Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 525 224-"Three days?"-"Three days."

Fang Yongbo looked down at his watch, it was not yet 09:30.

Seeing Fang Yongbo got up, Li An hurried to meet him, "Fang Zhi, good morning."

Fang Yongbo didn't know how long Li An had been standing there waiting for him. Although he didn't waste Li An's time, Li An's behavior still won his favor.

Fang Yongbo stretched out his hand and said kindly, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Li An bent down and stretched out his hands, shook them gently, and said truthfully, "I ate something at home before going out."

Fang Yongbo smiled: "Let's go, eat some more."
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Walking into the restaurant of the Rongcheng Concert Hall for the third time, Li An was quite familiar with it.

From the self-service ordering area to the seats, Li An observed all the way. In many cases, it was Fang Yongbo who took the initiative to greet others.

Judging from the reactions of those people, it seems that Fang Yongbo is not regarded as a great leader.

Especially those two young people and one young guy, when they greeted each other, they kindly called Fang Yongbo: Boge.

Li An reckoned that Fang Yongbo was old enough to be a father to these two young girls.

This can also reflect from the side that Rongai should be a dynamic team.

Looking at Fang Yongbo's well-proportioned figure and the tendons under the cuffs, this middle-aged uncle should still like sports on weekdays.

"Sit." Fang Yongbo put the full plate on the table first, and then called Li An to sit opposite him.

With only a symbolic glass of milk in his hand, Li An sat down and smiled, "I envy your appetite."

Fang Yongbo laughed, picked up an egg and knocked it on the plate, "Brunch, one meal."

After a while, "Are you busy with work recently?"

Li An: "It's been fine recently, the few jobs in hand are over, you should be busier than usual recently."

"It's a bit busier than usual. After all, it's the first time we've held a music season of this scale in Rongcheng," Fang Yongbo said, changing the subject, "But with the support of you outstanding young people, this music season will definitely be a complete success."

Ang Lee: "With you at the helm, I believe this summer is just the beginning for the future of Chengdu music."

Fang Yongbo smiled, wiped his mouth for a moment and said, "What do you think of the Golden Bell Awards being settled in Rongcheng next year?"

Ang Lee: "Opportunity."

"Oh?" Fang Yongbo raised his voice, "How do you say it?"

Li Ang: "The beauty of music in Rongcheng is unique in history. There are many silk pipes in Jincheng every day, half into the river and half into the clouds. Although Du Fu's poem was ironic at the time, it also reflects the prosperity of music in Rongcheng."

"In the field of music culture, Rongcheng's heritage is not inferior to any city in China."

"In the eight years I have lived in Rongcheng, I have witnessed the establishment of the Sister Cities Youth Music Week, the development of the two local event brands, the Rongcheng Cup and Golden Age, as well as various new and rebuilt music performance facilities, as well as the Asian Chorus Festival held last spring in Rongai."

"These are evidences that Rongcheng attaches great importance to the development of the music culture industry in recent years and intends to build a music city in the west."

Fang Yongbo nodded, the interest in his eyes became more intense.

Ang Lee continued: "But this alone is not enough. We still lack truly influential top-level music events, competitions and activities to continue to speed up the improvement of the city's music business card."

After a pause, "So I think that the Golden Bell Awards will be settled in Rongcheng next year, which is an opportunity for Rongcheng Music to continue to make great strides forward."

Fang Yongbo: "What about the challenge?"

Li An's voice suddenly became hoarse when he spoke.

Fang Yongbo followed with a smile and said, "Don't worry and speak boldly."

After a while, Li An bit the bullet and said: "From the perspective of the city, regardless of hardware conditions or soft environment, Rongcheng already has sufficient capabilities and conditions to host the Golden Bell Awards."

"But the game it's the game."

Thinking of the memories of his crash in the Xinhai Cup final, Li An really wanted to say something heartfelt, but he couldn't.

Hey.

"The competition itself may be more worthy of the attention of all walks of life."

Fang Yongbo guessed what Li An was going to say just now, picked up his chopsticks again after a while, and added for Li An, "The competition itself is a challenge."

Li An smiled: "I just said it casually, you are all ready for dinner."

Fang Yongbo has seen it. Before that, Li An was mentioned around him without praise. Every time he heard someone praise Li An, he would think in his heart what was different about this young man that so many people liked.

In fact, as early as the beginning of the year, after watching Ang Lee's Red Chamber concert, he had the idea to invite Ang Lee to participate in this music season.

