Through chatting with people nearby, I learned that these young people are students from the Magic Conservatory of Music. It seems that they came here to perform in order to practice some typhoon and psychological quality. They have been performing here for a while.
That’s why everyone knows so clearly.
Ruan Guan watched their performance and said with admiration: "They performed really well, and they dared to perform in front of so many people. They are amazing."
Wang Mo echoed from the side: "It's okay. This kind of practice can be found in many art schools. For example, students in dance schools, if they feel nervous before going on stage, they will go to the square or park to dance in public. That is,
To get used to the feeling of being watched."
Ruan Guan suddenly realized: "So that's it."
This is when a middle-aged man standing next to the two heard Wang Mo's words and asked curiously: "Young man, listening to what you just said, their level is just okay?"
Wang Mo turned to him and explained: "In the eyes of amateurs, this is pretty good, but in the eyes of professionals, they are not very qualified at this age and level."
The performance just ended at this time. Although Wang Mo spoke in a low voice, he was still heard by several young people inside.
In the past few days, they have been performing here and have become accustomed to the applause given by everyone, which gives them the illusion that their level has improved a lot. Now that they hear someone questioning them, how can these young people hold it back?
One of the violin players said to Wang Mo: "This classmate looks about the same age as us. If you say our level is not good, then your level must be very high?"
The onlookers saw the conflict between the two young people and watched them with interest. There are always many people who like to watch the excitement.
Ruan Guan saw that everyone else was looking at Wang Mo. She worriedly moved closer to Wang Mo. Now they were very close, and they looked no different from many lovers.
Wang Mo ignored everyone's gazes, but looked at the person who asked the question and said: "This is just my family's opinion. If you can't accept it, just pretend that I didn't say it."
The man said reluctantly: "How can you pretend that you didn't say anything? The words have been spoken and everyone has heard it. Since you think our level is not worthy of the Dharma's eyes, your level must be very high. Let everyone
How about opening your eyes?"
In his opinion, even if the person in front of him knew music, he would not be able to perform better than those in professional schools like them, and he was not very old, so he said this deliberately, just to embarrass Wang Mo.
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Seeing his reluctance, Wang Mo could only take two steps forward, came to him and said, "Okay, but I want to give you a few words of advice. If you want to be a qualified artist, you must at least be able to
If you can listen to different opinions, you have to accept them even if they don't appeal to your ears. Once you can't accept different opinions, it means that you have blinded your own eyes and will make you unable to see many things clearly."
Wang Mo's words made him sneer. People of their age group are most annoyed by this kind of preaching, especially those who play music.
Wang Mo took his violin and tuned it. While he was tuning the violin, the man could tell that Wang Mo was not a novice, but he could not tell just by looking at the tuning. p>
After posing, Wang Mo thought about what tracks to play. The tracks that didn't appear must not be played. After all, the original author hadn't created it yet, so Wang Mo couldn't take it as his own. How was this different from a bandit? Suddenly Wang Mo thought of a piece of music that he wanted to play very much at this moment. Moreover, this music was just released last year. It was the most popular time at this time, so it was perfect to play it by himself.
A familiar tune played by Wang Mo when it started. When the music started, the person who just spoke looked at Wang Mo in surprise. As soon as the expert took action, he knew what level Wang Mo was.
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Although Wang Mo's violin in other worlds has not reached the level of a master, it is still much higher than that of undergraduates like them.
To the ears of several music students, Wang Mo's skills are better than many teachers in their school.
Wang Mola’s is "Secret Garden
"Song", this music had just been released at this time and was very popular all over the world, especially China's emotional radio stations, which always played this melancholy music at the beginning and end.
He pulled Wang Mo and closed his eyes. This is a piece of music that is a little sad, full of longing and expectations. However, some people can hear the sweetness of two people dancing together from the music. As for what it expresses in the end.
What, perhaps only the original author knows, the listener is three hundred listeners with three hundred Hamlets.
The scene was quiet at this time. Except for the whistle on the Huangpu River, there was no sound around them. The onlookers were all reminded of the most unbearable past events in their hearts by this sad music.
Who didn't feel a little regretful? At this moment, everyone seemed to have returned to the scene they regretted.
Ruan Guan looked at Wang Mo who was playing the piano with his eyes closed. She was not affected by the sad music. In her eyes, it seemed as if Wang Mo was the only one left in the world and she was the only audience.
After the song ended, it took a long time before there was warm applause. However, when people looked for Wang Mo again at this time, they found that he had left. When everyone was intoxicated, Wang Mo took Ruan Guan and left quietly.<
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After walking a little further, Ruan Guan said: "Wang Mo, you play the violin very well. If you had learned this in the first place, I guess you would have become an excellent performer in the future."
Wang Mo looked at the ships on the Huangpu River and said: "Music only cultivates people's sentiments. If you are too utilitarian, you will lose its original intention."
Looking at Wang Mo from the side who seemed to have a lot on his mind at this time, Ruan Guan asked softly: "Wang Mo, you must have many stories, I heard a lot from the music you just played."
Wang Mo looked at Ruan Wan in surprise. He knew that Ruan Wan was not a professional music practitioner, but she could hear something, which meant that she had already integrated it into her heart when she listened just now.
At this time, perhaps influenced by the environment or the music just now, Wang Mo suddenly said: "Let me tell you a story!"
Then Wang Mo talked about what happened between him and Zhou Jin and Zu Yan in the real world. Of course, Wang Mo did not tell Ruan Wan their names.
When Wang Mo finished speaking, he asked: "What do you think the three of them should do so as not to make the other person sad?"
After a while, Ruan Guan said: "I don't know either, but if I were any of them, as long as I loved this man enough, I would quit to help them, because I know that love is not possession.
It’s about fulfilling it. Rather than making three people suffer, it’s better to let one person suffer.”