"I'm sorry, sister Jin, I didn't mean to rob you..."
After the door of the small concert hall was closed again, Yuan Yuyue, whose tears began to flow out uncontrollably, bent down and apologized to Weng Huaijing. She stopped abruptly in the middle of her sentence under the hint of Zhang Yameng's crazy eyes, but then
She still squeezed out another sentence that gave Mei Ci a headache: "But I did name it Lina because I was hostile to you in the past."
"First let's see if the damage to the piano is serious. Yuan Yuan, please stop crying..."
In the text message, Zhang Yameng said that the storm was about to come, but it was coming with such force, but she didn't expect that her love rival would look like a doormat. After a long time, Weng Huaijing finally managed to hold back a sentence, but Yuan Yuyue held on to her bow and didn't care.
Ignoring the piano that fell to the ground, Yan Qing, who was also in the center of the whirlpool, had no choice but to bend down and pick up the unnoticed lina. Holding the piano behind him, he finally had the opportunity to take a good look at this instrument with the same name as his sweetheart. At this time, Weng Huaijing
He also followed Zhang Yameng to the podium.
Just as Yan Qing had speculated before, the label hidden in the bottom plate confirmed that this piano was made by Lorenzo Bellafontan, a famous violin maker in Genoa, Italy at the beginning of the last century. It was a replica
A dolphin violin handmade by Larivalli in 1714 has a market value of between 400,000 and 500,000 Chinese dollars.
"Maybe I can't even play "Aria on the G String"..."
Because the bridge hit the ground first, the first three strings were broken, leaving only one thick silver string. Poor Lina saw no other damage, but Yan Qing lightly twisted the g string with her fingers, and the violin sounded like
The deep bass was far from normal. He smiled bitterly and said: "The bridge is slightly deformed. It will be more troublesome to repair this kind of piano."
"dolphin~ Well, Si's is indeed more suitable for female musicians. She treats her music like a bouquet of roses and presents it to the audience in the most elegant way, and then gets perfect feedback..."
Glancing at Lina, Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing looked at each other, obviously trusting her lover's judgment. She took a step ahead of Mei Ciyi who was still sighing and asked Yuan Yuyue: "You didn't bring a spare piano? Yuan Yuan, Gua's Qin"
Are you comfortable with it?"
Sturtmann's and Guarantee violins are both main-line violin styles originated in Italy. The former has bright and subtle sound, mellow and pure tone. It is generally the first choice for classical solo musicians to play works by Bach, Beethoven, Mozart and others, while the latter has the advantages of
Because the bass is extremely deep and the treble is rough and unrestrained, it is often more suitable for playing romantic, modern music and music such as Paganini. Yan Qing knew as soon as he heard it that the soft-hearted Weng Huaijing planned to give her to his replica
The Paganini cannon was lent to Yuan Yuyue for temporary use, hence the question.
"I haven't tried the particularly orthodox Gua's instrument because my teacher, Professor Liu Yuxi, has always said that I lack the aggressiveness to control Gua's instrument..."
Yuan Yuyue, who did not dare to think too much due to guilt, answered sincerely. After talking about the violin, her shyness also subsided a lot: "Gua Shi needs the player to wield it as a weapon to stimulate empathy."
To infect the audience and completely detonate the heat and aggression contained in it, it will have a perfect texture."
Zhang Yameng was confused by this conversation, but Mei Ciyi and Yan Qing understood it smoothly. They were using analogies to describe the differences in technique between the two pianos.
The Sturt's violin requires high control over bowing skills and is suitable for ostentatious performers, while the Guar's violin requires more use of strength and the player's sincere sensibility to stimulate the deepest resonance of the strings.
Only then can its charm be brought into full play.
"Xiaoyue's emotional expressiveness is not her strong point. Si Shi is indeed more suitable for her. Let me think of a solution."
Based on the observations during the rehearsals these days, Mei Ciyi also feels that Yuan Yuyue, who has mastered basic skills since childhood and has particularly superb bow control skills, is more suitable for Shishiqin, which uses its strengths and avoids weaknesses. It is rare that two untouchable pricks can actually chat well.
Feeling happy and happy to see the success, he felt relieved and began to think about asking an acquaintance to borrow the piano.
"That's not the case. Some of the songs you played on Whisper, like "can't take my eyes off you" and "White Rose" are very contagious..."
