Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1387 607. A Great Responsibility Descended from Heaven? A Fully Automated Girl!

The next morning, Ang Lee and Chen Xuan set off again for the Chengdu Concert Hall to attend the second rehearsal of Rachmaninoff's Second Recital.

On the way, he called Lao Tang to confirm Lao Tang's parents' flight time for the afternoon.

Old Tang said there was no need to trouble him, and Li An hung up the phone and then called Wang Meili.

Wang Meili told him it would be 2:30 pm.

A short while later, Old Tang called him back.

"No need to trouble yourself, you can go about your business. One car can't fit so many people. I'll just take them on the subway for a bit and then we'll go eat."

Ang Lee certainly knew that one car wouldn't be enough, and he wasn't so desperate that he couldn't even find a car.

"Never mind that, just meet at the store entrance at 1 PM. I'm driving now."

After parking the car at the concert hall, he sent a message to Xu Li.

If Xu Li doesn't need a car, he and Chen Xuan will each drive one.

If Xu Li needs a car, he will have Hai Tao make the trip.

It wasn't easy for the elderly couple to make such a long trip, and given his relationship with Lao Tang and Mu Xin, he felt obligated to support them.

A moment later, he received a reply from Xu Li, who said to park the car in front of the store and give the keys to Wang Meili.

That completes the process.
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The rehearsal hall was a bit more lively than the day before yesterday. When the two arrived, Fang Yongbo was rehearsing the orchestral segment of another violin concerto on stage.

With the music season approaching, the entire orchestra is working overtime to meet the deadlines.

Upon seeing Li An and his companion arrive, Fang Yongbo gestured for everyone to rest for a while.

During this time, he chatted with Ang Lee about the video of the Czerny Music Festival runway show that the car had recorded at the Fourth Steel Plant the day before yesterday.

Left and right can be summed up in one word: good.

Ang Lee: "Absolutely, we are absolutely unique."

Fang Yongbo suddenly lowered his voice: "Linlin's concert sold more than fifty tickets in one go."

Ang Lee was surprised, judging from his tone: "Bought by one person?"

Fang Yongbo: "Yes, the person who bought the ticket is named Song Xiuzhi, and her phone number is from Rongcheng. Do you know her?"

Ang Lee's first thought was whether it was Xiao Che's mother, but then he shook his head. Xiao Che's mother's surname was Li.

"It doesn't matter who bought it, we'll find out when the time comes. The person who comes is the most important."

Fang Yongbo nodded: "I also sent out quite a few tickets, so I estimate there will be a lot of people. Your teacher, Teacher Li, even went down to the stage in person, didn't he?"

Ang Lee waved his hand: "We still need to rely on you."

While the two were talking, Chen Xuan had already put on her flute and went on stage.

The principal flutist's seat from the day before yesterday is indeed empty today.

Amidst greetings from a group of acquaintances and strangers, Chen Xuan responded to the group of seniors and arrived at the flute section.

She did not go to sit in the head seat, but stopped in the spot she had been in the day before and asked Yang Ling to return to the head seat.

"If you're going to do that, then I'll just have to stand there and play."

Everyone smiled upon hearing this, thinking to themselves that Teacher Chen really knew how to handle people.

Although Yang Ling took the initiative to suggest that Chen Xuan sit in the chief seat the day before yesterday, and Fang Yongbo tacitly agreed, if Chen Xuan were to actually sit in the chief seat today, it might attract some gossip.

In this way, everyone has both substance and face.

After all, Yang Ling is still considered one of Rong Ai's old roots by most of the band members.

Over the years, I have contributed to the development of the orchestra, even if I haven't made any significant contributions.

They just chose the wrong side.

Even if Kong Chao hadn't left, Yang Ling would still be just an old man about to retire.

The band members still didn't want to see Yang Ling leave in such an ugly way.

They too will grow old one day. If Fang Yongbo is replaced by someone else in the future, will Yang Ling's present become their future?

Actually, we're all the same; we're just ordinary people who make a living on stage by relying on our skills.

It was probably because Chen Xuan kept bowing and gesturing that Yang Ling couldn't refuse.

He obediently got up and returned to his original position.

At this moment, Fang Yongbo and Li An walked onto the stage, as if nothing had happened.

It was exactly the same as the morning before yesterday.

After Fang Yongbo emphasized several key points, today's rehearsal officially began.

The first attempt was a great success.

During the intermission, Yang Ling approached Fang Yongbo and explained that she had been feeling unwell recently and might not be able to complete the high-intensity woodwind quintet rehearsal.

To avoid any unexpected situations during the formal music performance, he wanted Chen Xuan to take his place and complete the woodwind quintet performance for this music season.

