After the team members got the demo of the song, they started practicing hard.
Fang Xing took the time to go back to school.
During this time, I often think of the crying violin girl.
This feeling is just like what is sung in that song: Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I can never forget your face again.
People are so strange, when their hearts are hit at a certain moment, they always want to take another look.
When I arrived at school, the school radio was playing "The Wind Rises".
This song really has a campus flavor and is especially suitable for music schools.
Especially the sentence: "I once transformed my youth into her, and I once had midsummer popping out of my fingertips."
In order to prevent being recognized by others, Fang Xing put on a mask before entering the school gate.
Walking into the teaching building, standing in front of the electronic screen on the first floor, I looked up at the scrolling class schedule on the electronic screen.
This electronic screen scrolls through the curriculum for each classroom.
Fang Xing found the course schedule for the second year of the Orchestra Department on the electronic screen.
Today there is an instrumental ensemble class in the Orchestra Department, in classroom 303 on the third floor.
It was only on the third floor. Fang Xing didn't take the elevator and went straight up the stairs.
Classroom 303 is a big classroom.
Because the instrumental ensemble class is taught by several majors in the orchestral department, it does need to be in a large classroom.
When Fang Xing walked into classroom 303, it was not class time yet.
There were only seven or eight people in the classroom, scattered in twos and threes.
Some brought musical instruments, some did not.
The few students who did not bring instruments were immersed in self-study. They probably did not come to class, but just found a random classroom to study on their own.
Fang Xing walked into the classroom and sat down in the corner of the last row.
No one paid attention to the whole process, as if someone came into the classroom and it had nothing to do with them.
As class time approached, students from the orchestra department entered the classroom one after another and found seats to sit down.
Fang Xing is not from the orchestra department, but no one will come to ask questions when he is sitting in the classroom.
Tunghai Conservatory of Music is the same as other universities. Non-students of the school can also come in and observe.
When there were still five minutes left before class started, two girls walked into the classroom carrying musical instrument cases while talking.
One of them was the girl whose violin was broken that day. I heard her name was mentioned by classmates in the group, and it was Lu Xianger.
The other girl I haven't seen before carries a larger instrument, probably a cello.
Fang Xing sat in the last row, tilting his head and staring at Lu Xiang'er in the first row. He felt that her profile had an inexplicable sense of intimacy, a bit like Ling'er's sister in the Sword and Sword game.
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The second-year students from the orchestra department began to arrive one after another, almost 80 of them.
Moreover, these 80 people are divided into more than a dozen majors.
Some majors even have only one person.
After the students had all arrived, Fang Xing made a rough count and found that the instruments were complete, including violins, violas, cellos, double basses, harps, clarinets, oboes, flutes, saxophones, etc., everything was there.
The violin major is the largest group of students, with twenty people in total.
The smallest one is the large one, which is just a single seedling.
The more than 80 people in the orchestral department can almost form a symphony orchestra.
After the preparation bell rang for class, the teacher of the ensemble class walked into the classroom, turned on the computer, and played a video first.
It's a video from "Young China".
The ensemble class teacher announced: "This song may be played at various parties this year, so everyone should listen carefully and get familiar with the melody before going back."
"What!"
There was a cry in the classroom.
A student complained: "Why is it his song again? Last time we were asked to play "Nocturne", and this time we are doing it again."
The teacher had a gloating smile on his face, stretched out two fingers and said: "This time it is the intention of the hospital leaders. This year's party will definitely have this song. Those who can't play it will not have the chance to go on stage. Not many, in important situations
Performing at the party is just two credits."
"Two credits are not much!"
All the students screamed again.
A student pointed at the person on the projection screen and said, "I remember he is a student in our school, right? We have been tortured by him for a month. When will it end?"
The teacher shook his head and smiled: "So, why is it not your songs that torture others, but other people's songs that torture you?"
"Next time we meet this guy named Fang Xing, we'll put a sack on him and beat him up." A male classmate joked happily.
Fang Xing sat in the corner of the last row and touched his neck with his hand, feeling a cool feeling on his back.
The teacher changed to a serious tone and said: "Okay, class is officially here. Today's ensemble class is about the first movement of Liszt's Piano Concerto No. 1."
After the teacher finished speaking, he looked at the piano and asked, "Where's the piano player? Didn't you ask the monitor to communicate in advance and borrow a piano player?"
Dongyin's piano performance major is a separate department, not an orchestral department.
However, the two departments often take classes together.
For example, in today's instrumental ensemble class, the ensemble is Liszt's Piano Concerto No. 1, and you need to find students majoring in piano performance to play the piano.
The class monitor raised his hand and said: "The piano major has an event today, so I can't come. I asked two senior students, but they were both free."
"Okay."
The teacher personally sat down in front of the piano and said: "Open the music score and let's start. If there is no music score, look at the projection screen."
This group of students began to play in unison, some fast, some slow, and some not in the right time.
Since there was no conductor, some students were in a daze when it was time for them to play in ensemble.
The teacher frowned and said, "Why is this so much messier than last time?"
This group of students are only sophomores, and they can play the etudes of individual instruments quite well. They rarely practice piano concertos, so when there is no conductor, they don’t even know whether they should enter.
The teacher stood up, picked up the baton, looked around and asked: "Who can play the piano? Let me help you for a while. I'll see if I can find someone to help."
These sophomores have not yet mastered their musical instruments, let alone the piano.
Even if I know a little bit, I don't want to embarrass myself and delay my practice of musical instruments.
The teacher asked twice, but no one came up, so he walked back to the podium and took out his cell phone to see if he could find an upperclassman to help.
Fang Xing saw that no one was coming up. He hesitated for a while, then raised his hand and said, "How about I try?"
The students in the classroom all looked back and saw a boy sitting in the corner of the last row. He was wearing a mask and could not see his face clearly.
If you are a classmate, you can recognize them even if you are wearing a mask.
"Which class is this boy in?"
"I don't know. You didn't bring any musical instruments. We didn't bring them, right?"
When the teacher saw someone answering, he looked up and asked, "Which class are you in?"
"I'm a vocal music major and can play piano." Fang Xing replied.
Skipping classes is very common in universities, and teachers will not exclude students who skip classes.
"Then come and try. Have you ever played Liszt's First Piano Concerto?" The teacher waved Fang Xing up.
"I played it a few times." Fang Xing replied casually.
In fact, Fang Xing is quite familiar with Liszt's Piano Concerto No. 1.
Lang Lang and the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra have collaborated on this piano concerto, and the effect was very good. Fang Xing even listened to it live.
When Fang Xing sat down in front of the piano, the teacher came over, pointed to the sheet of music taped with transparent tape on the piano, and said, "Try playing this section first."
Fang Xing followed her request, placing his fingers on the black and white keys and playing the melodious piano sound.
Dang Dang Dang...
Those present are all students of Dongyin. They may not have practiced their instruments to the level of being able to play in the classroom, but they still have the ability to appreciate them.
The so-called expert will know if there is anything as soon as he takes action.
When Fang Xing reached the third measure, the orchestra students present all started talking among themselves.
"It plays a bit well."
"Is this just a little bit good? This is quite good. There are not many people in the piano department who are at this level."
"I really play the piano well. I have played the piano since I was a child. It took me more than ten or twenty years to reach this level."
"Didn't he just say he was from the vocal music department? How come the vocal music major is so good at playing piano?"
