Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 210 207. National Treasure Level Master Appears, Believer Who Loves Spicy Food
Wu Fusheng went in after Li An.

Facing reporters and cameras, he seemed more relaxed than Ang Lee.

In the first few questions, he and Liang Chunyu's answers to several students at school were similar.

In how to arrange life outside of music, he said that he likes sports and playing basketball.

This answer caused the female reporter to ask unexpectedly, "In the eyes of us ordinary people, you should pay special attention to protecting your hands in your life (laughs). High-confrontation sports like basketball have no such potential for you." Is it dangerous?"

"Of course there is."

Wu Fusheng explained with a smile: "But I can't resist the charm of basketball. Drinking water will make my teeth clogged. I like to make friends. I can meet many new friends on the court."

Female reporter: "During the whole process of this competition, have you made any new friends?"

Wu Fusheng: "Yes, he is an unpredictable person, but he is quite likable."

Female reporter: "Can you tell me about him?"

Wu Fusheng smiled: "Well—I won't mention his name. In short, I hope we can all show our final state on the final stage the day after tomorrow."

The female reporter smiled: "I look forward to your performance, so the last question, why do you want to participate in this competition?"

This question caused Wu Fusheng to think for about three or four seconds.

In three or four seconds, he thought of various answer formats.

But at the moment when he finally blurted out, he wanted to say what he really thought.

"Personally, I didn't come here to compete with anyone, but I know that this time I have to come."

Wu Fusheng paused.

"It should be a final stop for my childhood and youth."

"That's it."

moment.

The female reporter nodded, "Okay, thank you."

Six years of attached primary school, six years of attached high school, and seven years of university.

How many 19 years are there in life.

Haiyuan has nurtured and witnessed Wu Fusheng from a child to today's interview room, and has become an excellent young pianist.

He said that personally, he didn't come here to compete with anyone, but he knew that he had to come this time.

In this sentence full of logical faults, what does he know?So he has to come this time?
The answer to this question may be found in the following sentence.

He knew that the skills he possessed today depended on the cultivation of water and soil.

All his childhood and youth are buried there.

He will travel far next year.

As the last gift to his alma mater on his deathbed, all he can do is to come here at such a moment.
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With the end of the interview with the Russian friend, the shooting task in the morning came to an end.

The Russian buddy is very modest, saying that the award he won in Moscow is actually just a small award, and said that he likes Chinese food, especially hot pot.

He said that his biggest wish before returning to China was to eat hot pot again.

He didn't expect his wish to be realized so easily.

When the time came to 11:30, the six people packed up their belongings and followed the staff to the multifunctional banquet hall of the Grand Theater.

Inside the open door of the private room, there are four silver tree lamps standing at the four corners of the warm wood floor, ingeniously blending with the dark red ceiling, making the whole space more restrained and steady.

In the center of the hall is a medium-sized red round table with a bronze-colored copper pot on it. Stacks of ingredients have been placed around the copper pot.

The red and tender mutton slices, various green vegetables, and the rich aroma of sesame sauce in the air will make your index finger wide open.

"Come on, come on, you've been busy all morning, you're hungry, sit down, sit down."

In the room, Xie Ganzheng, master and apprentice, had been waiting for everyone for a long time.

When he stood up, he spoke in a Beijing accent.

The raised tone is dry and smooth without losing the breath, and the words are spoken rhythmically.

It sounds good.

Followed by.

Everyone:

"Thank you Commander."

"Thank you, sir."

"Thank you for pointing it out."

There is a lot of greetings, everyone can say anything, no matter who you know or don’t know, the first time you meet, or the ones you have seen before, you can see that everyone is full of respect and awe for this old man .

This old man is an old artist who enjoys the highest national subsidy, and has been the director of various large-scale national performances since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Xie Ganzheng, a first-class conductor known as a national treasure.

Seeing the eight people including the translator and the staff standing there stupidly, the old man let out a snort, and his eyes fell on Liang Chunyu and Jiang Shengsheng, "You two are also standing stupidly, sit down, come and sit next to him .”

This "he" refers to another young figure in the room who is standing in the seat opposite him, Hou Zhentao, his student, the assistant conductor of the orchestra on the stage of the finals, what is he doing? field.

Seeing that they were being called, Liang Chunyu and Jiang Sheng obediently walked to Hou Zhentao's side, but they dared not sit down.

As he spoke, the old man glanced at Zeng Mengqiu, Li An, and Yanev.

For the six finalists, he has already done his homework ahead of time.

these three children.

He didn't know much about this foreigner, but he was a visitor from afar, so he nodded politely to him first.

