Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 419 120. Fantasy Poetry: The Second Bow of the Magical Girl

Sincerity leads to spirit.

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"Wow—"

Under the spotlight, Xiaobei stopped in the center of the stage, turned around and bent slightly, the white skirt swayed half a circle, and the two porcelain white calf sticks were shining brightly.

The small body is like a small lotus flower in bud.

Bowing to his feet, Xiao Bei raised his head and saw the teacher closest to him at first sight.

The teacher looked at her and smiled. She pursed her lips and drew a light pink arc, then walked to the piano, sat down with her skirt straightened, and then adjusted the height of the piano bench to just right.

call--

Staring at the keyboard and taking a deep breath, the smile on Xiao Bei's face gradually disappeared, and he put on a serious look.

As the applause fell, the scene became quiet.

It was so quiet that Xiaobei could hear her own heartbeat. Sitting in front of the piano, her heartbeat was always so energetic.

Raise your hand, make a hand frame, and follow the teacher's reminder in your mind to complete the last step step by step.

"Xiaobei, before you drop your finger, you have to go through the content of the first four sections in your mind one last time, and determine the speed in the process."

"Don't worry, no one will think you are slow."

After finishing the score, Xiaobei began to sing 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 in his heart
As she sang, she sang slower and slower, and while she was singing in her heart, she was recalling the performance that the teacher demonstrated for her last time.

Gradually, the teacher's demonstration speed and her heart's 1, 2, 3 finally merged together.

Singing, she raised her hands.

Breathe, drop fingers.

With a light lifting and falling movement of the right hand, a group of shy minor thirds floated on the piano, accompanied by the slightly delayed chord progression of the left hand, like two clouds under the night sky, looming.

What a nice view.

Jin Jiaqi was moved by these two sincere notes almost instantly. After listening to it for so long, this is the first performance that entered her inner world, bright and clear, soothing to the heart.

Brought into the pink and white galaxy by the music, Jin Jiaqi has unconsciously entrusted herself to this simple and beautiful melody.

In the next section, the subordinate chords naturally returned to the main chords, calmly allowing the music to move forward with a sense of flow, which moved her again.

What a nice view.

Looking at the white Xiao Bei in front of the piano, Jin Jiaqi's heart melted, how could there be such a cute little person.

She said in her heart that she played really well.

Just a few groups of simple chord progressions, back and forth between the master and subordinates, accompanied by a simple melody and one or two occasional passing notes, it can be performed by a child to produce such a live effect.

On the stage, Xiaobei hopped lightly with his left hand, and tapped a group of short ascending notes with his right hand again, suddenly a small acceleration and then slowed down, and then boldly pressed the next group of chords again.

Although I don't know whether this chord is slow or not, Xiao Bei boldly pressed it, like a squirrel cub, sticking his head out of the tree hole, blinking, looking at the dense jungle curiously and firmly , as if wanting to see the outside world.

Because the teacher told her, "Boldly play Xiaobei, music sometimes needs boundaries, but no one can know where its boundaries are, understand?"

Xiaobei: "Teacher, I don't understand. I'm afraid of making mistakes. I'm always slow."

The teacher smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "Then slow down, maybe there will be surprises."

Xiaobei didn't know what a surprise was, but she believed what the teacher said.

In the next few classes, the teacher changed the score of the piece and helped her process it from beginning to end.

After processing, she seems to know what a surprise is, because she no longer feels whether she is slow, as if every note is right under her fingers.
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That's right, a child, playing such a piece of music in such a way, if you ask for anything, it is a blasphemy against sincerity.

Wu Fusheng was also a little affected by the scene in front of him. In fact, he was touched by this child named Yu Xiaobei yesterday.

Seriousness is a very rare quality.

Sitting alone in front of the piano, no matter men, women, young or old, no matter what you play, even a scale, you can tell whether he is paying attention.

Tonight's dream song made Wu Fusheng feel even more that the child was playing with his heart.

What made him feel most valuable was that when this child played the piano, there was a kind of persistence in her seriousness, and a kind of unspeakable dedication.

Listening to the performance of Ang Lee's students, Wu Fusheng has always been a little more tolerant and a little more mean.

But facing this kind of music, facing such a young performer, even if he is Ang Lee's student, he wants to put away his meanness, even if he is not Ang Lee's student, he wants to be more tolerant.

The flaws do not conceal the merits, and he felt that he was being mean again by using this word.

The fact is that this child is telling everyone at the scene with practical actions that it is not only talent that can play good music.