Staring at Yuan Yuyue with clear eyes, Weng Huaijing put forward a competing point of view in a calm tone: "I think Yuan Yuan can give it a try."
"Ah? But..."
Unexpectedly, Weng Huaijing would listen to her own reprinted works. Yuan Yuyue was obviously dumbfounded. She was embarrassed and chose to think about it and said: "But the general Guar's piano has flaws in its tone, and the top quality one is even harder to find."
"
Zhang Yameng understood this conversation very quickly and tried her best to keep her bright smile on her face. She turned around and winked at Yan Qing: "Sister Jing is a jealous person."
Yan Qing, who already understood Weng Huaijing's plan, stared at Zhang Yameng: "Lao Zhang, don't cause trouble."
"I happened to know that there was such a piano, but I also heard it from someone. It is said that one night in the 19th century, the German poet Heinrich Heine had the honor to hear the famous Italian violinist Niccolò Pagani in Hamburg.
Ni’s performance…”
Qiu Shui glanced at Yan Qing. Weng Huaijing, who was not good at expressing emotions to others, continued to chat with Yuan Yuyue on the subject of the violin: "Perhaps the listening experience was so stunning and profound that it actually made him change his writing style as a poet.
He wrote the short story "Florence Nights"."
"In this dreamy melody, there is an indescribable sacred passion. Sometimes it trembles mysteriously like soft waves, making people almost unable to hear a sound; sometimes it trembles mysteriously like a trumpet in the forest day and night, so sweet.
It was thrilling, but in the end it turned into wild cheers, just like thousands of bards strumming the strings at the same time, singing an immortal song of victory..."
Finding that the topic hit his knowledge reserve, Yan Qing took over Weng Huaijing's words as naturally as he did on the show. The Heine novel mentioned by his sweetheart was the one that inspired him to become interested in the Paganini cannon.
Original source: "Heine used the poet's unique romantic sentiment to vividly restore the miraculous and superb skills of the performer, and also praised the wonderful sound of the cannon in Paganini's hand at that time."
"Hmm~ To listen to such a beautiful piano sound, you can never listen to it with your ears. It is more suitable to feel it with your soul in a quiet night when you are close to your lover's heart..."
Very satisfied with her lover's tacit understanding, Weng Huai's peach blossom eyes slightly bloomed with moon buds, and her tone gradually became more ups and downs: "Yuan Yuan, do you want to try playing the Butterfly Lovers with a cannon-like piano?"
"Ah, I thought Sister Jing was here to punish me. I called her Lina. Aren't you angry? And..."
A female professor surnamed Weng worked hard to seduce her for a long time. It was not until this moment that Yuan Yuyue realized that Weng Huaijing was showing kindness to her. However, little did she know that Miss Yuan San had already learned about the existence of the piano through snooping and whispering: "I'm afraid I can't control it clearly."
Brother...oh no, your piano."
"dolphin, lina means petite, lively singer in old English and Italian. It's fitting that it's called ocean diva..."
Pretending not to hear the flaw in Yuan Yuyue's words, Weng Huaijing held back her shame, turned around and raised her chin to signal Yan Qing to go back to the harp to get it. With a twinkling in her eyes, she said righteously: "Why are you angry? As for the problem that Yuan can't control, Yuan
Madoka, have you heard of Stannie?"
"Is there going to be any problem?"
Asking Yan Qing in a low voice, who had quickly returned from taking the piano case, Mr. Mei Ciyi dropped his glasses on the floor. He never expected that Professor Weng, who had always been aloof and cold, would look like this in private.
"Of course not, I originally planned to teach her this way..."
He didn't say anything, just smiled and shook his head. Yan Qing carefully opened the piano case and handed over the violin and bow twice. Needless to say, after Weng Huai rested his head on the piano and raised the bow, he walked directly to the room where he had not yet had time to pack up the instruments.
Cello seating area.
Compared with the elegant Slovakia piano, the shape of the cannon mounted on Weng Huaijing's one-character beauty bone is as impactful as its name suggests. The headstock is larger and more majestic, and the upper and middle parts of the piano body are also much wider. Its piano board
The curvature is not large, and the thickness difference between the middle and the surrounding sides is very small.
"So handsome, I feel like the Eastern leader is back!"
Yuan Yuyue didn't even notice Yan Qing's movements. Her eyes were completely attracted by Weng Huaijing and the piano on her shoulder. Zhang Yameng said to the side: "Yes~yes!"
