Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 169. 166. Hands with Legs, When the Breeze Comes Again
Ji Yang paused the recording and clicked on Chen Xuan's message, and replied quickly after reading it.

After replying, I also sent the video I just recorded.

Lift your head when you're done.

At this time, the lovely professor on the stage had already walked closer to Ang Lee, holding the piano with one hand and clenching his fist with the other, pounding the air vigorously, following the rhythm of the piano densely covering the air.

Ji Yang turned on the camera again, and the picture began to be recorded again.

This time, the music in the picture has changed a little bit from what it was just now. For Ji Yang, it may be more intuitive to describe this change as 'stronger and weaker sounds more obvious'.

She couldn't describe the feeling brought to her by the changes in strength and weakness of the music, but she wanted to make sure that there was a faint feeling in it, which was no longer the melancholy of the first time, but a sense of ritual of saying goodbye to the past. .

Like everyone present, the entire studio was listening to Ang Lee's second performance in a peaceful environment.

Some feel the music is changing, some feel the music has changed, and some expect the music to change next.

When the music reached a certain place, Ji Yang's right hand holding the phone trembled, and he unconsciously turned the camera to everyone in the auditorium.
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Perhaps a little clue can be glimpsed from Otto's private explanation for everyone before the dinner-about the musicality of music.

He said that the so-called musicality is an ambiguous description of musical sensibility and expressiveness.

"Music itself does not have any characteristics, it exists independently."

"A musical composition exists for its own sake, and not for any other purpose, even positive and beneficial."

"It can be used to enhance material and spiritual satisfaction and expectations, but it is just a line of notes and has no characteristics."

"Whether it is the listener or the performer."

"On the surface, we know that music can imitate sounds, such as birdsong, streams, and that's just minor details."

"The atmosphere of certain music evokes scenes such as love, parting, the birth of life, etc., or majestic progress, but these associations happen to us, not in the music."

Otto spoke of the enthusiasm with which the blonde played in the afternoon.

"Enthusiasm is not Beethoven's own title, but Beethoven did not object after the publisher named it."

"I don't think it's a good name, the piece isn't redeemed in the final chapter, so I think it might be better called Tragedy Sonata."

Everyone laughed lightly.

"My advice to everyone is that when playing or listening to any music, don't be influenced by the title, it will take our imaginations seriously."

"I often have completely different experiences of the same piece of work at different times."

On this topic, Otto concludes with this statement.

"If we want to experience the infinite qualities in music, we can only find them in our own experience and experience. As human beings, we do not have infinite qualities, but as students of music, I believe that we can use our limited power to create a The illusion of infinity."

There was applause in the private room, and the leader was Wei Sanwan.

Old Wei, who sat on the left hand of Wei Sanwan, continued to speak through Lin Youyou's translation: "So, we can only understand things outside of us if we understand ourselves first."

As he spoke, he took the lead and stood up, and then the sound of rattling stool legs swayed one after another, and the people at both tables stood up.

"Professor Otto is 72, and he stood and talked to you all afternoon today."

"Come, hold a glass and respect our professor."

Lin Youyou translated Wei Sanwan's words to Ao Tuo, and the old man happily murmured a few words, Li An listened to the general idea.

Probably didn't understand at all.

Except for the last sentence Danke schn.

Amidst the laughter, everyone drank in one gulp, the old rules, those who can drink drink, and those who cannot drink drink.

"When did you start drinking?"

Lin Youyou put down the cup in her hand and asked aside.

Li An smiled: "Second year in high school."

Lin Youyou nodded dully. Li An said that, she didn't want to waste any more time on this topic.

At this time, the door of the box was pushed open, and the old professor was excited when he saw the long orange dishes in the hands of the waiter.

Sweet and sour pork has become his favorite Chinese dish.

"Move your chopsticks, move your chopsticks." Wei Sanwan ordered.

After Ao Tuo moved the first fork, everyone who had been hungry all afternoon moved their chopsticks one after another.

This couple was not invited by the department, they paid for it, 500 for the lecture fee, which included a dinner.

However, most of the people who came were from the school, and almost no students from outside the school came.

What are you doing here?

The beef here is sizzling, the other side is spicy, and there is the gurgling sound of big mouthfuls of drinks.

Li An took a bite of the chopped chicken and put down his chopsticks.

Seeing everyone laughing and eating, talking to Deng Shiqi on the right from time to time, a quarter of an hour passed in a flash.

