"Dear teachers, I listened to the performances of the teachers below. To be honest, I was very dissatisfied. The pitch, techniques, etc. of the teachers' performances are very professional, but one thing is actually very messy to me and has no sense of layering."

Ye Mingxuan spoke seriously with the microphone, and the discussions from the audience became more and more.

"I have listened carefully below. The teachers played this song with passion, but I want to tell them that the song is not only passionate, but also sadness, hope, and finally the surging that breaks through the darkness."

Ye Mingxuan looked at the teacher playing the piano and continued, "In terms of piano, we have always been moving forward with the erhu. Can we express the erhu? This song is used to express the erhu. I hope that all teachers will remember this clearly. If the erhu cannot be prominent, it will be a failure."

"Xiaoxuan, I have also tried using the erhu throughout the whole period, and supplemented with other instruments, but the effect is not good." Mr. Su said with a frown.

"Mr. Su, the erhu doesn't need to be full of the whole paragraph, it just needs to be interspersed in the middle, and there are a few solos." Ye Mingxuan explained.

"I still don't understand, Xiaoxuan, you have some time." Mr. Su thought about it for a while and said, "It's just that you need to rehearse, you are the real master."

"Okay." Ye Mingxuan nodded and took out his erhu from the instrument box.

Mr. Su is the master of Erhu, and he can tell at a glance that Ye Mingxuan’s Erhu is not simple: “Xiaoxuan, this Erhu is old, right?”

Ye Mingxuan nodded, without giving any details, and now is not the time to talk about this.

Sitting in the original position of Mr. Su, Ye Mingxuan said to the teacher who was playing the piano: "The piano should not be high in the prelude part, the sound should be light and crisp, and the same is true for cello violins."

Pointing to a paragraph in the score, explaining: "Here, start from here, here, here"

The door of the rehearsal hall was pushed open, and Ye Mingxuan was a little displeased. Just as he was about to continue, Old Ye happily pulled the person to introduce to Ye Mingxuan: "Xiaoxuan, this is Xiaolang, pianist. Xiaolang, this is Xiaoxuan."

"Xiaoxuan, we have interacted on mediocre things. Your piano is very good, and you have time to communicate." Xiaolang's attitude was very low and very humble. Although he was older than Ye Mingxuan, his social status was also higher than Ye Mingxuan.

"Hello, Brother Lang, I am Ye Mingxuan, you are an expert in piano." As the saying goes, people don't hit people with smiles. They have a higher status than you, older than you, and have such a good attitude, which makes it difficult for Ye Mingxuan to feel disgusted.

"Okay, Xiaolang, since you are back, I'm relieved. Come on the piano, right? We Xiaoxuan is very dissatisfied!" Mr. Su said humorously.

"Okay, then I'll do it?" Xiaolang said after saying that, looking at the pianist before. He nodded and said, "Xiaoxuan, wait until I get familiar with the score."

Xiaolang became more and more excited as he watched the score, and his passionate expression came to his face. "Xiaoxuan, is this really our own score? This song is great."

Ye Mingxuan nodded.

Xiaolang couldn't wait to start playing, and at first there were some problems with the wrong playing and rhythm. As time went by, Xiaolang's playing had approached perfection.

"Brother Lang, how about a contest between piano and erhu?" The professionals are different. After listening to Xiao Lang's performance, Ye Mingxuan couldn't wait to cooperate with him.

"Okay, it's all the solo?" Xiaolang had heard of this young erhu and suona, so he didn't dare to underestimate him.

Mr. Su, Mr. Ye and Shi Haishan were all excited. The rare competition between top masters can still represent Western pianos and erhus that represent traditional folk music.

Both of them sat down with a serious expression. After they were ready, they nodded and signaled.

The piano performance makes the music look passionate overall, but Ye Mingxuan's erhu is more tragic than it is, and has a sense of historical heaviness.

When the two finished performing, the teachers of the symphony orchestra at the scene had already recognized Ye Mingxuan.

"This young man is really amazing. I didn't expect this song to be played like this."

"Who said no? After listening to his and Xiaolang's performance, I realized that what he said was without layering is really without layering."

"The two of them have their own advantages in their performance, I have to admire them."

Everyone was talking, but this time it was praise, but before it was distrust.

Old Ye took the lead and applauded, and everyone also applauded.

Mr. Su pressed his hand and said, "Everyone listened to Xiaoxuan's performance just now. Do you know what Xiaoxuan wants?"

"knew."

"Then let's do it again as a whole." Old Su said while the iron was hot.

"Brother Lang, since you play the piano part, you can only feel wronged. This song mainly expresses the erhu, so the piano can only be the accompaniment consonant part." Ye Mingxuan said apologetically to Xiaolang.

