Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1235, Section 455: Solemnity
"Wow——————"

A golden stage, black formal attire, and bright-eyed young musicians holding their instruments.

This scene is truly moving.

The massive group of eighty people filled the entire stage.

Qin Yong, who was off-camera, was really curious about how Ang Lee managed to accomplish all of this in just two minutes.
It's important to understand that the rapid debut of a large-scale orchestra is a difficult task even for adult orchestras.

What's more, it was a group of mischievous children, and they were doing it in complete darkness.

How many rehearsals would it take to get this seat?

Qin Yong truly admires Ang Lee. If it were him, he probably wouldn't have been able to present such a scene on stage in such a short time.

He also admired the children on stage, at least in terms of discipline, the children from Blue Sky couldn't compare to them.

"Wow————"

Amid applause, the school leaders nodded frequently, most of them still remembering the orchestra's performance on Children's Day last year.

Putting everything else aside, after a year, the school band has been completely transformed, something they are witnessing right now.

Liu Zhen, sitting next to the school board member, was also beaming with pride.

No one knows how much pressure he has been under over the past year, yet he has spared no effort in supporting the band time and time again.

"Wow——————"

The little car's hands were red from clapping, and he kept shouting "Go! Go!"

"Come on!!"

Senior Sister Ji Yang's voice was in no way inferior to that of classmate A Lin.

However, Wang Xiaohu's attention was entirely focused on the conductor's platform in the center of the stage.

In reality, everyone's reaction took only a few seconds, but for Little Tiger, those few seconds felt like an eternity.

The stage he plays today is more important to him than the stage he plays tomorrow.

Silently counting to ten, Wang Xiaohu exhaled lightly and strode onto the stage.

"Wow——————"

Instantly, applause erupted from the audience once again!
In the seating area for school leaders, Xu Li and Xiao Hu's maternal grandparents also smiled.

Qin Yong and his friends in the fourth practice room, who were off-camera, laughed.

Teacher Youyou, who is overseas, and Little Star also smiled.

All the teachers in piano classroom number four, scattered across the playground, smiled.

However, this is their beloved little rascal, Wang Xiaohu!

Only Ang Lee in the control room remained calm.

Wang Xiaohu, who walked onto the stage, had a similarly calm expression to Ang Lee.

Under the gaze of everyone on and off the stage, Wang Xiaohu stopped beside the command platform amidst applause.

He turned around and faced the audience.

The intense light overhead made it impossible for him to see the situation below the stage. He bowed slightly, turned around, and stepped onto the command platform.

The applause from the audience gradually subsided.

Only then did Wang Xiaohu reveal an encouraging smile; the eighty musicians in front of him were his greatest source of confidence as he stood there.

When Brother Tiger smiled, the young musicians on stage immediately felt much more relaxed.

He looked around from left to right, then suddenly raised his baton into the air.

In an instant, all the musicians snapped to attention and assumed their ready-to-play stances.

This scene made the audience even more eager for what was to come.

The girl at the back of the orchestra, who was playing the tubular bells, had been staring intently at Wang Xiaohu the whole time. Finally, at this moment, she saw Wang Xiaohu's gaze fix on her.

Wang Xiaohu simply nodded slightly.

Upon receiving the instruction, the girl who was striking the tube clock turned around, raised the small hammer in her hand, and gently struck one of the bell tubes.

"jingle--"

A clear chime pierced the night sky, like a signal flare.

Upon hearing this, Ang Lee clenched his fist.

At the same time, Wang Xiaohu began to mouth the commands from the command platform.

"1"

"2"

"3"

"4"

His left hand, which was blocked in front of him by his body, made four subtle gestures as he spoke!
The next second, as he raised his hands and swung them down like a fledgling eagle spreading its wings, Zhang Yunshu, not far away, started playing music. "Woo—"

The solemn overture resounded throughout the playground at this moment as the instruments of the young clarinetists in the first row were raised.

As soon as the solemn music started, the entire stage seemed to come alive.

The golden beams of light falling on the stage seemed to solidify amidst the gasps of amazement from the audience.

Even students who had already heard the band perform were once again amazed. It was fantastic!
Our school band is absolutely fantastic!!
What could be more solemn than an aria performed with the feeling of a march?
Qin Yong, who was off-camera, was almost scared out of his wits at first.

Because he believed it immediately; he believed that the music he heard was being played by the children on stage.

It has to be Teacher Li; her design is absolutely ingenious.

And Little Tiger, his acting was superb.

