Chapter 558

A few days later, Huaxia Conservatory of music.

On the west side of this top art college in China, in an area called Qinyuan, some students were watching the building blocked by security and whispering.

"Why hasn't the third theater been opened yet? It's closed the next day. Is there any big star performing in it?"

"It's impossible. If a star performs, the school should have notice. Besides, the stars usually perform in the first and second theaters, and the third theater is used by our piano department. Occasionally, it is also used to hold piano concerts. I think it's under repair! "

"Will the maintenance be notified? Strange

These future pianists are full of surprise. When they hear their conversation, Alice, who is walking to the third theater with Huang Ye, frowns slightly.

"Your school closed the third theater in order to examine Meng Huo's academic performance. If these students knew the truth, would they riot?" She asked softly, the personality of children studying art is generally more free than that of other children of the same age, the students of Huaxia Conservatory of music are more famous for their personality, and it is obviously unfair for the school to open the back door for Meng Huo.

"It doesn't matter." But Huang Ye doesn't think so: "even if you know, it's OK. What's the difference between Meng Huo and a star now? It's not surprising that he has such treatment. "

Alice was stunned, and then she laughed. "That's what I said."

She looked up at the building in front of her, which was similar to the piano in structure, and said, "this scene is just like a few years ago..."

"A few years ago?" "Have you ever been here?" he said

"No... I haven't been to Qinyuan. I've been to the first and second theater several times." Alice said with a smile, "I mean the same as when I was in Ninghai No.1 middle school. Do you remember? At that time, you also blocked the teaching building. Every time I went to receive Meng Huo, I would hear other students' complaints. "

She missed that time a little, but after a few years, Meng Huo's aura remained unchanged. Although he has left Ninghai No.1 middle school as an adult, his figure is still so lonely and outstanding in this new campus, which is divided into two different worlds with other students.

"When you mention that, I remember that you have been following the boy since a few years ago..." Huang Ye looks at Alice, and he is very surprised. Three years ago, Alice has been following Meng Huo. She doesn't talk about the transportation, but how can she still follow him now?

"You are very busy with your work. How can you come to Yanjing when you have time?" Huang Ye tries.

"I happen to have a job to come here."

Alice's answer was all right. Of course, her work was half true and half false. In fact, she overheard Meng Huo playing the piano and followed her with curiosity. They walked into the third theater. Although the theater is closed, there are not many people inside. There are dozens of people sitting in the seats that can accommodate thousands of people.

Most of these people sat at the back, listening to the playing from a distance, and only four or five teachers in charge of examination sat in the first row.

"Here are the top students in our school." Huang Ye quietly explained to Alice: "the school arranged them to come here to watch Meng Huo's academic review, which can also increase their knowledge. Of course, this matter is confidential. When they enter the door, they have checked their personal equipment, and they can't even bring in their mobile phones."

Huaxia Conservatory of music is very clear that the songs Meng Huo is playing are very important songs, so the audit is very strict.

Alice nodded, her eyes swept from the audience. These young college students were listening to the piano quietly. Some of them were envious, some were surprised, and some were envious. Alice knew what they were thinking. Meng Huo's piano strength was professional, and many professional pianists couldn't match him.

"Yes? It was... "She suddenly noticed that there were not only students in the audience, but also others. Alice frowns a little, then raises her foot and goes over there. Huang Ye is surprised by her actions. As a result, he looks surprised when he sees the direction of her steps.

"Isn't that the hole of the pianist association Huang Ye found that in the audience were Kong Wei, President of the Chinese piano Association, and several other big figures in the piano industry, including Qin Lang, a piano star. There are more than a dozen such people sitting on the other side of the students. At first, Huang Ye didn't notice.

He went over, and when he came near, Alice had already said hello to the people inside: "long time no see, Mr. Kong, you're here, too..."

She greets each other one by one, and knows more people than Huang Ye. This makes Huang Ye sigh that she is worthy of being the brand agent of Huayu. She has left the company for so many years, It doesn't seem that the number of contacts has decreased much.

