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BGM of this chapter: Rachmaninoff's Second Piano Concerto (SergeiRachmaninoff-ThePianoConcertoNo.2inCminor)

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Mr. Dennis Bain, who spent two years for EvanLin, decided to give up. After he finally confirmed that Lin Yan and Mu Kang were living together at the Dubai airport on the return trip.

These two people are here to abuse dogs.Dennis thought indignantly, since they are partners, why do they have to sleep in separate rooms in the homestay?

The god of flirtatiousness couldn't figure it out, and had a discussion on this issue with his straight boyfriend Andrew on the plane back.

Andrew: "Maybe it's because you want to have a good rest, and you're afraid that you won't be able to hold on to sleeping together?"

Dennis: "Evan doesn't look like such a horny person?"

Andrew: "You haven't slept with him, how do you know?"

Dennis: "..."

The two discussed for a long time without any result. In the end, they could only attribute everything to the "mysterious oriental traditional culture".

Probably in the East...friends advocate sleeping in separate rooms?

Tsk tsk, won't something go wrong?Terrible East.

Unaware that his long-dead EQ has discredited oriental culture, Mu Kang hummed "The Spirit in the Forest" and returned to the happy lakeside hut with Lin Yan.The garden has been rejuvenated under Mu Huajiang's rejuvenating hands. Lin Yan has been away from home for a week, and now he suddenly stands at the door of a familiar yet unfamiliar house, as if he has passed away, and he is a little afraid to go in.

Mu Peacock opened the screen and asked, "Is it pretty?"

Lin Yan murmured: "It's so beautiful, it seems to have a... Amalfi feeling?"

Mu Kang laughed until he almost lost his eyesight: "You can see it!"

It was the first time Lin Yan saw such a willful blooming garden, as if he had manifested Mu Kang's dazzling soul and held it in front of him.Lin Zhi, who was always red-faced or red-eyed, couldn't control his emotions again, and asked in a low voice, "How did you do it?"

"The key point is gentian." Mu Huajiang said with great posture, "There are a lot of rhododendrons in Italy, and it can make a feeling when paired with dark blue gentian."

Although the dark blue gentian has not yet reached the flowering season, it can still be seen that it is growing gratifyingly. It is mixed among the vine roses that are climbing the flower racks, the evergreen rhododendrons that are full of flowers, and the green grass, making several places in the garden look like the Mediterranean. .It is obviously an ordinary family garden on the Swiss plateau, and it has nothing to do with the Mediterranean Sea, but even the non-existent sea salt and lemon fragrance are a little obsessed with this scenery.

Lin Yan was so impressed: "The garden has never been so beautiful, and I dare not go in."

"It's not the best time yet." Mu Kang went in first and took out the key to open the door. "It will be the most beautiful time until July and August, when gentian and alpine edelweiss are in bloom."

The day when the dark blue gentian and alpine edelweiss quietly bloomed was on the weekend. Lin Yan and Mu Kang didn't go out. They sat comfortably in the yard admiring the flowers and drinking tea, and greeted a guest who came from afar.

When Fang Zhimu sent Mu Kang to ask for help on WeChat, he didn't expect things to become so creepy.It was just a "pre-examination guidance". Not only did Mu Dacai arrange the venue next to the examination room, but he also simply advanced the examination.

Damn, I knew it would not be posted.

The piano prince rolled his eyes regretfully, and smiled unnaturally at Lin Yan who was standing in the garden: "Lin, Lin Zhi, you... hello."

Holding a teacup in his hand, Lin Yan was wearing a T-shirt, shorts and slippers, and said with a smile, "Hello, long time no see."

Fang Zhimu smiled dryly: "Long time no see, Lin Zhi, you haven't changed much, haha."

Although Lin Yan looks like a student at the moment, Fang Zhimu is still full of guilt.

His guilt is not groundless.

When Fang Zhimu was a student, he could confidently stop Lin Yan from asking to cooperate with Pu Luo Er, because at that time he practiced hard and had excellent skills, and it was a piece of cake to complete Prokovev.

Time flies, and everyone has to say goodbye to the youthful and frivolous past.Mr. Fang, a well-known high-end pianist, has long been bound by the tour. He travels all over the world with a set of works every year.

Seven years ago, Fang Zhimu knew that he and Lin Yan were far apart. Seven years later, when he saw Lin Zhi who was loved by the years and looked the same as before, it was like facing a question about dreams, pursuits and past dream, feel ashamed, and have no confidence at all.

He sat nervously in front of the piano in the living room, watching another piano in the study being pushed to the living room, Lin Yan planned to accompany Fang Zhimu in the form of two pianos.

Fang Zhimu broke out in a cold sweat: "... Thank you for your hard work, Lin Zhi."

Lin Yan said gently: "It's okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Mu Kang glanced at Fang Zhimu, and said sarcastically, "It's best not to expect anything."

Fang Zhimu hastily echoed: "Yes, don't have any expectations, haha, Lin Zhi, don't have any expectations."

Lin Yan: "..."

Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. [-], with magnificent lines and beautiful melodies, is a representative work of late Romanticism and one of the most frequently performed piano concertos.

