Since then, whenever Jiang Chen comes to the piano shop to practice, he will play music for the children in the piano shop, most of which are popular and beautiful piano music.

Of course, in front of everyone, Jiang Chen did not play his favorite canon, but Chopin's repertoire.

Chopin's music is always very delicate and delicate, although there are not many works, but with the original personality of the works, many music lovers in later generations are liked.

Chopin was able to compose at the age of 7 and was considered the second Mozart in Warsaw, and was also a famous piano prodigy.

For Jiang Chen, when he first learned the piano, Chopin also occupied a sacred position in his heart, and now he can play Chopin's famous pieces without reading the score.

Time is like a song, how can you not play a few tunes?

In the bustling streets, in the exquisitely decorated shops, there is a faint and melodious piano sound, and the pedestrians in a hurry do not pay attention, but occasionally a few passers-by stop.

Jiang Chen really likes the piano, and in music, he can temporarily forget the barren reality and expand his beautiful imagination.

In the piano shop, there is no TV, no firewood, rice, oil and salt, just constant repetition of the piano.

Children need to practice for a long time, and Jiang Chen naturally plays it heartily. When Jiang Chen practiced the piano, some children in the piano shop would often watch him play with a smile, and the children who learned the piano had a quiet temperament.

Although Jiang Chen didn't know him, he would also show a bright smile.

Jiang Chen has always been friendly to children.

When Jiang Chen finished playing, the children would walk away contentedly and continue their boring exercises, of course, most of the children could only play very simple tunes.

……

On a lazy afternoon, the sun is as bright as the mood of the person.

Another weekend, Jiang Chen finished playing the tune, came to the small corner of the bookstore, picked up the stave, wrote down the adapted version of Canon's tune one by one, and prepared to give it to Little Lori.

Little Lori likes Canon and has been urging him many times.

However, he didn't want this adapted version of Canon's score to show He Cai, so he kept delaying, and now he decided to write it to Little Lori.

At this time, Chi Haidong approached and saw Jiang Chen writing on the stave, and couldn't help but poke his head out to take a look, thinking that his youngest son was writing music again, and he was a little excited in his heart.

It's a pity that Jiang Chen finished writing, swept his eyes as an inspection, and then put it away, not giving Chi Haidong a chance to take a closer look, which really made her depressed.

So, Chi Haidong had no choice but to ask: "Chenchen, what are you writing?" ”

"Mom, it's Canon." Jiang Chen raised his head and couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw Chi Haidong's gaze.

"Canon?"

Chi Haidong was a little disappointed, thinking that it was an early Canon score, but he didn't know that it was an adapted version.

Jiang Chen nodded, put the stave into the small schoolbag, and couldn't help but imagine the smile on the face of the little Lori when she got the Canon score, and she was really happy in her heart.

It's really simple to please little Lori, you don't need a mansion, a luxury car and a diamond ring of a few carats.

At this time, after being disappointed, Chi Haidong suddenly looked at Jiang Chen with some expectation and said:

"Chenchen, can you write another tune?"

Jiang Chen was a little stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, he understood that since he wrote the birthday song, his mother began to expect him to write better songs, but he hadn't composed music for a long time.

Thinking of this, he is a little entangled, first of all, he can music, of course, he can also compose, through recent practice and experience, the level has improved rapidly, but compared with classic repertoire such as Canon's arrangement, it seems a little inferior.

However, in the face of my mother's gaze......

"Mom......" Jiang Chen thought for a moment and smiled, "I'll think about it in the afternoon." ”

Chi Haidong nodded, sighed lightly, and stepped aside, no longer disturbing Jiang Chen's creation.

Jiang Chen made a difficulty, sat in front of the piano, picked up paper and pen, and didn't know what song to write.

Of course, Jiang Chen is not enough to write some saliva songs.

It's not discrimination, it's not about making money, and there's certainly no need to pander to the masses.

If classical music is advanced mathematics and pop music is elementary school mathematics, then online songs are simply addition and subtraction.

Ordinary people can only hear what is good and what is not, and they will not judge the good and bad. Of course, pop music also has high-quality compositions, with rhythms and keys that classical music does not have, and there is no need to distinguish between the high and the low.

Jiang Chen thought about it, while his fingers casually played on the black and white keys, and when he was confused, he suddenly saw a few pots of flowers at the door, and unconsciously played a few melodic fragments of "flowerdance" in his hand.

Chi Haidong was stunned for a moment, feeling that the clip played by her youngest son just now was very good, and she was immediately fascinated, in her understanding, this may be the inspiration of her youngest son.

Looking at his youngest son's thinking eyes, Chi Haidong couldn't help but quietly picked up the camera and quietly recorded this scene.

Once upon a time, Jiang Chen listened to the piano piece "Flowerdance", but now he can only think of a few melodic fragments, according to his own impression, plus his understanding of the tune, this piano piece with a jazz-hipphop style should be gradually restored.

At first, it was just a nice melodic snippet, but then it gradually took shape.

Jiang Chen built the high-rise building according to the existing steel formwork.

However, in Chi Haidong's eyes, it is to build high-rise buildings on flat land, without any reference.

To the back, Chi Haidong was also a little surprised.

In just ten minutes, Jiang Chen sketched the outline of this piano piece, then played the piano for a while to recall, wrote down the melody on paper, and finally finished composing, carefully checked the mistakes in the song, and corrected the mistakes in the chords, and strived to compose the music to the point that he couldn't find fault with it.

After doing this, Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relaxed, he felt that his piano music was adapted from memory, but it was not much better than the original version.

"Okay?"

Chi Haidong reacted at this time, and walked over with the camera.

Jiang Chen looked up at the camera, a little speechless, but didn't say anything.

Chi Haidong didn't turn off the camera, and asked curiously: "Is this piece a pure piano piece?" What is it called? ”

Jiang Chen said: "Mom, it's a piano song, I think of it when I look at the flowers at the door, it's called "Flower Dance". ”

Flower dance?

In the lazy afternoon, flowers dance gently in the wind.

That's really the name of the piece.

Chi Haidong nodded, couldn't help but look at the score carefully, and his eyes gradually lit up.

It was perfect.

I didn't look at this piece carefully, and I really couldn't find a mistake for a while. If you look closely, there seems to be no mistake.

In a short period of time, such a delicate song was made, if it wasn't for Chi Haidong's own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such a song was written by a child.

Piano prodigy Mozart?

Of course, Chi Haidong felt that this was not just a flash of inspiration for his youngest son, but he should have already had some melodies in his heart, and he was forced by her to write it at this moment.

Really, you can't do it if you don't force it.

It seems that she will force her youngest son to write more tunes in the future, and it is obviously wrong to go with the flow.