"I heard from Lao Zhang that you had some emotional problems during the first solo and repartee. I'm definitely not as good at it as you, but it should be able to provide some ideas. Zhu Yingtai's psychological activities during his studies in the academy can generally be substituted..."
Standing as straight as a kapok tree, the cold-faced beauty Weng Huaijing paired with the Paganini cannon that is usually only used by male musicians, the whole person glows with a heroic and charming charm: "You get along with the person you like day and night, and the affection
The feeling gradually develops, he dangles before your eyes every day, and every move affects your heart."
His tone returned to his usual calm and cold tone. After saying this, Weng Huaijing directly played the solo section of the first movement of Butterfly Lovers that had troubled Yuan Yuyue for a long time.
It is completely different from the melodies played by Miss Yuan San on the Schreiner piano, which always have a hint of sorrow and sorrow. She repeatedly touches the bow and strings like a Valkyrie, and the brilliance of Weng Huaijing, who controls the cannon, is full of richness.
With such joy, it was easy to unfold the warm picture of Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo studying together under the cold window, playing in the garden, walking and chatting in the dusk, and loving each other by the stream.
When the solo that had been accomplished overnight came to an end, the sound of Yan Qing's cello slowly joined in. Weng Huaijing, who was holding the piano, naturally turned around. They looked at each other affectionately, and two strings of music, one high and one low, came out, and the exchanges were fluent, and the lovers
For a while, the two were in love, and they were enjoying themselves harmoniously. Time passed by like water without realizing it, and the freehand scenery of three years passing by in a hurry was extremely sultry.
"bravo!"
She retracted the bow and raised it high in response to the three cheers. Weng Huaijing took a long breath. With her cheeks slightly red, she handed the cannon string to Yuan Yuyue and continued in an understatement:
"That's about it, you can try it."
"It's a little heavy, but it's okay..."
Holding up the Paganini cannon, Yuan Yuyue pressed her chin rest against the chin rest that still seemed to have some rosemary and body heat. She glanced at Weng Huaijing, who was as cold as usual, and then tentatively looked at the face mask that was still leaning on the cello.
Smiling Yan Qing, with a sudden heart, she put her bow to the bridge and started to repeat the solo and the repartee.
"Keep your bow steady, follow your feelings, and relax."
The cold female voice reminded her in her ears. At first, Yuan Yuyue glanced at Yan Qing's movements a little furtively. In her nervousness, she even handed over all the bow movements, changing bows, skipping, and transposition techniques to her muscle memory, making mistakes one after another.
She played several notes, and just suffered like this until the solo part came to an end. Maybe it was the calming magic in the eyes of the man playing the cello opposite her, which gradually allowed her to find the right rhythm and balance after falling into each other's gaze, and miraculously used the cannon to force her.
The powerful sense of penetration forcibly brought back the sweetness between Butterfly Lovers and me before the end of the conversation.
"Come again..."
Ignoring Mei Ciyi's shocked and surprised gaze, Professor Weng acted calmly and calmly, and her heart seemed to be untroubled. She even closed her eyes and said, "Continue!"
After clarifying her thoughts and making subtle adjustments, in the third round, Yuan Yuyue's performance overshadowed Weng Huaijing's previous demonstration and teaching. She subconsciously raised the bow and for some unknown reason, she suddenly muttered:
"It turns out that it's really because I haven't been in love that I can't win Liang Zhu."
"Just think about that person in front of you. You don't have to look at it all the time. Don't go too far than you can do..."
Secretly poked by the conversation between her temporary apprentice and love rival, Weng Huaijing's eyes suddenly turned red, she put away her intention to applaud, and after replying with a neither soft nor hard word, she turned around and said goodbye to Mei Ciyi without looking at Yan Qing:
"The problem is solved, Mr. Mei, I will go back first."
"OK."
Mei Ciyi thought Weng Huaijing was angry at first, and quickly signaled Yan Qing to chase him out with her eyes. After they both disappeared outside the door, she said hello to Yuan Yuyue and Zhang Yameng, who planned to stay for a while, and left.
However, he staggered out of the small concert hall with a serious problem on his mind.
"No, why are we going to the building here? The secret garden is obviously in the dance building?"
Walking quietly to the stairwell, Mei Ciyi suddenly heard a voice that sounded like Yan Qing coming from upstairs.
