Please, come home and practice the piano

Unlike Wang Xiaohu's Sunday schedule, Che Lin didn't have swimming lessons or other remedial classes on Sundays.

After getting up, Che Lin washed up and ate breakfast as usual. Her breakfast today was a bowl of mung bean soup and two bean buns.

The mung bean soup was cooked in the old car after five o'clock, and the bean buns were made by Sang Ping last night.

After breakfast, she went back to her bedroom, and before practicing the piano, she read the classmate records that four friends had filled out for her.

She read it as carefully as she read a sheet of music.

Every stroke has a sound in her eyes, and it echoes from time to time. For example, the food that Xiaobei doesn't like is all kinds of fish, and Wang Xiaohu wants to become a conductor in the future.
It took her 10 minutes to read the four classmates. After 10 minutes, she put away the four classmates and started today's exercise.

The morning light outside the window is bright, but it is too hot, and the air conditioner in the room does not turn on the air conditioner for a while, making people sweat on the forehead.

In the recent period, every child has grown to some extent, and Che Lin naturally has it too.

She will not turn on the air conditioner when she wants to, as before.

An hour later, she went to the bedroom of her father and Sang Ping. When she opened the door, a wave of heat hit her. This bedroom was hotter than hers.

He picked up the fan on the stool in two steps.

After struggling to move the fan to her bedroom, the beads of sweat on her forehead finally trickled down as if she couldn't get rid of it.

Plug in the electricity, turn on the switch, and the fan blades whine and blow the wind.

The wind is not cool, but stronger than nothing.

With the lukewarm wind blowing, Che Lin returned to the piano to continue practicing, and the girl's holiday fantasy continued to flow in the clear melody like a gurgling stream.

The sun outside the window continued to shine.
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The sun was just basking in it, until it reached the peak.

A week later, at 09:30 on Tuesday morning, Ang Lee went to the Rongcheng Concert Hall for an appointment.

The day before yesterday afternoon, Li An received a message from Fang Yongbo. In the message, Fang Yongboxi asked Li An about his schedule, and then the two agreed on today's time on the phone.

"Fang Zhi."

Li An saw Fang Yongbo when he entered the gate of the concert hall, and stepped forward to say hello.

"Good morning," the two shook hands, and Fang Yongbo took Li An to the theater concert hall.

"Is it too hot?" Fang Yongbo asked on the road.

"It's too hot," Li An's T-shirt was soaked in sweat, "I'm falling into the ambush."

Walking into the theater concert hall, the oncoming air-conditioning makes people feel refreshed.

Under the bright lights, the musicians on the stage were chatting. Seeing the movement here, they all stopped to look.

Fang Yongbo led the way, and Li An followed.

"Li An." Stopping in front of a group of casual musicians, Fang Yongbo introduced Li An with only two words.

At the same time as the applause sounded, Li An stepped forward and bowed.

Indeed, there is no need to introduce any more, everyone here today does not know Li An.

"Good morning, teachers, Xin."

It can't be said to break the ice with a word, but everyone didn't expect this upstart in the classical piano circle of Rongcheng to be so friendly and polite.

It's not at all like the clarinet player yesterday, he really regarded himself as a performer, and he was pulling like two to five to eighty thousand.

The musicians who can sit here are all well-known in their majors. Besides, what kind of top masters have you never collaborated with?

Therefore, they all smiled at Li Anhui.

Fang Yongbo then introduced the chief of the orchestra to Ang Lee, "Lin Qingfeng."

Lin Qingfeng looked about 35 years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a polo shirt, he looked refined.

Hearing Lao Fang shouting, Lin Qingfeng put down the piano and stood up.

Li An took the initiative to step forward and stretched out his hands, "Mr. Lin is working hard."

"I've heard of Mr. Li's name for a long time." Lin Qingfeng also nodded and stretched out his hands.

Both of them were half-bent, Li An bent a little lower, and with such a handshake, the atmosphere at the scene couldn't be better.

In terms of level, Lin Qingfeng, as the chief of Rong Ai, started out as a genuine performer, at least Ang Lee is incomparable now.

But on this occasion, Li An was the guest performer invited by Fang Yongbo, and he was the absolute protagonist of this show.

Li An gave Lin Qingfeng face, he gave Rongcheng Aile face, he gave Fang Yongbo face.

Of course Fang Yongbo was happy, and smiled at the musicians: "Don't make any trouble for me today, whoever loses me, this month's performance will be judged by yourself."

Everyone laughed, and the young bassist counterattacked directly, "Boge, what if you make a mistake."

