Epigenetic

Zhu Weixing said: "I have a proposal, I wonder if you can accept it."

Lu Xiaoai, who was almost headless like a fly, opened her eyes: "What?"

Zhu Weixing: "If you are willing to take the risk, then... I will come."

Lu Xiaoai was stunned for a few seconds: "Huh?"

Zhu Weixing: "The first time you get started, it's nothing more than a test of sight-reading ability. I can't guarantee that every note is good, but I have listened to you and practiced it many times, and I have a general understanding of where this song is adapted."

Xu is a pity that she did not play as a substitute at the school recital. During this period of time, Lu Xiaoai practiced very hard. She set a very high goal for herself in the final exam and chose Mendelssohn's "A Midsummer Night's Dream". One of the songs for the professional examination group, the double flute has been briefly adapted, which is not easy.

Sight-reading, as the name suggests, is to play while watching, and give you a score that you have never played before, and play it while watching the score.This is a necessary basic skill for every student majoring in instrumental music, and it is also one of the final exam subjects.But under normal circumstances, it is not easy for most students to play at 100% good original speed, not to mention the need to pay attention to emotional processing and prioritized accompaniment.Accompanying accompaniment is sometimes more difficult than playing solo. Qin has to follow the flute, and care about others besides yourself.Exams are already stressful, and others have already practiced repeatedly, but Zhu Weixing has to sight-read. In case of omissions, it doesn’t matter if I make a mistake, it will affect the performance of the flute, and there will be a car accident in an instant, which is terrible.

Skills, on-the-spot, and mentality are tested in all directions, with professional-level difficulty.Even Jiang Lai might not dare to guarantee a safe passage.

Faced with Zhu Weixing's proposal, Lu Xiaoai couldn't recover: "You...you come? Do you know the piano?"

Zhu MSI: "I will." Although the hand is still alive, it should be enough.

Lu Xiaoai: "What level?"

Only amateurs talk about grading, and this question is due to Lu Xiaoai's euphemistic distrust of his professional standards.

Totally understandable.

Zhu MSI: "There is no class."

Lu Xiaoai's expression was complicated. She probably thought that Zhu Weixing was just playing with tickets and didn't even take the grade test.

At this time, Xin Manman lightly poked the back of the good sister, and whispered to her with a voice that Zhu Weixing could hear: "I think...maybe you can try?"

Lu Xiaoai: "?" She looked at Xin Manman as if she was looking at a traitor who was fascinated by beauty.

Xin Manman shook her hand heavily: "Really, trust me."

Lu Xiaoai: "..."

When Zhu Weixing sat down in front of the piano, not only was there an uproar in the venue, but even several teachers who had dealt with him in the audience were surprised, especially Xuan Lang. legs, looked at Zhu Weixing seriously for two seconds, and asked him if he decided to do this seriously.

Zhu MSI said: "Yes."

Xuan Lang asked: "When was it decided?"

Zhu MSI: "Just now."

Xuan Lang was silent.

The audience was in an uproar.

Xuan Lang asked, "What help do you need?"

Zhu Weixing said: "I need a page turner." When sight-reading, there is no third hand that can turn pages.

Xin Manman raised her hand in time: "I can."

Xuan Lang went to look at Lu Xiaoai again: "Have you thought about it too?"

Lu Xiaoai glanced at the two people around her, she suddenly remembered that Zhu Weixing had professionally pissed off two students who picked on Jiang Lai at the school concert, and nodded.

Xuan Lang shook his head: "Okay, you're quite courageous, don't cry for the make-up exam."

After saying that, let the three of them get out of here and take their places.

Xin Manman's hands trembled a little while she was setting up the notation, so Zhu Weixing, who was sitting next to her, wrote lightly: "Don't be nervous, it's okay to make a mistake, I will notate it." This comforting word is really practical and appropriate.

Zhu Weixing looked up at Lu Xiaoai, who was also cautious in the middle: "You brag about yourself, I will cooperate." The usual lukewarm, but calming heart.

After Lu Xiaoai took a deep breath, the performance began.

The selected Scherzo passage describes a group of elves dancing happily in the forest. The piece is slightly faster. The version she chose was changed from double flutes to a single piece, which is more difficult. Fast, not slow, it tests the musician's stability and stage psychology.

