Through Lu Hui's big mouth publicity, several classmates heard that there was a suitor of He Mengqing, and they couldn't get along with the big star Ning Meng, so they also followed Lu Hui to chat and watch the excitement.

Lu Hui obviously had bad intentions: "Mr. Lou is said to be able to play the piano and has a first-class level, how about letting him give us temporary guidance?" ”

The piano is an instrument that is easy to learn, but it is difficult to learn well, and basically there is no one who can play the piano in music.

Everyone heard from Lu Hui's words that it was unfriendly, and He Mengqing also felt that they were getting more and more troublesome.

Originally, she just wanted to use Ding Sichao to stimulate Lou Lanfeng's jealousy, if he tossed so much that he couldn't get off the stage, this person would be moody, and it would be counterproductive.

He Mengqing spoke to stop it, but Lu Hui was neither yin nor yang: "Mr. Lou himself looks full of confidence, what are you worried about, sit down and appreciate it honestly." ”

Lou Lanfeng pointed out the door: "How do I see people running around?" ”

Ding Sichao didn't care: "Don't look around, the piano is not outside, it's on the stage." ”

The others applauded.

Lou Lanfeng has indeed studied the piano for a long time, and the last time he played the piano was two years ago when he played it to Jiang He at home, and Lou Lanfeng had forgotten what song he played at that time.

Xiamen is known as the music island, and the overall music literacy is relatively high. Especially in Gulangyu, because of the early Westernization, the conditions of the island's residents are relatively good, and there have been several nationally renowned pianists.

When Loulan Feng's family was in Xinjiang, his mother forced him to learn piano in order to show this regional identity. Another reason is that Jiang He has practiced violin since he was a child, and his talent is good, and the comparison between his mothers is also very terrifying.

Later, when she returned to Xiamen, her mother was shocked to find that Lou Lanfeng's original enlightenment teacher played copycat techniques, so she made up for the lesson. In the past few years, he has really suffered a lot of beatings.

Lou Lanfeng once complained, so much love to compare with others, in Xinjiang should learn from Dongbula, there must be few people in Xiamen.

And learning the piano has a fart use, can you beg for food and sell your art to carry it up the street?

Time has passed, and now my mother lives alone in Xiamen, and she no longer has to be as persistent as she was back then.

Looking at the piano in the middle of the stage, Lou Lanfeng was distracted, and he couldn't hear the conversation between He Mengqing and Lu Hui for a long time.

He Mengqing thought he was angry, so she patted him, and Lou Lanfeng came back to her senses suddenly: "Oh, I'm a little distracted, I haven't played the piano for two years, I've been very busy, and I'm afraid my fingers have stiffened after two years of rough work." ”

He Mengqing put her hand on his back: "Don't listen to their coaxing, these people just want to see you laugh, it's not a good thing." ”

Lou Lanfeng hadn't completely pulled back from his memories, and smiled: "The piano of your conservatory of music should be good, and it is a rare opportunity to play a few times on your stage." ”

As he spoke, he went on stage.

After two years of life and death, he has long learned to ignore the eyes of others, and he walked on the stage not because he was provoked by others and couldn't stand it, in fact, Lu Hui reminded him that he suddenly had a strong urge to play.

I haven't played for two years, my fingers are indeed a little rusty, Lou Lanfeng casually played a few melodies on the piano, and everyone could hear that he was a little astringent.

Lu Hui shook her head exaggeratedly: "What does he think, he actually dares to go up." ”

Looking at the black and white piano keys, Lou Lanfeng began to wander again, and the past of his childhood and youth was like an old movie, slowly flowing through his mind, and he even felt that his eyes were a little moist.

For the first time in more than two years, he felt fully awake.

He unconsciously moved his fingers, allowing his palm muscles to fully relax.

The skill of the piano is very related to the speed of the hand, since Lou Lanfeng practiced martial arts, the pursuit of speed has no limit, so his ability to control the muscles of his whole body is incomparable a few years ago.

He played a random passage, and the speed that he had previously found incompetent for now seemed to be relaxed, and he even felt that the song could no longer keep up with his impulses.

Then play Rachmaninoff, there are many difficult tunes in the world, but this one was once recognized as the most difficult in the world.

Lou Lanfeng likes this song, because it is not only difficult but also very good, unlike many songs that have lost their beauty in pursuit of difficulty.

Fast chords, as well as ornamentation, were his teenage nightmares, and he almost never played them in their entirety.

However, he once studied this piece very seriously, whether it was the early recognition and correction of mistakes, and the maintenance of speed and rhythm during performance, he spent a lot of time researching, so that he can still vaguely remember the score.

He never thought about emotional processing and exploring his playing style, because he never reached that level.

He was still playing unconsciously, not melodious at all, and many of the tunes in his memory were mixed with the flow of his fingertips.

He Mengqing glared at Lu Hui fiercely: "Why do you provoke him so much, is it so fun?" ”

Lu Hui disagreed: "He is an adult, and he doesn't know how many catties and taels he has when he walks up?" ”

Ding Sichao also helped, and there was something in his words: "Life is a real stage, and many people will show their stuffing when they go up." ”

Lou Lanfeng searched for memories of ten years ago in his brain, the simple-minded boy who sat at the piano in a white shirt was really himself?

The score grew clearer and clearer in my mind, and every note seemed to shine.

Maybe no matter what the world becomes, you shouldn't give up what you once had.

Without any pause, Loulanfeng directly began to play Rachmaninoff's.

Extremely bright and varied tones flowed from his fingertips, from awareness to the keys, without any thought or control.

It may seem neurotic to play meaninglessly reflexes, but the piece is impeccably interpreted, and Lou Lanfeng feels that she and the piano are almost one.

His ears could hear the rise and fall of every mallet, the afterglow of every string.

His power is not transmitted to the keys through his fingertips, but is hammered directly into the strings.

He swayed everything in his heart to his heart's content, the score no longer existed, and the melody flowed directly from his heart.

Lu Hui was dumbfounded: "This person didn't tell a word of truth. ”

He Mengqing's eyes glowed with a strange brilliance: "The best performance I've ever heard!" ”

Gradually, he detached himself from the original concerto, and the pieces he had played since childhood seemed to flow into a river, cathartic between his fingers.

Lou Lanfeng closed his eyes, a flash of light flashed in his mind, he suddenly comprehended the supreme realm of martial arts, swords, guns, swords and fists roared and merged in his heart, and the flying dragon spear seemed to have really turned into a golden dragon, roaring around his body!

I don't know how long it took, but when Lou Lanfeng felt that the music in his heart had been vented, he took a long breath and stood up with a smile. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie