The real daughter is also trying to spend money to get rich today (MTL)

Chapter 33

Chapter 33·

    Tang Qian's serial number is 43, and she would rather get the one in the front, otherwise she will always be nervous.

    There was a thin layer of sweat on the palm of her hand, and after wiping it with the paper, it came out again, and she simply pinched it.

    All she focused on in her mind was the sheet music, and she didn't immerse herself in the performance on stage. After all, when she saw the same piano performance, she had to compare it, which would make her even more nervous.

    Tang Qian was immersed in the wandering, and Tang Niannian's eyes swept over, she didn't know it at all.

    It wasn't until the host called her number that she looked down and looked down again. After confirming it, she immediately returned to her senses and got up and went to the stage.

    The soft light illuminated, the piano was placed on the right side of the stage, Tang Qian sat down and took a deep breath.

    She was not in a hurry to play, but was quietly brewing her emotions.

    Song Luo told her that the piano performance should be the second creation of the score, and it is necessary to add personal emotional resonance to move people's hearts, rather than simply copying the score.

    In order to choose the song that made her the most empathetic, Song Luo asked her a lot of questions.

    "The most important thing is to express your inner emotions. For example, have you ever had someone you liked? That kind of heart-pounding, or the bitterness of a crush, or the unspeakable pain of breaking up?"

    Tang Qian shook her head.

    She doesn't seem to have any of these.

    After learning that Tang Qian only had a love for learning, Song Luo: "..."

    He was silent for a few seconds, as if thinking of something, he walked to the piano and played a tune, and asked her, "How do you feel?"

    Ming Lang The brisk theme is like getting up in the morning with the dew, and the weeds are struggling to stick their heads out of the cracks in the stones, desperately stretching out vigorously.

    Tang Qian told the truth.

    Song Luo nodded, "Yes, this is a tune I created when I was under a lot of pressure, my parents wanted me to give up music, and I wanted to stick to it."

    He also told Tang Qian that when playing a piece, he should have a deep understanding of the creative background like this, to understand it, to find a place that resonates with it, and then to extend into his own feelings and express them.

    On the stage, Tang Qian's fingers fell on the black and white keys.

    Although her experience is not the same as Song Luo, the tone of this song is indeed very suitable for her.

    In order to catch up with her learning progress and to be admitted to her favorite university, she also never gave up, and worked tirelessly in the sea of ​​questions late at night.

    The completed test papers and exercise books are piled up one by one, like a hill, and the refills that are completely out of ink after writing are bundled up, and they can be stuffed into most of the drawers.

    Going through that period is like welcoming the bright morning sun after the dark night.

    Teenage dreams are not limited to heartbeats, but never stop to pursue them.