The clear and translucent piano key sounds are like cold spring water rushing in the gurgling mountain streams, the melodious violin strings are like a sparse morning light through the layers of trees and sprinkled all over the ground, the rich and moving cello strings are like a cold fog surging and tumbling in the dense jungle, the cheerful and happy melody makes the gold, green and red intertwined, like a dream, slowly spreading out in front of the eyes, and the corners of the mouth are gently raised.

"Arthur, you've lowered your tune. Edith couldn't help but complain.

Arthur tugged at the bowstring intently, his eyes not lifted, "I didn't cut my tone, Edith!"

"I think you've descended. Edith said unrelentingly.

Arthur simply stopped and glared at Edith, "You're in charge of playing the violin, then take care of your own part, and I'll leave the cello part to me, okay?"

Edith rolled her eyes widely, "If you can take care of it." ”

This time, Arthur didn't continue to refute, both of them fell silent, concentrating on pulling the strings, but their eyes were both projected in the direction of Lan Li, and the depths of their eyes flickered with unease—although they themselves knew that there was no need to look at Lan Li's eyes, but the memories of childhood couldn't help but return to their bodies again.

"Arthur, you're stealing an eighth, and Edith, you're half a pitch. ”

Lan Li's voice came, Arthur and Edith both nodded, and began to adjust their playing, because they had not touched the instrument for many years, it was inevitable that they were a little rusty, and the rhythm and intonation could not fit accurately.

The interesting part was here, if it was Lan Li's opinion, they would have taken it for granted, but if it was Arthur and Edith's opinion—or even Elph's, their first reaction was to refute it. Gradually, this seems to have become a physical habit and a mental formula.

Because when he was a child learning an instrument, and when rehearsing the ensemble, Lan Li was always correct, pitch, rhythm, tone and timbre, etc., all of them were the same - not that Lan Li could not make mistakes, but he was always able to realize where the mistakes were, and correct them in time, and his comprehension and expressiveness were recognized by the tutor again and again, which has become a kind of inertia, including Elf, they are all used to using Lan Li as a standard.

This is a sense of musicality, innate, acquired can be cultivated and improved, but if there is a lack of talent, it will take ten times or even a hundred times the effort to make up for it, and even, most people can't cultivate it even if they work hard and hard, and the gap in talent is fatal.

When filming "The Burst Drummer", Fletcher could capture even the slightest difference in one-sixteenth of a beat, and a little faster and slower could not escape his ears, and the burst scene between Fletcher and Andrew about the rhythm deviation left a deep impression on all the crew on the shooting site.

There is a small detail: how does Lan Li present the performance effect of "a little faster and a little slower"?

Everyone, including Damien Chazelle, thought that Lan Li didn't do it, and all relied on the post-dubbing fit, only a real professional drummer can do it perfectly, even if it is fast or slow in the details of one-sixteenth of a beat, the truth is that Lan Li can really do it, although he can't hit the ultra-high frequency of 400 hits, but his mastery of rhythm is an innate ability, he relies on his own ability to complete that scene, and truly interprets the phrase "if you don't go crazy, you can't live".

The same is true now.

Both Arthur and Edith subconsciously took the blue rite as the standard and completed the adjustment.

This made the corners of Lan Li's mouth rise slightly, "Relax, just relax." We don't have an ensemble to perform next, so there's no need to get too nervous. ”

Arthur and Edith both rolled their eyes and protested to Lan Li in this way.

"Edith, 'Nearer-My-God-To-Thee'. As soon as the song was finished, Lan Li's voice came from the side, and then the piano sound stopped.

Edith noticed that both Lan Li and Arthur's eyes were projected towards her, and her movements paused slightly, then tilted her head, "Lan Li, you know, I can't always grasp the tone of the first paragraph, why don't you cut in by your piano like that?"

This made Lan Li laugh dumbly, "Although we have all grown up, some things still haven't changed, haven't they?"

"God is with us", this is not a classical symphony, but a poem, composed in 1840 by an English lady named Sarah-Adams, a stage actress, a music creator, a poet, and a writer, who at the age of thirty-five wrote the poem inspired by the Book of Genesis, which was not widely circulated at the time.

