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Li Jinqiu pressed lightly with his fingertips, and soft and bright notes jumped to his ears.

"A complete movement should have different themes, and each part of the theme should determine a different key for the orchestra according to the needs of the music."

His slender fingers played a series of elegant melodies, but his voice was as serious as the head of the teaching department.

"It's in B-flat major, for a cheerful, lucid theme, similar to the original "Golden Bells" I composed, which could be used for the trumpet part in the coda."

Then, he played a string of bells that should be familiar to the ears.

"This is C minor, which is a pathetic and dark tone. If you have heard Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny, you should be familiar with its classic first movement. It can also be said that it is the "Battle City South" you have played. .I suggest you give it to the piano, of course, if you will choose the piano."

With Li Jinqiu's fingertips turning lightly, the low and gloomy music in the piano room turned into joyous laughter, dispelling the gloom just now.

"This is in the key of D major. Generally, when we hear it, we will think of cheerful Haydn. Do you know Haydn? My favorite "Piano Sonata in D Major" is his work. Although it is not suitable for your composition, but still It can be reflected in the clarinet part."

Zhong Ying sat aside, quietly remembering Li Jinqiu's fingering, and felt the difference between different tones.

Li Jinqiu is not a conscientious basic teacher. He follows his own habits and tells the knowledge he thinks Zhong Ying can master.

After a few songs, Li Jinqiu quickly and skillfully gave Zhong Ying advice.

From composing and arranging, to setting the tone of each part, they are very comprehensive, almost helping Zhong Ying to create.

Zhong Ying took it down carefully and found that Li Jinqiu had a strong lack of confidence in his piano skills.

Therefore, he particularly sincerely praised:

"Actually, you play very well."

"That's because you don't know how to play the piano." Li Jinqiu stopped his hands unhappily, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at his temporary student.

You can't go against your conscience if you say yes, why did you come to praise him just after the class started.

Li Jinqiu hesitated for a moment, frowned and said: "I don't have any talent, and the music I play is painful noise. If I don't teach you, I don't want to play at all."

Zhong Ying was full of surprise, realizing that Li Jinqiu's lack of self-confidence was far more than self-effacing and embarrassing, it was more like a deep-rooted prejudice.

He really doesn't know the piano, but he has played the piano since elementary school and knows music.

Zhong Ying can tell that Li Jinqiu likes happy and clear tones, and resists sad and gloomy tones.

When Li Jinqiu played Haydn, he was so happy from the inside out that he appreciated it from the soul.

When playing Beethoven, the finger keys become stiff and cautious, cautious, lest the classics be profaned.

Perhaps only the golden bell in B-flat major is the work he plays most easily.

After all, it was his own work.

Zhong Ying didn't understand Li Jinqiu's deep fear in his heart, but he still nodded obediently and said, "I understand."

When Li Jinqiu saw that the temporary students obeyed the order, he raised the corners of his lips, let out a drawn-out "hmm", and regained his air of being a good teacher.

"Like the melody you played on the lute just now, it should be—"

He was about to press the black and white keys when he suddenly reminded him sharply: "Don't praise me."

Zhong Ying blinked, smiled, and swore on the spot, "I promise not to boast!"

Li Jinqiu was satisfied.

He pressed the keys neatly with his long and slender fingers, and transferred the commemorative piece played by the pipa to the piano without any pressure, so smooth without any blockage.

No matter how he says his piano is bad, Zhong Ying can feel Li Jinqiu's thinking along with the clear sound of the keys.

War, death, and hope, the three words have become the closely linked themes in the piano melody, and even deduce the delicacy and brilliance that only Western instruments can show.

After Li Jinqiu finished playing, he stood up and walked to the table, took the blank sheet of music beside him, and drew the key points that came to mind while playing.

"For this melody, I suggest a quarter of a beat faster."

"There is still this paragraph, I hope that such adjustments can be made."

"More importantly, the pipa is too different from Western orchestral instruments. After thinking about it, the pipa can be a little more prominent in the second theme."

Messy musical notes like ghostly drawn notes extend on the stave.

Zhong Ying couldn't understand a single symbol, so he could only use the fingering of the keys played by Li Jinqiu to correspond to the ink dots one by one, trying to understand Li Jinqiu's meaning.

Li Jinqiu was completely immersed in his own thoughts, and the smooth ink marks on the tip of the pen became scrawled and messy notes on the stave, with rests, vibrato, and Boeing, forming a unique autumn-style style, creating a magical score that is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people .

With a swipe of his pen, he took the abbreviated sheet music, returned to the piano, and handed it to Zhong Ying.

"Okay, follow the bullets."

Zhong Ying took it silently, and glanced at the full staff.

Very good, now he knows how important the printed script is. If he really plays it according to the score, he will first suspect whether he has not learned the staff well, so that he can't understand the notes and marks of a genius composer.

