Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 653 352. Journey Note 38: “Listening and performing in church in the morning, children don’t wear makeup.”

Norton Manor is quiet under the morning light, as if time has stood still here.

The children were still sleeping softly, and old Charlie had already walked out of the hotel door on crutches and was walking along the cobblestone path through the mill.

Like every day in the past, the old man needs to start a new day in prayer.

Suddenly, a faint sound of piano came from the direction of the church.

The old man's ears perked up and he continued walking slowly towards the church without speeding up his steps.

As we get closer, the sound of the piano becomes clearer and clearer.

Approaching the door of the church, he saw a young man sitting in front of the stage piano.

Judging from the young man's playing demeanor, he was immersed in the music at the moment.

The wonderful Italian Concerto, which he had just played last night.

For fear of disturbing the young people who were playing, old Charlie put away his crutch and took a gentle step to the last beat with his left hand and sat down.

Putting down his crutches, his eyes focused on the young man in front of the piano again.

His physical skills declined over the years, and he could no longer see clearly the hands on the keyboard.

Even with just his ears, he could clearly see what was happening on the keyboard.

But despite this, he still wanted to see the young man's touch keys up close with his own eyes.

What kind of hands are these?

The old man has seen all kinds of piano players in his life and thousands of pairs of hands playing on the piano.

Among them were hands whose finger strength was so powerful that he was amazed, and hands whose control of keys was developed to the extreme.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the hands holding Bach were the former or the latter.

Judging from the vague body movements in front of the piano, the other party's playing state is extremely relaxed.

He initially judged that the opponent's fingertips must have received special training.

The kind of explosive power that can penetrate the storm in an instant requires mobilization of the whole body, but the opponent accomplished it easily.

The articulation state between granularity and relaxation can also confirm this.

The gradual intensification and weakening of the delicateness greatly demonstrates the other party's mastery of key control.

He felt that the young man had a two-in-one playing function at his fingertips.

A very difficult technology to coexist with.

but.

Putting too much emphasis on your fingertips is not a good way to play Baroque period pieces.

While this allows the legato staccato to express itself in clear, constant changes that characterize the work, excessive force can interrupt the sense of coherent breathing that the piece requires.

You must know that the harpsichord of the Baroque period can only slightly change the power of the sound with the pressure of the fingers. It cannot play the crescendo and diminution changes like a modern piano.

Therefore, after reaching a certain stage, when performing works from the Baroque period, a stable and moderate force must be used, and the transition between strong and weak should be avoided as gradually as possible.

One sentence is strong and the other is weak. The difference between strong and weak must be clear. This step-like transition needs to be direct and clear, otherwise there will be a tendency to lean towards romantic playing techniques.

Of course, with the development of piano functions, it is now common to use crescendos and decrescendos in Bach's works in some piano teaching methods, including some performers' performances.

But in Old Charlie's opinion, this approach has an aspect worth exploring and requires vigilance.

The style represents the period and is the result of the mutual integration of music, culture and secularity. Playing classical music is also playing history.

Players need to maintain such vigilance.

The reason why Bach is Bach, in the eyes of old Charlie, the greatness of Bach is that Bach was neither a revolutionary nor an idol at that time. He just used the traditions passed down from generation to generation to give his music a new meaning. .

He often tells his students that creation in performance is not about making something out of nothing, but about following the operating laws of the world shown to us, and then finding the development possibilities hidden in a sentence.

Obviously, the music in his ears at this moment sounded more gorgeous and hollow to old Charlie, like a deer lost in the forest, but he still said that these were a pair of wise hands.

Occasionally, a musical phrase full of aesthetic imagination will pop up in the details, which makes people unable to help but admire.

A pretty good player.

After praying, old Charlie stood up gently and left with his walking stick.

As soon as he walked out of the door, the sound of the piano behind him suddenly became very familiar to his left hand.

He stopped in surprise.

The music reaches its ears again, as if the bird has the reverse direction of flight.
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On the stage, the music reached the third movement, and Ang Lee simply gave up.

He lifted his hands and dropped his shackles, no longer thinking about Mr. Charlie's performance last night.

It's really impossible to imitate it. The charm, expressiveness, and emotional goals that cover everything are too complicated. The more he imitates, the less he can play it.

He had played the Italian Concerto before and memorized it, but at that time he just thought that the piece simply sounded good.

After listening to the old man's performance last night, coupled with the interpretation from Boss X's perspective, he had some new insights and understanding of the piano music of the Baroque period.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have run out in the middle of his sleep.

He couldn't wait to try it on the piano.

But after trying it, he could better appreciate the old man's profound understanding of Bach's works, and he played it so well.

After playing the last movement in one breath, Ang Lee stopped and turned around on the empty stage.

Heheheyou did a few lunges, a few turns, stretched his body as if he were hitting a high ball, and swung a few shots in the air.

The physical activity was turned on. He looked at his phone and saw that he could still practice for another hour.

After sending a message to Yuan Xiaoyu, he put down his phone and sat in front of the piano, starting today's practice with the C major scale.

As time passed, the sky outside the church window became brighter and brighter.

The temperature in the air is gradually rising, and it's another hot day.

As he bounced, Li An felt his temples begin to sweat.

He has to turn on the air conditioner in advance when he comes back tomorrow!
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"Get up!"

"Get up!"

07:30 sharp!

Dangdang!
Dangdang!
In the hotel corridor, the staff knocked on the children's room doors one by one.

Room 2004.

"Get up!"

Wang Xiaohu sat up from the bed by the window with a start, and opened the curtains and it was already bright outside.

A brand new day!

"Mark!"