"It's okay, tell me how I should cooperate?" Xiaolang said gently.

"Brother Lang, the prelude of this song, the piano sound should be lowered. On the basis of playing just now, the cello and violin should keep up with the rhythm of the piano, and the same is true for the same. "Brother Lang, here is the first climax part of the song. If you want to be excited and add drum beats, you will definitely show a passionate feeling. After this section, it will be a low point. I will add the erhu in this section. The piano sound must fall back and then climb with the erhu, just like the expectation before dawn, and then the high that cuts through the darkness, you must have a grand and grand feeling. The middle part basically belongs to the erhu. The tone of other instruments must be lowered, and the drum sound will make a heavy feeling. Come on, let's do it first."

As the rehearsal began, Ye Mingxuan's command was constantly changing.

"Brother Lang, the main part is my erhu and your piano, so your pianist has always been there. It is not that it is gone in the low part, but that it is low and there must be a crisp place. The crisp place is the beginning of the climax. Be sure to pay attention."

"The drumbeat teacher has made the erhu and piano. The drum beat is the command point, and the drum hammer is the baton. Our performance has no command, so you must grasp this rhythm well."

With the adjustments and improvements, the performance of the entire song became better and better. Until the final form of the performance was determined, everyone cheered.

Only Ye Mingxuan was still thinking, feeling that he had forgotten something, frowned and said nothing.

"Xiao Xuan, what's wrong? I feel that the current version has reached its peak, and there is basically no improvement." Xiao Lang looked at Ye Mingxuan and said in consolation.

"Brother Lang, it's not a problem with musical instruments, but I always feel that something is missing." Ye Mingxuan said with a frown.

"It's not a problem with the instrument? That's a problem with the human being? Everyone's performance is very good. I think there is nothing wrong with it." Xiaolang was even more puzzled.

"Yes, Brother Lang, yes, yes, yes, that's human, Brother Lang, you're great. We have lost the harmony part, the harmony part is the communication between people and songs." Ye Mingxuan excitedly grabbed Xiaolang's hand and said.

"Yes, why didn't I expect such a simple truth?" Xiaolang also said excitedly. The symphony harmony part is also very important.

"Old Ye, call quickly and ask everyone in the harmony part to come over. Put down other rehearsals first. This song must be foolproof." Old Su said anxiously, holding Old Ye's hand.

"Old Su, don't worry." Old Ye turned to Ye Mingxuan and asked, "What kind of harmony does Xiaoxuan need?"

"Sother the soprano but you have to whisper." Ye Mingxuan thought about it for a while and said.

"Okay." He said and started calling.

…

afternoon

Old Ye brought the young talents who attended the exchange meeting into the symphony hall. Ye Mingxuan and Xiaolang followed Ye on the left and right. Old Ye told the two of them that they were not careful. In fact, it was mainly what he said to Ye Mingxuan. Xiaolang already had a lot of performance experience and had been here several times.

"You must pay attention to your appearance when performing tomorrow, and don't leave a bad impression on your international friends. Also, no matter how unhappy you are with musicians from other countries, you must hold back and not lose your composure. Even if you face their provocations, don't lose your grace."

The old man Ye who did not perform today introduced him to the audience. Ye Mingxuan and Xiaolang sat together, and the position was quite forward. It can be seen that Mr. Ye attaches great importance to Ye Mingxuan.

After everyone sat down, Mr. Ye went to the backstage to cheer for those who had performances. At this time, some young people in the backstage were already excited and unable to control themselves, and a considerable number of them were nervous and at a loss. Mr. Ye must calm these people down and not affect today's performance. Even if today is just the opening performance, it is not very important.

At this time, the entire studio was full of seats except for some specific locations. It was roughly obvious that there were hundreds of media seats, most of which were domestic, and of course there were many international media, but they were all small media.

Everyone sat down and talked quietly, the young people looked at the studio excitedly, while the older musicians whispered to the side.

The Beijing Symphony Hall is the largest and best-performing symphony hall in China. It has 1,6 audience seats and 100 media seats, which is an important occasion to meet with international friends.

"Brother Lang, aren't symphony orchestras from other countries here?" A symphony orchestra ranges from dozens to hundreds of people. In so many countries, the audience is definitely not enough to sit in this area.

"Xiaoxuan, what are you thinking? This is a music exchange meeting, not a symphony competition. I guess only your staky is performed in the form of a symphony. The others are basically one-on-one instrument competitions." Xiaolang shook his head with a smile and explained.

"Then how can we compete in folk music? These international musicians and rookies don't know this!" Ye Mingxuan became more and more confused about Xiaolang's explanation.