But he still put the scores on the music stand properly, and sat in front of the piano, calmly.

Because, he remembers every fingering and every transition of Li Jinqiu, as long as he imitates Li Jinqiu completely——

The bell should play the prelude.

Li Jinqiu said disgustedly: "Why are your fingers so stiff? Don't imitate me, my knuckles are not flexible."

Zhong Ying relaxed his fingers and played the next melody.

Li Jinqiu clasped his hands together, extremely dissatisfied, "I marked the sixteenth note on the score, play it faster, faster, and a quarter beat faster! Yes, that's right."

Under Li Jinqiu's personal criticism, Zhong Ying corrected the fingering he imitated thoroughly.

Perhaps it was only Teacher Li who was beside him, frowning and seriously saying, "This is not playing correctly, it should be like this or that", Zhong Ying realized...

When Li Jinqiu gave him a demonstration, he cut corners!

The full version is all written on the staves that no one knows!

Fortunately, Li Jinqiu was dedicated enough to teach Zhong Ying almost hand in hand, and finally led him to straighten out the entire score.

The last lingering sound gradually dissipated in the piano room, and the stern composer said with satisfaction:

"You are indeed a genius. When you played the piece, the emotion you showed was enough to impress everyone, and it was enough to conquer the Music Association."

Although the music score in front of him was scribbled, Zhong Ying already roughly knew the melody needed by each part.

He gave up the main position of the piano, and looked up at Li Jinqiu who was standing beside him.

"And you, have you thought about how to compose the Vienna Spring?"

"of course."

Li Jinqiu smiled gently and sat down.

He no longer resisted touching the piano, and raised his hand to improvise.

The performance is the story told by Zhong Ying, and it is also the inspiration after his deep thinking.

The tone of the piano is gentle and quiet, as if tracing a history submerged in time.

The melody is deep and vast like a galaxy, and the harmony is bright and clear like a bright moon.

Li Jinqiu's impromptu music was quiet and solemn, just like people standing in front of a monument, feeling the cold wind and silently mourning for the dead.

This is a completely different thought from Zhong Ying's composition, and it perfectly perfects the mourning and contemplation in Zhong Ying's composition.

Even if Li Jinqiu adopts the simplest playing method, the music is so smooth that people can go back to that period of history with the sound of the piano.

Zhong Ying could feel his surging emotion.

Even if some of the sound transitions are deliberately strange, it is undeniable that he has exhausted his thoughts and instilled all expectations.

In the music of suffering, people can see innocent people in the flames of war, and feel the pain of losing their homes and being in danger.

At the end of a melody, Li Jinqiu said in a low voice: "I call it 'gazing at the starry sky, remembering forever'."

After the sound of the piano disappeared, he played the piece composed by Zhong Ying again.

"And it is 'in the same boat, go forward side by side'."

The movements of the two competitors are actually perfectly connected together, and they are independent, showing a more grand and extensive music idea.

Li Jinqiu finished playing easily, and looked at Zhong Ying with a smile.

He said: "In my eyes, there should be no competition in this concert, let alone a competition, but the Vienna Spring and the Art Orchestra, as the best orchestra in Austria, join hands to pay tribute to the victims of the Mauthausen Concentration Camp, Condolences and remembrances.”

Li Jinqiu said that he has no talent, but in Zhong Ying's eyes, he is a unique genius.

His creation of music goes beyond simply showing off his skills and showing off, but he bluntly and honestly sends kindness and beauty to the world.

Zhong Ying wanted to praise him aloud, but silently remembered the composer's repeated warnings.

So, he raised his hand and applauded Li Jinqiu.

Zhong Ying's serious applause echoed in the empty piano room.

Li Jinqiu opened his lips and teeth slightly, wanting to frown and scold him, but seeing Zhong Ying focus on him, he suddenly felt dumbfounded.

"You really..." Li Jinqiu couldn't find an adjective.

"I am sincere." Zhong Ying said with a serious face, "I seriously think that the music you composed is very beautiful and the piano you play is super elegant. You are a genius!"

He was amazed by Zhong Ying's talent.

But the genius he admired praised his mediocrity just because of a piece of music.

Li Jinqiu snorted lightly, and once again took up the stern demeanor of the teacher.

"Don't talk nonsense." He raised his hand and grabbed Zhong Ying's wrist, stopping the continuous applause, "Stop applauding, come and write the music for other voices if your hands don't hurt, I'm very strict!"

This may be Li Jinqiu's happiest composing experience.

"Gaze at the Starry Sky" by the Vienna Spring and "Together in the Same Boat" by the Art Orchestra became a complete movement with the cooperation of the pipa and the piano.

The scribbled and chaotic notes fell clearly on the staff, recording their joint efforts.

The two mourners, immersed in the music, thought of the cruelty of war and the greatness of mankind.