Marco turned over in a daze, folded his legs under the quilt and turned around, saying vaguely: "Call me later."

Wang Xiaohu had an idea: "Your a** is exposed."

After hearing this, Marco immediately turned over and sat up, casually covering his body with the quilt, but nothing was covered, but he found that his panties were still safe!
With a helpless eye roll and a big sigh, Marco twisted his neck and moved his shoulders, and suddenly felt a sense of soreness.Seeing that Wang Xiaohu was full of energy early in the morning, he asked: "Aren't you feeling sore?"

Wang Xiaohu: "No, my legs still hurt a little."

Marco: "Is your leg feeling better?"

Wang Xiaohu: "No problem, it will be fine in two days."

Marco got off the bed and stretched, "My whole body aches."

Wang Xiaohu: "It's normal. You don't usually exercise. You exercised too much yesterday. It's okay. You'll be fine tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

The two little boys walked into the bathroom and started washing.

3006.

Hearing the knock on the door, the car was the first to get up.

Then came Senior Sister Ji Yang.

Xiaobei finally sat up in a daze. Like Marco, Xiaobei also felt sore all over.

But as soon as she opened her eyes and saw Linlin and her senior sister, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

"Good morning Linlin, good morning senior sister."

"Good morning Xiaobei," Ji Yang asked his two sisters to wash up first.

Xiaobei and Xiaoche came out of the wash. Ji Yang went in to wash up. When he came out, he saw Xiaoche braiding Xiaobei's hair.

It's a technique.
"I'll do it." Senior Sister Ji Yang took the rubber band from the little rider, "Xiao Bei, can you tie your hair into a higher braid today?"

Xiaobei: "Okay!"

Xiao Che was observing and studying on the side, and he felt that what the senior sister did was just beautiful.

For a kid who has never grown his hair long, braiding is indeed a difficult thing.

Xiaobei tied up her whip and wanted to change into a pink skirt. Ji Yang reminded: "Xiaobei, today is not a course day. You can't wear your own clothes yet. You must wear camp uniforms on your upper body."

Xiaobei: "Oh!"

Xiaoche asked: "Sister, can I wear overalls?"

Ji Yang: "Okay."

The two little girls began to change clothes.

After changing, the two people approached Ji Yang and looked at him curiously.

Xiaobei: "Senior sister, what is in this black bottle?"

Ji Yang: "Foundation."

Xiaoche: "Sister, is this nail polish?"

Ji Yang: "This is lip gloss, not nail paint."

Xiaoche and Xiaobei: "Wow."

"Do you want to try it?" Ji Yang teased the two of them with a smile.

The two quickly ran away shyly.

Xiaobei thought to herself how she could put on makeup since she was not performing on stage. She felt that she could only put on makeup when she was as old as Senior Sister Ji Yang. However, he still liked Senior Sister Ji Yang’s little bag. All the bottles and jars in it looked good. pretty
Xiaoche, on the other hand, feels that putting on makeup is troublesome, with so many bottles and jars to put on her face, and she thinks Sister Ji Yang is very beautiful and doesn’t need to put on makeup at all.

In fact, Ji Yang simply applied a layer of foundation and moisturized his lips.

Putting away his makeup bag, Ji Yang used a hairpin to pin up the broken hair under his left forehead, and then changed into a pair of sweatpants that matched the color of his camp uniform.

The whole person looks clean and neat, but also full of youthfulness.

"Let me look at you two."

Of course, Ji Yang didn't forget to help his two sisters tidy up again.

"Ok!"

"It's time to go, two beauties."

"Hey hey hey-"

Before leaving, Xiaoche quickly picked up the leftover garbage on the table last night.

When the time came to eight o'clock, groups of children went to the restaurant one after another.

After meeting the friends in Piano Classroom No. [-], everyone was first concerned about whether Wang Xiaohu’s leg was feeling better.

Wang Xiaohu was so moved that he bowed directly: "Thank you!"

Senior Sister Ji Yang smiled: "Don't thank me, just save us some trouble in the future!"

Wang Xiaohu scratched his head: "Hey, I know, I know!"

The children walked into the restaurant together with a smile.

It can be seen that after spending the whole day yesterday, all the children have become much closer to each other.

Everyone greeted each other.

Wang Xiaohu said hello to Fu Yu here, and Doudou said hello to Marco over there.

Liu Zihan and Xiao Che waved in the distance, and Tang Xiaoxing also raised his hand to respond to Xiao Bei.

Teachers also arrived one after another. Wang Han didn't see Li An. When he asked, he learned that Li An had gone to his family church to practice piano early in the morning.

When everyone heard this, they felt a little admiration in their hearts. It's no wonder that he plays the piano well.

Finally several professors also came to the restaurant.

Seeing the professors again is no stranger to the children.

At least they can tell which professors played the piano last night.

Boss X signaled that everyone could pick up their meals and reminded: "Children, don't eat too much for breakfast. We still have delicious food for lunch."

At this moment, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared outside the restaurant door.

In an instant, all the children in Piano Classroom No. [-] came forward.

Everyone in Piano Classroom No. [-] is here.

"I am Liu Fengrui, who is one day late. I am rich in harvest and auspicious in luck. I have studied piano for three and a half years. I like cycling and playing basketball."

For a moment, the whole restaurant couldn't help it, "Hahahaha————"

Liu Fengrui, everyone remembers this name.
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The pleasant breakfast started like this. During the meal, Boss X came to the center of the hall again.

"While everyone is having breakfast, I will announce the theme of today's event."

The children were stunned, stopped what they were doing, and looked at each other.

Boss X paused, looked around and uttered five words:
"The Creation of Music."

(End of this chapter)