He remembered a piano novel he had read some time ago. In the story, the author had such a comment on piano music - complex music needs to be understood, but good music never needs to be deliberate. When the music sounds, everyone has the answer in their hearts - —When he read this sentence, he was very touched.

Perhaps what the author wants to express is the scene in front of him.

Everyone at the scene was listening quietly, blending into the music quietly, and willingly playing the background on the other side of the stage.

Including himself.

Wu Fusheng believes that there will be no simpler piece than this one in the subsequent competitions. As of now, he is willing to give this child a full score.

Maybe there is another child who can get his perfect score. Although he hasn't heard it yet, and he doesn't make any boring comparisons, he will just be willful tonight.

Tonight, this kid named Yu Xiaobei is the best player in the audience in his mind.

If there is another Best Instructor Award, he will award it to Ang Lee, the kind that is absolutely selfless.

Listening to the adapted works in his ears, he wanted to say that the teacher really did his best to achieve Ang Lee's step.
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From Yu Xiaobei's first chord, Lin Youyou knew that Li An had moved the score by himself.

About three weeks ago, Ang Lee sent her another message one afternoon, asking her if she had other versions of Gullit's Fantasia.

At that time, Lin Youyou looked at the text message on the screen and shook her head. She really regarded herself as a tool person. During that time, Li An did not know how many times she looked for her, and every time she asked for the music and score.

She replied no.

She didn't have it originally, how could there be another version of this kind of children's work.

In the end, Li An replied okok to her. I have worked hard recently, and I treat you to a big meal after work.

Of course, it is not so-called whether to eat a big meal or not. A man should do what he says.

However, Lin Youyou was actually able to do it with little effort, and besides helping Li An this time, she was more concerned that Li An was for those children.

Thinking about it, she asked the other party again: I really don't think about Schumann's childhood scene.

Schumann's Childhood Scenes is a collection of songs, which contains thirteen short pieces with titles, all of which describe children's lives, and there is also a dream song, which is more famous than the music itself, with top-notch melody, very suitable for lyrical performances .

Ang Lee replied to her again, saying that Schumann's book is not good. Although the work is also about childhood, it is written for adults. The content is basically all memories of him and Clara, so it is not suitable for children to play.

Lin Youyou thinks about it too, Gullit's is indeed the most suitable for playing children's works for children.

Gullit has three collections of works written for children's piano education.

In the next few days, Lin Youyou picked out a few more songs from Gullit's works one after another, but Li An never looked for him again.

He thought that Ang Lee had found a new suitable track for himself, but it turned out that he changed the work himself.

The modification is good, and it is more suitable for this little girl to play. Of course, the little girl is also very good, and the interpretation is very good.

Lin Youyou is relatively straightforward. Judging from the pure performance, the child's fingers and sense of rhythm are indeed lacking, but the notes under the fingers can give people a sense of freshness, which shows that the child's heart is delicate. They are all thoughtful.

Here she also has to praise Li An, without Li An's guidance, the performance in front of her would not be possible, and she doesn't know how Li An taught it.

She suddenly wanted to see what kind of score Yu Xiaobei used.
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When the music theme came back again, Xiaobei stepped on the pedal four times in a row this time, each measure in a group, the continuous harmony progress was different from the clarity of the theme in the first pass, and at this moment the whole hall was surrounded by a hazy, more complicated sound. sound effects.

The contrast of clear and hazy colors highlights the dramatic nature of the music, making people feel like tasting a slightly bitter olive and seeing blue snowflakes in the blink of an eye.

Accompanied by the little white figure in the center of the stage, it flutters and spreads faintly.

Spread to everyone's ears, moistening and comforting.

As the music came to an end, the speed of Xiao Bei's fingers gradually became slower.

Li An's heartbeat also became slower and slower.

He is calm, not calm.

Looking at Xiaobei who is sitting in front of the piano and playing wholeheartedly, he must admit that he has a special sense of happiness, and his impulse is aroused again. He hopes that every child who learns the piano can find his own share in it. hapiness.

Li An was a little troubled by his fickleness, but in 10 minutes, he seemed to deny himself again.

That's right, he felt that his thoughts just now were influenced by emotions and were too extreme.

Some things are really beyond my control at present.

It's easy to just protect himself, but maybe, maybe sometimes it's just a choice between thoughts, maybe he can do more.

Even if it's just a small person, shouldn't he have the attitude of a small person?