The eight chords at the beginning are deafening, known as "the bell of the end of the century".

These eight bells have been struck countless times. Some musicians like to stretch the lingering sound to an infinite length, and some musicians like to express their grandeur directly. Fang Zhimu's interpretation is the first one.

He spanned ten degrees with his left hand, crescendoed from pp, played the eighth chord and the arpeggio of the next two bars, and Lin Yan, who played the role of the band, did not come in.

He frowned slightly and looked at Fang Zhimu, and Mu Kang said directly: "No."

Fang Zhimu took his hands off the keys and said nothing, his palms began to sweat.

Mu Kang: "Eight measures, eight chords, from pp to ff, isn't your crescendo too casual?"

Lin Yan said in detail: "In the fifth, sixth, and seventh sections, there is almost no difference between your strength and weakness just now."

Fang Zhimu said with difficulty: "I have already tried to make a gradient."

Mu Kang: "I heard it, but the effect is not good."

Lin Yan: "Because your first note is not weak enough, and your last note is not strong enough."

"...This is the limit I can control." Fang Zhimu said dully.

"It's just the volume limit." Mu Kang said impatiently.

"But emotions have no limits." Lin Yan said sharply.

Emotions have no limits.

Emotions are music.

Such a simple truth, every musician should keep it in mind, but Fang Zhimu actually forgot.

Feeling ashamed, he said shyly, "Yes, there is a limit to the amplitude of the piano sound, but there is no limit to human emotion."

Mu Kang: "You need to use emotions to express strength, not decibels."

After all, Fang Zhimu is a pianist, so he understood it at one point, and said slowly: "That is to say, I have to think about the first note more distantly, and the last note more intensely."

"That's right." Lin Yan demonstrated the few bars that the band came in, "The ninth bar is a kind of catharsis that finally reaches the top, and the catharsis becomes an arpeggio, and then transitions to the band."

Fang Zhimu said seriously: "Good command."

Fang Zhimu's piano sound has long lines and clear timbre. He extended the big phrases and breathing of La Erli very well, and explained all the movements in the technical clips clearly. His expressiveness is definitely worthy of "famous pianist" title.

However, when the pianist handed over the melody to Lin Yan, who took on the responsibility of the band, there was an obvious gap in the first phrase.

Mu Kang raised his hand to make Fang Zhimu pause, shook his head and said, "Student Fang, you don't have that... feeling of sticking to your back."

Fang Zhimu: "What do you mean?"

Lin Yan didn't understand: "What is the feeling of sticking to the back?"

Mu Kang patiently explained to Lin Yan: "When the car is moving, the inertia will make people stick to the back of the seat."

Lin Yan thought for a while, then asked in confusion, "I understand the feeling of sticking to the back of a car when it's driving, what does it have to do with music?"

Mu Kang smiled and said to Lin Yan: "You are born with it. Of course you can't feel it. Let me demonstrate."

He exchanged places with Lin Yan: "Listen up."

What Mukang plays is the most singing part of the piano in the first movement, from measure 4 of No. 9 of the first movement to the end of No. 5.He played it twice, and Fang Zhimu said: "The first time is your way of playing, and the second time is Ayan's way of playing, can you hear the difference?"

"I can hear it. Lin Zhi's playing method really has a feeling of sticking to the back." Fang Zhimu nodded, "But I don't know how to do it. Can Lin Zhi explain it?"

Lin Yan hesitated and said, "I can't tell you if you ask me that..."

"A Yan has an innate sense of touch." Mu Kang explained, "It's actually very simple to say, that is, every note that needs to be emphasized in the phrase must be dragged to the end of the beat."

Fang Zhimu said "hmm", and tried to play a few notes while thinking.

Mu Kang gave him a demonstration with one hand.

"Listen to this sound, it's going to be late soon..." The note on Mu Kang's fingertips was pulled to the edge of suffocation, "...but it got stuck at the last moment before the beat... Appeared, this is the feeling of sticking to the back .”

Fang Zhimu was thoughtful, and said slowly: "It's hard to grasp the size."

"The difference between you and the master is the last tenths and zero seconds of each beat." Mu Kang concluded, "If you master this measure, you can make a big step forward."

The living room was quiet for a few minutes, Lin Yan was still at a loss, but Fang Zhimu nodded his head as if enlightened, and said solemnly: "I understand, thank you very much, Mr. Mu."

This masterclass was not in vain.After the guidance was over, Fang Zhimu was satisfied, secretly glad that he didn't retreat at a critical moment.

What's more, this fruitful door-to-door visit seemed to come with an amazing secret.

Secret signs have been flashing maliciously in the details, until the moment of sudden high-profile, almost blinding the famous pianist's eyes.

Fang Zhimu planned to leave after drinking Mu Kang's special fruit tea, stood up and once again thanked Mu Kang sincerely: "Thank you, great talent Mu, I have benefited a lot."

Lin Yan asked Mu Kang curiously: "How did you find the feeling of sticking to your back?"

Mu Kang said casually: "I have already discovered it."

Lin Yan: "I haven't heard you say that."

Mu Kang: "You're just yourself, so there's nothing to say."

