Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1138 398. Playing the game with my mother [Seventeen]

Tang Zhongfu is not the only big shot watching the game at this moment.

Fang Yongbo also made time specifically for the Group C match.

Coincidentally.

He also made a special trip to listen to Xiao Che and He Jiaming at the same time.

If He Jiaming was the only one competing in today's game, Fang Yongbo might have to say that he didn't have time.

Fang Yongbo thought there was really no need to listen specifically to this child whom he had watched grow up.

Even if it was the first round of the Chopin Competition, Fang Yongbo would not take the time to listen.

This is not to say that Fang Yongbo thinks that the China finals of the Xiaoxiao Tournament can be compared with the first two rounds of the Daxiao Tournament.

What he meant was simply that the two games were similar in terms of watching nature.

He has a rough idea of ​​what kind of performance and works the contestants will produce in these two stages.

Just wait and see the next rounds, when the judges will select a group of contestants for him to refer to.

To put it simply, there will be basically nothing exciting to look forward to in these two rounds of games.

Unless there is something particularly exciting.

For example, Che Lin’s Mazurka.

Zhou Tian had a discussion with Li An and his two disciples in the afternoon. In the past two days, Fang Yongbo often thought about what Xiao Che said that day.

"For example, if a person wants to perform a sad dance, in order to let people know that he is going to perform a sad dance, he may deliberately create a sad feeling in his costume and makeup, and then focus on the delicate and gentle dance movements, and then match it with sad music. This is not right. I don't know if Master Fang can understand what I mean."

When Fang Yongbo heard Xiaoche say this, he was not surprised.

As a student of Ang Lee, it is only natural for me to point out the undesirable aspects of formal stage performance.

"I think true sadness is not expressed externally. It only happens at a certain moment on the stage, whether it is dance or music. Maybe it is a look from a dancer, or a sentence in the piano. As long as it appears, it will affect everyone's emotions. It doesn't have to be at the climax."

When Fang Yongbo heard the following words from the car, he felt somewhat moved.

This implies a deep understanding of the work's secondary expressiveness. If placed in the context of piano performance, it means that the performer and the composer have a disagreement on the curtain structure of the musical passage.

That is, the high-emotional passage that the composer wanted and the high-emotional passage that the performer wanted to present were not achieved in the same position.

Usually, only a performer with sufficient and strong motivation will have the idea of ​​going against the composer's original intention.

Of course, we cannot say that it is a rebellion against the composer himself, after all, the composer is no longer with us. It would be more precise to say that it is a rebellion against tradition.

Of course, as a student of Ang Lee, Xiao Che would have unconventional ideas, which Fang Yongbo can completely accept.

After all, Ang Lee is not a man who sticks to the rules.

Until Xiaoche went on to emphasize this point, "And he can only appear once. The second time he appears, the performance will fail."

It was this sentence that shocked Fang Yongbo greatly.

Fang Yongbo immediately recalled the Mazurka played by Xiaoche. Unfortunately, he did not seem to find the source of this sentence in the Mazurka played by Xiaoche.

So he had to come and listen to Xiaoche's Mazurka again today.

If He Jiaming had expressed some eye-opening performance opinions after playing a series of pieces, Fang Yongbo would have simply thought that this was an afterthought with He Jiaming.

Because He Jiaming grew up surrounded by a group of musicians, he was influenced by them and always quoted other people's "golden sentences" to show off his own performance when talking about his own performance.

As the saying goes, children speak without restraint, and it is appropriate to use it here.

Fang Yongbo would usually just laugh it off and would neither expose He Jiaming nor take it to heart.

But Xiaoche is different. From the first time Fang Yongbo came into contact with Xiaoche, he knew that this was a humble and introverted child.

I especially don't like to express myself through words.

In music, he is a typical actionist.

So he stayed in front of the game screen today, just to hear where Xiaoche had hidden the last scene of Mazurka.

At first, Xiaoche used a faster speed in the beginning of the Mazurka than the opening he had heard last Sunday.

Then came the cleverly designed two-handed dialogue technique, which perfectly inherited her teacher's "concept-changing" skill in handling free speed.

Before the last four bars of the whole piece, it seems that the left hand is the dominant one, and he really thinks so.
It was during this process that he fell into a shocking scam.

When the music entered the last four bars, when he heard that the speed of the left hand repeating the opening introduction was restricted to the rest of the song, it was at that moment that he realized that he had fallen into this trap.