"How is that possible? Don't participate in niche instruments as you say? To put it bluntly, as long as you think you can beat the piano, it's okay if you use the guqin to hit the piano." This little brother is quite interesting. Every country has its own national instrument. According to him, if other countries do not know what to do, they can't play?

Ye Mingxuan nodded to show that he understood.

"Xiaoxuan, look at the media area, do you think it's very grand?" Xiaolang smiled a little meaningful.

"Yes, there are too many media." Ye Mingxuan nodded. More than a hundred media outlets were crowded with people, machines next to machines, and cameras were densely set up in front.

"Most of these media today are not qualified to come in tomorrow. Look at the one next to you, there are only seven or eight media outlets, all of which are top domestic and foreign media, and most of the top media will enter tomorrow."

"It's true that China TV Station, Penguin News, Xinlang News, why don't you see the provincial TV media?"

"The provincial satellite TV stations have to broadcast China TV. No matter whether they come or not, the Chinese TV station has the final say on how to broadcast it. They can't write it by themselves. What's the use of coming? Online media is much better. Basically, as long as it is not too exaggerated, no one says anything." Xiaolang explained patiently.

"Xiaoxuan, there are a few hard bones to be eaten tomorrow. There are many master-level pianos. Xiaodi can't come. We both may have to play the stage. Not only solo, but there may be a big melee. Everyone plays a song at the same time, and each of them has several radio microphones. It is obvious that whoever misses the sound and makes the wrong tune back is obvious. Of course, this may not necessarily be available. It depends on the situation. If your wild bee flying skills are simply competing, it should be OK, but if it comes from the depth of the work, the wild bee flying is not enough." Xiaolang paused and sighed.

"We have too few piano music and epic symphony, or even none. This is why Mr. Ye likes you so much. Strictly speaking, staky is the only song. This is why everyone is willing to hand over such an important burden to you. We have been playing other people's songs over the years."

"Where is Liang Zhu?"

"Liang Zhu! Xiaoxuan, you are also a master of music. Don't deceive yourself. Liang Zhu is a concerto, and you can only say it is unsatisfactory in the symphony." Xiaolang said helplessly.

Liang Zhu's song is top-notch whether it is played on the violin alone or other erhu solos, but the adapted concerto is not as good as a professional symphony.

Ye Mingxuan nodded, hesitated for a while, and said, "Actually, I still have a song."

"And?" Xiaolang asked in surprise, then pointed: "Yes, it's normal for your music to have your own music. But it's unlikely to be like Sstaky. Some piano masters can't make such a song in their entire lives."

Xiaolang shook his head and laughed at himself. Isn’t that the same thing about him? He was named one of the top ten contemporary pianists by the media, which made him feel guilty that he didn’t even have a piano piece of his own.

Ye Mingxuan didn’t care either. Who said that another song was worse than the starry sky?

"I won't talk about this anymore, Xiaoxuan, have you seen the young man over there?" Xiaolang signaled with his eyes and pointed at a blonde foreign handsome guy. "Daniel, you are about the same age as you, only twenty-eight years old, a talented pianist in Beixiong, with a higher world ranking than me. I don't have confidence in facing him."

Xiaolang rubbed his eyebrows and thought for a while and said, "Xiaoxuan, if you have confidence, if he provokes tomorrow, I hope you can go up and hold on. I don't want to lose, and we can't lose."

It seems that tomorrow's international synchronous live broadcast did put a lot of pressure on Xiaolang. He only has one place in the world and his skills are not much different. If it were normal, Xiaolang would definitely not retreat. Even if he lost, he would not retreat. But tomorrow is different and he can't afford to lose.

"It is said that he will play a new song tomorrow, composed by his teacher. Several foreign pianist friends said that it is definitely a classic song." Xiaolang, who rubbed his eyebrows, said with a headache. If Xiaoxuan didn't use erhu to play staky, he would be confident to use this song to compete with the other party.

I told Ye Mingxuan that this was just because of the huge pressure and wanted to talk about it, but did not really withdraw Ye Mingxuan from the thunder.

"Brother Lang, didn't I say it? I still have a song." Ye Mingxuan emphasized helplessly. With a world cultural treasure, he was fearless. His nervousness was only aimed at the person who was coming tomorrow, and his identity was too exaggerated.

"How is it compared to the starry sky?" Xiaolang looked at Ye Mingxuan expectingly, hoping that Ye Mingxuan would say the answer he was thinking about.

"It should be quite good." Ye Mingxuan nodded and said.

"It's great. If you go to fight him tomorrow, I'm not afraid of others. Except for him, other people who are ranked higher than me cannot participate." Xiaolang said excitedly.

"If I really need it tomorrow, I will definitely come on." Ye Mingxuan thought about it, and it should be fine.
Chapter completed!