51 Open Yourself
The three-day charity show in Nagoya took place in May, just before the cherry blossoms fell. However, because it was a charity performance, the coach was not with the team, so the two pairs and two men's singles players went to Nagoya with only some staff members, as well as a young coach who had just come out of university and Zhao Zhixin.
This form of commercial performance is more focused on entertainment projects, and this time it is different from the pressure of Han Lu's debut in Deeslaw after recovering from a major injury last time, so the atmosphere of the group is very relaxed. After arriving in Nagoya, Zhang Lei dragged Xu Haoyang to sweep the figures and gachases, while Zijun dragged Han Lu to sweep the drugstore, what hand cream, mask, eyebrow pencil, cotton pad...... It's like a situation where you have to sweep up a few years of usage for a large family before you give up.
They are so relaxed because there is no performance the next day, everyone rests or moves freely during the day, and the evening is the much-anticipated dinner session.
Looking at the scale of the performance, it is clear that the scale of this dinner is also much grander than before. Because of the participation of many entertainment stars, some local media reporters also came. The camera is set up in a long gun and a short cannon, some people are familiar with it, and some people are still not used to it.
Han Lu has always been none of her business, unless the reporter puts the microphone on her face, otherwise she will sit in the seat to eat and drink, and the partner next to her is the same, holding a plate of food and not letting go, and when Zhang Lei came back from a circle in the field, he saw these two people sitting still like the two Buddhas, and immediately couldn't cry or laugh.
"Shall I give you two a kang and have a Spring Festival Gala?"
He asked.
"Okay. Xu Haoyang nodded.
Han Lu also nodded in acquiescence.
"No, it's okay, big brother and sister, can we be lively?"
"You're all right, didn't you go to Duhamel to talk to you, don't be discouraged if you fail to talk, you will become more and more courageous, come back and get us to do something." β
"Tut-tut. Zhang Lei smacked his lips and sighed, "Okay, you, this is ours." β
"Wait a little longer, Jin Keer will come on stage to perform the violin. Didn't you always want to talk to her before, and give you this opportunity later. Han Lu said.
"Really?" Zhang Lei pulled a chair and sat next to him, "She knows how to play the violin?"
"There's it. Han Lu pointed to the left, "Next to the second brother-in-law." β
"Holy. Zhang Lei leaned in, "Is it not enough for the second brother-in-law to see the sister-in-law, I couldn't find our Miss Duhamel just now, so I saw him soaking there to pick up people's houses, and now he is soaking our Miss Jin Koil again......"
Now, their gang of people give foreign players nicknames smoothly and confidently, this second brother-in-law is a Bulgarian player, his full name is Jack Petrov Stoyanov, because there is a Jie and two husbands in the name, so it is logical to call the second brother-in-law. From the coach to the players, it's all called that.
There are only a few opponents who have not been nicknamed...... I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate. However, Duhamel, who can be remembered by Han Lu's full name and is known by her full name, is definitely her enemy.
The three of them sat like this for a while, and when the second brother-in-law finished speaking, they saw that there was indeed a staff member who gave Jin Keer a violin. She wore a long white dress and appeared lightly and elegantly with the violin.
Her performance was just as calm and graceful as her previous performances, as if the aroma of English afternoon tea was wafting. Some people were so attracted by her performance that they stopped chatting to find the source of the music. When he saw that the performer was Jin Koil, he gave applause and appreciation from the bottom of his heart. And when Jin Keer was about to walk off the stage amid applause, a French singer with elegant manners stood up, smiled and raised his hand to signal that he wanted to speak.
His name is on the list of performers this time, and he will sing as a special guest at the third day of the performance.
"You have this piece by Regina Carter, right?" he politely asked, "and it just so happens that I like jazz too, and if I'm lucky, I'd like to invite you to play it along." β
"You know?" asked Jin Keer in surprise.
"It's just a little bit of a thing. He said, "Well, there's a piano here, so we might as well play an ensemble." β
They are hard to find, and Zhang Lei in the audience is confused.
"Re, re, re, what the hell?" he asked.
βRegina Carterγ Xu Haoyang said, "It's a violinist." Jin Keer played her tune just now. β
"......" Zhang Lei's face was complicated, "You know this?"
"Know a little. β
ββ¦β¦ So what's this guy playing now?"
"This is ......" Xu Haoyang listened to it and quickly came up with an answer. He is now playing Schubert's Piano Sonata No. 17 in D major, also D850. This piece has been played by many famous pianists before, and the style he plays now I think is a bit close to Kempf's, and his style is a bit similar to today's performance style of King Koil, which is the kind of calm and calm ......"
When he felt Zhang Lei's complicated, surprised and incredulous gaze, Xu Haoyang took the initiative to shut up.
"Anyway......" he was a little embarrassed, "it's the D850." β
"No, no, no, no, you wait. Zhang Lei said in a loud voice, "You can, you, why didn't I know that you still knew classical music?"
"Didn't you go to class? β
"Are you cold to me?" Zhang Lei pushed him, "I also took classes, but I was tired from practicing and practicing, and I was left to sleep in that class...... The names I still remember: Beethoven, Schubert, Dostoevsky!"
"Tchaikovsky ......" Xu Haoyang revised speechlessly.
"What does the driver of Mentos?"
"Wrote "The Brothers Karamazov". Han Lu said beside him.
ββ¦β¦ Oh. β
"Schubert's compositions, which are a little more inclusive than those of Beethoven and Mozart, are open to a wide variety of interpretations. But Beethoven's words, no matter how you play them, it's as if there is always a shadow of Beethoven standing there. It's like if a newcomer chooses a song now, he won't be able to choose a song that has been perfectly interpreted by his predecessors. β
Xu Haoyang explained.
"Do you know how to play?" asked Han Lu.