Then the right hand with only three notes takes over the music at the last moment.

At that moment, Xiaoche's original words suddenly rang in Fang Yongbo's ears again.

"And he can only appear once. The second time he appears, the show fails."

Yes, this only change of emotion occurred when he had almost forgotten this key clue.

Just as Xiaoche said, he will appear on the stage at a certain moment, and as soon as he appears, he will affect everyone's emotions.

At that moment, Fang Yongbo was one of them among all the people. He fell, fell in love with the last three notes of Xiaoche's right hand.

It still makes people feel amazing when they think about it again.

No one would have thought that at the last moment, the positions of the left and right hands would change 180 degrees in the musical structure.

In other words, from the very beginning of this piece, it is the right hand that truly guides the progress of the music.

It's like a scene from a criminal investigation story.

Everyone was following the protagonist's perspective to find clues to solve the case. Just when the truth was about to be revealed, the protagonist suddenly closed all the escape routes, turned around, smiled at everyone, and pulled out a gun: Yes, the murderer is me.

When Fang Yongbo understood everything, what he desperately wanted to hear was a gunshot, or the lack of a gunshot.

But his expectations were doomed to fail, because the music ended at this moment.

Just like the story ends at the moment when the protagonist pulls out the gun, he will never know whether the protagonist actually fired that shot in the author's mind.

The most mysterious part is this. Even if he finds the author, no matter what the author tells him, that is the beginning of the next story.

well.

Especially good.

Fang Yongbo must say: Kid, you succeeded, your performance was successful.

"And he can only appear once. The second time he appears, the show fails."

Fang Yongbo is real, he is real.

He really didn't know what else he could say to express his appreciation for the thirteen-year-old girl.

By the way, he also wanted to find out later whether there was any bad teacher involved in this elaborate scam.

Because this is exactly what the bad teacher is good at.

If this is just the child's own idea, then Fang Yongbo will have to find a way to increase his support.

He had already promised the child that no matter what the result of the game was, he, as an uncle, would give a gift.

At this moment, Mr. Tang Zhongfu was also thinking with great interest about what the final outcome of this game would be.

Unlike Fang Yongbo, he believed that the suspense of the game had just begun from this moment.

At the same time, he also re-examined Li Ang, the young piano teacher.
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"Wow—" The performance of contestant No. 01 was still going on, and all Fang Yongbo's thoughts were about the few applause.

In the live broadcast room, Lao Tang, Mu Xin and the other two also applauded when contestant No. 01 stopped.

There was nothing to say, applause was the only thing they wanted to express at the moment.

In the live broadcast room, quite a few people even typed the first place on the public screen.

Even though their four princesses still have one song to go, and even though there are still six contestants left who have not yet appeared on stage.

Xiaobei, Marco, Liu Fengrui and others also spared no effort to congratulate their friends on the stage in advance along with the public screen.

But there was one person who had been silent for a long time.

Brother Xiaohu seems to have become the background board of the live broadcast room.

"Xiaohu, what do you think of Che Lin's Mazurka?" Haitao wondered why the little guy was so quiet.

Logically speaking, when Che Lin is on stage, the person who cheers the loudest can't be anyone else, right?
Wang Xiaohu chuckled and replied, "It must be great."

As he said this, he picked up the lemonade beside him and took a sip. He only took a small sip, but still felt it was hard to swallow.

Maybe he won't want to drink another sip until the game is completely over.

Come on, you will get the results you want. Looking at contestant No. 01 on the stage, he prayed silently in his heart again.
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The players' rest room was completely silent.

The melody of Mazurka seemed to still echo in He Jiaming's ears.

Just by closing his eyes and savoring it for a while, he could once again clearly see that the Mazurka played by Xiaoche Sister was completely different from theirs.

Little sister Che is only thirteen and a half years old, but she can already play the Mazurka.

It's a very strange feeling.

He Jiaming clearly knew that he could not play this Mazurka at all, and he did not even dare to say that he could fully understand the score of this Mazurka.

But he firmly believed that Xiaoche sister could already play Mazurka.

It was difficult for He Jiaming to describe how he felt about this.

From the beginning he was looking forward to Xiaoche sister being able to go to Warsaw with him to participate in the finals, to now after listening to Xiaoche sister's Mazurka, he should actually be quite happy.

But a feeling of powerlessness always lingered in his heart.

