Chapter 81: Performance (1/2)

Tang Jinyu played a music called ”Tarantella”, and his concentration was no different from that of playing a game.

(Note- Tarantella– a song about a spider)

But he was not so nervous anymore, because he was playing for his brother this time, so he didn’t have to worry about his ranking, as long as he finishes playing, he will get applause and a big compliment he has heard from throughout his childhood.

When the child thought of this, his eyes curled up into a smile unconsciously.

His arms were relaxed, and the first joints of his fingers were still very firm and firmly on the keys. After a few high keys, a string of cheerful musical notes flowed out like clouds and water. The child’s fingertips felt natural on the keys, his wrists were flexible and relaxed, his fingers were strong, and they bounced on the black and white keys with ease.

This was a piece made by Liszt. Playing this master’s music pays more attention to skill display. The moment Tang Jinyu sat there and started to play the piano, the venue was quiet, and no one needed to speak, use their eyes, and ears, to know that the little boy on the stage played very well.

Because even a layman can understand the two most superficial words he expressed-proficiency.

When Tang Jinyu sat on the piano bench, it seemed that the whole person and the piano merged into a whole. He felt that it was not a whim. At first glance, it was the result of hard work and hard practice for years.

Xia Ye was also looking at the little guy playing in front of him. He didn't understand music, but he understood the child's diligence.

It's not just the piano, the little guy in his family has been learning musical instruments since he was five years old. He learned all kinds of things in his hands, and every single time he would then seriously. For others, this was learning, but for his brother, it was the same as eating and drinking water. It was an exercise that the little guy must do every day to restore his body flexibility.

The little guy in his family is very obedient, and he listens to whatever the adults tell him to do. He has never cried out. He even saw that the little guy was sweating, but he looked up with a smile, as if it were an instinct, and not from what he was suffering from.

Xia Ye couldn't understand, but there were people on the sides could understand.

From the beginning, when they heard this tune, they felt that the rhythm while playing was a little slow, because this tune was more difficult and it tests the control of the technique, and then looking up at the little boy in front of the piano. They guessed that since he was still a little boy that he would make a mistake. After all, it was a genre of dazzling performance, but it was indeed difficult to force a little student to do too much.

But afterwards, they found that this is what the child playing in front of them intended to do. He consolidated his skills and used his own speed to run in every note. This was not just to show off his skills, but it was to promote his feelings through music, and play his feelings he wants to express with a calm and rigorous attitude.

The tuner from the previous musical instrument shop didn't leave either. He enjoyed listening on the side very much. From time to time, he looked at the child in front and shook his head with emotion. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that sitting in front was a calm young player, It was so peaceful.

Tang Jinyu finished playing a song in a Buddhist way. He didn't know what the adults thought. He just honestly followed teacher Xia's teaching and regarded every competition as an extra opportunity to practice piano, and he cherished it.

When the last note was played, Xia Ye took the lead in applauding. He knew this, since he has heard the little guy play the piano many times before at home. When Tang Jinyu finished his performance, his right hand would rise a little bit, and he would subconsciously raise his head—this was a small habit to look for him.

Other people in the courtyard also applauded along.

Tang Jinyu got off the piano bench and bowed respectfully. He was also very skilled in this process just like in the competition.

Xia Ye went to pick him up, and the little guy ran over and hugged him, then went back to his room and changed his clothes. When we got to the corner of the stairs, and saw that no one was there. He hugged Xia Ye arm on his tiptoes, like he was playing on a swing, looking up and looking forward: ”Brother, did I play well?”

”Not bad.”

”Yay~”