"A little. β
"Then what are you doing sitting?" Zhang Lei pushed him, "You are also up, up and up, up and down." β
"On what. Xu Haoyang said, "Let's go to the kang." β
"Mr. Xu Haoyang, you are a person who knows classical literature on the left and classical music on the right, and you have a very good face, please pay attention to your own speech. What kind of kang should be called? That should also be called chua......"
Zhang Lei didn't finish speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and he stopped talking.
At this time, the singer's piano solo also stopped, he and Jin Keer were discussing something, the two of them adjusted the instrument, and then, the music sounded again, the piano and violin music were perfectly integrated, and the reporter's camera did not miss this scene. When Jin Keer and the singer hugged and left the stage, the piano was empty, and Zhang Lei directly dragged Xu Haoyang onto the stage.
"The Chinese team. Zhang Lei patted Xu Haoyang's shoulder and said to the singer who was still standing in place. "We, the Chinese. WeοΌCHINESEγ He, He, XU HAOYANG. Well...... That's it, Big Big Water, and XU...... You KnowοΌβ
The singer blinked curiously.
"I know. HE SAID, "XU HAOYANG." β
"Just listened to your D850. Xu Haoyang said, "I think it's great." However, I would like to interpret it in a different way. β
"Oh. The singer said, "Of course it's good." β
Xu Haoyang sat down on the piano bench and put his hands on the keys. Frankly, he hadn't touched a piano in a long time. Therefore, the moment his fingers touched the keys, the warm touch made his heart tremble.
It's something he loves, loves.
His fingers fell, and a note flowed clearly.
Although he didn't know much about music, Han Lu, who was sitting below, could also feel the difference between the same music being interpreted by two different people. Compared with the singer just now, Xu Haoyang's style is more accurate and neat, with less reinted taste, but it does not lose the most important ambiguity in Schubert's own style. She unconsciously held her breath in the soft music that fell from the sky.
At the end of the song, Xu Haoyang won the applause of the audience. At this time, the singer's interest was aroused for a while, and he asked Xu Haoyang if he knew Rubinstein, and after getting a positive answer, he continued to invite him to play new repertoire.
This song was something Han Lu had never heard before, and it sounded freewheeling, like a brisk walk on the banks of a river full of weeping willows. As the mood of the song progressed, Xu Haoyang completely entered the state, his hands dancing lightly on the keys, and the light fell on his head, like a piece of bright sunlight falling on the sea.
It turns out that this person is like this when he devotes himself to something he loves.
Han Lu thought.
It's as if everything is under control, as if you're able to control everything.
"The understanding of music, sometimes we have to say, is a gift. However, if you train later, it is not impossible to form a deeper understanding. β
This is what Han Lu said to her after the Grand Prix, when Han Lu went to the office to find Amy.
She wasn't very used to asking people for advice, and she wasn't even very good at expressing her thoughts. Because Liu Bofei was always by his side, he was able to quickly understand what she needed without her saying anything - she was used to it, and she didn't think it was actually such a rare and amazing thing. But now, she has come to realize that there are many things that she has to say first.
"What kind of training do you mean by post-training...... she repeat......ed? My teammates helped me recommend some movies and now I'm listening to the soundtrack at night. β
"Nope. Amy shook her finger, "These are all auxiliary. There is a very important thing that you must master first. β
"What?"
"You have to open yourself. Amy looked at Han Lu, "Your ...... And I've watched all the competitions in the two-player stage now, and the biggest problem with your expressiveness is not that you don't fully understand the music, but that you don't open yourself up. Do you understand?"
Han Lu sat on the chair and clenched his fists.
That is, all your emotions are imitations. When you come across a piece of music, you're not feeling it with your heart, you're just looking for a standard answer. You think about what kind of emotion this piece 'should have', and then you simulate that emotion. It's not something that's in your heart. β
"Then," Amy continued, "in the past, when choosing a song for you, Liu Bofei would make a special reminder to choose the kind of personal style that suits you...... It's the kind of music that you can easily imitate. You might naturally think that it's your stuff after a long period of imitation, but no. β
"You should have realized it yourself when you first went to the National Grand Prix. You may understand Don Quixote's heart, but you don't make it your heart. β
Amy tapped Han Lu's chest across the desk.
"Think about what I said. β
"Become my heart......" Han Lu repeated again.
"Of course, you've had good grades in the past. You don't even have to understand music at all to get such a high score with a technical score. However, if your goal is not to win a gold medal, but to become an unbeatable figure skater, you are not enough. β
Han Lu didn't speak. In the past, Daisy, the referee who always stuck her score on the artistic performance score, once said on a sports review show that although Han Lu has achieved great honors as an athlete, she is not qualified as a figure skater.
"I think," Daisy said solemnly to the camera, "Han Lu's goal is just to win a competition, but it's worthless because you're competing against someone else." She is now letting other people's levels determine her worth, not her own value. β
At the time, she felt that what Daisy said was pure nonsense, what other people, what self, what value? Victory is value, who can deny the value of victory? However, many years after the incident, she was sitting in Amy's office and suddenly remembered what Daisy said.
Let other people's levels determine their own value.
Victory is not an objective standard.
That's what Daisy said.
It just shows that you are doing better than others in a very short time frame, and that's it.
This concept was laughingly pointed out by the host at the time that it was too harsh, and Daisy herself really thought so.
She has no interest in who wins the eventual title, she wants a figure skater who can be called near-perfect.
ββ¦β¦ What should I do?" Han Lu asked Amy.
"Open your heart. Amy said, "Go and ask yourself what you want." Then go and tell the other person what you want. β
What do I want?
Han Lu pondered silently.
β¦β¦ In addition to the victory, in addition to the Grand Slam.
What do you want?