Fang Yongbo did not agree immediately.

Just before the morning rehearsal was about to end, Fang Yongbo announced that the rehearsal for today's second rehearsal would end here.

"The woodwind quintet will be reserved for later."

Then he announced some rather intriguing news.

Liu Haoming and Chen Xuan will take over Yang Ling's flute part, each contributing half of the repertoire, and will jointly participate in the woodwind quintet performance of this music festival.

"You two should divide up the songs."

Chen Xuan didn't think much of it. In her opinion, since Brother Bo had already publicly assigned the task, it would be pointless for her to refuse.

So, in the next ten minutes, she and Liu Haoming communicated with the other four woodwind quintet members.

There were seven songs of varying lengths, plus an encore, making a total of eight performances.

The two of them each received half of the sheet music.

"You two go back and prepare today. Rehearsal will start promptly at the opera house at 7:30 tomorrow morning."

After Fang Yongbo finished speaking, he waved his hand, ending the morning's rehearsal.
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On the way to the Fourth Steel Plant, the sound of a car horn replaced the car stereo.

Chen Xuan started practicing her flute as soon as she got on the bus.

Rehearsal starts at 7:30 tomorrow morning, so she doesn't have much time left.

Most importantly, Liu Haoming recommended Mussorgsky's Picture Exhibition Suite to her.

This is the core piece of the concert.

She had to perform both the flute and piccolo parts by herself, and the piece was quite difficult.

"How about Haitao and I go this afternoon, and you practice your flute at the shop?"

Ang Lee didn't expect that her suggestion to Chen Xuan to give up half of the woodwind quintet concert would result in her giving up half of the concert.

It's certainly a good thing, but he felt the timeframe was a bit too tight.

I just received the sheet music at noon today, and we have to rehearse first thing tomorrow morning. We'll be performing on stage in six days.

"I go."

Chen Xuan took a deep breath and uttered two words.

Then the flute music started again, and Ang Lee didn't say anything more.

He figured Chen Xuan knew exactly what was going on when she said that.

Before 12:30, Li An parked the car in front of the store, turned off the engine, picked up his phone, and called Cheng Peng.

He had originally planned to have dinner with Tian Tao and the others tonight, but now, in order to save Chen Xuan more time, he decided to postpone the meal.

As soon as Cheng Peng answered the phone, he said he was just about to call Li An.

"Tian Tao told me, let's reschedule for another day, sister-in-law, you should hurry up and prepare for the concert."

Ang Lee: "I just wanted to talk to you about this. How about the day after tomorrow? Are you okay with that?"

Cheng Peng: "You don't need to set a time. We can meet anytime. Just send a message."

Seeing this, Ang Lee didn't stand on ceremony: "Okay, I'll contact you by phone."

This way, Chen Xuan can practice until the evening after returning from the airport.

There should be enough time.

"More or less?" he asked, turning his head.

Chen Xuan sighed, "It's hard to say. The other pieces, though smaller, still need to be carefully polished."

Ang Lee understood. "When I get back this afternoon, I'll work with you on each song one by one, handling each section individually."

Chen Xuan: "Okay."

With Ang Lee by her side, Chen Xuan felt much more at ease.

This woodwind quintet performance will not only earn her a credit, but it will also be her first time stepping onto a formal woodwind quintet stage.

She must present her best self.

"Luckily, we took our wedding photos in time."

"Of course! Let's go, Old Tang has already ordered takeout."
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Several teachers from Sigang were eating their takeout when Xiaoche's takeout arrived.

"Mom, this is yours!"

"Thank you!"

"hey-hey!"

Four cups of bubble tea. Mom had one orange-flavored one.

Dad had an apple-flavored drink.

A cup of peach flavored nail.

The last grape-flavored glass was naturally a reward for herself.

She had a very hard day this morning.

Let's go back five hours.

She got up at 7:30 and first sat on the bed to listen to the recording of her conversation with her teacher in the car yesterday afternoon.

Then I gave a personal summary of the works of Mozart and Chopin.

It's already 9:30.

To clarify the key points the teacher mentioned, she quickly ate some breakfast after washing up, and then touched Chopin's Nocturne and Mozart's Sonata on the piano.

It must be said that after going through it once, she had a clearer understanding of the two composers' performance ideas.

After several attempts, I made considerable progress.

She then returned to her desk and began doing the homework her teacher had given her the day before.

What are the similarities and differences between Mozart and Chopin in their musical expression philosophies?

Well.

After thinking for a moment, she couldn't resist the urge to open a brief history of music, but she ultimately restrained herself.

Then I put on my headphones and played a song by k466.

She opened the notebook again and made her first entry.

My teacher once said that musical philosophy is first and foremost based on the pursuit of aesthetics.