He had heard this girl's name before, and it was about seniority. This girl had to call him Grandpa Shi, because the other party's teacher was also considered half of his students.

He has never heard of or seen the boy, but he had a drink with Wei Sanwan once, and his memory is still fresh.

"it is good."

Then he nodded at the two of them, and finally his eyes came to Wu Fusheng's face, squinting his eyes and asked with a smile: "Is old man Wang still living in the school all these years after retirement?"

Wu Fusheng jokingly replied: "The old principal can't sleep if he changes places."

Xie Ganzheng laughed, "Come on, we don't have so many rules today, we just sit casually, wait a minute, little girl, don't leave if you have nothing to do, let's sit down and eat together, more chopsticks, more lively people .”

Staff member Xiao Wu's task today is to accompany the six contestants. She didn't expect that she would also be left behind. She was a little at a loss for a while. This kind of dinner is not something she, a small on-site staff, can participate in.

At this time Hou Zhentao also greeted with a smile: "If you have nothing to do, let's stay and eat together."

Seeing Xiao Wu's hesitation, Mr. Xie directly decided to keep him.

Li An praised the old man for his convincing demeanor. He was indeed a kind old man as Chen Xuan said.

Then everyone put down their belongings, took off their jackets and found their seats. Zeng Mengqiu was next to Jiang Sheng, Li An was on the side, Wu Fusheng and Yanev sat on the left hand of Mr. Xie, followed by the translator and staff Xiao Wu .

"Put charcoal on."

The fragrant bottom of the pot boiled, not to mention, the table was sitting together with all ages, and under the hot pot gas, it still tasted like a reunion dinner.

"One glass of clear water, two or three scallions and ginger."

The old man explained to everyone why this old Yanjing copper pot uses clear soup, "Whoever has the clearest soup means that whose meat is the best."

Speaking of mutton, the old man looked at Li An: "You are from Northwest."

Li An nodded: "Yes, Mr. Xie."

The old man smiled: "The mutton we ate today is from your Northwest. Let me make a fool of myself and say a few words."

The old man's humble attitude made other people feel good about him, but Li An didn't dare, waved his hands quickly, and said, "I don't understand anything, I have to listen to you."

The old man laughed happily again.

Then I started to give everyone a popular science on which part of the mutton on the table today is the most tender, which part is the most tender, and which part has the most chewy texture.

That sounds like a good idea.

Even Li An, who was born and bred in the Northwest, thought that he was really a connoisseur of food, and he was a Northwester even if he didn't understand.

After talking about the mutton, he then talked about the dipping sauce, pointing to the sixteen small bowls on the table, "For this dipping sauce, according to your own taste, if you like spicy, put two spoonfuls of chili oil into the sesame sauce. You can do whatever you want."

Everyone prepared their own dipping sauces. Li An had to get three spoonfuls of chili, some sesame and coriander, and a little sesame oil.

"You don't think it's spicy?"

Wu Fusheng was startled by Li An's red dipping bowl.

Li An smiled: "What kind of hot pot is it if it's not spicy?"

That is, within ten seconds, the first pot of meat was boiled.

They dropped their chopsticks one after another.

"Delicious."

When the girl with glasses took a bite of the tender tenderloin, she almost floated up.

Li An took a piece of the brain with oily flowers, and it really tasted like home when it was fed to his mouth.

Something like mutton must have some fat and oil, otherwise it won't be that interesting.

It's time to eat today.

At least judging from the first half, nine people, young and old, ate seven plates of meat in a short time.

Seeing that Liang Chunyu and Li An had put down their chopsticks, the old man frowned and asked with a smile, "What's the matter, you two can't eat anymore?"

The two smiled wryly, they really tried their best.

Especially Ang Lee.

He eats fast, unlike Wu Fusheng, who is basically savoring his food, as if he could eat a bite of meat in two or three bites, and chew it into pieces.

So at the same time, he eats at least twice as much as Wu Fusheng, and the size of the human stomach is limited. Unlike Yanev, his stomach is like a bottomless pit when he eats.

"You guys, it's really not good to eat."

The old man recalled, "When we were young, we ate boiled mutton. When we entered the store, each person would get two catties first. That is to eat first, and then we have to serve it later."

One person weighs two catties. We have to go on again
A group of young people felt as if they had eaten two catties of mutton when they heard this.

above.

"But not now."

"I dare not eat too much, I can't sleep at night if I eat too much."

The old man smiled and sighed, the creases on his cheeks piled up, "I'm old."

After a pause, "It will be your world from now on, I'm happy to see you, I can't drink today, otherwise I really want to have a drink with you."

Look around.

