...?"

"I have a piano room in this house in London."

"..."

In my mind, I flashed through the words of the former members of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra. Rumors: There are more than a dozen Stanway nine-foot grand pianos in the Bertram family. At first, although I heard it in my ear, I just thought of it as a joke, but...

It turned out that there is also a piano room in London...

It seems that a dozen or so are also very likely...

I didn’t notice the strange silence on the other side. There were a few crisp piano sounds on the other side. I didn’t let you wait for a while, and whispered the voice, saying: “The piano music of No. 24 is very famous. If you are convenient, you can listen to the piano version first."

He was thinking about refusing, but suddenly recalled what Professor Akade said, "The one you have, you never have." So he had to accept the good intentions of the other party and said with a smile: "Okay, really. sorry to bother you."

But for a moment, a very fast piano sound came out of the phone. This is a dance-like dance, as if it is a dramatic twist, very dramatic and conflicting.

I can imagine the man at the end of the phone, dancing his fingers at the moment, moving quickly on the black and white double keys.

Even the best piano sounds are transmitted through the electric waves, there are some sound deviations, mixed with weak current sound. But even then, it can't weaken the elegance of this piano sound.

After Liszt adapted Paganini's "No. 24 Capriccio" into a piano piece, this piece became a favorite of many piano geniuses. Liszt was originally a crazy master of illusion, and his piano skills spanned almost an era, arrogant to all his peers.

In fact... can you be a person who likes to show off your skills?

Suddenly remembered the "Tnight Tsunami" that the man played on the Hong Kong Disneyland. At that time, the man’s slender fingers leaped fast on the piano keys, as if they were born with it. It's a combination of ease and elegance.

It happened to be a beautiful portamento, and the sound of the piano that suddenly slammed up made the scorpion come back from the memory. At this time, a short "No. 24 Capriccio" officially ended, only the remaining sound is still quiet. The room echoed, making it awkward.

"The piano and the violin are a little different, but you can feel some...common things from it. If you have any questions, you can call me at any time."

Listening to the low male voice heard in the hole, I couldn't help but provoke the corner of my lips and nodded. "Well, good."

and so