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Chapter 1382 602. Flute Three? The Political Correctness of Rehearsals [Part 2]

Although Chen Xuan is a newcomer, no one questions Fang Yongbo's actions at this moment.

They did not believe that Chen Xuan was a relative.

Because Fang Yongbo gave Liu Haoming a chance.

If Liu Haoming had succeeded perfectly just now, then even if Fang Yongbo was intentionally giving Chen Xuan a hand, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to speak up again.

However, Liu Haoming failed to deliver a convincing performance, and even dragged the piano down later on.

Then you can't blame anyone else.

At this moment, Chen Xuan had no distracting thoughts; she didn't care what others thought.

All she knew was that she now had a chance to sing a solo.

Then she must do her best to be perfect.

As the strings began to play again, and the familiar piano melody filled the air, Chen Xuan felt that she was ready.

Under the warm yellow light, the piano music continued to play.

Fang Yongbo used his baton to direct the orchestra, following Ang Lee's ten fingers.

This is the third time the second movement has been played, and Ang Lee's fingers are becoming increasingly at ease.

He controlled his knuckles, and as the music approached the seventeenth section, his gaze passed over the piano lid and landed on the flute section.

Perhaps it's the tacit understanding between the soloist and the concerto, or perhaps it's the subtle understanding between the engaged couple.

At that moment, Chen Xuan also looked at the piano.

Two pairs of eyes met across the distance.

Chen Xuan slowly raised her flute, her fingertips lightly touching the holes, her posture as steady as a rock. After a single note, she began her solo.

In just a moment, the sounds of the zither and the flute blended together.

The sound of the zither was like gentle waves, while the sound of the flute was even and calm.

The interplay of stillness and movement creates a perfectly harmonious musical scene.

Fang Yongbo couldn't help but admire the beauty of the music, thinking how wonderful it would be if all the young musicians under his command had this level of skill.

He knew that Chen Xuan was a skilled soloist, but solo and concerto are two different things.

Sometimes a good concerto is harder to find than a soloist.

Concertists not only need exceptional technique, but also the ability to keep up with the soloist's musical ideas and join in.

It sounds simple, but it's not easy to do.

In contrast to Liu Haoming's playing, which seemed to exist outside the piano, Chen Xuan had almost completely blended the flute and piano melodies into one.

This is why Fang Yongbo admires Chen Xuan so much at this moment.

Don't spout any nonsense about telepathy between husband and wife. Art can be abstract, but the process of creating art cannot be abstract in the slightest.

It's a matter of skill level.

Fang Yongbo tapped his baton once more.

Chen Xuan's flute music suddenly became clear and crisp, like thawing stream water.

Ang Lee responded immediately, his right hand producing delicate, leaping single notes, like pebbles hitting the surface of water.

The bass chords in the left hand are as faint as quicksand at the bottom.

Fang Yongbo's lips curled up again; that's skill.

The three children in the audience were stunned.

The truth is, there's no harm without comparison.

They're not exaggerating when they say it.

The teacher and his wife worked together so well that it made one yearn for the beauty of music.

From a conductor's perspective, Wang Xiaohu observed that as the piano ascends, the flute naturally supports it.

When the piano sinks down, the flute provides a soft bass line.

Isn't this silky smooth combination amazing enough?
From the perspective of a pianist, Tang Xiaoxing observed that although the teacher's three performances differed slightly in emotional intensity, they all consistently employed the most direct form of emotional expression.

Tang Xiaoxing knew that performers in this state of performance would find it difficult to control their emotions.

In other words, when emotions run deep, the performer is completely immersed in their music and finds it difficult to pay attention to anything else.

At this point, the pianist needs the orchestra to go all out in support.

Apart from the introductory strings, this lyrical passage features only the flute playing alongside the piano.

What performers fear most is that the flute cannot keep up with their emotions.

Just like that uncle's playing earlier, towards the end, his emotions completely drifted away from the piano. Tang Xiaoxing thought that her teacher must have been very frustrated at the time, after all, she had been so invested in her performance.

Therefore, it is clear that the value of the teacher's wife is still increasing.

The car, on the other hand, treated itself as a mere listener.

She not only listened, but also observed.

She noticed that her teacher and his wife would occasionally glance at each other, and then return to their respective scores a moment later.

Every time the teacher and his wife made eye contact, they didn't show any extra expression, only a synchronized light in their eyes.

She thought to herself that this must be the mutual recognition and understanding between two artists.

So sometimes she would hear that it wasn't the flute playing a concerto for the piano, but rather the piano accompanying the flute.

There was a moment when the teacher's wife played several pearl-like notes in succession, and the teacher caught them steadily with his piano playing, then strung them together.

When the climax arrives, the flute's high notes are like a ray of light breaking through the clouds, and the piano immediately plays an octave, intertwining closely with it.

It was in this very place that the uncle from the previous incident was drowned out by the sound of the piano.

And this time.

Well.

Goosebumps rose on the back of the car's neck once again.

My teacher and his wife are so beautiful, they're going to be killed.
Xiang Nan, sitting not far in front of the three children, was also observing the stage with great interest.

He was probably plotting something in his mind.

For example, should we promote Teacher Chen Xuan to a permanent position ahead of schedule?

As a boy who had once studied the flute, he truly deserved to call Chen Xuan his teacher.

As the flute solo drew to a close, the sound of the string section gradually subsided.

The music gradually faded from its intense emotional tone.

The flute music gradually faded, like mist dissipating.

The music gradually sounded like it had been diluted with water.

As the last note fell, the flute's sound was like a feather falling to the ground, and the piano's sound was like water droplets falling into the ocean, both returning to silence in unison.

Only after the second movement had completely ended did Chen Xuan quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

Although she didn't have a solo performance later on, her emotions continued to follow the piano.

After just one year without a proper ensemble performance, she found that the emotional depth under Ang Lee's fingers was already suffocating her.

It's true that you don't realize how incompatible you are.

Thankfully she held on, otherwise it would have been truly embarrassing.

After the second movement ended, Fang Yongbo asked everyone to take a short break.

Those who need to smoke, go smoke; those who need to go to the toilet, go to the toilet.

Chaos broke out on the stage.

But everyone already knew that Chen Xuan would be given the flute solo in this piece.

Ang Lee stood up and rubbed his reddened fingertips, just as Chen Xuan put down her flute and looked over.

The two looked at each other, and a hint of a smile appeared in their eyes.

It was then that Ang Lee noticed the three children in the audience. He then abandoned his idea of ​​going out for a smoke with the group and went down to chat with the three children for a while.

Once the musicians had returned to the stage, he asked the three children to sit in the front.

"If you're here, listen carefully."

"It is a must."

"OK!"

"Hehe! Good luck, teacher!"

As Ang Lee returned to the stage, Fang Yongbo signaled to everyone to prepare for the third movement.

At this moment, Yang Ling raised his hand, and everyone looked over.

"Old Fang, let Teacher Chen take the lead in this piece."

Fang Yongbo didn't hesitate much, and nodded with a smile: "Let's do it this way for today, and move on to the third movement."

"Give it your all, string section!"

"go!"