A master of national style who starts from yearning

“Artistic conception?” He Jiong chewed on this word and asked with some puzzlement: “Can this artistic conception make us forget what we just heard?” ”

“It’s not forgetting, it’s transforming.” Fang Jinlong explained: “When you listen, you are infected by the artistic conception, and what you hear and feel is combined into an emotion, that is, what the player wants to express. ”

‘Emotions. ’

This word reminds everyone that they really seem to be immersed in their emotions just now.

“You are so confused now, in fact, it is only because your shock at the moment overshadowed your previous emotions.” Fang Jinlong shook his head and said, “That’s why you feel that you forgot something.” ”

After Fang Jinlong’s explanation, everyone understood.

Just now, as he said, after listening, everyone was originally immersed in the emotions brought by the artistic conception.

But then because of the shock, everyone lost this emotion again.

Huang Lei sighed to Jiang Feng at this time: “Hey, Jiang Feng, you kid is also too godly, I have lived for dozens of years, or the first time I have experienced this kind of thing.” ”

“It’s also my first experience.” Jiang Feng, who had recovered, said with a bit of urgency.

“Hmph, brother Jiang Feng, I don’t care, I forgot what you played just now, you have to play it again.” Sister Zifeng was coquettish.

“It’s just, you have to play it again, otherwise it’s no different than not listening.”

“Sister Zifeng is right, little brother Jiang Feng performs again, this is amazing!”

“Strongly Jiang Feng’s little brother asked to come again, this time I want to record the screen, this is simply magic!”

The words of the purple wind sister attracted a large number of support, and the barrage instantly fell out.

Jiang Feng looked around and saw that everyone was staring at him, obviously wanting to talk about it again.

“Oh, okay.” Jiang Feng sighed and confessed.

“Can you still play?” Fang Jinlong asked a little unexpectedly.

“Huh? Why can’t Brother Jiang Feng play it? Sister Zifeng asked.

Fang Jinlong didn’t answer, just looked at Jiang Feng, as if waiting for his answer.

Jiang Feng pondered for a moment and nodded, “I think you can still give it a try.” ”

This answer made Fang Jinlong’s eyes light up slightly, “Then you try, don’t force yourself.” ”

“Master Fang? What are you talking about? Listening to the conversation between the two without a beginning and a tail, the old jianghu Huang Lei couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s a long story.” Fang Jinlong groaned slightly, turned his head to Huang Lei and asked, “You have acted, you know how difficult it is to control your emotional transformation, right?” ”

“Huh? Of course, this is difficult, and being able to naturally let your emotions change at will is almost an actor’s ultimate pursuit of acting skills. ”

After answering, Huang Lei asked again: “This has something to do with playing the piano?” ”

“It’s all about the same thing.” Fang Jinlong said: “If you want to create an artistic conception when playing, the person who plays must first have this state of mind. ”

“Do you think you can just come out of an emotion and immediately return to that emotion? Like switching back and forth in sadness and shock. ”

Hearing this question, several people present understood it, they are all people in the entertainment industry, and they have all acted, of course, they know how difficult it is to do.

Xiao Ju couldn’t help but ask, “How can this kind of thing be done?” ”

“yes, I don’t think I can do it either.” Fang Jinlong shook his head with a smile, pointed at Jiang Feng and quipped, “But he seems to think he can do it.” ”

Jiang Feng smiled bitterly, “I just said to try, if the play is not as good as just now, then you can’t blame me.” ”

“Try it, then you can try.” Fang Jinlong’s attitude towards Jiang Feng at this time was called a kindness, it was like looking at his own grandson, which made Xiao Ju Zifeng couldn’t help but look sideways.

Seeing Jiang Feng put his hand on the guqin again, everyone in the room quieted down and quietly looked forward to it.

This time, Jiang Feng did not pluck the strings for a long time, but just silently brewed his emotions.

It wasn’t until the prelude on the guqin sounded that everyone discovered that Jiang Feng had changed back to the state he was playing before.

The expression was indifferent but serious, and the movements were gentle and solemn.

The whole person also seems to be fluttering.

Fang Jinlong was overjoyed in his heart, and stared at Jiang Feng with a joyful face, as if he had discovered a rare treasure.

As Jiang Feng continued to pluck the strings, everyone was once again immersed in the sound of his piano.

The sound of the guqin, which was like a low cry, made them feel the artistic conception again, and felt Jiang Feng’s state of mind.

The guqin is like a smooth birdsong under the flower, and it is like a difficult and low flowing water under the ice.

The sound of the piano flows into their hearts, where it floats, falls, takes root, sprouts.

As if following Jiang Feng’s piano sound, they experienced one encounter after another, and encountered another disregard.

In the end, everything turned into that lingering affair.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and Jiang Feng raised his hand from the guqin again, and there was still a silent silence in the room.

Even if they had already experienced it once, they were still addicted to that artistic conception at this time, and they did not wake up for a long time.