Long Xiaoshan wanted to learn the piano, but instead of looking for her, he looked for this one-armed middle-aged man?
Wen Qingcheng looked at the middle-aged man and said calmly: "Can you play "Fu Sheng Qu"?"
The one-armed middle-aged Zhu Xun raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard Wen Qingcheng's question: "I have played it before. This song is Master Qinjun's famous song. It has an extraordinary artistic conception. I can only say that I have a superficial understanding of it."
Wen Qingcheng narrowed her eyes.
"Fu Sheng Qu" is a very difficult piano piece.
Basically, it is difficult for ordinary piano players to play it completely, let alone understand its artistic conception.
This one-armed middle-aged man actually said that he had played before, and she could still understand the differences between self-effacement and stage fright. Zhu Xun said that he had only a superficial understanding, and it sounded like he was mostly the former.
She smiled faintly: "In that case, could you please play it for me and I will learn from it?"
Zhuxun naturally heard Wen Qingcheng's intention.
It seems that he doesn't believe him.
He himself didn't care.
Having had my arm broken for many years, I have become accustomed to the attention of the world.
But Wen Qingcheng obviously knew Long Xiaoshan. From the conversation just now, it can be seen that Wen Qingcheng was dissatisfied with Long Xiaoshan's piano learning, even though Long Xiaoshan only studied the piano with him for half an hour.
But Zhu Xun already had great expectations for this "disciple".
Naturally, I don’t want my disciple to be looked down upon by others.
He took out a piece of cloth and wiped his hands clean, then placed the guqin across his chest and said to Wen Qingcheng solemnly, "You're showing off your ugliness."
Boom!
His fingers plucked the strings.
The moment the sound of the piano sounded, Zhu Xun seemed to be a different person, without any aura of abjection in his body, as if he was a banished immortal. The sound of the piano danced on his fingertips, and everything around him became quiet.
Wen Qingcheng's eyes gradually changed.
She is a master of Qin Dao, so she can naturally feel the meaning of bamboo and Xun Qin.
"Fu Sheng Qu" is Qin Jun's famous work, and it is also a masterpiece. The meaning in the music is about the five flavors of life and the vicissitudes of life. It can be said that to play this music, it is absolutely impossible to have skills alone.
You also need to have enough experience to be able to understand the meaning of the music and express it.
So it is also known as a violinist’s nightmare.
Many people, when playing Fu Sheng Qu, cannot express its artistic conception. It is just a mess, harsh and unpleasant to listen to.
Even though Wen Qingcheng's piano skills are very advanced, she rarely plays Fusheng music because she lacks experience and cannot express the meaning of the music. Although she can barely play it, there is a clear gap compared with Zhu Xun.
This does not mean that her piano skills are not as good as Zhu Xun's.
But Zhu Xun has experienced vicissitudes of life, a life full of ups and downs, and the pain of a broken arm, so he can better understand the meaning of floating life.
Can express this song completely.
The song is over.
Wen Qingcheng was so shocked that she almost caught up with yesterday's qin music "Guangling San". Of course, this does not mean that Zhu Xun's qin skills have reached the level of qin music, but that Zhu Xun is very suitable for "Fu Sheng Qu", even if the qin music
Come and play, you may not be able to surpass Zhu Xun in this piece.
After a while, Wen Qingcheng looked ashamed and bowed to Zhu Xun: "I offended you just now. This little girl is shallow-sighted and judges people by their appearance. It has really tarnished your piano skills."
Zhu Xun stood up and said: "You are too harsh to speak."
He could also see that Wen Qingcheng loved Qindao very much, and the reason why he questioned him just now was probably because he was angry with Long Xiaoshan.
So there was no anger at all.
Wen Qingcheng stood up. She was really ashamed. In the past, she was never such a shallow person, but now she behaved so badly. After thinking about it, it was all because of Long Xiaoshan.
If Long Xiaoshan wasn't too angry, she would never be hostile to a stranger.