After recalling what Otto said just now, he took a sip himself.

Enough flavor.

"Sister."

Putting down the wine glass, he blinked his eyelashes a few times quickly, then looked at the Mapo Tofu in front of him and asked to the left.

"Have you ever had a time like that?"

"When you play it once, you feel great, but if you want to play it again, you don't feel sure."
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Time went back to the stage of the studio an hour ago. When Ang Lee completed the first movement of farewell for the second time under the guidance of Otto, he could not hear the applause in his ears. Time travel.

Although only for a short moment.

Starting from the clear awareness of the existence of obstacles to termination, coupled with Lin Youyou's rather bad tone of "boldly flicking down", Li An's ten fingers seemed to have a sense of self-action.

Wherever the music goes, even as a performer himself, there are surprises.

For the first time, Ang Lee felt that the music was out of his control, and he was giving birth to the feeling that his legs were walking forward by themselves.

From worrying in the middle of the performance to trying to relax, and finally when he completely let go of the burden in his heart, he experienced an unprecedented feeling.

It was as if the door to music was opening to him.

Until the holy white light in his consciousness was completely replaced by the applause in his ears, he had already forgotten how he played this moving chapter just now.

Otto called bravo for him, telling him "That's it, go play what you see."

Unceremoniously self-deprecating, he was stupid, he didn't think he saw anything.

Then Otto gave him a detailed explanation.

From what the other party described, such as how the sound works, why the vertical harmony plays a decisive role in the development, etc., he sporadically felt what he might have seen when he played.

He has done a series of treatments, including self-realization, suggestions from Wei Sanwan and Chen Xuan, and his frequent self-doubt and doubtful reflection.

Like what is ok.

What should not be.

With saturated uncertainty and full preparation, he stepped onto the stage of today's master class.

When he stepped down, his preset question had been perfectly affirmed, and he gained a lot from today's master class.

However, new problems also appeared immediately.

"I'm not sure if I've expressed my question clearly, do you understand what I mean?"

"not understand."

Lin Youyou's tone was not cold or gentle enough, but she couldn't answer Li An's question until she figured out what happened to Li An in the past three years.

It is not that the problem is difficult and complicated.

Because in her consciousness, this shouldn't be a question that Li An should ask.

If you have anything to ask, even if you don't believe what you popped out with your own hands, what answers can you find from others.

Or what kind of answer do you want to find.

But Li An asked her, and she didn't think that the other party was trying to talk to her.

"Do you still remember the first midterm exam in the first half of our freshman year?"

Under the text prompt, a scene emerged from the depths of Li An's memory. It was a few highlight moments in the original host's college career. At that time, he was the penultimate one to enter, followed by Lin Youyou. He was praised by the teacher first.

"Remember, the teacher praised me."

Lin Youyou: "Do you remember how many days you played that farewell waltz?"

As a bystander, Ang Li was a little embarrassed: "Two days."

silence.

Lin Youyou looked at the table of undergraduate students not far away, looked at the slightly immature faces, and recalled the scene after the exam that day.

Li An came out of the examination room, with Yangguan in the afternoon behind him, walked to her side with a smile, raised his hand and pulled her long braid a few times, and then said proudly to her:
Kobayashi, you lost, the teacher praised me.

At that time, she was not surprised. In her eyes, Li An was the kind of person who was always full of self-confidence, and had the capital of self-confidence.

Regarding Ang Lee's four years of undergraduate studies, she could only say that the other party did not live up to expectations, and that she and the teacher did not match their brainwaves in music.

And when we met again, up to this moment, she felt very uncomfortable after witnessing Li Anzai's various performances on stage.

That once mighty young man, now seems to be smashed and reorganized by reality, and asks Otto all kinds of questions cautiously, as if he is asking for an affirmative answer before he is willing to give up.

This is not bad.

But she really wanted to ask Li An, what happened to you all these years?
However, she could only smile when the words came to her lips: "You have changed."

Li An hummed: "You have changed too."

Lin Youyou calmly asked: "Where?"

Li An picked up a peanut and fed it to his mouth, pointing at the other party's hair.

Looking at Li An's half-collapsed smiling eyelids, Lin Youyou's heart lake, which had been calm for a long time, seemed to be blown by another breeze, causing ripples in circles.

Just like that afternoon, her braids were flicked and flicked.

For the first time, a strange feeling emerged in the young girl's heart.

But she didn't know that Li An at this moment was not the soul in her memory.