So--

[In terms of musical expression philosophy]

As he wrote, Xiao Che muttered to himself.

"Mozart and Chopin embody the aesthetic pursuits of different eras."

Mozart's music expresses a very strong sense of optimism.

"His works are unlike Beethoven's; they never express complaints about life and his experiences."

He seemed to willingly accept everything that fate had in store for him.

His music is cheerful, light, peaceful, harmonious, beautiful, innocent, clear, and pure.

"How did Che write it again? I remember now."

【澈】

He used his own painful experiences to compose the most tender notes.

"Then use these notes to soothe the world."

"What kind of... what is this?"

How should I describe this—

[A smile through tears]

"I was actually moved by these few words."

[This became a signature feature of his musical world.]

This reflects the classicism's pursuit of a balance between reason and emotion.

Xiao Che suddenly touched the corner of his eye with the back of his hand, probably because the piano music in his headphones was too moving.

【chopin】

"Chopin's music reveals a more complex emotional world."

Recalling Chopin's Nocturnes and Barcarolles, Xiao Che was momentarily lost in thought.

Even though Mozart was still playing in my headphones.

Chopin's beauty is perhaps a beauty tinged with contemplation, melancholy, and a dreamlike quality.

"His music has the pastoral scene of dawn breaking."

[And the night was drizzling.]

"Chopin is called the poet of the piano because his music is extremely poetic and lyrical."

Although he never composed an opera, his piano music was deeply influenced by opera arias.

"It has a profound narrative style."

The car stopped and looked around, then picked up the pen again and wrote.

Performers should note that although the two composers differ in their methods of emotional expression,

"But they all emphasize the intrinsic sincerity of music."

Xiao Che savored the memory of her new attempts at interpreting the works of the two composers on the piano.

moment.

Mozart required performers to play from the heart.

"This is what makes Mozart's music more vivid and infectious."

Chopin required the pianist to use a unique singing quality to make the piano sound like a song, which is also a pursuit of the authenticity of musical expression.

As the ideas in his mind became clearer, Xiao Che wrote faster and faster.

Although the two composers lived in different eras and were each influenced by the aesthetic pursuits of their respective times,

But what they all strive for is a performance filled with genuine emotion!

As piano learners, we should not rigidly imitate techniques or styles, but rather truly understand the emotions and beauty hidden in works from different eras.

Whether playing a balanced and elegant classical piece or a delicate and lyrical romantic work, we must play it with genuine emotion.

Finally, combine techniques to bring your artwork to life!

OK!
Xiao Che put down his pen and shook his aching wrist.

Then I picked up my notebook and read it through.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Then I glanced at my phone and realized it was almost midnight!

She thought it was only a little past eleven o'clock.

So she quickly ordered four cups of bubble tea.

Last night, Dingzi treated her to a cup of mango pomelo sago, and she said she would treat Dingzi to bubble tea today.

Before leaving, she went back to her desk, took a picture, and sent it to Wang Xiaohu.

She wanted to hear Wang Xiaohu's perspective on the issue.

Two minutes later, Wang Xiaohu replied with a series of emojis.

In short, it can be summed up in two words: awesome.

But this is not what the car wanted.

"Here's an assignment for you. If you have nothing else to do, please share your thoughts on this issue. This is my homework to submit to the teacher."

After sending the voice message, the car hesitated for a moment.

Another message was sent.

"If you're serious about sharing, I'll tell you a little secret."

Upon receiving the first voice message, Wang Xiaohu, who was already preparing to work hard, became even more excited and shouted with joy upon hearing this one.

So before the car even reached the store entrance, it received Wang Xiaohu's order.

【Arlene, give me an hour, I promise I'll get the mission done! Um, could you give me a hint about this little secret first?】

The car's voice assistant replied again: "Are you sure you want to know?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Of course!"

So Xiaoche typed a few words and sent them over, then went into the store.

I'm going to tell my mom.
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Wang Xiaohu, who was terrified, had no idea that Xiao Che was leisurely drinking bubble tea.

"Nail, if you don't drink it now, it won't be cold anymore!"

"Put it in the freezer first!"

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Che thought to himself, "How did I become so stupid? It must all be because of the dog's influence."

A short while later, Dingzi brought out a plate of sweet and sour pork and let Xiaoche and Sangping eat first.

The mother and daughter had already agreed to take a stroll around the streets from noon to afternoon.

During the meal, Xiao Che suddenly blurted out, "Mom, I have something to tell you when we go out later."

Sang Ping asked with a smile what couldn't be said now.

The mother and daughter looked at each other.

Meeting her mother's gentle gaze, Xiao Che's face suddenly flushed.