If you choose to follow the crowd and only care about protecting your side, how can you be different from some people.

The indignation hidden in my heart has become a self-complaint because I am not strong enough.

Looking back at those people, are they really wrong?

They just made their choice. This choice may be immoral in his view, but how can this choice be defined as wrong.

As a person, a living person, it is impossible to exist independently of the group.

Within the framework of society, each adult plays a different role in belonging to a group.

The combination of different characters makes it even more complicated.

"when-"

As Xiaobei pressed the last note, the music slowly stopped, only the dreamy beauty of the girl's last ray of dawn lingering in the air.

At the end of the song, Xiaobei's fingers were still pressing on the key, and under her sweaty forehead, her eyes were still serious, and time was still passing.

No one applauded, and the scene fell into silence.

Li An looked at the stage quietly, wandering between the stage and his thoughts. He knew that Xiaobei had finished playing, and he suddenly thought of a news that he saw some time ago.

A desperate father finally chooses to block the way and rob in order to treat his son's illness.

There are various comments below.

There is the position of the father, the position of the victim, the position of the judge, and the position of the son. The people who eat melons play various roles.

If the Internet is the epitome of society, then maybe this is the so-called adult world where there is no right or wrong, only positions?
wrong.

wrong.

Li An felt that this was wrong.

Dad was wrong, and he was wrong to save the child.

Truth is truth, and objective laws are objective laws.

Taking a deep breath, this time Li An felt that he had finally figured it out a little bit, unlike just now that he thought he had figured it out completely.

Let time tell, he calmly waited for the next choice.

To be honest, he was still a little unsure of what he would do.

Probably this is life.

But there is one thing that he is more determined, focusing on his own affairs to work hard, and strive to improve the structure and self-cultivation.

To put it one-sidedly, let’s talk about piano education. Only by becoming better, stronger, and more influential can more children feel the charm of piano music and influence more students. Qin child.

Just like Xiao Bei today.

Li An does not deny that Xiaobei is serious about the piano in his bones, but if Xiaobei hadn't met him, maybe Xiaobei would not have the opportunity to play such a happy piece of music on such a stage today.

This can at least prove that his hard work and dedication are worthwhile.

At the same time, he also wanted to say to Xiaobei on stage, thank you, Xiaobei.

If it weren't for this poetic and pure healing dream song, which made him conduct a deep intracranial exploration, perhaps he would not have the firmness and relaxation at this moment.

Xiaobei, you must be another gift from God.

The teacher will definitely cherish it, thank you, Xiaobei,

There is something to say, it's great.

Reminiscing about Xiaobei's performance, Li An gradually smiled.

Give your child time, time to the music, and time to yourself.

He really didn't expect that these words would finally fulfill him once.

Some kind of metaphysical causality?

Li An didn't want to think about anything anymore.
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It's a long story, everything is in Li An's mind in just a few breaths.

Just as he stretched out his hand to applaud, there was a clear sound behind him, followed by an inaudible sob that was drowned out by the continuous applause.

While applauding, he turned his head and saw the girl in a baseball cap sitting next to Wu Fusheng wiping the corner of her eyes.

Looking back, what can he say, he can only say that Xiaobei tonight is magical.

Magical girl.
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As the applause sounded, our magical girl got up and walked from the piano to the front of the stage, and bowed again facing the applause from the scene.

Xiao Bei felt that she had no regrets this spring.

She hoped that she could perform this piece well in today's arena, and now her wish has come true.

After playing this piece, she seemed to feel that she had grown up a bit.

She couldn't tell, he was a little excited at the moment, a little eager, a little wanting to laugh.

She saw the teacher laughing, which made her want to laugh even more.

But she can't, oh, so excited!

So, Xiaobei took a step forward and bent down again towards Li An.
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"Little Bei!!"

Suddenly there was a voice from the backstage, and everyone at the scene heard it!

Xu Li's heart tensed and then relaxed. She was anxiously preparing to find this bastard.

Li An covered his face: I'm really convinced that you are everywhere
Then he shook his head with a smile.

At this moment, a row of small blue characters floated in front of my eyes.

[Yu Xiaobei's teacher-student index has risen to 99]

He looked up.

The teacher and the student met each other across the stage again.

Xiao Bei opened and closed his lips slightly, as if to say, thank you, teacher.
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Backstage lounge.

"thirsty."

Che Lin squinted and opened her eyes, only to feel that her throat seemed to be on fire. She reached out and fumbled for water as if she was used to it.

(End of this chapter)