Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1406, Section 626: The Horn of Victory!
The melody of the strings poured down like moonlight, and Chen Xuan's flute joined in again, weaving together with the piano chords.

The flute's tone is as clear as starlight, and the piano's sound is as warm as moonlight; the two blend together so well that they are indistinguishable from one another.

Ang Lee slowed down the pace, his fingertips became gentler, and his touch on the keys was as delicate as stroking silk. His gaze inadvertently swept towards Chen Xuan, and a smile was hidden in his eyes.

Chen Xuan felt his gaze, her breathing became more steady, and the melody of her flute became more tender, with the last note drawn out and carried a soft, coquettish quality.

Ultimately, the sounds of the zither and flute were as clear as a spring stream, carrying the warm, moist scent of earth after the rain.

The sweet ending has arrived.

The melody of the strings was so beautiful it took your breath away.

The piano chords are free and cheerful, with beautiful and full vibrato flowing across the keys.

This is arguably the most beautiful part of the entire piece.

The audience enjoyed the moment.

Ang Lee also enjoyed this moment.

He had narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

She seemed completely immersed in the music, even the movements of her fingertips carried a lazy and comfortable air.

The piano keys came to life inch by inch under his fingertips, and each note began to carry warmth, slowly flowing off the stage and into the hearts of every audience member.

In the end, even the dust in the air seemed to dance to the rhythm, shimmering with tiny lights under the stage lights.

As the second movement slowly came to a close, the entire stage fell silent.

Ang Lee slowly withdrew his hand, his fingertips brushing the piano keys one last time, producing a very soft echo.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his shoulders slumped slightly.

Having played the second movement to this extent, his work can be considered a success today.

As the Allegro hummus of the third movement began.

The joyful atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited.

The introduction in C minor is played by the orchestra, followed by the piano bursting in like a storm!
After a brilliant, almost glissando-like flourish, the stirring first theme begins, full of vitality.

This movement represents the pinnacle of the entire work in terms of technical difficulty.

Ang Lee's fingertips moved so fast that only afterimages remained.

Then the first theme burst forth triumphantly, filling our ears with the bugle call of the charge!

Music fans familiar with this piece immediately clenched their fists.

coming!

Here comes the most technically impressive part of the entire piece.

The volume of the piano suddenly increased from a buzzing sound to an extremely loud and deafening volume!

Sweating profusely in front of the piano, Mr. Li An's body rose and fell continuously as he played a dense barrage of wide-ranging chords.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when the second topic arrived.

After a brief silence, the oboe and viola began to play, their melody as soft as moonlight flowing on water.

Then the piano began to play again.

This time it's like two different worlds from the passionate theme of the first one.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

A dark triplet suddenly burst forth from Ang Lee's hands, like dark clouds instantly filling the sky!

The first theme reappeared, even more intense and fierce than before!

Ang Lee's fingertips quickly struck out a ninth chord ascending by a semitone.

The melody is like climbing a mountain, each step higher and deeper than the last, and the tension of the harmony is also maximized.

The air in the entire venue seemed to twist into a pretzel at that moment!

The notes intertwined and surged upwards, like a vast army gathering, the sound of hooves making one's heart tremble, clearly gathering strength for the final climax!

When the second theme in D-flat major resounds, the music takes on a more tragic tone.

"boom!"

The orchestra played together! At this moment, they became completely integrated with the piano.

The pace is getting faster and faster!

From a solitary expression of emotion to a powerful call to action, every note seems to be shouting and charging forward.

Ang Lee's body was ramrod straight, and the arc of his raised arm was full of powerful energy.

Finally, led by the piano, the entire orchestra played brilliantly in the second half of the second theme, culminating in a passionate and rousing hymn!

The piano's powerful riffs relentlessly clung to the orchestra's rhythm, like a train about to break free, charging forward with the momentum to crush everything in its path!

As the last note fell, Ang Lee's body fully relaxed, and his arm slammed heavily onto the piano keys!

"when!"

The echo soared to the ceiling and then radiated throughout the entire hall!
The last note faded away, and the hall fell silent for a few seconds.

The next second, thunderous applause erupted! "Wow!"

Amid applause, Ang Lee wiped his sweat, then turned and stood up, playing the zither.

Amidst thunderous applause, he slowly bent down.

The performance has finally ended.

As if she had shed a heavy psychological burden, Ang Lee looked up with a clear and lucid expression.

"Whoosh————————"

After turning around and hugging Lin Qingfeng, Ang Lee went to the command platform and gave Fang Yongbo a light hug as well.

Just then, one child after another walked onto the stage from the side, holding flowers in their hands.

"Wow————————"

Those who watched Czerny's special performance the night before last will surely recognize the short-haired girl who was the first to walk onto the stage.

The driver of the car was holding three bouquets of flowers.

One bouquet was for Uncle Fang.

One bouquet was for my teacher's wife.

The last bouquet was naturally given to the teacher's wife.

Holding the flowers, Xiao Che happily presented them to the teacher with both hands.

Ang Lee took the car, bent down, leaned closer, and whispered with a chuckle, "Did you hear what you wanted?"

The car bared its teeth without making a sound, but quietly stuck out a thumbs up!

"teacher!"

"teacher!"

"teacher!"

"Hey, why did you buy so many flowers? Oh, thank you, thank you."

A special program was being performed on stage, and the applause from the audience was equally enthusiastic.

Old Master Tang nodded to himself and murmured, "Ang Lee has thoroughly grasped Rachmaninoff's musical language."

In Mr. Tang's eyes, after listening to all three movements, Ang Lee truly grasped the psychological trajectory of the work from darkness to light.

Furthermore, it uses technology to make music visual.

In terms of harmonic processing, Ang Lee has brought out the full potential of various tonal colors.

The semitone progressions between the voices also create a rich sonic layering.

A very, very high-quality performance.

At this moment, Lao Tang and Mu Xin also expressed their heartfelt admiration.

admire.

I have genuine respect for you.

In Mu Xin's opinion, the boss's skills were truly impeccable.

Especially with octaves and large-span chords, you don't even need to use your fingers; you can distribute all the power just right by shifting your body weight and using your wrists.

"An Ge's touch control is something I really want to learn."

A seasoned music lover who came all the way from Jiang City remarked, "This is no ordinary concert; it's a spiritual baptism."

He said, "Ang Lee's performance has both the gravitas of Russian music and the elegance of the East, truly embodying the idea that art knows no borders."

Amidst the applause, the calls for an encore grew louder and louder.

Despite it being only the first half of the concert, Ang Lee still performed two short pieces by Rachmaninoff for the audience.

Interestingly, when performing Rachmaninoff's works, Ang Lee presented a completely different Rachmaninoff style in his interpretations of these two pieces.

Fang Yongbo watched the figure standing in front of the piano quietly from backstage, filled with admiration.

That's why he admires Ang Lee so much.

A professional musician spends their entire life experimenting with different interpretation styles of various works.

Ultimately, this is the essence of all performances.

The difficulty here is that the performer's efforts are hard for the listener to notice.

All their pursuits can only be carried out through trial and error.

Ang Lee is not a professional musician, but his standards for himself have far surpassed those of most professional musicians.

What else can Fang Yongbo say besides applauding such a performer?

"Bravo!"

The commander led the charge!

(End of this chapter)