Director Yang did not need to rest and continued: "Minuet in G major, dedicated to Yuanyuan fifteen years ago."

He Peiyuan seemed a little disappointed with the program list, but she still exercised her patience and stretched herself to pay attention to it.

However, Yang Jingxing was not as conservative as the opening song. He played a minuet like a butterfly flying freely and lightly. He even improvised a lot of the content of the original song, greatly expanding the narrowness of the original song.

music scene.

It seems that when he reaches a point where he feels complacent, Yang Jingxing will look at the audience's reaction.

He Peiyuan glanced slightly to show that she noticed it, and seemed to think it was okay.

The ending of Yang Jingxing is brand new in content and expression. It seems like a little dancer jumping away lightly. In the last few extremely light notes, Yang Jingxing asked: "Do you have any photos of you dancing as a child?"

Feeling the music, He Peiyuan seemed to be frightened by the human voice. She raised her eyes and nodded instinctively, and then she looked dissatisfied: "So what? I won't show it to you."

Yang Jingxing is of a high level: "As long as you have it, you won't have any regrets."

He Peiyuan looked at her boyfriend for a while before reacting: "My teeth are sore..."

Yang Jingxing continued: "Lullaby, dedicated to Yuanyuan twenty years ago."

He Peiyuan is so funny.

Lullabies are still very pure. He Peiyuan was willing to look into the eyes of the rogue while listening to them. Yang Jingxing Tan was playing and suddenly yawned. Was He Peiyuan's nerves numbed by the music and actually relaxed her vigilance?

Unexpectedly, she was infected by the yawn and opened her mouth. When this girl yawned, her mouth was half-open, which controlled her jaw joint and slightly extended her chin.

Yang Jingxing smiled.

He Peiyuan was angry.

After playing the lullaby in a playful way, Yang Jingxing was puzzled: "Why didn't you fall asleep?"

He Peiyuan rolled her eyes energetically: "What a beautiful thought...Who have you played it for before?"

Yang Jingxing: "One by one."

He Peiyuan nodded, with a slight complaint or a look of regret: "You are coaxing the children to look down on me."

Yang Jingxing explained: "It's just a warm-up. Okay, next is Yang Jingxing's Sonata in D major."

"No." He Peiyuan seemed not to want to hear it anymore and wanted to change her mind: "...I want to listen to "The Bell", isn't it vulgar?" This girl is quite cautious and low-profile when it comes to art.

Yang Jingxing was delighted: "Give me a chance to show off, come on!"

He Peiyuan shook her butt on the stool to adjust her sitting posture.

Yang Jingxing didn't need to think about it, he started directly. At first it was slow and slow with one hand, but soon it was both hands and flying rapidly.

The piano room is not spacious, and although the sound insulation is good, it has no sound-absorbing effect. However, Yang Jingxing's piano is really loud, and the continuous heavy bass played can almost make the human body resonate.

He Peiyuan didn't feel any discomfort at all. She was very focused and almost sat upright. She stared at the keyboard and the performer's hands for a long time, even in a trance. Occasionally she would look at the performer's eyes, but her expression was unbiased, as if she wanted to see the performer's emotions.

Performance.

Yang Jingxing made a few provocative or flirtatious looks, but they were all ignored. Finding that the girl seemed to be completely immersed in the music, the performer stopped playing around.

At the end of the song, Yang Jingxing smiled and greeted the audience.

He Peiyuan put her hands on both sides of the stool to grasp the edge, pursed her lips slightly, and still focused her eyes seriously, but now she was looking at the performer's face, and then she commented: "It's slower than before."

"Have you heard me play it?" Yang Jingxing remembered: "Recording."

He Peiyuan nodded: "They originally made a copy and gave me one by the way. I listened to it casually..."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Is it progress or regression?"

He Peiyuan couldn't say: "...I'm calmer now, but I wasn't panicking before. It's just different. I feel like the tremolo is deeper, and the single notes on my right hand are integrated into it."

Yang Jingxing himself came: "You used to think there were bright spots that were very exciting, but now there seems to be nothing particularly outstanding."

He Peiyuan hesitated and nodded: "I feel this way...but it's not a step back."

Yang Jingxing said shamelessly: "This is the realm."

He Peiyuan smiled, but instead of attacking the sarcasm, she thought again: "Maybe if you think about it after listening to it, you will feel better."

Yang Jingxing said: "I was inspired by Zhang Chujia. She has reached a certain level, but it's a pity... that she has no so-called bright spots."

He Peiyuan nodded, recalling with a bit of recollection and amusement: "I particularly liked "The Bell" when I was in middle school. I don't know why, but it feels clean, neat and free."