Fang Yongbo said, "Okay, I will listen to your rhythm today."

Bassist: "Come on, come on, if you can't fault me, you can treat everyone to dinner at noon."

Fang Yongbo: "Okay, if you have any questions, please."

Everyone in the orchestra booed, "Okay!"

On the side, Ang Lee once again felt the vitality of this young team, which is really good.

After laughing for a while, Fang Yongbo clapped his hands like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, "Work."

Then the chief oboist blows, and everyone picks up their instruments.

As soon as the dialogue started, the feeling of the golden stage came out.

"Come on," Fang Yongbo invited Ang Lee to the auditorium, "Let's listen first."

The two came to the seventh row and sat down. Li An put down his schoolbag and took out the band score.

At this point the orchestra ended.

Li An was wondering why Fang Yongbo came down too, and just as he was thinking, all the musicians looked at Lin Qingfeng.

It turned out to be the case.

In the next second, Lin Qingfeng set up the piano, and all members of the string group followed suit to prepare for the performance.

In a breath, with Lin Qingfeng slightly shaking his head, the orchestra part of the first movement of Mozart k414 began.

The soft first violin plays the main theme, the second violin plays the third, and the bass string harmony lays the foundation.

The bass guy who spoke to Fang Yongbo just now also became serious at the moment, and the continuous quarter notes under his hands were humming, piercing the flowing melody like a needle in the sea, controlling the speed of the music and giving the music the power to move forward.

Pretty.

Li An admired in his heart, but it would be great if the speed at the beginning could be a little faster.
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The importance of a conductor to an orchestra is self-evident. Without a conductor, there would be no orchestra.

If this sentence was placed before the nineteenth century, people would definitely be sprayed to death.

Because the role of the conductor at that time was more as a metronome, a real metronome that kept the music going steadily.

After that, the conductor gradually disappeared, and did not reappear until more than 100 years later.

It's a magical evolution, with conductors disappearing and then reappearing as orchestras become more complex.

Friends who are interested in this may wish to read Adam Cass's Orchestra in the Eighteenth Century, so I won't repeat it here.

In short, the conductor is a well-deserved C-position, the soul of an orchestra.

The musicians uphold the will of the conductor, and use the instruments in their hands to charge for the conductor.

Ang Lee has already learned through Qi Guojuan that Fang Yongbo has started to rehearse the orchestra part of k414, so the band part in his ears at this time is Fang Yongbo's comprehensive understanding of all aspects of this work.

Ang Lee can deduce tempo, phrase division, rhythm and accent position from this.

The difference between this and the previous conversation between the two is that they were talking about the piano part at that time.

Now for the band part.

When talking about the piano part, the two chatted happily.

As for the band part, Ang Lee felt that the two might have a little disagreement.

So how to express his thoughts to the other party gracefully and politely, Li An still didn't have the confidence, even though Qin Yong had encouraged him.

Just as the performance was coming to an end, "How is it?" Fang Yongbo's question interrupted Ang Li's listening thoughts.

Not knowing where the courage came from, Li An answered directly: "Fang Zhi, I want to speed up the overall tempo of the first movement."

"Hmm—" Fang Yongbo nodded, obviously, hmm is just a kind of thinking, and the nodding action just means that I understand.

Fang Yongbo was lost in thought, but once Li An said the words, he felt relieved.

moment.

"Tell me what you think." Fang Yongbo felt that the tempo was just right. If it was any faster, the entire three movements would have to be adjusted.

Adjustment is of course no problem, but the premise is that Ang Lee must be able to give him a convincing reason.

Every performer and conductor has their own understanding of Mozart, and Ang Lee can understand it very well.

His thought was: "Fang Zhi, look here first."

Li Ang until the transition section between the main theme and the subtitle, "The harmony of these four measures is continuous, and finally returns to the main theme and then the subtitle. I didn't go well when I started practicing here, and it is always easy to pop up a kind of termination. a feeling of."

Fang Yongbo nodded again, this time in agreement, because he also encountered a little obstacle here, that is to say, so far, the two people's music analysis routes are the same.

"Go on."

Ang Lee went on to analyze: "But here is a phrase that needs to be highlighted. It doesn't look like the kind of sudden transposition or accent emphasis that gives people the expected harmony progression, but the sense of return from the subordinate to the main is just that. It will give people a sense of stereotype.”

Pause, "So I wonder if there is such a possibility, since the harmony frame is fixed, can we make this section out of the original speed zone."