At this moment, Ang Lee was really looking for something to say, and he was trying to re-establish a healthy relationship between the two of them.

For Li An at this moment, Lin Youyou is just a past in his memory in different time and space.

He was thinking that maybe the two of them could get to know each other again as friends.

In today's master class, seeing Lin Youyou first, he was indeed a little stressed.

The source of the pressure was mainly because during the lunch on Teacher's Day, Wei Sanwan teased Lin Youyou excessively and asked him on the phone, so that he later saw Lin Youyou post an extra copy of the accompaniment recording of k466 in the group.

However, from the first time the other party looked at him today to this moment, he has not noticed that the other party has anything special about him.

Thinking about the concerns mentioned above, if it were him, he would probably care and take care of his classmates at the same level.

He can no longer be friends with the pipa junior sister vocalist and others, but Lin Youyou can, because in his consciousness, he has never owed the other party emotionally.

But his memory is limited, maybe the original owner didn't leave him too many references at all.

Just like that afternoon, after he won the bet and walked away, he completely forgot that his score was still on the piano in the examination room.

The moment Lin Youyou walked into the examination room and came out again, there was an extra score in her hand.

Lin Youyou called him and said that your score was left in the examination room. He was on his way to the Internet cafe at that time, so he replied without thinking: I will see you off.

Lin Youyou, who hung up the phone, subconsciously opened the score, sat on the stairs in the corridor and flipped through the pages to the end.

At the end she saw a scrawled Ly.

She was dizzy like a braid flicking at the back of her head. That night, after all her roommates fell asleep, she hid under the covers and checked the farewell waltz.

This piece was composed by Chopin for his second Romance Maria.

Lin Youyou went to bed very late that night. Before going to bed, she nervously clicked on Li An's WeChat avatar.
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As for why Li An wants to establish a friendship with Lin Youyou again, it's such a simple question, the other party who has returned from his studies has a lot of things he wants to learn.

This is what he is craving at this stage.

After thinking everything through, he felt that he should be able to say something more, such as——

"Shorter hair is better."

He filled the wine glass and raised it, "Save the shampoo."

Lin Youyou couldn't help but be amused by this sentence, at least the other party still had the same virtue when he said it casually.

She raised her glass and they touched each other lightly.

"Time flies," she said.

Ang Lee said, "Isn't it? It feels like graduation was just yesterday."

Lin Youyou asked: "Do you regret not taking graduation photos?"

Li An recalled the photo framed at Wei Sanwan's house without him: "Regret."

He spat out his mouth and sighed, "Why don't you regret it."

Just as Lin Youyou was about to say something, Wei Sanwan suddenly called her: "Youyou, ask Professor Ao Tuo to tell you about the piano school."

After Wei Sanwan finished speaking, the scene fell silent, and everyone put down their chopsticks.

Li An's eyes lit up for a moment.
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The issue of schools of thought is a very big subject for Otto.

With limited time, he can only briefly help everyone sort out.

"There used to be several different schools of piano."

"There is the so-called German School, represented by Leschetiski in Vienna, including Schnabel, Backhaus, Gisekin and others."

"The famous Russian school has produced a large number of masters with outstanding skills, such as Gilels, Richter, and earlier Rachmaninoff and Horowitz."

"In the past, there were the French school, the Polish school, the Italian school, and later the American school."

Lin Youyou was translating, and Ao Tuo subconsciously looked towards Li An.

"Actually, today we don't talk much about the boundaries of the schools, but the premise of integrating the two schools of thought must be to establish a full understanding and mastery of the two schools of thought."

Then Otto chatted with everyone about the characteristics of each school. Obviously, this topic of rank is not suitable for most people present.

Before Li An had heard enough, Ao Tuo began to study food again.

So he took the initiative to talk to Lin Youyou again.

The dinner with Alto always ended so early, Li An still didn't hear enough, but there was nothing he could do.

Besides, Xiaomi at home didn't know what he was doing, and he didn't bother to reply to the other party a few more messages all night.

After dinner, everyone in Wei's class prepared to have another show in order to welcome Lin Youyou.

"Let's go, senior brother, let's go together."

In front of the restaurant, a sophomore junior also persuaded, "Let's go, master brother."

It can be seen that after this afternoon, everyone's attitude towards Ang Li is no longer what it was on the surface on the Teacher's Day night.

But Ang Lee had to go home.

"My girlfriend's birthday is today, and she's still waiting for me."

(End of this chapter)