"Oh, I gave everyone's salad to Xiaomei, Peipei, Yuan'er and the others."
It was just the delicate and charming tone that made the eavesdropper Mei Ciyi not sure whether the female voice was Weng Huaijing.
"Don't listen to Lao Zhang's slander. You have been wronged so much that I really don't dare to move."
Although the male voice sounds exaggerated and the accent has a bit of a southwestern dialect, Mei Ciyi is more certain from the content that this must be Yan Qing's defense.
"It won't help even if you play up and down, it will make me make a fool of myself in front of Yuan Yuan~ They have finished whispering, well, you can see for yourself~"
The first half of the female voice is in the authentic Chongqing dialect, and the second half is converted into Mandarin and the final sound is still gentle and rising.
"Squint your eyes, one will infect both of you. Even if you don't eat, they will make me hungry."
Although Mei Ciyi didn't quite understand what Yan Qing was saying, she could feel that his complaints were full of resentment.
"Don't be shy~ Go up first, I've left mashed potatoes and rice for you in the teaching and research office."
I originally thought that it was Yan Qing who chased Weng to make him fall in love, but after eavesdropping for a long time, the result turned out to be the other way around. Based on this alone, Mei Ciyi did not dare to identify the female voice as Professor Weng.
"Help, Professor Weng is going to poison and kill someone."
But the last conversation that Mei Ciyi heard confirmed the identity of the female voice, and Weng Huaijing's crisp and charming voice followed her light footsteps farther and farther away: "Yan Yisa, you are a nuisance~"
“Young people really know how to play!”
With a sigh of surprise, Mei Ciyi, who had tasted the benefits of tax evasion for the first time, left the Diwu Comprehensive Education Building with her hands behind her hands and a face filled with joy.
"Sister Qing's idea was really unreliable. Your aura was too weak at the beginning, and you almost overturned. But luckily you managed to get it right, and I didn't expect that the ending was quite exciting..."
Zhang Yameng, who was staying in the small concert hall and plotting a drama of forced labor, said to Yuan Yuyue with lingering fear: "Actually, Sister Jing was framed by us, and we didn't even have time to discuss it with you. I plan to discuss it in detail later.
plan."
"I can't be your accomplice. This matter is non-negotiable."
Yuan Yuyue couldn't put it down and rubbed the body of the Paganini Cannon. Yuan Yuyue's attitude at first was a firm refusal.
"I understand your determination to protect Weng Huaijing, but it would be too cruel for Xiaoyue to be deprived of the opportunity to reveal her true feelings to the person she loves for the first time."
Letting go was what Huo Hailun said last night. It was obvious that Zhang Yameng was well prepared for this round. She held Yuan Yuyue's face and said seriously: "The most regretful thing in life is that from the beginning to the end
I never said those three words to Yuan'er, so I don't want you to do the same in the future."
"I'm not sorry at all. Brother Qing knows it." Even so, Yuan Yuyue's eyes were still red.
"As you saw today, Sister Jing is a very special and awkward girl. She really needs someone to put pressure on her to do anything like that, so even if you confess your love, it won't really bother her..."
Move first with emotion, then with reason. At this time, Yuan Yuyue hesitated again and again and finally shook her head to refuse. Zhang Yameng then used another trick to lure her for "profit": "Brother Qing has a song specially for Caochangdi Rock."
The song he wrote for the music festival is called "My Love Is Missing". Well, it's the girl group with your overlapping lyrics. We're going to have a meeting tonight and Sister Qing is going to propose that he write a string solo!"
"Ah?" Yuan Yuyue's eyes lit up when she heard the word "special".
"Maybe you don't have a very intuitive impression of Sister Jing's tsundere and awkwardness. It just so happens that I have something freshly baked on my hands..."
With the ability to observe words and emotions to the max, Zhang Yameng took out a big weapon at the right time. The submission that Weng Huaijing made an excuse to send was put in front of Yuan Yuyue as evidence: "Warm reminder, lil_ai is our Brother Qing."
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Reading time for Ms. Yuan San with shining eyes
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"know that even when we miss the sunset, we can still look forward to the stars. A certain Professor Weng who does not want to be named is so arrogant, hahaha, Yaya, can you tell me in detail how to play "Miss Your Lover"
Something happened..."
After carefully savoring the submission, Yuan Yuyue stood up and said, "It is my duty, Yuan Yuan, to snatch away the man who admires my sister."
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