Lin Yan took a sip of fruit tea and sighed, "I still don't quite understand."

"You don't need to understand." Mu Kang naturally took Lin Yan's cup, raised his head and drank the remaining fruit tea, and said with a smile, "I can hear your piano sound even if I'm blindfolded, "

Fang Zhimu: "..."

Is Mu Kang sharing a cup with Lin Zhi?

So they're... living together, together, together?

Fang Zhimu, who saw through the essence of the matter at a glance, was so surprised that he forgot to roll his eyes. He returned to the hotel in a trance, hesitated for a while, and clicked on WeChat to send messages to Mu Kang's fox friends to ask about the situation.

The first choice, of course, is Guan Xiao, who looks like he has a gully in his chest, but is actually very cowardly.

- Fang Zhimu: Mu Kang and Lin Zhi live together?

- Guan Xiao: Yes, you went?

- Fang Zhimu: Go.

- Guan Xiao: How is it?

- Fang Zhimu: Very good, they have a very good relationship.

- Guan Xiao: Well, soul mate.

The well-known pianist surnamed Fang and the professor surnamed Guan of the Conservatory of Music are not afraid of the seven-hour time difference, holding a mobile phone together as if they have a tacit understanding.

Fang Zhimu couldn't figure out what the standard of Guan Xiao's so-called "soul mate" was, did it include sex life?

Guan Xiao is not sure how good Fang Zhimu's "relationship is very good" is, and how is it going?Has Lin Zhi succeeded?

"Are they getting married?" This sentence was typed and deleted by the two of them, deleted and retyped, and repeated about eighteen times.

Fang Zhimu hesitated: What if Mu Kang doesn't want to tell others?Then didn't I directly expose his old background?

Guan Xiao was confused: should I ask?What if Fang Zhimu just said something casually?

The two of them thought at the same time: Or... forget it... right?

There has never been the most cowardly, only the more cowardly.

The joint performance between Fang Zhimu and L Group was on the second night, and the concert hall was packed.Although most of the people came for Lin Yan, Fang Zhimu obviously also had a certain fan base. When he and Lin Yan took the stage together, there were a few screams in the audience that Mu Kang had never heard before.

Naturally, Fang Zhimu couldn't master the "back feeling" master playing technique overnight, but Mu Kang could hear the progress, knowing that Fang Zhimu had indeed listened to both his own and Lin Yan's opinions.

The piece comes to the end of the third movement, the piano and the orchestra reproduce the theme with fff unison, and the full emotion in the music sublimates to the climax and enters Coda, until the last stress at the end.

Fang Zhimu grasped the intense jumping chords with his palm, leaped his arms high from the keys, and greeted the thunderous applause happily with his eyes closed.

"Bravo—"

"Bravo!!"

In the concert hall, there was loud shouts and applause one after another, and the performance was very successful.Mu Kang thought proudly: children can be taught.

The pianist smiled and got up to thank the audience. The princely demeanor was still there, but the duration was a bit short. After bowing for a few seconds, Fang Zhimu turned his head and hugged Lin Yan.

Sitting in the VIP seat, Mu Kang could clearly see Fang Zhimu's impatience, and the "children" who had been pleasing to the eye just now immediately became displeased: Student Fang is also hugging too tightly, right?Why are you hugging for so long?Fuck, are you still fucking crying? 30 years old, as for?

You hurry to let me go of him.Mu Kang furiously rushed upwards: Fang Zhimu, or I will kill you.

How could Fang Zhimu hear Mu Kang's silent threats.He was immersed in the emotional emotion of "finally playing a different pull two", and couldn't extricate himself from it. He hugged Lin Yan and cried loudly. The image of the piano prince was greatly reduced, which made the manager in the audience sweat secretly. .

Lin Yan patted Fang Zhimu's back comfortingly: "It's great, congratulations."

Fang Zhimu burst into tears: "Thank you, thank you Lin Zhi..."

Lin Yan said with emotion: "It's all thanks to Mu Kang."

Fang Zhimu froze all over, and suddenly remembered that Mu Dacai, who had a bad temper and was suspected to be the other half of Lin Zhi, was also sitting under the stage. His strong desire to survive brought him back to his soul in an instant, and he was so frightened that he retracted half of his tears, and let it go quickly. Open Lin Yan.

Although the lights on the stage were so bright that the actors should not be able to see the people in the auditorium, Fang Zhimu still captured a trace of murderous aura that was difficult to distinguish between true and false, relying on the mysterious experience gained from being beaten by Mu Kang for many years.

The piano prince walked off the stage with lingering fear, and secretly rolled his eyes behind the audience's back: Fortunately, he was stable at the critical moment, and he recovered a life from the edge of life and death.

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The whole world has sent a round of assists. Please allow me to rest and prepare for the day tomorrow. From the day after tomorrow, this article will rush to the car at a daily pace!

The old played La Er (SergeiRachmaninoff-ThePianoConcertoNo.2inCminor) and the extremely hard-to-play La San (SergeiRachmaninoff-ThePianoConcertoNo.3inDminor) playlist have been missed before. La Er is my version of the male god, and La San male god was not recorded. However, the version of Argerich's beauty period was played.