When Lu Xiaoai practiced with his original steel partner, the two often couldn't match the rhythm, and accidentally changed into a horse race. I couldn't imagine how the scene would evolve when they met Zhu Weixing, who had never gotten along.She didn't even know if he could play or not, which was crazy.

When the first section sounded, Lu Xiaoai's mind was still full of the above nonsense, and her mouth and fingers were all instinctive.Zhu Weixing asked her to control herself, but Lu Xiaoai couldn't do it easily, and her ears couldn't help paying attention to the background sound. When she found that Zhu Weixing could really play, Lu Xiaoai heaved a sigh of relief, and found that he could keep up with her, and then slowed down a bit, and found the rhythm The speed is very good, Lu Xiaoai is finally relieved.

The accompaniment does not escape or steal the show, the skill is skillful and the fingering is light, just like the wind in the treetops, the wings on the back of the elves, the green in the summer forest, it is calm and ubiquitous, dense and delicate.

Those who don't know how to listen to it will feel that the flute is set off by the piano, which is extremely agile and jumps, and the matching is harmonious.Those who know how to play know that there is no tacit cooperation here. It is that the piano has been making subtle changes to chase the rhythm suitable for the flute. Especially in the later stage, Lu Xiaoai obviously played well, and the speed increased, and Ruoqin followed suit. The two became anxious before the exam. Horse racing, andante becomes allegro.

At the critical moment, the rhythm of the piano slowed down, and even stopped for a few beats in the middle, leaving a blank space, leaving all the highlights to the flute, avoiding the sense of stacking, and neutralizing the excessively fast rhythm at the end to balance the whole paragraph.The timing is so appropriate and natural, it looks like the little climax deliberately designed by Lu Xiaoai at the end, and the effect is excellent.

After the song was over, the people in the audience looked at each other, and they all saw the expression of seeing a ghost in each other's eyes.

The string music department is okay, watching the excitement, the wind music department has a clear sense of body, and it can be heard that Lu Xiaoai's many mistakes are covered up by this excellent accompaniment.I was most surprised by the accompanies in the piano department. If they didn't know who was on stage, they would have thought that Jiang Lai was sitting behind the piano. No, maybe he was even stronger than Jiang Lai.

But no matter how surprised the professional teachers here are, especially the leader of the woodwind team, he is sitting next to Xuan Lang, and he can see the original score of the performance in Teacher Xuan's hand, and he can know how many details the whole song passes through the steel partner. Only when it moves, has it become the performance effect today.Especially the on-the-spot adjustments in the last four bars have demonstrated extremely superb and mature professional competence. It is conceivable to encounter such a top-notch talent in a first-class music school.

But they u art? !

What a joke.

"This student...is amazing." The team leader couldn't hold back his astonishment, and looked at Chen Zhou, who was like a pot bottom, with a slightly complicated tone.

At the beginning of the semester, Zhu Weixing reported to the department office the dispute about Chen Zhou's non-teaching class, and he was also there.Although Zhu Weixing's performance at the time left a deep impression on him, the team leader has no brains about the past, and the students who have no memory now are not optimistic.So the head of the department asked him if he had a new flute teacher who could make another arrangement for him, but the group leader pretended to be stupid and shied away.Who would have thought that in just one semester, the other party's flute level has improved a lot, but he also has more piano skills?At this level, it is absolutely impossible to learn by oneself the day after tomorrow, even if it is taught by Xuan Lang himself, it should be possible.

But why didn't he reveal this ability before? The team leader didn't have time to explore and guess. He only regretted that such a once-in-a-lifetime gifted student was missed by him, which is also hateful.

But looking at Xuan Lang next to him, not only did he not praise the students for their wonderful performance, but instead he stared at the score from beginning to end, in a daze and remained silent.

The team leader was surprised and called him softly: "Mr. Xuan? Teacher Xuan?"

While Xuan Lang was in a daze at the other end, Zhu Weixing and the others had already left the stage. Facing Xin Manman, Zhu Weixing was admiring and praising.

"I practiced for a period of time many years ago, and then I stopped unexpectedly, and recently I picked it up again, but I still stumbled and needed more practice." He simply explained why he knew how to play the piano, "Let's eat next time, there will be opportunities in the future. "

Saying goodbye to the two of them, Zhu Weixing went straight to the back row of the concert hall regardless of the surprised gaze cast on her.

Standing still at the corner, Zhu Weixing showed his first faint smile to the people there.

