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"Come and see my new tune!"

Si Nuan's eyes lit up, and before he could speak, he was pulled into the room by Ling Han. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Si Nuan was pulled by Ling Han to sit next to the piano, and then a sheet music was stuffed in his hand.

"You take your time."

The boy said this, but his eyes were saying the opposite--hurry up, and praise me after reading it!

Sullen.

Si Nuan silently complained in his heart, and then lowered his head and opened the score.

It turned out to be a symphony!

Si Nuan flipped back in disbelief, it turned out to be a symphony!

How long has it been? Si Nuan couldn't help but fold his fingers and calculate, it's only been more than two weeks, right? Finished writing a symphony in just over two weeks?

Si Nuan looked up at Ling Han with an expectant expression.

In just two weeks, the boy has lost a lot, and the pure white cotton shirt is worn on him, which looks more and more wide. The redness in his eyes had not completely faded, and his expression was still haggard.

Although this symphony is not very long, and although the orchestration part has not yet been completed, Si Nuan still wants to say, big brother, are you really not a demon?

"Don't be stunned, hurry up and watch!" Completely unaware that he had scared others, Ling Han poked Snuan's arm and urged.

Suppressing the shock in her heart, Si Nuan took a serious look.

This symphony has a title, and the title is just one word: "The Sea".

Ling Han's handwriting is very neat, stroke by stroke, and it can be seen that he is very serious when he writes, as if he has some kind of respect in his heart.

Si Nuan couldn't help but play a paragraph on the piano.

Sure enough, this symphony is different from Debussy's "The Sea" in that it does not describe the scenery and character of the sea, but the mother who is as deep and inclusive as the sea.

Sure enough, it was still dedicated to Ling's mother.

Si Nuan looked at Ling Han, who no longer had the original decadent aura on his body, but smiled and said to her, "This is written for my mother." ”

The tone is calm and frank. I will never have red eyes because of the mention of the word mother.

Si Nuan nodded, did not speak, but played the entire symphony on the piano.

The piece is not long, it is divided into three movements, and it takes about 20 minutes to play it once.

Si Nuan put her hands on the keys, and her slender and slender fingers jumped dexterously on the keys, dancing a string of soothing and gentle melodies.

First movement: The sea is deep, a little deeper.

The blue sea, calm and waveless, deep and boundless.

Suddenly, a wave hit and startled the fish that had been playing comfortably on the surface of the sea, and went straight into the deeper sea.

Oh Mother!

The storm in the sky came, and the bird hid in its nest;

The storm in my heart is coming, and I only hide in your arms.

A tear fell, and Si Nuan remembered her mother, who also used her weak body to hold up a harbor for her.

Bang!

The storm came, lightning and thunder, and the torrential rain tore open the sky, and I couldn't wait to rush down. The wind swept the torrential rain like a merciless whip, whipping the sea hard.

Don't hit, don't hit!

Swimming fish want to get out of the sea and fight the storm!

But what could he do? He is just a small fish, and he can't resist the strong wind or the rain.

I don't know how long it took for the storm to stop.

Second movement: The sea is dry.

The swimming fish feel so cold. But he never felt cold in the sea, so what was going on?

The fish looked around, but to their astonishment, the sea was gone!

What about the sea? What about my sea?

The sea has dried up.

No, I don't believe it!

How could the sea, which is so vast and magnificent, dry up?

But they say that fate is so unpredictable.

Si Nuan secretly exclaimed, the feelings of this piece are too sincere and warm, as if it has magic, which makes people immersed in the artistic conception of music and cannot extricate themselves.

The playing continues.

Third movement: The sea, immortal.

Swimming fish wander lonely between heaven and earth. Raising his eyes and looking around, his heart was at a loss.

The heavens and the earth are so big, where should he go?

There seemed to be something blocking his eyes in front of him, and the swimming fish blew hard.

Ah, it turned out to be a fog.

The fog lifted, but the sea was still there.

As deep as ever, as gentle as ever. As boundless as ever.

Mother, she never left.

Si Nuan stopped playing, but couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Death and life are impermanent, only love is immortal.

That's great!

Just playing on the piano has such a great charm, and if you play it with a symphony orchestra, what a shock!

A hand shook in front of his eyes.

"How?" Ling Han asked with a smile, his eyes full of anticipation.

"I'll give you a device, let me give you a device!"

Si Nuan was excited for a while, and she didn't notice someone's mood asking for praise at all, she just grabbed Ling Han's hand and shook it uncontrollably.

Orchestration, as the name suggests, is the instrumentation of individual vocal parts, which is crucial in symphonic composition.

"Okay, okay? Let me give you the equipment. ”

"Okay, let's do it together." Ling Han was shaken so much that he had no choice but to agree.

"Great, we're going to go to the conservatory together!" Snuan blurted out.

Hey? Let Ling Han go to the conservatory of music?

Seems to be very good! Why didn't you think of it before?

"Entrance to the conservatory?"

Ling Han was a little surprised.

Teacher Qu also suggested that he go to the conservatory of music before, but he never thought about it before, and only regarded composition as a hobby.

So, do you want to make a hobby your future career?

"You think about it, don't rush to make a decision." Si Nuan said, "By the way, who did you learn to compose?" ”

"Want to know? Follow me. Ling Han stood up and walked towards the study.

Pushing open the door, the first thing Si Nuan saw was a white bookshelf, on which there were many books densely packed - sheet music, biographies of celebrities, classic books on various history and literature.

On top of that, the books look old, and most of them are in English.

"What are these?"

Ling Han shrugged: "Didn't you ask me why I could compose?" These books belong to my master. ”

"Master?"

Ling Han slowly told the story of his master.

It turned out that when he was five years old, a strange man moved near his home. The strange man, who doesn't like to talk, is sometimes crazy, sometimes sober, and everyone usually hides from him. Once he was mischievous and stumbled into the strange man's house. The latter was playing the piano at the time, and he was so fascinated by it that he forgot to run away.

"Then he grabbed me and taught me to play the piano, music theory, music history, everything...... Sober, of course. ”

"But he died of stomach cancer when I was a freshman in junior high school. The Steinway piano and the books on this shelf were all left to me by him. ”

"But he's strict, I'm not good enough, and he still slaps my palm!"

Ling Han stretched out his hand in front of Si Nuan, and there seemed to be traces of beating on his white palm.

Look at this aggrieved little look!

Si Nuan couldn't help but touch his palm.

Hey? The atmosphere doesn't seem right?