Vol 2 Chapter 1270: Carousel

Yao Qiaoqiao heard the old expression of angry: "You are so funny! You know Zhang Yu! Why don't you tell me earlier? If it wasn't for me today, I was still in the dark!"

Zhao Wei heard this and can only helplessly: "Mr. Yao! You are a little misunderstood me! Although Zhang Yuge and my brother are classmates, I actually saw him for the first time. This blames me. Brother! It’s that he doesn’t bring Zhang Yuge to meet me! So you should blame him!

Zhao Zhijun heard this turned into a bitter face, saying: "Please! Can you blame me! Even if I want to bring you to the boss, I have to have time. You think that people are your brother, playing all day long. Games? People are big stars! Every day, domestic and foreign flights, I have not seen you for a few days."
"Hey! You just have a reason." Zhao Yu snorted, and then remembered something, said: "Right! Zhang Yuge! The "Midden Dream" you just played is different from what I played. Already?"
"You didn't hear it?" Zhang Yu showed a strange expression.
"Hey..." Zhao Wei heard this spit out his tongue. Some embarrassed words: "I just listened too much! So I didn't pay attention. Right! Teacher Yao, do you hear it?" Turned to look at Yao Qiaoqiao.
Yao Qiaoqiao smiled and said: "I seem to be a bit different! But I don't know exactly where it is?"
Zhao Wei hurriedly said: "Look! Even Yao teacher can't hear it, I have no more drama. Zhang Yuge! You tell me directly."
Zhang Yu smiled and said: "Well then! In fact, the version you played and mine, mainly due to the change of notes! The rhythm of the notes of this song varies greatly, including four or three. Four four, eight, eight, eight, eight, eighty-two, your scores mark the position and time of some notes incorrectly, and the whole system is wrong. Although the standard bullets are barely audible, but they are Losing the artistic concept that the music itself wants to express also affects the final effect of the music."
Zhao Zhijun certainly listened to the fog, but Yao Qiaoqiao and Zhao Wei heard this secretly.
In particular, Yao Qiaoqiao, in fact, she also felt out, it seems that her classmates' slapsticks feel good when they bounce, but there are always places that feel weird, and there is harmony and coherence in the middle. At first she thought that there was a free emotion in the song! I didn't expect this song to be much more complicated than I imagined.
Zhao Wei strangely said: "Zhang Yu brother! Why do you want to write this song so complicated? Isn't it easy to write? Is it just for pure skill?"
Zhang Yu smiled and said: "Of course not! If it is just a sleek technique, the part of the melody will not be so simple. In fact, from the creation of piano music, this is just a large-span creative approach, although the notes sound. Not complicated, but the requirements for coherence are very high. And the notes must be used in order to have a gradual breakthrough, and it is more natural when spanning octaves. You can also understand it as an alternative variation. !"
"Wow! It's too hard! The CPU in my mind doesn't seem to be enough. Teacher Yao! Can you understand?" Zhao Wei looked at Yao Qiaoqiao.
Yao Qiaoqiao also cleared his throat and said: "Let me play! Let me create, I can't grab more than you."
Zhao Zhijun said: "It's better for me! I don't understand it at all, and I don't have this trouble."
"Hehehehe!" Several people smiled at the same time.
Zhao Wei suddenly said something excited: "Yes, Zhang Yuge! Can you trouble me one thing, can you write down the original song for me, so I can practice it often in the future."
Yao Qiaoqiao heard this, of course, also showed an excited expression, to know that the original composer Zhang Yu's manuscript is definitely a precious baby.
Of course, Zhang Yu will not refuse this small request, smiled and said: "No problem! Is there a blank score here?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Yao Qiaoqiao hurriedly took out a few new blank scores from the bag and handed it to Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yuqi was on the ground directly, and wrote on the bench... Although it was a staff, but Zhang Yu’s speed was also amazing, almost finished in a short time, and turned to Yao Qiao. Skillful.
Yao Qiaoqiao is of course surprised by the speed of Zhang Yu’s writing, but she is more concerned about the true score of
The Wedding in Dreams
, and hurriedly took a look at it... Zhang Yu’s scored scores are quite different from those of his classmates. Moreover, the notes are very beautiful and perfect. If you don't see them, you can't believe that they are handwritten.
Although Yao Qiaoqiao has not played yet, this is the original score of the original author, and the correct rate is 100%. I believe that if I know it by my classmates, I will definitely scare my chin on the ground.
"Wow! Zhang Yuge! Your score is too beautiful to write! The print is not so good-looking." Zhao Wei, who had finished watching it, went to EbookFREE.me~ followed by some excitement: "Too good. After I have this original song, I can practice it again and again. If anyone plays this song in the future, I will say that you are not playing right, hey! I have the original score of the author! Think about it."
"Hehehehe!" The people around him heard this and smiled at the same time.
Zhao Zhijun will look at the time on the mobile phone and said: "Let's go! Let's learn English too!"
"Oh! That's alright!" Zhao Wei nodded and said: "Mr. Yao! The score is first placed on you, you play a bullet, and when you will, teach me again, let's go!"
Yao Qiaoqiao is so happy, and nodded in a hurry, said: "You can rest assured! Teacher Yao will definitely give this song to you!"
"Mr. Yao, you are so good to me! Let's go!" Zhao Yan smiled.
Zhang Yu left the piano room and went downstairs together to the hall of the piano...
But there are a lot of people in the hall now, and there is a person who is playing on the piano in the hall.
"Wow! Someone is playing DuPont's "Carousel"!" Zhao Wei heard this surprised expression, followed by a rush to the piano.
Zhao Zhijun saw a speechless expression, and he could only follow the past... Zhang Yu and Yao Qiaoqiao can only look at the situation with the past.
There is a man sitting in front of the piano in the hall. His hands are flashing on the keys, and the cheerful notes are floating around the hall, attracting everyone here...