Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 255 250. Come on, unfinished to be continued
There is no doubt that Beethoven's publicly released 32 sets of piano sonatas run through his life.

A young musician who came to Vienna from Bonn with aspirations. It is understandable that he wants to prove himself when he first enters the society.

He worked hard to create, but he didn't immediately win the favor of Fengchao.

Then there was eight years of dormancy, perhaps behind every success there is such a period of time.

You have to stop for a while to see the road ahead.

Before the seventh piece, people only saw a Ludwig who had superb piano skills, but was still raw and immature in composition, and the shadow of Haydn and Mozart appeared in his works from time to time.

Until the eighth piece of pathos.

Once this piano work known for its unique dramatic effect came out, Ludwig became Beethoven and gained a place in the art capital.

From 1792 to 1800, eight years of forbearance and eight years of struggle, as the moonlight fell, the 30-year-old Beethoven became a recognized music master in Vienna.

If Sorrow and Moonlight represent a fledgling boy's rise to fame, then Farewell and Storm represent an adult's thinking about society.

When people reach middle age, Beethoven's works also tend to mature, pursuing a more grand structure and theme expression.

Among the works published here, people call Farewell to the Storm and Enthusiasm Beethoven's middle-aged trilogy.

So the storm and the farewell are all on the scene, so how can the enthusiasm be missed.

The piano melody outlines the dining table like fire, and Li An has already sat in front of the piano in the living room.

He turned his back to the camera, with his hands hidden in front of his body, so it was impossible to verify whether the music at this moment came from his rising and falling body.

However, the textual research has not much meaning.

On the empty dining table, there is only a piece of silent leftovers.

About life and dreams, some people talk more, some people do more.

Next to silence, and closest to expressing the inexpressible, is music.

At this moment, Heguli's words seem to be the best interpretation of the composition of the screen, and they are also an accurate description of the emotions of the audience.

The slender figure walked into the screen and took away the leftover dishes and chopsticks on the table.

The camera did not leave with it, and after a while, there was a faint sound of collision of dishes and chopsticks falling into the pool.

People seem to see the scene of the faucet being unscrewed in the next second.

The noise of life and the melody of music are intertwined, lighting up a different kind of brilliance for the winter city night.

As soon as the screen turned, the night scenery galloped past the eyes of the audience.

A line of subtitles appears.

'After dinner and before going to bed, Ang Lee usually practices the piano for one to two hours depending on the situation. '

Without much introduction, the camera finally freezes in the vast night sky.

The piano melody until the third movement of enthusiasm gradually disappeared into the night.

The song shouldn't end here, and the audience didn't hear enough.

However, Ang Lee's day really passed like this.

So peaceful.

It was so calm that some viewers even felt that it was over before it even started.

That's it.

My heart is empty.

I always feel that some pictures are missing, even if there are two more lines of subtitles.

The large screen was not controlled by human will, and gradually dimmed, and the entire concert hall was like a gloomy silence.

Facing this silence, everyone wanted to say something, but they didn't know what to say.

Perhaps, at the end of the day, it would be nice to have a little more music.

Suddenly, the exciting melody continued to play in the hall.

On the darkened screen for about five or six seconds, a line of subtitles appeared again along with the music.

'The next morning at 7:00. '

The screen lights up, starting from the elevator.

The elevator is 24 floors away from the first floor. When the familiar wrist is raised to look at the watch, the audience seems to be filled with this scene for a moment.

A new day is here!

Ang Lee boarded a bus.

The camera cuts to the vision, and the gate of the Chengdu Conservatory of Music appears.

Ang Lee walked through the gate all the way to the Red Chamber Concert Hall, and along the way there was a concert poster that everyone was no longer familiar with.

'There are still eleven hours before Ang Lee's first solo concert in his life. '

Seeing this line of subtitles, the audience even had a feeling that they were also in this scene.

Following Ang Lee's perspective, the audience walked into the empty and extremely silent concert hall, walked up to the stage step by step, and walked to the grand piano under the spotlight, and then played their hands, following the music in their ears.

The battle-like piano melody inspires everyone!

The camera gradually zoomed out, and Ang Lee in a black dress appeared in the picture.

The live stage revolves around the big screen, and the stage on the big screen is centered on Ang Lee.

At this moment, Ang Lee sat in front of the piano like a torrent.

His hands turned into giant hammers, throwing the theme of the third movement of Passion into the flames for the final smelting.

"Dang Dang Dang!!"

The last roar that the storm did not come came at this moment.

The notes that have been tempered for thousands of years were beaten into pieces, stretched and expanded, as if they were about to forcibly carve out a path that could be walked in the endless river.

