As soon as Wei Dongkui finished playing, the three girls who reacted immediately took out tissues and handed them over at the same time. However, Wei Dongkui was used to it. Seeing the three girls staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, Wei Dongkui took one of them casually and was about to get angry.
The girl wiped it with a tissue.
His actions made the other two girls a little dissatisfied, but Wei Dongkui didn't care. Instead, he looked at Cang Long with provocation in his eyes and said, "Teacher Cang, it's your turn!"
At the same time, everyone else's eyes also fell on Canglong, but Canglong sat down in front of the antique yellow piano without any nervousness, and started playing naturally, which was also Rage's Piano Concerto No. 3.
When the continuous sound of the piano sounded in everyone's ears, the students around them all looked surprised. Canglong's hands were not a pair of hands that could play the piano. At least they were rougher than Wei Dongkui's delicate and slender hands, but this
When playing the keys with both hands, it looks elegant and natural.
Wei Dongkui suddenly frowned, but he didn't believe that Cang Long, a doctor of history, could have such high attainments in music. The same was true for the two music teachers. The other students who couldn't understand naturally didn't think that Cang Long could play.
After playing this piece, it was like a tadpole poem for them.
But what is even more surprising is that Canglong closed his eyes as soon as he started his hand, but his hands were still playing with the keys. The sound was slow and smooth. His expression was so selfless and concentrated, and his fingertips felt like they were on the keys.
Dance up.
When Wei Dongkui played La San, there was no music score in front of him, and Canglong also had no music score when he played La San. But the difference was that Wei Dongkui focused on the piano from beginning to end when playing, but Cang Long closed his eyes.
He closed his eyes and raised his head as if in his world at the moment, music had become one with him.
The flow of the piano sound is completely different from the feeling played by Wei Dongkui. I couldn't hear it just now. Now when I compare it, I immediately find that Wei Dongkui is completely following the rhythm. It feels a bit far-fetched, but Canglong is not following the rhythm.
The rhythm is moving, but without losing the tune of La San. The style is completely free of La San, and it feels extremely natural.
Even students who don’t understand Rach’s Third Piano Concerto don’t think there’s anything wrong or inappropriate about the sound. If we really want to talk about the difference, then Wei Dongkui’s sound feels like it’s restrained in every way, without any self-confidence.
Play, just play according to the music score in your mind.
The sound of Canglong's piano feels like a bird escaping from a cage, flying out of the sky, free and without any restraints.
"How could it be!" Wei Dongkui was a little distracted, and even he couldn't help but be immersed in this overflowing music.
"The rhythm has changed, the style has changed, but the tune has not changed. It has the charm of La San, but it is completely different from the tension and emotion displayed by La San!" The two music teachers looked at each other, and they both saw the look in each other's eyes.
of surprise.
"What style is this?" another music teacher asked curiously.
At this time, the charm of the music took a turn for the worse, revealing a sense of loneliness and desolation. That kind of loneliness made everyone who listened feel the desolation. It seemed that this kind of emotion was surging in their hearts, and they wanted to vent it out, but in the end they couldn't.
As the rhythm of the music changes, the charm changes again, just like suddenly jumping into an oasis from a thirsty desert. The change is so big, but it doesn't make people feel weird or irritable, it just feels so natural.
In the sound of the piano, they seemed to have arrived at an oasis in the desert. In the oasis, a woman covered by black gauze stood tall and tall. The hungry travelers came to the oasis to find not only the source of water for life, but also the source of life.
There is the love that people long for, and the release of emotions intertwined in music.
The traveler took off the woman's veil, and her peerless face was indescribable in ancient and modern times. The fire of love was burning and boiling. Between the ups and downs, there was no boredom, only longing for each other, and lingering together...
I don’t know how long it lasted, but the rhythm changed again, and weeping suddenly appeared in the lingering relationship. The fire of love was extinguished, and the boiling turned into sadness. The emotions intertwined for a while made people angry, revealing deep hatred, until reality
Break everything into pieces and return everything to reality...
The sound of the piano slowly circulated and seemed dull. There was no restlessness, no excitement, and no sadness. Everything seemed aimless...
The sound of the piano slowly stopped when the person's mood fell to the lowest point. At this time, there was a touch of sadness on Canglong's face, but this sadness had already disappeared before everyone noticed it.
When he stood up slowly, he looked at Wei Dongkui who was in a state of confusion and said, "Is there any point in comparing?"
After hearing this, Wei Dongkui came back to his senses. Various emotions were intertwined in his eyes. The strongest one was unwillingness, but in the end he shook his head with a look of decadence: "I lost!"
"What? Lost!" The students in Class 9 realized that they had been deeply touched by the sound of Canglong's piano just now, but when they recalled it now, they seemed not to remember anything.