"Miss Xu, it's rare to see you again."Kong Wei and his friends happily talked back to Alice, and then they chatted. They talked here, but their voices didn't go down. But in the spacious theater, these voices were nothing but a shiver of the sea, which didn't affect the voice of the piano.

Huang Ye stands listening to the piano and pays attention to Alice's topic from time to time. He is very interested in two things, which makes him a little absent-minded. But among Kong Wei's ten people, except a few who talk with Alice, the rest listen to the piano seriously. Two old people are even more intoxicated with the music.

They close their eyes, fingers gently buckle according to the rhythm of the piano, as if they have filtered all the sounds around them, and put their soul into the sound of the piano. Huang Ye is a little ashamed. The people sitting here are very attentive. They are real pianists, totally different from him.

At the end of a piano, there was applause in the audience. Dozens of people were clapping, but it was very rare in the spacious theater. Meng Huo on the stage looked at Alice in surprise, but soon drew back his eyes and began to talk with the judges in the first row.

"It's the first time I've seen such a standard of term assessment." Looking at Meng Huo stepping down, Kong Wei said with emotion: "not to mention the semester assessment, even the graduation assessment can get full marks!"

"I don't think it's enough. Although the song just now is not a world-famous song, it's not difficult for him to win the top three in the new Chinese pianist competition for his playing skills." Qin Lang looks a little complicated said, he received the news curious to see, the result was hit.

"The first three new pianists have wronged him too much. His piano is so superb that he is no longer a new pianist." An old man's palm is the most lasting. When he stops, his palm turns red: "Qin Lang, you are inferior to him!"

His words are very sure, Qin Lang face red, but did not dare to object, can only dodge way: "teacher, do you think he is too high."

The old man was his teacher. When he heard his teacher praise a younger man, Qin Lang was very upset.

"In fact, you should have a clear idea of the level of a layman watching the scene and an expert looking at the door." The old man looked at Qin Lang and sighed: "in the eyes of ordinary people, a professional pianist and a top pianist are almost the same. They know whether it is good to enjoy a piano music, but they can't tell how good it is."

"You are a professional pianist. You are already an expert. You can't tell the good from the bad."

“……”

Qin Lang was silent for a moment, then lowered his head in shame: "I'm sorry, teacher."

He recognized that He Xi's piano is really powerful. Piano is an art of body and soul coordination. Every pianist pursues the best of both, but the lower the standard of pianists, the higher the physical requirements. 95% of pianists in the world are in pursuit of playing skills, and the remaining 5% can freely control the piano and pursue the harmony of the soul.

Of course, this is not to say that the remaining five percent do not need to pursue better skills. In fact, they are also pursuing better skills to express the soul of music. But that skill can be said to be superb. Qin Lang has not reached that level. He is still limited by his body and fingers. The young man in the center of the theater has gone beyond that level.

His piano skills are enough for him to play any difficult tune freely. That's what the old man said. He looked at Meng Huo with some enthusiasm and exclaimed, "I've never seen such a talented young pianist before. He's been learning piano for just a few years, but his skills are impeccable. He's really a genius!"

At the age of 20, there are many people who have reached this high level of performance. There have been several such talents in history. In fact, in today's China, there are several pianists between the ages of 25 and 30 who can compete with Meng Huo, but all of them have been practicing since childhood. There is no one like Meng Huo who started practicing at the age of 15 or 16.

"Mr. Liu said so, then we really have to pull this young man over?" Kong Wei's eyes lit up and said, "it's a waste of such an outstanding pianist to put him out."

Alice's eyes narrowed. Sure enough, when she saw these people, she was wondering if they wanted to get into the music world

"Meng Huo is not interested in the music industry, and now is not the time. It seems that I have to find a way to stop them."

Alice thought, but just as she was thinking about the solution, another old man spoke slowly.

"No, this child doesn't need a teacher, and we are not qualified to teach him..."

She said with a smile: "he walked out of his own way. His pursuit of piano and music doesn't have to be performed on the stage. This child doesn't admit it... But his piano tells me that no matter where he is, he won't give up the piano, He has entered the Tao, and just like us, he will continue to pursue the perfection of art. ""That's enough... He doesn't have to be in the music world to burn in the wild."

The old man believed that a pianist would be born in China decades late