The two people now felt so polite and elegant, Yang Jingxing began to analyze: "In fact, the music also puts forward this requirement, it must be smooth and even but also open. In fact, Yuanyuan's statement is more accurate, and I think students can understand it better

accept."

He Peiyuan pouted a little and said with dissatisfaction and suspicion: "You are laughing at me."

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "Really."

He Peiyuan stopped pursuing it and asked, "Have you played this song before going abroad?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "No, I haven't actually played a few pieces of music. I only used a few clips to fool people during lectures."

He Peiyuan regained some doubts: "Can you bluff me?"

Yang Jingxing: "Generally okay."

He Peiyuan started gossiping again: "Then how did Julia bluff that time?"

Yang Jingxing recalled.

He Peiyuan was full of expectations: "Are they bragging?"

Yang Jingxing laughed: "How can they brag?"

He Peiyuan gave the opportunity seriously: "You can say it yourself."

Yang Jing's behavior is difficult: "It's just an exchange lecture, a group of people chatting, there is no focus. Those people in imperial capitalism are full of food and have no domestic pragmatism."

He Peiyuan looked at her boyfriend seriously, then started to pout and frown a little, her eyes slanted down and her eyes darkened: "You are not good to me... you treat me like an outsider."

Ouch, Yang Jingxing suddenly panicked at his girlfriend's aggrieved look: "No...it's been so long that I can't remember. What do you want to know?"

He Peiyuan was still disappointed: "You can say it yourself."

Yang Jingxing wanted to confirm: "Is it the visit to the piano department?"

He Peiyuan looked affirmative and nodded again.

Yang Jingxing recalled: "That time, several teachers arranged lectures, and the response was very good. It was true that I had bragged a little too much before, and many people actually wanted to see my excitement. There were a lot of people there that day..."

He Peiyuan asked: "What are you bragging about?"

Yang Jingxing said: "It is said that I am a piano genius, and I am invincible in the world."

He Peiyuan squinted her eyes: "Shameless."

Yang Jingxing haha: "Yes, many people just want to see how shameless I am... I remember that the first person who asked a question was very rude..."

He Peiyuan's ears were a little deafened by the piano just now. It seemed that she couldn't hear what Yang Jingxing said. She moved her buttocks to shorten the distance, and only half of her buttocks was hanging on the edge of the stool: "Why are you so welcome?"

Yang Jingxing briefly described the situation at that time, trying to be objective and without too much personal emotion. It was basically like this: "Professor Li can't keep it on his face..."

He Peiyuan was worried about the famous teacher: "Then what do you say?"

Yang Jingxing was embarrassed: "I thought I was fighting back at that time."

He Peiyuan was helpless.

Yang Jingxing was more specific: "I told them not to look at this matter with an attitude of entertainment and gossip, but to think from the perspective of a music practitioner..."

He Peiyuan was very serious, and nodded slightly while listening, as if she was reviewing how Director Yang was doing his work.

Yang Jingxing continued to recall.

He Peiyuan listened, but she also stared into the scoundrel's eyes, as if to check whether he was lying, and asked: "What did the students say? Male or female!?"

Yang Jingxing couldn't remember: "It seems to be a man... There are so many people, white and black. I'm face-blind, so I can't remember the class."

He Peiyuan let it go: "Do you still remember? I want to hear it."

Yang Jingxing remembered the song, could play it, and showed it to his girlfriend more.

He Peiyuan still lacks understanding of the cutting-edge piano art and even finds it difficult to accept it. She can only ask: "Do they recognize it?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Yes, I basically agree."

He Peiyuan was suspicious and contemptuous again: "Then they said... they said you played everyone to their hearts content. It's just bragging!"

Yang Jingxing explained: "There is always a process. You can convince someone one by one. It is also a vocational school, and it must at least show the same depth and breadth... But I have shown both."

He Peiyuan finally got what she wanted and laughed, and even got excited: "Shameless, how can you show off?"

Yang Jingxing continued to play.

He Peiyuan continued to listen and heard how the scoundrels were discussing professional knowledge with students and teachers. Although He Peiyuan didn't understand those bullshit, but as a Puyin person, at least it didn't sound like Yang Jingxing had brought shame to his alma mater. He Peiyuan still had a supportive expression: "He

Composition or piano?”

Yang Jingxing had an impression: "I remember studying composition."

He Peiyuan was funny: "The composition department told you about piano? I laughed haha... You are no match for me."

Yang Jingxing laughed: "It's not like they can't communicate. They also studied it, but not as deeply as I did."
To be continued...