Qin Yong was well aware that if a recording were played on this kind of stage, the biggest problem would be whether the stage visuals and the backstage music could be synchronized from the very beginning.

The higher the synchronization level, the more natural the result, and the more realistic and better the final effect.

Conversely, he had seen too many similar mishaps, such as the music starting before the conductor and musicians were ready, or the conductor moving and the musicians performing as if they were about to play, but the music started too late.

The Book People Orchestra achieved perfect synchronization.

In Qin Yong's view, the reason for such success was mainly due to the arrangement. The timing of the bell was brilliant. The conductor and the backstage crew could simply synchronize their counts at that exact beat.

Therefore, Qin Yong also gave Wang Xiaohu a big thumbs up. Wang Xiaohu used his body to bring the entire orchestra into his conducting rhythm, making the musicians' silent performance and recording perfectly synchronize.

It doesn't sound complicated, but even a small problem in any step can significantly diminish the final result.

"These two teachers and students are really something," Qin Yong remarked, "they've probably fooled quite a few people."

As Qin Yong had predicted, many of these people were professionals.

The foreign friends watching with Lin Youyou were practically drooling! Had China's youth orchestras really developed to this level?!

"Is Linlin really exaggerating?" Senior Sister Ji was also confused. She thought it was impossible, but she couldn't see any flaws in her story.

She really wouldn't believe it if it wasn't done by the teacher, but the problem is, it was done by the teacher!
"Hehe~" Little Che chuckled, and Senior Sister Ji understood. But she still had to add, "Amazing! You can't tell at all that he's faking it."

Xiao Che chimed in, "Yeah, Tiger even sulked with the teacher because of this."

Senior Sister Ji laughed: "It's definitely him."

The two sisters then both laughed.

Just then, the large screen on the stage backdrop slowly lit up again.

In the deep black universe, cold, hard starlight suddenly appears once again.

Wang Xiaohu raised his hands, and the music stopped for the next chapter.

At the far end of the screen, a huge and ancient sphere of light slowly floated, its gray-white disc covered with deep shadows.

"Grandpa told Asha that that was the moon."

The children's voices that opened the show rang out again at this moment, accompanied by exciting music.

In the blink of an eye, on the big screen, a shadow wrapped in burning flames pierced the darkness of the silent universe and resolutely fell toward the pale disc!

The children in the audience gaped in astonishment.

The shadow seemed to carry an unstoppable force, like a stubborn meteor, finally arriving at that ancient and silent territory!

At the same time, the deep trombones and tubas surged like rolling thunder, suddenly becoming tangible amidst the deafening drumbeats.

The moment the baton fell, the orchestra erupted with a fiery sound like a volcanic eruption.

As Wang Xiaohu waved his hands, his eyes were fixed on every frame of the big screen, and tears streamed down his face.

He suddenly raised his hand again!
The eighty musicians on stage seemed to multiply into eight hundred, eight thousand, eighty thousand, and the magnificent wind instruments breathed and surged between heaven and earth, reaching their peak in brilliance, like a torrent that condensed the will of humanity.

The large screen's camera zoomed sharply in on the lunar surface, where a metallic shadow was steadily sinking, its slender reflection gradually elongating on the faint lunar dust.

Finally, it smoothly pierced into that patch of silvery-gray, deathly dust!
After a brief pause in the drumbeats, a trembling trombone note suddenly glides into the center of the silence, followed by the light, snowflake-like sound of the flute. The brass instruments together unleash a torrent of intense sound, the waves of sound surging like lava, sweeping across every corner of the venue!
Wang Xiaohu raised his hands high for the last time, and at the peak of the torrent of music, the big screen switched to the recording of the China Aerospace Flight Control Center.

Countless figures stood there, the blue light of the data displayed on the screen illuminating their tense faces.

"Shenzhou-1 has successfully landed!"

In an instant, all the adults in the audience stood up uncontrollably and applauded along with the towering figures in the video.

"Wow————————"

In the blink of an eye, thousands of teachers and students in the audience joined in the applause!
"A-Xia suddenly understood why Grandpa was so persistent in gazing at the starry sky."

"What Grandpa was looking for was not just the vast universe, but also a glimmer of light reflecting in the depths of that universe, concerning our own existence and origin."

“Wow————————————”

The applause rose again, and Wang Xiaohu clenched his fists in mid-air to stop the music.

Before turning to take his bow, he first stepped down from the control platform, and then bowed deeply to the scientists whose figures flashed across the big screen.

“Wow——————————————”

Finally, Mr. Li in the control room smiled.