Epigenetic

The final round of the Golden Rhythm Award Piano Group is a self-chosen concerto.A concerto, as the name suggests, centers on a main instrument and is played by other bands in coordination with it.The main instrument can be a violin, a piano or a flute, etc.The organizer specially invited a very good band to cooperate, and the scene was warm and grand.But it is not so easy for players without band experience.

I wish MSI had a rehearsal with them once or twice in advance, but the effect was so-so.It is not enough for him to play well alone, he has to cooperate with the group, no matter how good he is, the lack of experience over the years cannot be immediately made up for by talent.

Fortunately, the conductor was very good. He seemed to know that Zhu Weixing had no stage experience, so he gave him a look from time to time and told him when the band entered the stage, which gave Zhu Weixing a lot of confidence.

Although I wish MSI to study hard, but in the official competition, a young chicken like him somewhat lacks an advantage.

Just like Bao Fan, from the moment No.1 came on stage, he began to sing bad words: "Ah, what should I do, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done."

Zhu MSI took a lukewarm look at it.

Bao Fan seemed to see through his sarcasm, and said seriously: "This time it's true, I won't join the group at all, I got into a car accident during rehearsal."

As a result, singing too many funeral songs really made him meet ghosts.After taking the stage, Bao Fan played a piece of Chopin's "First Piano Concerto". The band's share of this piece is already small enough. During the performance, the piano and them still cooperated well. He was glared several times by the chief.After Bao Fan came down, he lamented bitterly that he would quit the world of classical music.

In addition to him, the other two dark horses also made more or less obvious mistakes.

Those like Zhang Mingming and Cao Fu, who are used to big scenes, may not wish MSI amazing when they are playing alone, but with the support of the band, the overall effect is very pleasing to the eye.Zhang Mingming, in particular, played Rachmaninoff's "Second Association" with a small body, with undiminished momentum. As soon as the first movement was finished, there was applause from the audience, which showed the huge gap between the players.

There are a total of eight contestants, and I wish MSI's signing luck was better than before, ranking second from the bottom.It's just that, compared to other people's difficulty in selecting songs, he chose a relatively unpopular and simple concerto against the hell level arranged in the technique etude

- Mendelssohn's Second Piano Concerto.

When evaluating the contestants, some local competition media wrote this when talking about the selection of the dark horse contestant’s abnormal performance in the semi-finals, which caused the judges to polarize their opinions in the final: “The song itself is very good, but it’s hard to find it. If there is one shortcoming, it is probably a little less champion appearance."

Indeed, compared with the world-famous concertos by Tchaikovsky, Rach, and Beethoven, this piece is probably not as good as others in terms of current situation, ups and downs, techniques, so if you want to ask why Zhu Weixing chose it, he probably There can only be one answer.

He just wanted to play.

After listening to the excellent performances of the previous few, and stepping on the stage under the host's announcement, Zhu Weixing looked more energetic than any other show. The light above his head matched the light blue iris on his chest, which set off the image of people. The code is elegant and shining.

Bowed to everyone calmly, Zhu Weixing swept past someone in the first two rows, turned around and sat in front of the piano.

Nodding to the conductor, listening to the melodious music of the band, Zhu Weixing's fingers played leisurely.

Such a short distance, surrounded by so many instruments, he still has a sense of unreality.Zhu Weixing remembers that a long time ago, when I was a child, I would go to the concert hall with my brothers and sisters to listen to various scenes.Sitting in the auditorium, he looked up at the performers on the stage, always envious and yearning, and he thought that in the future, he would also become a member of it.

He thought it was not difficult, and thought it would not be long, but who knows that this class took two lifetimes.

Whether it was the five-year recovery period after the operation at the age of 12, or the decision to give up music after the death of his brother, he still felt sorry for it after all, and secretly picked it up again.Every time I have some silly dreams, thinking that I still have a day to be on stage, the one I play the most behind my back is probably this "Menxie II".

Compared with other high-end concertos, perhaps it is because of simplicity, and because there is no band to match, you can practice over and over again in front of the speakers to produce some plausible live effects. When you turn around, it seems that the audience is applauding him, as if the band is real. behind him.And because the tune is soothing and melodious, not so heavy and sad, and can bring a lot of illusory encouragement and comfort to Lou Mingyue's troubled life, that's why he prefers it so much and is so reluctant to part with it.

In just 10 minutes, there are no difficult skills or complicated emotions. The three movements are coherent, gentle, delicate and bright, but they cover the long time of Lou Mingyue's most sincere desire in the past 20 years.

A famous philosopher once said that music is great because it is an art that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

Although Zhu Weixing wanted to express simply and play purely on stage, he poured all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys that he has kept introverted for so many years into this song. out.

Xuan Lang saw that several girls in the front row lowered their heads and wiped away their tears several times, and they seemed to wonder why they felt so sad and wanted to cry when they heard such a fresh and smooth tune.

Someone asked his companion: "Shouldn't Mendelssohn's compositions be carefree? Isn't this performance too complex and profound?"

The companion listened to another passage, then suddenly shook her head, and she asked back: "I always thought that although Mendelssohn was born rich and noble, he was very strict with himself, and it was rumored that because of his sister's death, he died young, depressed and ill. Noble young master, is he really carefree?"

The most important thing is that different performances by different people will endow the piece with different emotional tones, and the progressive changes in the details are precisely the most precious emotional expression.You may even forget to pay attention to what fingerings and techniques he used, where it is amazing, you are just immersed in his music, his life, and the journey he takes you to appreciate in this performance.