In the future, there will still be benevolent people who are willing to lend a helping hand to refugees, but they do not want the same tragedy to happen again.

Li Jinqiu played the piano and Zhong Ying played the pipa.

The perfect ensemble of the two ended. The composer, who has always been proud, felt unprecedented excitement and frustration in the aftertaste of the piano room.

He pressed the keys, made a monotonous sound, and said with sincere emotion: "It would be a waste not to play the piano with such a talent as you."

Zhong Ying hugged the pipa and said, "I'm a fast learner. You teach me the piano. I can play it when I have the chance."

Zhong Ying is like a good student who pleases the teacher and makes a promise.

Li Jinqiu's heart of cherishing talents exploded, and his desire to teach was so strong that even playing the piano, which he usually hated, became a unique enjoyment.

He even wants to teach a little more, so that this gifted student can go to a higher platform.

"Then I will teach you another piece, the famous work of the great genius musician Mozart, as long as you play it, everyone will bow down at your feet."

Li Jinqiu is full of enthusiasm, "12 Variations on 'Ah, vousdirai-jemaman', K.265/3."

Under Zhong Ying's bewildered and curious gaze, Li Jinqiu triumphantly pressed the keys of the piano and played a well-known melody.

"It's called it again, Little Star."

A famous song by Mozart ended Li Jinqiu's teaching.

The dedicated composer took the score of "Gaze at the Stars" and went to Vienna Spring.

And Zhong Ying took "Together in the Same Boat" and sought the help of the art orchestra to turn the scribbled score into clear print.

The time given by the Music Association is sufficient.

Two weeks before the 76th anniversary of the liberation, they held an internal music review at the Konzerthaus in Vienna.

Expert judges from the Music Association, music critics who point out the world in music newspapers all the year round, and excellent conductors and composers attended.

Fan Chengyun and Li Jinqiu sat on the sidelines, as related persons of the Art Orchestra and the Vienna Spring, they did not participate in the scoring decision.

The latest to come was Fliss, the wealthy businessman who initiated the commemorative concert.

He was wearing a light silver suit, and formal attire did take this competition very seriously.

Fliss walked into the hall, greeted all the expert judges, and went straight to the side of the auditorium.

After shaking hands politely with Master Fan, he said directly to Li Jinqiu, "Thank you, Mr. Li, for your willingness to compose music for the Memorial Day of the Mauthausen Concentration Camp."

"Huh?" Li Jinqiu's prejudice against him continued to be on the nouveau riche.

Li Jinqiu felt strange when he suddenly got an overture.

"Mr. Fliss has heard my music?" Li Jinqiu turned his head to look at him.

"Yes." Fliss smiled and shook hands with him, "Mr. Li is good at combining Chinese musical instruments and symphony, and I have listened to the music he created many times."

Immediately, Fliss said in a low voice: "Your music is definitely the best, I believe everyone has a judgment."

Li Jinqiu likes other people's compliments on his composition, but he doesn't like this guy who has never heard Zhong Ying's music before, and he comes to flatter and compliment him.

He frowned and sneered, noncommittal.

The time he stayed in Vienna was enough for him to figure out the ins and outs of the competition.

This rich and unkind businessman bought the pipa for 1000 million euros and planned to dismantle the pipa into wooden boards.

After the art orchestra strongly condemned, he said that he would hold a commemorative concert in order to find a way to go down, and he also specifically found the art orchestra's deadly enemy.

His heart can be punished.

Li Jinqiu, as the composer of the Vienna Spring, spontaneously sided with Zhong Ying, and did not intend to talk to Fries.

Unfortunately, the businessman seemed to express his determination to support the Vienna Spring, so he sat next to Li Jinqiu, making him inevitable.

Li Jinqiu, who was originally sitting on the side of the jury, instantly became the focus and core of the entire concert because of Fries.

Even Fan Chengyun said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Fliss really likes your composition."

When Li Jinqiu faces the master, it is always difficult to come casually.

He maintained the politeness of the younger generation, sat upright, and was extremely confident, "When he finishes listening to Zhong Ying's composition, he will like Zhong Ying like a piece of grass on the wall."

Very disrespectful to Fries.

The Music Association values ​​professional advice and also respects Fliss' choice.

They gave the Art Orchestra a chance, but Fries would ultimately insist on the Vienna Spring, and they would comply with Fries' request.

Not only because the Vienna Spring is an excellent orchestra.

More because the composer of Vienna Spring is Li Jinqiu.

There is no better composer than him for the ensemble of pipa and Western music.

With such expectations in mind, the Vienna Spring finally took to the stage.

Conductors, pipas, and orchestras took the stage one after another.

The pianist who appeared last, wearing a tuxedo, saluted the audience with a pretentious gesture, and received enthusiastic applause from Fries.

It's a pity that Li Jinqiu only gave the other party indifference.