When we met today, it was really unusual, polite, polite, insightful, attitude, and energetic.

He appreciates it.

But back to the topic of today's meeting, Fang Yongbo still wants to discuss music with Ang Lee.

He made it very clear on the phone yesterday.

Fang Yongbo sent out three invitations in the same way except Lao Bian.

In the end, who can cooperate with Rong Ai to perform this heavyweight Mozart concerto depends on who has the best grasp of this work.

As the head of the No. [-] wealthy group in the Southwest, Fang Yongbo naturally has his own set of audit methods.

Listen first, talk later.

After the meal, Fang Yongbo invited Li An to his office. When passing by the convenient seats in the lobby, Li An slowed down and reminded, "Fang Zhi, your score."

"Look at my brain," Fang Yongbo said just now when he saw Li An put the score here casually.

Li An took the initiative to retrieve it, and did not forget to glance at it when returning it to Fang Yongbo. It was the score of k414.

Fang Yongbo took it, "How about this piece?"

Ang Lee: "The material is rich."

Fang Yongbo: "Listen to your first movement later."

Ang Lee: "Okay."

When he came to the office, Fang Yongbo came to the sofa next to the piano and sat down. "You warm up first," he said, and reopened the score.

Li An was ordered to take off the sun protection clothing, and while adjusting his breathing, he hung the sun protection clothing on the hanger.

Then he took off his watch again, and it was already 55:[-].

The second class of the car should have already left.

Li An swept away the distracting thoughts in his mind, put down his watch, and then took out the score and a white handkerchief from his bag.

It has only been three days since he got the score, and he has not memorized the first movement. In addition, he also needs hints on the score to remind him how to deal with several places.

Sitting in front of the piano, he lifted the cover of the piano and unfolded the score on the music stand.

Adjust the sitting posture, let out a breath, raise your hands and start running the scale.

The bright A major scale makes the whole office a little brighter.

After about 5 minutes, Li An stopped.

"Fang Zhi, I can do it."

"Okay," Fang Yongbo looked sideways in response, and found that there was still a sheet of music on the music stand. After scanning it slightly, it was densely written.

With an expectant expression on his face, he gave a please gesture.

Li Ang nodded, and turned his gaze back to the beginning of the music score in front of him. The first 63 bars were the part played by the band. He thought about it for a while, and then looked back four bars from the No. 60 bar entered by the piano.

Concentrate, exhale, raise your hand, inhale.

next second.

Finger drop.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang."

Only listening to four clean quarter notes, the feeling of singing rises slowly from Ang Lee's right hand, without any rush, accompanied by the clear grainy Alberti bass of the left hand to start the prologue of the first movement.

The first movement, tempo, allegro.

After four consecutive anti-dotted bars, Ang Lee handled it with light front and back heavy, and the lightness in Mozart's music works appeared between the musical lines.

Hearing this, Fang Yongbo nodded slightly.

Xin said that the quality of the processing is quite good.

But in Fang Yongbo's view, this is what it should be, otherwise Li An would not have the chance to sit here.

But just after the first eight measures of the piano part were completed in a satisfactory manner, when the ninth measure began to repeat the theme of the first eight measures.

"when."

When the first quarter note appeared again, it caught Fang Yongbo's attention.

In the same place, the feeling of appearing the second time is completely different from the first time.

Perhaps for listeners with insensitive ears, Ang Lee's repetition of the theme this time is no different from the first time.

But in the ears of a professional conductor, behind the slight change in strength and weakness is the player's musical thinking and understanding of the score.

More importantly, this is a concerto, not a solo piano work. When the piano is playing, it is actually accompanied by the sound of the band.

Then this little local change on the piano will directly affect the presentation effect of the overall voice.

Unconsciously, Fang Yongbo listened to Ang Lee's performance and came to the side of the piano, holding the score in one hand, and began to draw with the other hand.

If Fang Yongbo was standing behind Li An, Li An would not be able to do anything even if he noticed it.

But now there is a big hand moving gently in his peripheral vision, so there is no reason why he should turn a blind eye.

It must be said that Fang Yongbo's behavior made Li An angry.

After playing an ascending scale run with his right hand, he embellished it with a light skip, and then he took over the melody with his left hand, and repeated this ascending run again with his fingertips touching the keys.

For a moment, the baroque music period appeared in the music for a while, and the unobtrusive color changes complemented Mozart's flash of inspiration.

After that, you came and went in the middle range, and the music was like a flexible fish swimming in the water between Li An's fingers.