This is a game, not like a game, it's more like playing.This is Mendelssohn's "Second Piano Concerto", but it's not his. It's more like the "Second Association" that belongs to Zhu Weixing, the No. 7 player. It is his retrospect and his hope.

Xuan Lang was silent, and looked at the person on the stage again, his silhouette and the melody merged into one, as if almost melted into the light.

The three movements of Mendelssohn's "Second Association" are different from other concertos. There is no pause in the middle, so the audience's emotions are carried coherently from the beginning to the end. , the arena is still silent.

It didn't take until a few seconds before the applause sounded like rolling waves, from light to heavy, from faint to all directions, and then the audience stood up for a long time.

Zhu Weixing also waited for a few seconds before slowly standing up. For the first time, he showed a satisfied smile on the stage, and bowed deeply to the audience, the band, and all those who accompanied him to witness his past.

Backstage, reporters who had sensed the signs had already heard about it and surrounded contestant No. 7, asking him to talk about his acceptance speech, his mental journey during the performance, and even his expectations for the awards.

Zhu Weixing just shook his head indifferently, and then the reporters were stopped outside the rest area by the staff invited by Xuan Lang.

He didn't see Jiang Yi in the auditorium after he stepped off the stage, Zhu Weixing searched around the backstage again, and finally found a person leaning against a cigarette in the stairwell.

Zhu Weixing asked: "Is it boring?" He knew that the other party was not interested in these things.

Jiang Yi put out the cigarette in the trash can, and said with a half-smile: "What's so polite about this, I really didn't think about how many prizes I want?"

Zhu Weixing said: "It doesn't matter, just don't be the last."

Jiang Yi sneered: "No other thoughts?"

Zhu Weixing turned around and leaned against the wall with him, thought for a while, and said: "At least at this moment, let me become the person I am now. No matter what the purpose is, I sincerely thank him."

Jiang Yi remained silent, thinking about something.

Because of the great interest, Zhu Weixing had a rare playfulness, and lightly poked the people around him.

Jiang Yi squinted: "What are you doing?"

Zhu Weixing said: "The judges will review for several hours, we don't have to wait stupidly, let's go for a walk."

Jiang Yi was upset: "I didn't say I would wait here with you, I want to go back to sleep."

Zhu Weixing pursed her mouth: "Then I'll take you back and take a look along the way. I'll come back when you fall asleep."

Jiang Yi stared at him for a few seconds and cursed, "Stupid."

He grabbed his hand, didn't do the elevator, and led him downstairs.

The piano group is the last competition of the Golden Rhythm Awards. Its end also heralds the end of the six-day long competition. It is the weekend of the long holiday, and there is a bright jubilation outside the venue, welcoming the closing and the awards.

Taking advantage of the crowd, Jiang Yi didn't let go of Zhu Weixing, and walked through the crowd with him clasped fingers.After all, the event is centered on the Golden Rhythm Awards, and there are mostly music-themed elements around it.In addition to the tall classical music, there is also a down-to-earth ethnic style. The provincial government of O will take advantage of this festival to promote the counties and cities directly under its jurisdiction, and promote local characteristic cultural tourism projects.

Zhu Weixing saw dragon swimming, lion dance and local opera on the road from time to time. He was very interested and couldn't help but stop and watch.

All of a sudden, a group of ghosts in yellow clothes and red faces danced and danced around a party. Some of them carried sticks and some held red silk. Qi, evil and imposing.

I don't know if it's too special or too shocking, Zhu Weixing watched it attentively, he didn't slow down even when the dancers approached.

It wasn't until a hand wrapped around his waist that he woke up.

Turning his head again, he met another ghost face, with blue face and fangs, which moved closer and forward, almost touching his face.

Zhu Weixing was startled, and just about to back away, she realized who was under the mask, and was helpless.

He took off the thing on the man's face and said speechlessly, "Why are you wearing this?"

Jiang Yi was angrier than him, and cursed: "You don't like it, but you can't take your eyes off it?"

Zhu Weixing said that if I look at it twice, it doesn't mean that I like it, but this thing...he stretched out his hand to play with the slightly rough wooden mask, and somehow it was familiar.

He asked Jiang Yi: "Where did you come from?"

Jiang Yi rolled his eyes and pouted to one side.Zhu Weixing followed and saw a row of hawkers squatting on the side of the road, selling masks, paper dragons and lions, attracting tourists from both sides, and the business was booming.

Seeing that there was no smile on his face, Jiang Yi pulled the thing and was about to throw it into the trash can, but was stopped by Zhu Weixing.

"Why, it's very interesting, take it back as a souvenir."

Jiang Yi glared at him: "Sometimes I'm afraid and sometimes I like it, it's hard to change."

Zhu Weixing ignored him to find fault, just carefully put the mask on his chest, pointed to the more lively colored lights in the distance and said: "Go there and have a look."

When Jiang Yi first led him forward, Zhu Weixing took two steps, but still couldn't help but turned back to look at the group of ghost dancers again.

Coincidentally, in order to promote local culture, there are floats behind each dance that passes along the street, and folk lyrics are hung on it to make it easier for the masses to understand.

Zhu Weixing saw two kinds of nouns written on the card.

Opera music is juban.

The dance group is a ghost show, also known as Nuo dance.