"How is it possible? He only played for a few minutes, why did you lose? And...and..." Several students were unwilling to give in.
"Yes, what he plays is completely different from what you play, and the playing time is much shorter than yours. He must have picked up the easy ones."
"It's just that, although what he played just now...although...although it was okay, the time he played was too short, and it was far less long than the time you played."
A group of people immediately started arguing, and some even used the length of time as an argument, but Wei Dongkui remained silent because he knew he had lost.
"After playing Rage's Piano Concerto No. 3 in thirty minutes, and with a unique flavor, Wei Dongkui really lost!" One of the music teachers said. In his eyes, these students who don't understand music are just making noise.
"Thirty minutes?" Some students suddenly looked at the watches on their wrists in surprise. Not counting the past few dozen seconds, it was indeed thirty minutes. They thought that only ten minutes had passed. This was what surprised them.
place.
After looking at the time, everyone suddenly stopped talking. They looked at Wei Dongkui, as if they wanted to get some professional explanations from him, but Wei Dongkui lowered his head with a look of frustration.
In this situation, they knew they couldn't count on Wei Dongkui, so after a moment of silence, a student from Class 9 said: "Teacher, you can't be too biased. Dongkui has been playing for more than forty minutes, and he is sweating. It's obvious."
The music he plays is more difficult than Teacher Cang's, but you say that his playing is not as good as Teacher Cang's. I think you are deliberately helping Teacher Cang!"
"Yes, Teacher Wang, you did it on purpose!" said a girl from the foreign class, and a group of people suddenly had an excuse, and the whole music classroom started to make noise.
The two music teachers were immediately speechless. What could they do with this group of unreasonable students? If they said a few words, they would probably be called "officials protecting each other". After all, although Canglong was specially hired
Teachers are teachers both emotionally and rationally, so students naturally have their reasons.
"Wei Dongkui's playing just now was obviously faster than Teacher Cang's. Just in terms of playing speed, Teacher Cang lost." Someone else said.
The whole music classroom suddenly became noisy, and not everyone was speaking for Wei Dongkui. The arguments suddenly broke out. Wei Dongkui raised his head when he saw this scene. His mother's words came to his mind: "Music is not about length, nor is it about length.
It’s about technique, it’s about the feelings from the heart, and the rhythm that touches the soul.”
In the past, he always thought that his mother's words were abstract, or that this kind of music did not exist in the world, but today he felt it, felt the emotion from the heart, felt the rhythm that touched the soul, and the player
Not a great master, just a seemingly ordinary teacher.
If you lose, you lose. Wei Dongkui will not even have the courage to admit defeat, so he raised his head and wanted to tell everyone that he had indeed lost, but at this moment, the sound of the piano sounded again.
"This is..." Wei Dongkui's expression changed.
The quarrel in the classroom suddenly stopped. Everyone looked at the source of the piano sound, only to find that at some point, Canglong sat back in front of the antique yellow piano and started playing.
Moreover, the rhythm this time was extremely fast, and everyone's mood was driven by this rhythm. Canglong's hand touched the keys so fast that it even looked a little blurry.
Especially the rhythm of the piano music, the people who are being moved feel as if they can't breathe, because the music flows so fast, so fast that their hearts and ears have just accepted one section, and the second, third, and fourth sections come immediately.
.....
About ten minutes later, the sound of the piano ended in a hurry, and everyone in the classroom was stunned. In addition to Canglong's slightly rapid breathing, it seemed that even a pin dropping to the ground could be heard.
"Who has a cigarette?" Canglong asked calmly.
Only then did everyone react, but they all made the same move, taking a deep breath and exhaling it again. The rhythm just now was so fast that they seemed to be suffocating.
"No?" Canglong asked again.
Hearing this, several boys subconsciously dug into their pockets, but then they thought of something and retracted their half-taken hands. One of the music teachers handed over a pack of cigarettes, thinking that Canglong wanted to smoke to relieve his pain.
The fatigue just now.
But what no one expected was that Canglong took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put the cigarette butt into the strings. He only heard a few "sizzling" sounds and the cigarette was actually ignited by the strings.
Seeing the flying smoke, both students and teachers were dumbfounded.
"Are you studying history?"
"PhD?"
"So perverted!"
What the students found inconceivable was that a doctor with a history degree could play the piano so superbly. He could only play the piano well, but he could still play the piano strings so hot that they could light a cigarette.
In the past, they thought it was just a special effect in a movie, but they didn't expect that there really is such a master in reality, and this master is also their future class teacher. As for winning or losing, it seems that the decision has been made, even students who don't know how to play piano.
I don't know what to say.
People can play the strings until they are hot enough to light a cigarette, so what else can they say?