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Chapter 16 Beethoven

Shen Qingye was only 19 years old when he won the first prize. The piece he played was Beethoven's "Fourth Piano Concerto". , he chose a piece with a lot of controversy about its interpretation, which is known for its depth and complexity, which gives people a refreshing feeling.

The host asked him why he chose this way.

He said bluntly that his teacher said he had no hope in this competition, and it was probably the last time he participated in this kind of competition, and he should choose a song he likes.

The host asked him to comment on his performance and the advantages of his opponent's performance.

He said that maybe he was relaxed enough. In all the media disputes on the eve of the final, no one discussed him, which made him feel less pressure, because the focus was on others.

The host jokingly asked him, I heard that it is very popular among Chinese people to visit temples before important events. Have you ever done similar things before the competition?

He thought for a while and said, I don't have any beliefs, I believe in the piano.

This interview was rebroadcast by the TV station in real time, and there was no time to review it. When it was broadcast, Liu Ran walked in front of the TV with instant noodles in his hands, stopped and watched for a while, and then sighed in surprise, "This man It must be a mudslide in the interview world."

Xi Wen lazily put one hand on the back of the chair, turned his upper body, and looked away from the mahjong table. The TV had switched to a gorgeous concert hall, "What?"

Liu Ran took a sip of the noodles, "An interview on a music show, the first prize winner of some kind of Elizabeth contest. It's some classical music, which is not understandable to ordinary people like us."

Xi Wen laughed, yawned sleepily, and took a food packaging bag from the table and hit him, "Come for me for a while, I'll eat something."

"Okay, here we come." Liu Ran took the position of Xi Wen with a brazen face holding the instant noodles.

The band came to France to participate in an electronic music festival together, but a blizzard hit, the festival was canceled, and they were trapped here, the road was blocked by heavy snow, people inside couldn't get out, people outside couldn't get in , Fortunately, the city's heating and electricity can still operate normally.

They were extremely bored, someone dug out a mahjong table from the basement of the Chinese apartment they were staying in, and the six of them started playing mahjong to pass the time, with the TV turned on all night long as background sound.

Xi Wen tore off an energy bar, the room was filled with all kinds of instant food, none of the elders knew how to cook, and there was nothing in the refrigerator, he almost vomited from eating instant noodles these days.He was leaning on the sofa and watching TV. A piano competition was playing back, and the narration was introducing it. It was in babbling French. Xi Wen couldn't understand it, and he could only make out a few words, such as Elizabeth, genius, most promising...

He couldn't understand the words, but he could still listen to the piano. He closed his eyes and played the rhythm for a while, and found that the speed and scale of this person's playing were clear and even, and the timbre was full. Even after the poor transmission of the TV, he could still hear His technique is superb, his style is elegant and delicate, and he plays like "pearls on velvet", to use a very cheesy metaphor.

Xi Wen enjoyed listening to it, and the camera slowly zoomed in from a distant view to a close-up view. A slender young man was sitting in front of the gorgeous grand piano. Laughing shabby.

But when he sits in front of the piano and plays, his posture is very strong, his face is so calm that he is almost indifferent. What is more noticeable is that his hand posture is relatively stable, which is different from the exaggerated playing style of ordinary young pianists. It is very high and hits hard, and the body does not fluctuate. He almost only plays with his fingers, and there is no extra arm movement. He can play the loudest and lightest sounds with the smallest range of movements. The playing method is very suitable for this beautiful piece. And soulful music.

It is said that when this song was created, Beethoven was in love with Tereser, a lady from a Hungarian aristocratic family. This relationship lasted for four years, and it was the most stable emotional life in Beethoven's life. Happiness makes this concerto full of bright and soft romanticism.

Berlioz once described it as "the melody is as pure as an angel and irresistibly tender, but the traces of wonderful artistic processing have completely disappeared."

The TV rushed to the next theme without finishing the whole song.

Xi Wen was still interested, he remembered the pianist's name: Shen Qingye.

A good name, well suited to the icy look on his face, who can still look as bland as overnight champagne while playing a piece so romantic and beautiful that it feels like he's in a spring garden, even with impeccable fingering , His facial features are exquisite, and he can't erase the hurt that his expressionless look brought to the audience.

Maybe the judges and teachers couldn't see clearly, but the focused lens did fully reveal this contrast.

Kuang Yao came out of the gym, just got off the treadmill, wiped the sweat off his head with a towel, and sat next to Xi Wen, "What are you looking at, why is there such an expression?"

"what expression?"

Kuang Yao held back a metaphor with difficulty, "It's like eating the most annoying coriander when you eat hot pot."

Xi Wen laughed, and lay flat on the sofa, Kuang Yao was squeezed to the corner of the sofa, "What are you doing? Leave me some space, such a big sofa is not enough for you to lie on alone."

Xi Wen shrank his legs back, squinted his eyes and asked with a smile, "Didn't you just ask me what I was looking at?"

Kuang Yao looked down at him and raised his eyebrows, "Huh? Yes, why do you like and hate him at the same time?"