"Now that we have put down our chopsticks, let's talk about Mozart."

"Ask a question first."

"Who among the six of you has acted with the big group, raise your hand."

Except for Li Ang and Yanev, the other four raised their hands at the same time.

As the interpreter explained, Yanev also raised his hand.

Then everyone's eyes fell on Li An in unison.
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After not receiving a reply to Li An's message for more than an hour, Chen Xuan guessed that the other party's meal hadn't been finished yet.

She has performed with Mr. Xie twice, and she has a very good impression of this old man.

He is especially good at taking care of people. She still remembers that time when the old man played Schubert's unfinished symphony to them.

That was the first time she participated in a large-scale performance,
During the rehearsal near the performance, she was very nervous, which made her unable to play a solo part well.

At the end of the rehearsal, the old man specially left her to practice alone with her for 10 minutes, encouraged her, and told her that it would be all right to go on stage and watch him play a section, and there was no need to think about anything else.

That performance also paved the way for her to be the chief flute part of the orchestra in the future.

In the morning, Li An sent her a message saying that he would have lunch with Commander Xie at noon, which reminded her of some past events.

Eat slowly.

Chen Xuan got out of the elevator and left the office building to go to Harmony Square. What should I bring to the teacher's house tomorrow? Sun Yuman's suggestion is to buy it now, there is nothing to bring in Rongcheng.

"What did you see me bring with you in the four years of college?"

Having said that, she still wanted to look around.
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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Li An and his party followed Mr. Xie to the main music hall of the National Center for the Performing Arts.

Looking from a distance, the solemn and solemn stage is surrounded by layers of orderly auditoriums, and rows of casual musicians sitting on the stage are already waiting.

Seeing the figure of the old man, the musicians all stood up.

From the main entrance to the stage, it took more than a minute to say nothing. When he entered the stage, the old man waved his hand, "Sit."

The musicians take their seats again.

The old man turned his head, "Just now we have almost communicated, and we have cooperated twice in the morning."

"Next, you listen to the effect of the band first, and then look for the speed in your heart. Write down any problems. When it is time for each of you to rehearse, we will discuss and solve them in detail.

"This time the stage is for me and the orchestra to fully cooperate with you, so if you have any ideas, speak up boldly at that time. I believe that each of you has your own ideas."

"Finally put aside the game and look at the stage behind me."

Everyone looked solemn, noble, solemn, and under the bright crystal chandelier, it seemed that all beautiful adjectives in the world could be used here.

National Center for the Performing Arts Concert Hall, the best concert hall in China.

"I hope that the day after tomorrow, you can put your best self on this stage."

Even though Wu Fusheng thought that the effect of this hall of the National Center for the Performing Arts was not as good as that of the Haijiao Concert Hall, at this moment he was still infected by the old man's earnest and encouraging eyes.

After saying these words, Xie Zhengqian turned around and walked onto the stage alone.

"Countertone."

The chief oboe of the orchestra stood up and played the standard note.

Under the stage lights, various musical instruments interweave the sound of A1, Xie Gan is standing in front of the podium, and the whole stage seems to come alive.

The eyes of all the musicians are in focus.

The dialogue ended, and the stage fell silent again.

He put on the reading glasses hanging around his neck, and flipped through the score casually, and he could clearly hear the sound of pages being turned.

Seeing this, several people hurriedly found a nearby place to sit down softly, for fear of spoiling the atmosphere of the stage.

At this moment, "Xie Lao, you should sit down and wave."

The middle-aged man who was sitting in the position of the first violin suddenly stood up and spoke. Not only him, but no one on the stage knew that the old man's waist had always been bad.

Seeing that Xie Gan on the podium raised his hand slightly, the chief violin had to sit down silently.

Xie Gan was letting go.

After five seconds of silence, he raised his head and looked around. For a moment, he raised his arms and made a gesture.

In such a moment, the whole stage swished, and all the string parts started at the same time, entering the performance preparation state!

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Under the stage, Li An was staring at the figure in front of the podium. The old man's next move was extremely critical to him.

In the picture in front of him, Mr. Xie's movements are very light, the right hand holding the baton is just lightly tapped, and then a rustling bass string part slowly rises from above the stage, giving people an oppressive feeling like dark clouds.

There was already a lump on the back of Li An's neck.
This is Mozart. D minor No.20 Piano Concerto K.466——

Real live orchestra accompaniment.

The top conductor in China, plus the first-class symphony orchestra in the north.
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listen well.

Someone was about to be moved to tears.

No way, who can face Mozart's string baptism in such an acoustic environment without becoming the most devout music believer.

(End of this chapter)