Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1420, Section 640: National-Level? The Baroque Spear and Shield [Part 2]

Grandpa Xie raised his hand and gently pressed down the baton in his hand.

He looked around and nodded slightly, saying, "Second time."

On stage, the musicians adjusted their postures, set up their instruments and bows, and entered in preparation.

The middle-aged man sitting at the first violin twirled his bow, looked toward the piano, and his expression became more serious than before.

Ang Lee, sitting in the audience, leaned forward slightly, his gaze never leaving the figure in front of the piano.

"This is the first time I'll look at the collaboration." He murmured, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

This interplay of cooperation and subtle rivalry with the orchestra is always a psychological game for the soloist.
Just then, Master Xie suddenly raised the baton in his hand.

"Buzz!"

The melodious string music instantly filled the rehearsal hall!

The string section's bowing was smooth and full, with ample pressure, perfectly showcasing the magnificent texture of the original violin piece.

Just like the previous performance, the national-level performers continued to play according to their usual style, letting the main melody soar freely.

The little cart in front of the piano remained upright, its gaze fixed on the score, its calm expression as if it were capturing the rhythm in its ears.

"when!"

In the blink of an eye, as her fingertips lightly touched the piano keys, her aura suddenly surged outwards.

After several sections, the entry point arrives.

The fingertips fell swiftly!

The clear, transparent sound of the piano eliminates the heavy resonance of modern pianos, approaching the texture of antique keyboards.

Unlike the first time, this time she applied the force of her fingertips with extreme precision.

"Amazing," Hou Zhentao couldn't help but exclaim.

Ang Lee's signature rear-mounted touch controls were on full display at this moment, as the car was controlled by his fingertips.
The middle layer of sixteenth notes flows continuously, each note is evenly spaced, and the density remains consistent.

The delicate flow of sound travels through the gaps in the string melody, silently connecting the entire texture.

Grandpa Xie made a slight downward strike with his right hand.

As the music reached this point, the string players paused slightly, as if in unison.

The high register of the car piano follows immediately, with clear and audible musical lines. The volume remains consistently restrained, steadily surrounding the main string melody without actively trying to steal the spotlight, but also without suddenly dissipating.

"Clang—!"

Another steady bass note from the left hand, the rhythms of the piano, cello, and double bass are precisely meshed, one up and one down, together propelling the music forward.

Eighteen bars passed in the blink of an eye, and the music flowed in parallel across the four voices, with distinct layers, and the previous sense of disharmony was gone.

What happened next was quite interesting; the entire stage became even quieter under the influence of the music.

The little car in front of the piano moved her hands with abandon, her fingertips rising and falling calmly, her breath rising and falling slowly with the rhythm.

The occasional glances she cast toward the orchestra made it impossible to tell whether she was looking at the musicians or at the notes flying from their hands.

As the music transitions into a dialogue of alternating themes, the band's melody suddenly rises, reaching its peak tension.

With a slight flick of the wrist, the piano's tone softens, its notes blending into the texture, quietly highlighting the strings' brilliance.

As the musical phrases shifted and the subject of the dialogue returned to the pianist's hands, she only slightly increased the pressure of her fingertips, the lines flowing naturally, maintaining a balanced rise and fall.

Back and forth, in harmony, the flow was seamless.

In the audience, Hou Zhentao turned his head and smiled at Li An in a low voice.

Ang Lee nodded slightly, a smile playing in his eyes.

The second movement arrived as scheduled.

As the fixed bass note rang out, the left hand of the car maintained a steady rhythm like a pendulum, keeping the same volume throughout. Even when the right hand played a long melody, the rhythm of the fingertips did not deviate in the slightest.

The sustained notes are warm and lingering, and the counterpoints in the inner voices are lightly and fleetingly presented, just right.

The unique tranquility of the Baroque style slowly enveloped the entire space.

If you observe the musicians closely at this moment, you'll notice that their expressions have gradually shifted from serious to focused.

Meanwhile, the smiling old man on the stage had already placed his baton on the scoreboard at some point.

Soon, the music progressed to the third movement.

The gigue's rhythm is light and lively, while the fugue sections unfold layer by layer.

The moment the theme emerges, the fingertips of the small car instantly brighten, cutting to the point, and the timbre immediately softens. The interspersed free-form musical patterns, in their lightness and agility, seem to subtly reveal the divine essence of Bach.

Multiple lines intertwine and intertwine, yet remain clearly organized, with each voice having its own independent space, without obscuring one another.

All the string players adjusted their bowing and pressure accordingly, gradually blending into the texture of the piano.

Finally, the middle-aged man sitting on the first violin laughed along with the music, his bowing becoming increasingly relaxed and free.

As the last chord fell smoothly, the rich, lingering sound spread out in circles throughout the hall.

After a two-second silence, a sparse but enthusiastic round of applause erupted from the audience.

Hou Zhentao was happy for Li An and his students, and the rehearsal was much simpler than he had imagined.

Or perhaps this little girl named Che Lin was simply too outstanding, even more outstanding than her teacher.

Ang Lee did not expect that after the second movement, Mr. Xie would put down his baton.

Let the toy car and the band play by themselves~
"Whoosh—"

The musicians put down their bows, raised their hands to applaud, and all turned their gazes toward the girl in front of the piano.

It must be said that this short-haired girl earned their sincere recognition with her piano skills.

The car, the main character today, breathed a sigh of relief.

She got up and stretched her aching fingers, a shy smile appearing on her face.

Mr. Xie leisurely walked down from the conductor's platform and took a few steps to the piano.

"good."

"Thank you, Grandpa Xie." The little car smiled and then added playfully, "You don't need a baton anymore."

Grandpa Xie chuckled: "I didn't swing afterwards."

Xiao Che shook his head: "You just didn't use your hands; your eyes and your demeanor are still guiding the music forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone on and off the stage turned their attention to the car.

To be honest, these words don't sound like something a fourteen-year-old would say, but if an adult said them, they would seem too pretentious.

The key question is whether Mr. Xie continued to guide the music forward after he put down his baton.

This is something that Ang Lee and his colleague, who were in the audience, could not see.

moment.

"You said I was still directing from behind."

Old Master Xie's gaze was not serious, but his words revealed no emotion.

"Yes."

The car replied matter-of-factly, "I've been watching you out of the corner of my eye; your breathing has always been ahead of the music."

At this moment, the expressions of everyone in the orchestra changed. They knew, of course, that Mr. Xie was still in control of the music. What surprised them was that Xiao Che was able to keep his attention on the conductor's podium even during such an intense performance.

She's truly an extraordinary young girl.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Grandpa Xie laughed again.

This time, the old man didn't ask the car anything, but instead turned his gaze to his musicians.

After looking around, he asked, "So, everyone? Do you submit?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Che quickly waved her hand, and then a week of musicians offered their praise and affirmation to her one after another.

Amidst the laughter and chatter, the teacher and student exchanged a secret smile.

Indeed, this scene unfolded exactly as the teacher and student had anticipated.

Just then, Grandpa Xie spoke up again: "Che Lin, you can direct it yourself. I won't go on stage."

The stage fell silent once more.

Why isn't Grandpa Xie going on stage?

The first stage of the National Symphony Orchestra Autumn Music Festival opening ceremony, but Mr. Xie, who is a spiritual icon, did not go on stage?

Let a fourteen-year-old girl play the piano on her own?
Ang Lee was stunned.

The car was dumbfounded.

This was a scene that neither the teacher nor the student dared to imagine.
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