Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 125 123. A Mozart concert for the children and myself

After a meal, the theme poster for tonight's concert has been hung at the gate by the staff.

Going to the second floor, there are photo walls of the children participating in tonight's performance hanging in front of the entrances of the two concert halls.

Through one familiar little face after another.

Regardless of whether he has taught it or not, looking at these photos, Ang Lee can't help but wonder what these children will look like in ten or twenty years.

Will they continue to play the piano in the future?

He stopped in front of the photos of Liu Fengrui and Wang Xiaohu.

Static look.

The two little guys are very well-behaved.

It's a pity that Xiaobei's photos are missing.

Xiaobei must also want to participate.

Hey.

Including all the children he has taught under another sky, Xiaobei is the most sincere child he has ever seen for the piano.

Li An always felt a little owed to Xiaobei, and he didn't know why.

Maybe he could fight for Xiaobei when he talked with Xiaobei's mother that night.

Then the phone rang.

"Teacher~"

At this moment, Ji Yang called "Teacher" on the phone, which made Li An quite emotional.

"What's wrong, Xiao Ji."

He subconsciously asked softly.

"Teacher~ I want to go play with you in the afternoon."

Ji Yang knew that Yudong had a student piano concert today.

"If you want to come, it's in the concert hall last time."
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It was past 14:[-], and there was still one hour before the official rehearsal, and six and a half hours before the official performance.

After hanging up the phone, he walked through the gate, walked around the empty concert hall twice, and then walked onto the stage.

He likes the feeling of standing on the stage and looking down at the audience. He can't remember where he saw a sentence.

Music cannot be separated from the stage, just like fish cannot be separated from water.

Ang Lee likes the feeling of being on stage.

under the spotlight.

Every second feels alive.

Sometimes he feels that he is the most real one standing on the stage.

Last night Ji Yang asked him if he still wanted to go abroad.

He didn't answer at the time.

And standing on the stage at this time, he couldn't give an answer.

Going abroad was originally his next goal, but he came to this place by accident.

Inexplicably raised a kitten and took over more than 8 debts.

I met Chen Xuan, a group of interesting colleagues, and took in three lovely students.

A teaching assistant system that he quite likes.

Then Song Sheng and his son, Ji Yang, the younger brother, senior sister, and master who have never met but have deep memories in his mind. A series of vivid characters appear.

Before he knew it, he already had his own circle and his own concern in this new world.

He could feel himself becoming more and more integrated into the world.

The world is not big, just under the small sky above Rongcheng.

If an opportunity to study abroad is now in front of him, he is not sure whether he can give up all this for one to two or three years.

What about Chen Xuan?

What about these children who learn piano with themselves.

In the past, he would not have considered this kind of problem at all. In life, who does not live for his own splendor.

So she never blamed the violin choice.

Probably because he was really affected by the sentimental character of the original owner, he didn't know what he was thinking at this moment.

Shake his head.

Li An came back to his senses, returned to the piano and sat down, raised his hand and scribbled a group of notes at random.

It was the first movement of Mozart's K545, so he continued to play it.

With bright melody and cheerful accompaniment, the stage immediately glowed with the warmth of the afternoon sun.

Accompanied by the refreshing music, the first child in the afternoon rehearsal walked into the concert hall accompanied by his parents.

They saw and heard the praise on the stage, and then quietly found a place to sit down.

After playing the first movement of k545 on the stage, Ang Lee continued to play another piano sonata by Mozart without stopping.

K311.

When it comes to the works of the classical music period, Ang Lee's favorite is not Beethoven, but Mozart.

Probably because of his personality, he likes the rules in Mozart's music, just like he used to live step by step.

Sometimes he also wondered that a person like Mozart, who lived his life in such a mess, had a sense of order in his music.

Just like the little Allegro under his hands at the moment, which makes people frantic, but the writing is not messy.

This is Mozart's music.

Full of the beauty of living life.

Under every musical theme, there is a mysterious transition.

Ang Li seemed to have found a glimmer of inspiration, and after the end of k311, he paused and stopped.

Then he started to play k283.

Just like that, one Mozart after another collided with each other and merged with each other in his flowing performance.

Sometimes it's kind, sometimes it's amazing.

Every child who re-entered the concert hall seemed to be infected by the performance on the stage, and they found a place to sit quietly accompanied by their parents.

Before he knew it, there were already a few people sitting under the stage.

It's like being at a concert right now.

Wang Xiaohu's mother and son sat beside Liu Fengrui and his son, and behind them sat Xiao Che Lin and Ji Yang.

Li Minghao, Xu Hongxin and Ma Tao, who came to help from the Songjiang campus, sat not far away. On the other side of them were Jia Mingyu and Zheng Haitao, who had made an appointment to accompany Li An.

The audience is growing.

When Huang Juan, Lin Pengfei and other piano teachers walked into the concert hall, it was actually time for rehearsal.

But no one disturbed the performance on the stage, and they chose to join the ranks of the audience.

As it travels through the air, the magnificent k279 forgets the format state and the traditional rhythm hovering over the entire concert hall for a moment.

Li An realized.

He has been stuck in playing emotions for about a year, and he finally made a breakthrough by chance with the help of the emotions in the afternoon and the special therapeutic effect of Mozart's music.

The emotional beauty of playing that he has been looking for is actually not in the external poetic power, but in a profound experience of life.

Isn't the tension between the theme of music and harmony the same as every step forward, blindness, frustration, impasse, overthrow, and restart in life.

Until the clouds cleared, it all became the mood of the music itself.

After a violent mood swing, the hands in front of the piano played slower and slower, and the flow of musical ideas in it became slower and slower.

When the warm music theme was finished for the last time, Ang Lee stopped before the piano.

He couldn't describe his mood at the moment, and he let out a foul breath. He felt that his whole body had been sublimated.

The quiet hall did not stay for three seconds.

A sharp whistle sounded from the audience.

Zheng Haitao was the first to stand up and shouted, "Awesome!!!"

His voice led to enthusiastic applause.

"Wow------"

Li An unexpectedly looked in the direction of the cry, and a young man and a woman were vaguely his familiar senior brother and senior sister.

Standing up and facing the applause, he glanced across the concert hall.

It seems that everyone is here.

"The teacher is so handsome!!"

When Ji Yang saw Li An from a distance, he couldn't control his emotions and stood up and waved vigorously!
When Wang Xiaohu turned his head, Lao Gao frowned, why did this woman who was competing with him come again!
Not to be outdone, Wang Xiaohu was just about to overwhelm Ji Yang with a louder shout, but suddenly realized that Che Lin who was beside Ji Yang seemed to have just glanced at him.

He decided to let Ji Yang win half of the game for the time being, and before turning his head, he glanced at Che Lin quietly.

Walking to the stage again, looking at the familiar faces off stage one after another, listening to the children's laughter.

He also laughed.

This not-so-short performance was regarded as a gift to Yudong's children on a special day like today.

It is also the first recital given to myself when I came here.

He bowed deeply to everyone in the audience with a standard curtain call ceremony.

When he raised his head again, under the shadow beside the gate in the last row of the auditorium, a familiar slender figure was leaning on the door frame in his familiar posture and clapping for him with a smile.

Looking at each other from a distance.

This is the real, predictable sense of life.

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