It wasn't until 1856, eight years after Sarah's death, that Lowell-Mason completed the composition and evolved into a string quartet, which became so popular and loved that it was sung in choirs and then in the United States. In September 1901, then-U.S. President Wiiliam McKinley was assassinated, and because he loved the song so much during his lifetime, it appeared as the soundtrack to the state funeral, and became more widely known to the general public.

According to the memoirs of Titanic survivors, on April 10, 1913, the Titanic, which was claimed to be unsinkable, sank after hitting an iceberg.

In 1997, when James Cameron filmed "Titanic", this scene was vividly restored, which also made "God with us" more widely known.

In fact, before the release of "Titanic", the Hall family had played this piece many times - the original track was a string quartet of two violins and two cellos, and the four sisters and brothers made a slight adaptation, and the four instruments were combined into different styles, and the piano was the main melody, giving the movement a more gentle and delicate texture.

More than a decade later, it still doesn't seem to have changed much.

Retracting his gaze, Lan Li's fingertips fell on the black and white piano keys, and the soft and cold music notes were murmuring, like a sleeping angel slowly spreading its wings, and the holy light sprinkled down, filling the entire room, making people can't help but close their eyes and let themselves wander in it.

Like an early autumn afternoon, the sky outside the window is high and far away with a light shade of blue, the sparse sunlight flows through the flying maple leaves, and the soft light falls on the surface of the skin, slightly stinging and burning, and a large halo of light is released, making all the scenery blurred, outlining unreal outlines, like a mirage, gradually distracting, and then blurring the boundary between reality and illusion.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor next to the balcony, carrying out all the books on the shelves, messily placed in every corner of the sight, the faint smell of books surging in the air, it seems that even the dust has become smart, and then turn on the gramophone and play a vinyl record, those tactful and melodious melodies wrap themselves in the joy of idleness, you can hide in the corner and sit lazily on the things you like, and spend a whole afternoon like this, happy that it is a little unreal, but it becomes sad in the slow passage of time。

The happier you are, the more reluctant you are, the happier you are, the more sad you are, and you seem to be reluctant to give up every minute and every second.

Edith's eyes warmed slightly, she didn't dare to look at Lan Li, her face was a little pale because of illness, and the skin reflected in the sun was slightly transparent, as if she could disappear into the air at any time, everything was unreal, she wanted to reach out and touch Lan Li, but she was afraid that she had passed through the phantom, and then the dream woke up like this, and she would never see Lan Li again.

As soon as such a thought came to her mind, Edith couldn't help but panic.

Everyone has seen the glory and success of Lan Li, but they have never seen the fragility and tiredness of Lan Li——

insisted on propaganda in the magic capital with the sick body, but encountered such turbulent waves. Admittedly, a cold doesn't seem to be a big deal at all, it's a basic work ethic for public figures living in the spotlight, they enjoy the starlight and attention, they enjoy super high income and super treatment, and they should at least repay the support of their fans, right?

If there is really an accident at Pudong Airport, will Lanli be indifferent?

If there is indeed a car accident on the highway, Lan Li may also be implicated.

If the hotel's false alarm really triggers bad consequences, Lan Li will also become the target of Qianfu's fingers.

Praise and criticism, glory and burden, support and disapproval...... These are all two sides of the same body of a public figure, Lan Li also knows all this, he has always been dutifully giving back to the society, but he is also an ordinary person, he also has his own troubles and limits, he also has his own emotions and problems, occasionally, just very occasionally, he also wants to be vulnerable for a moment, find a support, and then unload all the burdens.

Lan Li didn't complain or vent, he just endured it all silently, because this was the path he chose, even if he was on his knees, he would persevere to the end, he just needed a little breathing time and space now, a little bit of it, a little bit of it, let him be secretly vulnerable for a moment.

Edith retracted her gaze in a panic, closed her eyes, and stopped the tears from falling in time, then pulled the bowstring and joined the ranks of the Lan Li, the melodious and graceful melody began to fly wantonly, and then the strings of Arthur's cello also joined in, so that the tired and sleepy soul found a place to rest for a moment, and unloaded all the armor alone and lonely.