Amidst the thousands of shouts, the figure in front of the piano gradually seemed to be covered with a faint luster.

Intense music, head held high.

Life does not die, music does not stop.

at last.

Music reassembles in time.

Beethoven's music has penetrated 200 years, descended on this stage, and shined above people's heads.

The sound of the piano is getting smaller and smaller, and the audience can no longer hear what the piano is playing.

It seems to be playing that life is a break-up.

Life is not cruel, it is not perfect, and it is not mediocre.

Like life is short, you have to work hard to live.

It's like the sky is clear after the rain, when you look up at the rainbow, please don't forget the mud under your feet.

Until the screen changed, only Li An was left tirelessly waving ten fingers at the keys.

'Encore'

'Directed by Wen Xiao'

"Wow—"

Quiet applause sounded softly in the gradually lit hall.

It's like watching a concert, and it's like watching a sketch documentary.

Very satisfying, but sadly over.

In any case, it was over, and everyone clearly knew that there would be no more unexpected surprises in the future.

This concert has already brought enough surprises to the audience.

Even so, many viewers still have a feeling of unfinished business.

Some people are wondering which child Mr. Li An will teach when the alarm clock wakes up at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning, or what new repertoire he will practice.

The man Chen Xuan was familiar with let out a soft breath as if he was moaning with the applause. He was glad that he had turned down an important invitation during his trip to Rongcheng, which was not far away.

Together with all the audience, quietly watching the subtitles on the big screen until the end.

'Soundtrack: Ang Lee'

'Beethoven Piano Sonata No. [-] in D major, first movement (fragment)'

'Beethoven Piano Sonata No.13 in E-flat major, second movement (fragment)'

'Beethoven No.20 Piano Sonata No. [-] in F minor, third movement (fragment)'

'Beethoven Piano Sonata No. 20 in G major, No. [-], first movement (fragment)'

This familiar typography somehow feels like a preview.

Finally, the picture returns to the stage.

Ang Lee stood up from the piano, turned and walked towards the backstage of the concert hall.

It wasn't until he disappeared from the camera that the audience noticed a flag hanging above the backstage entrance, with the fiery red school emblem of the Chengdu Conservatory of Music printed on it.

This scene seemed to say something, but also seemed to say nothing.

In short, the scene just stops when Ang Lee walks into the backstage door.

'to be continued'

The subtitles flashed, and then the screen went completely black.

To be continued?

The audience is not calm again.

The last, the last, and the last, no one expected such a reversal.

There was an uproar at the scene again.
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control room.

"How about it, when is the next game?"

It was finally over, and Fu Tianming was relieved. Generally speaking, today's concert ended smoothly according to the three people's expectations.

Judging from the situation, it was quite successful, so he can't wait to prepare for the next one.

The night before yesterday, after Ang Lee recorded four episodes, Fu Tianming didn't know where to start, saying that he should just do a full series of Beethoven piano concerts.

32 tracks, four in one game, exactly eight games.

At that time, Li An was also a little embarrassed, so he nodded and said yes.

Hearing the other party mention this now, he only felt that the exhaustion from his body doubled.

It's a real effort to hold a concert.

Are you happy, happy.

Are you happy, happy.

Are you tired? Very tired.

But all the hard work is worth it, as for the next game.

"Let's talk again."

Even if it is really going to be opened, it will have to wait for a few months.

There are too many things waiting for him to do right now, and besides, if the college pays for it this time, who will pay for him next time.

At this stage, if he wants to hold concerts out of his own pocket, he would rather learn from Mr. Bei, and stay dormant for three to five years before talking.
No matter how successful today's concert is, it is not his current job.

Although the rainbow is beautiful, you have to keep your feet on the ground and walk well in front of you.

That sentence is not a chicken soup that he deliberately wrote to add a certain color to the music, that is his real thought, and it has always been his style of acting.

To put it another way.

"It's easy to tear the eggs if you take a big step."

The two walked out of the control room while talking, and walked towards the applause in the front field.

"Anyway, the program previews have been typed out, so we can't deceive the audience."

Li An suddenly stopped, "Stop it, why are we here?"

Fu Tianming laughed: "What's the matter, crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, in order to let everyone know you, our family Xiaoxiao has slept for less than three hours in the past two days and one night. You see, I was so tired just now that I couldn't breathe."

Li An stared at Fu Tianming, and he thought about many issues in just a few seconds.

Fu Tianming raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

The atmosphere between the two has never been so quiet since they met each other.

After a while, Li An nodded, "Let's go, let's go on stage."

Fu Tianming stood still, "No, give me a date, two months or three months."

Li An frowned, why did he play tricks, "How can I give you a specific time, I haven't practiced the song yet."

