Yang Jingxing smiled: "Can you be more serious?"

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "It has nothing to do with me."

Although it didn't matter, Qi Qingnuo still moved his limbs and straightened up to a sitting position. He took a drink of water and opened the score, "Piano Concerto in G Major." Today in the 21st century, we are still playing tonal music, and it's a shame that the teachers have the nerve to say so.

Yang Jingxing is good at innovation.

The first page of the score is really too simple, just eight bars of piano, and the second page is the same. There are sixteen consecutive bars of piano, and the score is so gentle and melodious,

After such continuous gentleness, there were no big ups and downs that people had become accustomed to in the past few centuries. Instead, string plucking came in, still softly and with a single rhythm. However, as the plucking progressed, the piano finally began to move.

An obvious melody line.

Qi Qingnuo's ability to read music is very good. When he saw this, he started to raise his eyebrows slightly: "Isn't this plucking...a little childish?"

Yang Jingxing said hard: "That's my intention."

Qi Qingnuo understands the rules of the game: "Don't tell me your intentions, I'll see for myself."

The plucking of the strings continued without any change for several measures. Fortunately, the piano melody became clear during this period, and Qi Qingnuo could even shake his neck and head while reading the music: "It sounds pretty good..."

Finally, the music score indicated that the plucking of the strings was gradually getting heavier, and the piano gradually became more powerful. It seemed that Yang Jingxing could not avoid the cliche. Although the force was not very strong, there was no intention to deliberately entertain the audience.

Then, the plucked strings stopped at the highest point where it seemed impossible to stop, but the piano continued and turned to the bass area quickly, making the melody seem heavy.

The piano suddenly stopped at a place that didn't sound like it would stop. It should have been the effect of silence in the whole place, which lasted for two measures.

Turning to the next page, Qi Qingnuo was so frightened that he threw his head back. This brass unison was going to shock people to death. The combination of the French horn and the trombone had a very strange rhythm, and the melody was not as beautiful as Yang Jingxing's usual.

Qi Qingnuo began to doubt: "It's too descriptive..."

Yang Jingxing encouraged: "Guess."

Qi Qingnuo started to think, and then looked at the back: "It's not like masturbating..."

Yang Jingxing couldn't laugh or cry: "Serious music."

Qi Qingnuo hehe, continue reading: "...Is your piano a supporting role? You might as well write a symphony."

Yang Jingxing said: "It's just a short paragraph."

Qi Qingnuo was too lazy to guess out of thin air: "Just a reminder, just a little bit, the further away the better."

Yang Jingxing said: "Life."

Qi Qingnuo looked into her boyfriend's eyes. After looking at them for two seconds, she opened her eyes wide and pointed at the music score. She almost shouted: "You are giving birth to a baby..." and burst out laughing.

This makes sense, Qi Qingnuo reanalyzed: "...plucking the strings is the heartbeat...the first cry...being surrounded and loved by the whole world..."

There are three movements. The first movement is about the beginning of life and youth, the second movement is naturally about youth and middle age, and the third movement is about old age. It is a very tacky idea, but Qi Qingnuo did not make fun of it too much, because the music still depends on the ear effect.

Neither of them went to the afternoon class. At nearly four o'clock, Qi Qingnuo finally browsed the piano concerto from beginning to end, and seemed to be intoxicated after reading the third movement: "...It's so ideal.

melted."

Yang Jingxing asked: "Is it okay overall?"

Qi Qingnuo chuckled: "I'll change my major."

Yang Jingxing said shamelessly: "Yes, I have learned several folk musical instruments."

Qi Qingnuo chuckled and encouraged: "Very good, you continue to be your good teacher, the great genius of Puyin."

Yang Jingxing was disgusted: "The power of love, otherwise I wouldn't be able to write so fast."

Qi Qingnuo stopped laughing and looked into Yang Jingxing's eyes and said, "I keep my word, and so do you."

Yang Jingxing didn't understand: "What are you talking about?"

Qi Qingnuo frowned and reiterated: "The last time!"

Yang Jingxing was suspicious: "Is it good or bad?"

Qi Qingnuo laughed again: "I'm jealous anyway."

Yang Jingxing was ecstatic: "This is the best praise I have ever heard."

Qi Qingnuo said with a straight face: "No one praises you... I want to listen to you play it for the first time."

Yang Jingxing thought for a moment: "This praise can only be ranked second, and it is still not as powerful as the one just now."

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "When are you going to find Lao He?"

Yang Jingxing said: "He should be here now, accompanying me?"

Qi Qingnuo hesitated for a moment but nodded kindly: "I'll go study."

Now the two of them are holding hands in school, but not many people pay attention to their love. It wasn't until they entered the teacher's office building and the teacher gave him a look that Qi Qingnuo took the initiative to let go.

He Hongchui was not in the office. Yang Jingxing said to wait until tomorrow, but Qi Qingnuo insisted on calling. Qi Qingnuo was right. He Hongchui came back in a few minutes: "Why didn't you say anything in the morning?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I didn't expect the supervisor to be so powerful."
Chapter completed!