He proposed to replace the pianist several times, but was seriously rejected by the head of the group.

The reason is simple, the performer is Lian Junan, the son of the famous pianist Yu Meiling.

Lian Junan came on stage at the age of seven and played Beethoven very well. His skills are impeccable. There is no better performer than him.

Li Jinqiu stared at Lian Junan sitting in front of the piano, and felt that the head of the group was simply talking nonsense.

Why can't you find a better player than him?

Mingming bells should be played better than him!

Only Li Jinqiu felt dissatisfied in the audience. In his silent dissatisfaction, "Gaze at the Starry Sky" of Vienna Spring raised his commanding wrist.

The clear sound of the piano played the first note, and the melancholy flowing in the music hall provoked everyone's thoughts.

It seems that the audience is not in a splendid concert hall, but in an endless wilderness.

Looking up a little, you can see the Milky Way over Austria, dotted with billions of stars.

This beautiful land has art, music, and tragic deaths.

The nostalgia and sorrow of the living for them can stir up waves in the soul, and in the ensemble of piano, lute strings, and violin, people will cry for it.

Lian Junan is undoubtedly the most outstanding musician in this performance.

From time to time, he beat out the unquenchable grief, and completed a beautiful upward movement with the Qingling melody of the pipa.

There are moments of quiet contemplation, allowing the audience to breathe from the tension he brings.

In the final chapter of the piece, he even played the extremely difficult triple tremolo, drawing perfect ripples on the starry sky that everyone was staring at, spreading the charm of music round by round.

The judges were immersed in the profound musical ideas displayed by the music, and sighed their own.

"This piece is amazing, even if the piano is more eye-catching than the pipa, I like it very much!"

"Sounds of nature, I have no doubt that I will support them to commemorate the dead, there is no more suitable music to play on the 76th anniversary than "Gaze into the Stars"."

Even professional music critics couldn't find faults and omissions in the Vienna Spring symphony.

Even if their pipa became an accompaniment and a foil, it could not stop that wonderful piano from capturing their souls.

"Mr. Li, you definitely did not disappoint me, you are even better than I imagined."

Fliss admired from the bottom of his heart, "You are a genius!"

"Don't start boasting before listening to the performance of the Art Orchestra."

Li Jinqiu's tone seemed to be that Ferris was not praising him, but his opponent.

The judges looked at him in surprise, and for a moment thought that Li Jinqiu was not the composer of the Vienna Spring, but an art orchestra.

"Qiu, you are always strict with yourself, but we are sure that you deserve any compliment!"

"Praise?" Li Jinqiu sneered, "I remember the theme set by the Music Association is to play commemorative music with pipa."

He raised his hand to signal the stage, "Where's the pipa?"

The composer himself finds fault more ruthlessly than any music critic.

"I didn't hear a musician's memorial to the dead, I heard only the shameless virtuosity of the piano."

The hall was silent, and Li Jinqiu felt more and more unreasonable.

"I think the piano is played very well."

"Maybe Lian Jun'an is too young to express the heaviness of the anniversary, but I think he played perfectly enough."

Experts who have only heard imperfect music express satisfaction with imperfection.

And Li Jinqiu, the only one who had heard the perfect music, felt that Lian Junan was not pleasing to him.

"Yes, the piano is beautiful. But it's not the musical idea I want, nor the theme I want to express."

Li Jinqiu couldn't express his regret directly, he could only say: "I hope you all listen to the performance of the Art Orchestra before commenting, otherwise it will appear that you are very unprofessional and ridiculous."

His words really shocked the judges.

They just think that Li Jinqiu is as crazy as ever, and he still speaks so mercilessly that he even dislikes his own song!

Even Fries said disdainfully: "But I heard that the composer of the Art Orchestra is that young Chinese. What kind of composition does he know?"

Li Jinqiu suddenly burst into the anger of the teacher defending the students.

He sneered and said, "It just shows that you have too little experience, and you don't know what a good composition requires, and you don't know what a good performance is."

Ferris squinted his eyes slightly, as if he had finally realized that the composer was not a good guy, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"What do you mean?"

At this time, the Vienna Spring has already left the stage, and the behind-the-scenes of the art orchestra is busy on the stage.

They placed the music stand and made simple preparations for the performance later.

Zhong Ying was dressed in a solemn black shirt and trousers, which easily blended into the art orchestra, and because of the mahogany pipa in his arms, he looked out of the ordinary.

In the territory of Western symphony music, the Vienna Spring is dominated by piano, and the choice of pipa accompaniment is more suitable for Western music habits.

However, Li Jinqiu narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his chin, and arrogantly looked at Fries, who was partial to the Vienna Spring.

"What do I mean?"

"I'm saying you've never seen a genius."

Li Jinqiu raised his finger to Zhong Ying who was tuning, and said firmly: "This is the real genius!"