Someone with sharp eyes noticed that Jiang Yi was sitting there? !

Jiang Yi looked at the person in front of him, his pupils reflected the redness of the curtains on both sides, so intense that it was almost an illusion,

Seeing Jiang Yi staring at him for a long time without moving, Zhu Weixing imitated his tone: "Ugly?"

Jiang Yi narrowed his eyes: "Otherwise? You're still reluctant to take it off after the performance, why are you standing here so smug?"

Zhu MSI turned on the ginger-style non-human language automatic filter device, and said with a normal expression: "Then you wait for 10 minutes, and I will change it."

Jiang Yi was upset: "Why so long?"

Zhu MSI: "There are many people in the dressing room backstage."

Jiang Yi was irritable, as if struggling in his heart: "Put on and go."

Zhu Weixing was unwilling: "If the road is dirty, I have to pay it back." Although He Tingzhi said no, Zhu Weixing didn't plan to accept the favor for the time being.

Jiang Yi: "Troublesome is the most troublesome!"

After changing his clothes, Jiang Yi went to pick up the car. Zhu Weixing, who was taking the bus to school today, waited for him in front of the building in order to pick up his clothes.

Looking up, a person came to him.

The other party's eyes are no longer arrogant as before, the thin ice is on fire, and cracks appear on the face of loneliness and coldness.

Zhu Weixing looked at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

He Tingzhi stared intently at the person in front of him, and murmured softly, "So it was you, the one who played "The Bell" in the classroom that night."

Zhu MSI did not deny: "So?"

So?

He Tingzhi was also asking himself.so what?So what about playing like playing, temperament like, and eyes like?

Seeing his self-confident and confused expression, Zhu Weixing still softened his eyes, and handed over the borrowed clothes. Zhu Weixing said, "Let's talk some time."

But He Tingzhi ignored him, still staring at him blankly, stretched out his hand after a while, didn't pick up the clothes, but wanted to grab the arm of the person in front of him.

When it was about to touch it, it was knocked away by a huge force!

With a height of [-], He Tingzhi was knocked half a block away, barely holding onto a big tree to keep his image as a noble son.

He stood still in embarrassment and hurriedly raised his head, seeing Zhu Weixing standing in front of a very tall boy, standing casually, taking out the lighter as if nothing had happened, and lowering his head to light a cigarette, he realized that he was looking at him, and cast a contemptuous glance, revealing his whole body Reject contempt.

He Tingzhi was furious. The eldest young master who was respected and praised in the past was so arrogant and arrogant. When did he receive such rude treatment? He was full of shame and anger, and wanted to confront this barbarian with a theory. Who knew that the other party moved faster and didn't say a word of nonsense. , directly close to him, grabbed his collar and pressed him to the ground!

At the critical moment, a hand came in horizontally, and the thin fingers of the white arm, which was broken when it was folded, blocked the atrocity that was about to start, and stopped it seriously: "Jiang Yi! No!"

Zhu Weixing was taken aback, why did this bandit attack suddenly, seeing the expression of the person in front of him bye, Zhu Weixing was even more shocked.Jiang Yi used to be furious, most likely because of impatience, and few people could really provoke him to take it to heart.But now, with fierce eyes and fiery anger, he is really hostile to He Tingzhi, not shallow.

"Jiang Yi..." With a sound, the movement stopped, but the person didn't let go, Zhu Weixing had to speak again, not too forcefully, but with persuasion, "Let go."

Jiang Yi turned his eyes to the people around him, and asked with a smile, "Are you on his side?"

That smile matched with the coldness in his eyes was so terrifying that He Tingzhi's face turned pale with horror, but Zhu Weixing's face remained unchanged, and he repeated lightly: "Let go, hold."

Jiang Yi stared at Zhu Weixing, his eyes flickered, but within two seconds, with a hiss, He Tingzhi's clothes in the front row were ripped out, but Jiang Yi let go.

After flicking the cigarette ash, Jiang Yi took a step back, turned around and left.

Zhu Weixing looked at his back, sighed softly, picked up the clothes that fell on the ground, and returned them stubbornly.

"Sorry." He said to He Tingzhi.

He Tingzhi's face was full of lingering anger, but he looked at Zhu Weixing in a daze again, as if he was about to speak.

Zhu Weixing shook his head at him: "I said I have time to talk, but I didn't say now, Tingzhi..."

The last two words made He Tingzhi completely stunned.