I, who lived in seclusion for thousands of years, was exposed by yearning

Chapter 415 Talking about Canon
After Ye Qing played a brisk tune with his fingertips on the keys, his hands stopped on the keys at the same time, and a perfect ending came out.

He looked up at Zhang Yixing:
"Okay, I've finished what I need to say, Yixing, let's try this piano."

After speaking, he got up and gave Zhang Yixing the seat in front of the piano.

Although this piano was built by himself and is unique, but now he is no longer as enthusiastic about music as before.

So as long as Yixing's piano skills are not bad, he still hopes that this piano can be left to a predestined child.

"Go Yixing, not everyone can play the piano made by the old man himself." Huang Lei raised his hand and patted Yixing on the shoulder.

"Yeah." Yixing nodded solemnly, walked to the piano and sat down, looked at the piano in front of him and took a deep breath, "Old man, then I'll make a fool of myself."

After hearing the short piece that the old man played just now, he was really embarrassed to perform it again.

Because that short paragraph is enough to tell the old man's accomplishments on the piano, and his study time is probably not even a fraction of the old man's age, so how dare he play big swords in front of Guan Gong.

But he was a little itchy for this piano.

After all, this piano was made by the old man himself, not to mention that when the old man was playing just now, the beautiful tone of the piano has been seducing him constantly.

"Play as you please, don't be nervous."

After Ye Qing nodded and left a sentence, he waited for Yixing to play.

He didn't set too high expectations for this child's piano attainments. If it were to be compared with his attainments, no child in this world could surpass him.

After all, before the piano was invented, he was already very good at its predecessor, the clavichord.

He said without humility, there is really no musical instrument in the world that he can't play well.

After Zhang Yixing heard the words, he first felt the feeling of caressing the keys with both hands, first played a few tunes with one hand, and then started playing on the keys with both hands.

He enjoys a kind of musical enjoyment brought by his piano.

I have to say that when listening, this piano brings him the enjoyment of hearing, but when he plays it at this moment, this piano brings him the enjoyment of touch and soul.

This piano seems to have a kind of magic, and its tone makes him not want to let go of the piano.

When playing it, it exists like a lover, and it understands every emotion he wants to express.

The piano made by the old man himself is really amazing.

The few people who stood aside and listened to the performance, except Ye Qing, showed their enjoyment of the piece played by Yixing.

It's not that they haven't heard piano music.

And the Canon played by Yixing, performed by this piano, seems to make people more peaceful and fascinated by it.

In the live broadcast room at this time, the audience was also mesmerized.

There are also many viewers who left their favorites for the pieces played by Yixing in the comment area.

"Ah, this canon is my favorite, I love you so much."

"I don't know why, I've heard a lot of canons, but the feeling of Yixing's performance is so peaceful, as if the soul has been healed."

"I thought it was just me feeling that way."

"Although Yixing's playing is not as deep as the old man's, I really love this Canon."

"As expected of the most expensive piano, it simply gives people a kind of auditory enjoyment."

"The feeling of playing this is so beautiful. The moment it sounded, I had already started recording. Such a beautiful and healing piano piece must be heard by everyone."

With the piano music on the screen, the comments in the comment area gradually decreased, and the audience couldn't help closing their eyes, feeling the soothing silence in the music.

As for Zhang Yixing who played, the more he lowered his fingertips, the more he liked the piano under his hand.

I have to admit that he was very moved by this relationship.

He enjoyed the last tune, repeated Canon's polyphony again, and then reluctantly stopped his hands.

"Crack.Crack.Crack..."

"Yixing, you play very well."

After a burst of applause, everyone gave Yixing a thumbs up.

"No, it's because this piano is so enjoyable. I have to learn more about the piano."

Yixing shook his head with no pride on his face because of everyone's exaggeration.

He is very aware of his piano attainments, and he still needs to learn more.

The reason why he can play this piano piece well has a lot to do with this piano.

"Yes, I have to learn more."

Ye Qing nodded seriously and said.

This kid is actually pretty good at playing, and if he works harder to learn and practice, he will definitely be able to make further progress.

"Yixing, playing the piano is your understanding of yourself and music. Its timbre expresses your heart. People and instruments complement each other. What your heart wants to make others feel, it will help You convey it."

Judging from the canon played by the child, the child's heart is pure and quiet, and he even wants to use music to relieve other people's emotions.

This child is kind and healing, so when the piano is played, this feeling is brought out.

"I understand what you mean." Yixing nodded seriously.

"Listening to you playing Canon, old man, I really remembered something related to Bahe."

"Grandpa, did you remember correctly, this Canon is not Bahe's creation."

"I know for sure that it's not the work of Bahe's kid. Canon is a polyphony composed by Pachelbel's kid."

Ye Qing smiled as he spoke.

These children must not know that Bahe knew Napachelbel.

If he didn't play the canon on the spur of the moment, he really couldn't think of that child Pachelbel.

"Actually, He has something to do with Pachelbel's child."

"Are they related?"

"What's the relationship between the two of them?"

"This Pachelbel is Bahe's teacher, not only Bahe's child, the sisters in the family also learn music from Pachelbel."

"..."

Hearing the old man's words, everyone's eyes widened.

Unexpectedly, the creator of Canon is still a teacher-student relationship with Ba He.

All they know is that this piece is Pachelbel's masterpiece, and it can be regarded as a masterpiece of the time.

Unexpectedly, after the work of conferred gods, he did not choose to continue to create, but to teach, and taught such a famous musician.

"If you say that Pachelbel's child's creative level is still good, the thanksgiving hymn he wrote can be said to be a must-sing song in the church at that time."

"Isn't he only one Canon?"

"Canon is actually not a piece of music, but a technique of music composition. And the most pieces written by Pachelbel's child are all for the church."

Hearing Peng Yuchang's question, Ye Qing pursed his lips to hold back his ignorance about the child.

The kid doesn't understand music, so he still doesn't say he's stupid.

"..."

The old man's explanation made everyone blush uncontrollably.

They thought the canon was a tune.

It turns out that this Canon is a musical technique.

(End of this chapter)