At this time, she glanced at Long Xiaoshan who was standing by, his expression secretly snickering, and the lingering fire in her heart seemed to be rekindling: "Sir, is he really learning piano from you?"
Zhu Xun nodded: "Yes, Xiao Shan learns quickly and is a rare genius in piano music."
The corners of Wen Qingcheng's mouth twitched violently twice.
Qindou, genius?
If someone else said this, she would definitely spit on him.
But Zhu Xun's song "Fu Sheng" just now has proved his accomplishments in the piano.
Definitely a master of the piano.
Damn it, did this guy use some means to confuse Zhu Xun? Wen Qingcheng didn't want to see Long Xiaoshan's proud face and said coldly: "So, you can play the piano. Why haven't I heard you play it before? You should play one too."
I'll listen."
Long Xiaoshan smiled, held a piano, and said: "Okay, then I will show my shame."
As he spoke, he plucked the strings with both hands, and the sound suddenly flowed out.
Wen Qingcheng's eyes widened.
As expected, it is very skillful and smooth.
After the song ended, Long Xiaoshan looked at her proudly, as if saying, "What?"
Wen Qingcheng's forehead was throbbing with veins, and she resisted the urge to beat him up. This meant that she knew how to play the piano. It is true that Long Xiaoshan's fingering skills were skillful and smooth just now, without any problems, but what he played was an etude for beginners to learn how to play the piano.
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As long as a three-year-old child who has learned the piano can do it.
She turned to Zhu Xun, squeezed out a smile and said: "Sir, is this the genius of Qin Dao you mentioned? He is indeed a genius."
Zhu Xun coughed twice and said: "Xiaoshan, I just studied for half an hour. I think it's very good, very good."
To be honest, he didn't know why Long Xiaoshan chose this etude. Although he did play it very well, Long Xiaoshan had obviously mastered the more difficult piece.
"Okay, I'm going to continue learning the piano." Long Xiaoshan said.
Wen Qingcheng suppressed her voice and said, "What's wrong with you? Aren't you in a hurry to find someone? Why are you still wasting time here?"
Long Xiaoshan shook his head: "No matter how urgent it is, I plan to finish learning the piano with Mr. Zhu in the next few days before leaving."
"You..." Wen Qingcheng clenched her fists.
Long Xiaoshan really doesn’t get enough oil and salt.
But in front of Zhu Xun, she couldn't break out and sneered: "Okay, okay, I'll see how you learn. It's really unlucky to be your friend. It turns out that it's just words that matter."
Long Xiaoshan ignored Wen Qingcheng's sarcastic remarks and continued to study with Zhu Xun.
Wen Qingcheng didn't want to stay here, but she was afraid that Long Xiaoshan would suddenly disappear again, so she could only wait. Fortunately, there were many violinists playing the piano in the square, so she could divert her attention to some extent.
Time keeps passing.
Long Xiaoshan's piano skills are also improving rapidly.
His learning ability is truly terrifying.
Almost every time he played, he made some progress. Coupled with Zhu Xun's careful guidance, Long Xiaoshan's skills became more and more skillful and perfect.
Even if the music is extremely difficult, Long Xiaoshan can still play it.
Of course, what he relies on is purely skill. It is not that simple to truly succeed in the music industry.
However, Long Xiaoshan did not intend to win by relying on Qin Dao.
The skills he has mastered are enough to play.
Recalling the piano music that Hua Xia had heard in his mind, Long Xiaoshan plucked the strings, and suddenly a piece of music flowed out. The first time Long Xiaoshan played it was very jerky, intermittent, and it was hard to bear to listen.
But Zhuxun seemed to hear something extraordinary in the music and asked, "What kind of music is this?"
"An accidental piece." Long Xiaoshan began to play for the second time.
I became much more proficient the second time.
As he deepened his playing, it seemed as if two armies were confronting each other, and the sound moved the heaven and earth. As he slowly observed it, there were sounds of gold, drums, gold, swords, and the sound of people and horses changing. The sounds reached his ears, as if he were on a tragic battlefield.