Xi Wen thought for a while, "You see a very divided person."

They were sleepy in Isère for two full weeks, and when they came back, they missed Chinese food very much. After binge eating, they fell asleep with jet lag for more than ten hours, and woke up with swollen faces.

When Du Xia came over, seeing their haggard and indulgent appearance, his face darkened immediately, and he suspended all the announcements they had piled up, and ordered Bai Xiaoyi and Jiang Qin to supervise them to adjust their state back and prepare for the next concert.

Fitness, dieting, rehearsal, and regular weighing. After a period of regular life, I finally managed to look photogenic.

For the concert in 6 months, Xi Wen had a lot of burdens on him. Du Xia picked out a few songs for them, all of them were old songs, but they didn't like to repeat the old tunes, those songs were sung too many times , since this is the first concert, we need something new, and everyone is trying their best to give their fans some surprises.

Everyone has to write songs, and Xi Wen has more experience. Du Xia hopes that he can write a few more songs, so that he can be prepared, and he can substitute his teammates at critical times.

Not two days after returning to China, Xi Wen dyed her wine-red hair, which made her skin white and delicate. The hair was trimmed to create a fine layering, and the bangs were combed to the sides. It was unique and stunning, and made the eyes very bright.

Liu Ran stared at him dumbfounded for a long time, went up to pluck his hair with itchy hands, and asked him why he came back with a signal light?

"Where's your original silver gray? Didn't you say two days ago that you're going to take the Bingshan Kugeer route?"

Xi Wen slapped his hands off, and said to him seriously, "I found that Bingshan Cool is not suitable for me, and there are people who are colder than me. The stylist said that I look more Korean, and I am more suitable for trendy cool. Besides, don’t rock and roll people have to have colorful hair? It’s more in line with public expectations. Fans will be disillusioned if you have black heads like you.”

Liu Ran laughed tremblingly, "It's really hard work for you. You sacrificed your hair to defend the team's image."

Kuang Yao put down the drumstick in his hand and glanced at him, "If you continue to torment like this, your hair will be blown off sooner or later."

Xi Wen scratched the ends of her hair in distress, "It seems that the quality of the hair has deteriorated. I made an appointment for hair care next week. Do you want to go together?"

Liu Ran didn't care, "Brother Yao and I have nothing to do with the green stubble. The most we can do is to massage the scalp. You can ask Xinwen, he has a lot of hair and thick hair, and he can make money back."

Jiang Xinwen raised his eyes from the sofa, and nodded at Xi Wen indifferently, "If they don't go, I will accompany you then."

Xi Wen was very satisfied with the delay, "Okay, that's it."

When the day came, they came out of maintenance for two hours, and Xi Wen sat on the car with his legs crossed to listen to the test bombs of a few people that Bai Xiaoyi had found for him.When writing the song, I don't know if it was a ghost, but he actually added a short piano solo to the song, and now he has to pick someone to play it.

After listening to the same melody countless times, his ears were numb, and he didn't particularly like it, so he plugged in an earphone for Jiang Xinwen, "Help me listen to it, is there anyone you particularly like?"

Jiang Xinwen was very honest after listening to everything, "I feel the same."

Xi Wen sighed and scratched his hair, "Yeah, I feel a little less."

"No, I mean they're all pretty good, you can pick any one you want."

Xi Wen plugged the earphones back, "That won't work, how can such things be casual."

He put down his legs, moved closer to the front row, and said to the driver, "Uncle Yang, please turn around and go to the company, there is something wrong."

The driver nodded, and made a quick U-turn at the intersection ahead.

Xi Wen turned around and asked Jiang Xinwen, "Do you want to go to the company together? Or let Uncle Yang take you back later?"

Jiang Xinwen didn't care, "Then I'll go to the rehearsal room for a while, the dormitory is too noisy."

Xi Wen nodded, closed his eyes again and began to look for the melody.

When they arrived at the company, they broke up in the elevator, Xi Wen went straight to the top floor to find Du Xia, and Jiang Xinwen went to the rehearsal room.

It turns out he meets an unexpected person in Duchat's office.

The man turned his head and looked at him for a moment, then turned back blankly.

The appearance is better than on TV, the eyes are exquisite and seductive, and the temperament of repelling people thousands of miles away is even stronger.

When he was leaving, the man passed him by, and there was a pleasant pine scent on his body, which lingered in the air for a long time.

Xi Wen entered the office, gave the score to Du Xia, and asked him to help lead the line.

After going back and waiting for two days, but there was no news, he went to ask Du Xia if he had made it clear, and Du Xia said that he had said everything that needed to be said.Xi Wen was impatient and wanted to call by himself, Du Xia smiled and blocked him with what Xi Wen said, "Don't you want him to make his own decision?"

Xi Wen was speechless for a while, and hung up the phone helplessly.

He tried to convince himself that maybe this was not fate.True to what Liu Ran said, the chain of contempt in the music circle is unbreakable, Shen Qingye is Yangchun Baixue, and they are a group of demons dancing wildly.He couldn't get into the other party's eyes.

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