"Half a year." Fu Tianming's expression suddenly became solemn, "Li An, don't you long for the stage?"

Li An was taken aback, and he had to say that this directly hit a point in his heart.

Especially not long ago he finally experienced the taste of standing under the spotlight and attracting attention.

It is indeed intoxicating.

"You are eager for the stage, I am eager to write a music story, you have a unique understanding of piano music, and I have a pen that keeps writing."

"So we will definitely be able to make a series of classic Beethoven concerts, more than that, Bach, Mozart, Liszt, Chopin, Rachmaninoff, I am very excited when I think of these, you know."

After Fu Tianming finished speaking in one breath, he took a deep breath, "Li An, when I knew that there was someone like you who was going to hold such a concert, the thought in my heart was that I might finally have my kind."

"We're one of a kind."

"So come on, piano teacher."

Fu Tianming stretched out his right hand.

Li An didn't make the other party wait a second longer.

The two hands were tightly clasped together.

Suddenly Li Ang took a deep breath, "It hurts, don't pull my arm, let go."

Fu Tianming quickly let go of his grip and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ang Lee explained the sad stage incident with a wry smile.

Fu Tianming heard that there was still such a thing, and then thought about how much sin Li An played two songs in a row after Sadness.

"Why don't you sit down for a while."

Li Ang: "No, no matter how much you sit down, you won't be able to stand for a while."
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The end of the encore means that there will be no other content in the concert immediately.

As a performer, Ang Lee had to return to the stage to take a curtain call with the audience.

The opening speech was given by Fu Tianming, and the final summary should be made by him himself.

Walking up to the stage and taking the microphone, he looked around, and the hall that was a little noisy and excited just now suddenly became quiet.

It's like the piano teacher in the short film came out of the screen.

But in the next second, he showed his anger. Facing such a quiet scene, he held back a shy smile.

He smiled, and the applause sounded again.

"Thank you."

The applause was even louder.

"thanks, thanks."

This time the courageous students dared to ask questions.

until he coughed.

Regarding this concert, most of what Ang Lee wanted to say was left on the stage and in the guide, so he did not mention too much about the concert itself.

Instead, I talked to you about the humanistic power of Beethoven's music from another angle.

Five minutes is neither long nor short, just enough for him to describe the Beethoven he saw to everyone as a pianist.

"An ordinary music saint."

Borrowing the sentence that everyone has read in the guide, he finally made a concluding summary of the concert.

"We didn't want to quote too much Beethoven, or imitate his style, but to find our own expression in his material."

"I think we should understand Beethoven in this way. He is not an isolated western composer, but exists in the hearts of each of us."

Paused.

"We will continue to do this attempt."

Speaking of this, the students who asked questions in the audience just now couldn't help but burst out.

"Mr. Li, when is the next game?"

Faced with this problem, Li An still coughed his throat this time.

"It's not convenient for me to disclose the details, but everyone has seen the repertoire. Friends who like it can pay attention to Fu Wenshuo's official account on WeChat, such as Fu Fu of Hu Fu Yi, Wen Tao Wu Lue's article, about Beethoven's special concert All follow-up developments will be announced here as soon as possible.”

Li An said that the audience took out their mobile phones one after another.

"In addition, friends who like to listen to concerts must pay attention to the official account of our Rongcheng Conservatory of Music. We will hold concerts basically every weekend during the school term. There are all kinds of content in various forms. Friends who like music must not miss it."

With two affirmations in a row, this wave of small advertisements made the leaders of the Li Academy in the audience deeply satisfied.

As he spoke, Li Ang looked towards the back of the auditorium, the group of the most special audience tonight.

"Thank you for standing here and listening to my concert when there are less than 90 hours before the art exam."

The audience in the front row followed Ang Lee's gaze, only to realize that there was a group of students who looked like students standing in the back row of the concert hall at some point.

"Seven years ago today, I was like you, standing in front of the art examination room. I was afraid, anxious, and worried. I have experienced the negative emotions that each of you have experienced during this time."

"After everything I've been through, I want to give you a word today."

"The road is chosen by oneself, and one must be responsible to oneself."

As he spoke, he explained to the audience.

"Let us send some encouragement to these children who are about to step into the examination room."

"Wow——"

"Welcome to Rongcheng Conservatory of Music, I will wait for you here."

The art candidates in the back row were overwhelmed with encouragement and excitement when they heard this sentence. At present, this sentence is undoubtedly the strongest stimulant.

Thank you Mr. Li!

After the applause fell, Li An's eyes fell on the figure next to Wei Sanwan.

It's the last moment.

The final curtain call.

He needs her.

(End of this chapter)