It was as if he had exhaustedly rushed across the finish line in front of him, and before he had time to cheer, he saw someone in the distance running towards the next destination.

And this person was someone he had previously considered inferior to himself.

He wanted to catch up, but found that his legs and feet had no control over him.

Is this true talent?
Is this true talent?
He Jiaming has heard the word "talent" since he was a child. The frequency with which these two words are used to describe him is even more than the number of times he plays the wrong notes during piano practice.

He was tired of hearing it, and he thought it was all because he had a respected father.

And his own efforts seemed to be ignored by everyone.

He started learning piano at the age of four, and it has been eleven years since then. He can confidently say that all the flowers and applause he has received were earned through his own hard work.

He Jiaming doesn't like to talk about his competition results, but his practice room is already filled with various trophies, and there are countless award certificates on his bookshelf.

No one can deny that these are the achievements he has made along the way.

But at this moment, facing the Mazurka played by Xiaoche sister, he felt that these symbols of honor that had been buried deep in his heart had lost their meaning.

It turned out that the Mazurka that puzzled him was just a few free speed changes that someone else had casually come up with.

It turns out that Mazurka can be played like this.

After listening to Xiaoche Meime's Mazurka, He Jiaming felt that he could also play this kind of Mazurka, which he thought was great, by imitating Xiaoche Meime's performance.

And this is what makes him feel powerless.

Obviously he worked very hard, very hard, but why was it that he could only realize that the Mazurka could be played in this way after listening to Sister Xiaoche playing it?
Why couldn't he play a mazurka like this through his own efforts?
He Jiaming didn't dare to look back. At least he could still understand Xiaoche sister's mazurka and nocturne.

What about the waltz going forward? Was the car girl's speed of over 180 just for show?
Not to mention the destructive Beethoven sonata, which he couldn't understand at all.

All of this is like peeling layers of an onion, the deeper you go, the spicier it gets.

At the moment the game started, he was still arrogant and thought that his strength was better than that of Xiaoche sister.

Ugh.

My dad was right, there are always people better than you.

I have to work harder in this competition!
A teenager's emotions come and go quickly.

At least one thing made He Jiaming feel relieved: Xiaoche should be able to go to Warsaw with him.

wrong!

Now he can go to Warsaw with his little sister.

His logic was simple, because Xiaoche sister had performed better than her in this game, so if he could advance, Xiaoche sister would definitely be able to advance.

Putting aside He Jiaming's last thought, some other young contestants also felt great pressure from the four consecutive pieces performed by contestant No. 01.

Especially this Mazurka.

Sun Wenjun and Chen Yutong both know how they each prepared this piece.

Now comparing it to the Mazurka played by No. 01, they couldn't help but worry about the final result.

Because everyone knew from the beginning that there were only three qualifying spots in Group C.

As two people who both have a great chance of qualifying, they are worried about different results.

Chen Yutong was only competing for third place, she just wanted to get a chance to go to Warsaw.

Sun Wenjun has already set her sights on Warsaw, but she wants to go to Warsaw as the first place in Group C of the Chinese region.

She wants first place!
But now contestant No. 01's stage performance made her feel deeply uneasy.

Is she going to miss the first place again this time?
Sun Wenjun was unwilling to give up. She really wanted to go on stage and play again so that the judges could listen to her performance again.

It was completely different from the oppressive feeling that Jamel Xiao brought to her. She had at least played against Jamel Xiao, and although both of them won the bronze medal in that competition, her score was higher than Jamel Xiao's.

In other words, Jamel Xiao is a contestant he is familiar with.

As for player No. 01, she had never seen such a player before.

Ugh.

It all depends on which etude contestant No. 01 chooses for the last one.

She is still very confident about her Dongfeng.

But as the sound of the piano rang out again on the big screen, Sun Wenjun's heart skipped a beat.

【Three-part Inventions, No. 14 in B flat, Bwv.800 - Johann Sebastian Bach】

Bach's Three Part Inventions in B flat major, No. 800, Op. .

Bach
Her final virtuoso work was Bach.
There was only one person in the break room who didn't feel surprised. In stark contrast to Sun Wenjun's slightly solemn expression, contestant No. 13 Xiao Jingchen, who had not yet appeared on stage, showed appreciation, as if he had been brought into the music by the notes of contestant No. 01.

Between three breaths, the last bullet belonging to contestant No. 01 was fired in the air mid-air.

(End of this chapter)