After the quarter-tone counterpoint of the two hands in the 82th bar of the piano is completed, the next to the 85th bar is played by the band again.

Li An knew that he had to be free in this gap, and raised his hand for a moment to count the beat, but Fang Yongbo waved his hand directly, imitating strings and singing this passage out.

As soon as Li An heard the rhythm and feeling of the hum, he immediately understood that this was the string accompaniment effect that Fang Yongbo wanted.

Following Fang Yongbo's falling voice, Ang Lee raised his hand again, retelling the material with a sense of dialogue, and weakened the keys after the pronunciation, and the piano sound instantly improved by three points.

Be provocative.

The drama of Mozart's music, just between these three hands and a mouth, suddenly appears.

The music continued to move forward, Fang Yongbo simply put the score directly on the piano board, not to mention the convenience of turning the score, and his limbs were also liberated.

Fang Yongbo, who turned into a mouth-moving concerto, sang the melody of the violin for a while, and used the bass to imitate the harmony of the cello for the background.

Li An didn't dare to relax for a moment, and he was able to turn over the score while playing in front of him, using the gap of the band's performance and the gap of the piano part.

But at the 178th bar, the mood of the music and Fang Yongbo's seamless command made him have no time to turn over the score with empty beats.

When the music reaches bar 181, it is already the next page, but the score on the music stand is still on the previous page.

Fang Yongbo gestured, shaking his head with a heavy expression.

Li An opened his arms, pushed his shoulders forward, and played a series of tragic octave melodies with his left hand sonorously.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang-"

Infected by Ang Lee's performance, Fang Yongbo completely entered the role, hitting the music in the air with four direct landing points with his left hand, and the humming momentum in his mouth was not weaker than that of the piano.

The sweat on Li An's forehead had flowed down his temples.

too difficult!
At this moment, no one could understand his difficulty, and he couldn't memorize the scores that followed.

While trying to recall the score, he had to cooperate with Fang Yongbo's gestures, and at the same time, he had to ensure that the mood of the music could not be interrupted.

It felt so familiar to him.

Isn't this the second half of the Xinhai Cup final, the scene where he gritted his teeth and played k271.

The last stroke of the left hand was a clear chord, and Li An felt that it was almost the same.

With a sound of "Dang", I had to stop.

With the piano sound gone, Fang Yongbo's humming sound was somewhat awkward.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yongbo was not embarrassed at all. Seeing that Li An didn't continue to follow, he also put down his hands. The feeling that the music was interrupted really made him feel a little uncomfortable physically and psychologically.

A bit like the last moment before shooting, there was a knock on the door.

"I'm sorry, Fang Zhi," Li An flipped through the score, and only after seeing the score did he connect to the short motive at the end. Just as he was about to explain, Fang Yongbo understood what was going on.

He smiled and said, "It's all right."

The strength of both of them has passed, and it is meaningless to connect again.

Besides, today is just a preliminary listening, and Fang Yongbo already knows it in his heart.

"Very thoughtful," Fang Yongbo commented, putting down the score and walking towards the refrigerator, "Green tea or coffee."

Li An knew he could get up when he heard that, "Thank you Fang Zhi, green tea is fine."

As he spoke, he picked up the white handkerchief on the piano board and began to wipe the keys.

Fang Yongbo took out two bottles of green tea from the refrigerator, turned his head just in time to see this scene, and shouted, "You don't need it."

"That's good," Li An wiped his sweat with a handkerchief after wiping the keys in the bass range.

After closing the piano cover and putting the piano bench back to its original place, he picked up the watch on the piano board and brought it back to his wrist.

The whole process lasted only ten seconds, but it gave people an extremely organized feeling.

Fang Yongbo looked at it and nodded secretly, seeing that Li An was about to install the score, "Li An, can you let me have a look at your score?"

"You're welcome." Li An put down his bag, walked to the sofa with his score and handed it to Fang Yongbo.

"Sit, sit, drink water," Fang Yongbo took the score and opened it, and asked while reading, "How long have you practiced this piece?"

"About three days." Li An said as he sat down and picked up the green tea.

"Three days?" Fang Yongbo suddenly raised his head.

Looking up for a moment, he felt a thump in his heart, accompanied by Li An's "click" when he unscrewed the bottle cap.

The four eyes met, Fang Yongbo really didn't expect it.

I saw Li An holding the bottle cap in one hand and the bottle in the other, holding both hands in mid-air, and then nodded with a humble but generous smile.

"Three days."

(End of this chapter)