Fang Yongbo took over the words: "Advance with speed, emphasize what can be expected, and create a surprising dramatic effect."

Fang Yongbo thought about this way of handling at the time, but how to urge, this is a matter that affects the whole body, so after thinking about it, he decided that the speed here will not change, and then use the strong and weak interaction of clauses to set up the sub-section. bridge the entire paragraph.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Li An shaking his head, he couldn't help being surprised at first, and then cast a curious look, "What do you mean?"

Ang Lee: "Fang Zhi, can we use the hidden speed of the music to continuously imply the continuation of the rhythm of the music, and then we will increase the speed from this section."

Speaking of Li An, he pointed to the continuous paragraphs of the first eight measures, "Here, we can first create a lively and flowing feeling. At this point, I will make the timbre a little harder. It sounds like the speed will not change, but it belongs to the return of the master. The feeling is diminished."

Fang Yongbo already understood what Li An said halfway through, and when he finished speaking, Fang Yongbo looked at the music score and clicked his lips: "Understood."

Moment, quipped, "You want to take off the tights you put on the piano part."

Li An was taken aback, then laughed, his little Jiujiu was exposed now, after talking so much, he just wanted the music to enter the speed he wanted from the very beginning.

That being the case, enough of the talking, then——

"Yes, Fang Zhi. In my mind, this work is more like a Divertimento style work. On the basis of great balance, it may be sometimes melancholy, sometimes gorgeous, and sometimes with a hint of humor."

After a pause, "Otherwise, wouldn't it be a pity to have so many rich materials."

It must be said that Ang Lee's last words moved Fang Yongbo. Indeed, looking horizontally and vertically, every corner of this song k414 is full of Mozart's flashes of inspiration.

Although Ang Lee is a young performer, he has clear ideas about music and can name 123 of them. As the role he plays, he should at least give the other party a chance to try.

His purpose is not to make this concert his amusement park. On the contrary, what he hopes most is that the audience and the media will ignore his existence and remember the music and these young faces.

Finally, he glanced at the band score in Ang Lee's hand. It was still densely written like the piano score he saw last time.

Well, just for this, he decided to give Li Ang two chances.

"Come on, let's work too, let's go through it first, don't worry about playing boldly, I'll follow you as fast as you can."

Li An was overjoyed, there was something to be done.
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The two packed up and went on stage, Li An sat down in front of the piano and played the scales slowly.

Here Fang Yongbo walked to Lin Qingfeng's music stand, "The speed here"

Li An didn't listen carefully, and devoted himself to warming up. After 2 minutes, he stopped and signaled that he was ok.

Fang Yongbo walked up to the podium, put on his glasses after sitting down, and then picked up the baton on the music table.

The stage suddenly fell silent, and all eyes were on the baton.

Fang Yongbo looked around and raised his hand, his eyes sharpened.

With a breath, the baton in his hand flicked lightly, and the string group sounded neatly.

Just by looking at the frequency of the bass guy's bow arm, we can tell that the band's speed is ten beats faster than the one just now.

In front of the piano, Li An sighed and looked up at the sky above the stage.

Shrouded by the light of the table, there is a faint scent of damp wood in the air, there is a band behind him, and there is music in his ears.

He is not sure whether this speed is what he wants in the end, and he will not know until the end of this time, maybe he can't be sure at the end of this time, but it doesn't matter, anyway, now it's time for him to enjoy the stage, who cares whether there are audiences in the audience .

Roughly counting, from getting this piece to today, he has practiced the three movements for fifty hours.

No more and no less.

Raising your finger and falling, a series of musical notes are like rain from the sky, covered with gold under the light of the stage, falling extremely mellowly on the stage.

The young man in Rabes suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

Good feeling!

In the next second, he received a heartless look from the podium.

At this point, everyone has already settled down for today's lunch.

If Xiaoche was on the scene at this moment, she would understand better what the teacher said a week ago about the sound of pearls falling on the glass.
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In the study, in front of Xiao Hei, Che Lin's hands were also jumping quickly on the keyboard.

The sound waves in the air were furious.

"Xiaobei play you." Ji Yang once again reminded Xiaobei not to look at Che Lin.

Xiaobei hurriedly turned his head.

For a moment, Ji Yang felt that this was not going to work, that Xiao Bei and Che Lin could no longer be placed in the same time slot.

There are also Wang Xiaohu and Liu Fengrui.

After the dinner that night, judging from the recent period of time, the relationship between the children is indeed closer than before.

This is a good thing, but it also has a bad side.

No, she has to respond to the teacher.