Chapter 335 Let Xiao Gan compose a new song with you
Longqin Cup.
As the most prestigious cello competition in China, held every two years, it adopts an invitation system. Ordinary people cannot sign up directly. There are usually only 2-3 places in each province, which are recommended by the province's music association and cello association.
In addition to the fact that the champions of official provincial competitions can advance directly by default, one or two of the strongest violinists in the province will also be specially invited.
It can be said that this is due to the extremely high entry threshold and the extremely cruel elimination system.
This has ensured that the Longqin Cup has always been among the most recognized in the music industry.
The person who wins the Longqin Cup may not be able to directly be given the title of "the best in China".
But to be the "No. 1 in China", one must have won the Longqin Cup.
This is the status of the Longqin Cup.
Even in this complicated game, Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu had already attracted a lot of attention both inside and outside the stadium before the game even started.
This kind of attention will inevitably put a lot of pressure on both of them.
How to select songs becomes a technical issue.
Although Gan Yanyu has claimed that "she has conquered the stage", Lin Tian still cannot trust her 100%.
It’s not that I don’t trust Gan Yanyu as a person, but I mainly don’t trust her body.
After all, this is the stage of the Longqin Cup, so Lin Tian has to be cautious. If there are any accidents during the performance, he will be eliminated from the preliminary round.
"What song is good?"
At night, Lin Tian sat alone in front of the piano in his apartment, thinking.
This piece of music had to be suitable for Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu to play, but it couldn't be too simple. Moreover, although classical music had to be used, it couldn't be too difficult to understand. The key was that it had to be "pleasant to the ear". "Pleasant to the ear" was very important.
In this competition, it seems that several strong opponents will use pop music.
The biggest advantage of pop music is that the threshold for understanding and aesthetics is extremely low, and most people can easily get the positive and negative feedback they want from music.
Therefore, Lin Tian’s song this time had to be “nice to listen to”, and not the high-end kind of “nice to listen to”, but a song that ordinary young people could also feel was “nice to listen to” at once.
Only in this way can you have the opportunity to compete head-on with other pianists despite your inherent disadvantage.
“.”
It sounds good, it sounds good, it sounds good. Lin Tian himself was almost dizzy with these two words.
But it is not enough to just sound good, the music must also have the profound connotation of ancient music, otherwise Gan Yanyu would not be able to bring out her performance advantages.
What song should I use?
Lin Tian, who has always been busy with his creations, sometimes didn't know what song to choose.
“Ding Dong~Ding Dong~”
Just at this moment, the doorbell of the apartment rang.
It's so late, who else is here?
Lin Tian felt a little confused. Soon, he heard the sound of entering a password and the door lock opened by itself.
Gan Yanyu walked in wearing a thin black suspender nightgown and slippers, holding a plate in her hand.
"Wow, Lin Tian, it's so late, you're still practicing the piano?"
“I’m writing music.”
"Thanks for your hard work."
Gan Yanyu placed a plate on the table, which contained a plate of freshly washed cherry tomatoes.
"I just bought some at the fruit store downstairs. I thought they were delicious, so I washed a plate for you."
"It's easy to open the combination lock."
Lin Tian couldn't help but complain.
"Oh, I'm worried that it might be inconvenient for you, Lin Tian, so you don't have to come over to open the door."
"Is it possible? If I'm really inconvenienced, you shouldn't come in."
“Yes.”
Gan Yanyu revealed a wise look.
Lin Tian felt helpless and amused.
He began to miss Gan Yanyu, whom he had just met.
At that time, Gan Yanyu took off her shoes and asked, and sat on the sofa before asking. Both of them were very reserved.
At that time, Gan Yanyu was still very thin, and Lin Tian felt guilty just by imagining the obscene content.
Now he wishes he could imagine the bridal chamber play ten times every day.
"Is this the song for the competition? Where did you end up writing it?"
Gan Yanyu leaned over and picked up a small tomato and moved it to Lin Tian's mouth. Lin Tian cooperated and opened his mouth and bit off the tomato.
"Haven't you written yet?" Gan Yanyu saw a blank notebook.
Lin Tian has always had the habit of writing music scores by hand first and then organizing them on the computer.
If you haven't put anything on the notebook, it means you really haven't started writing at all.
"Have you reached a bottleneck?"
Gan Yanyu asked.
"yes."
Lin Tian scratched his head, looking embarrassed.
In fact, it is not quite accurate to call it a “bottleneck”.
Lin Tian has a whole library of music in the world to support him. If he insists on writing, he will definitely find a song that meets his requirements.
However, because it is the first game of the Longqin Cup, Lin Tian hopes to find a "more suitable" song.
"What kind of bottleneck is that? Tell me about it."
Gan Yanyu moved a chair over from the side and sat next to Lin Tian.
Lin Tian looked at her, somewhat surprised.
“Although I haven’t studied composition and don’t really understand it, I think there are many things in common between performance and composition.”
Gan Yanyu raised her index finger seriously.
"Maybe, Lin Tian, tell me about it, I might have some good ideas."
Looking at Lin Tian, he still had a dazed expression.
Gan Yanyu's voice then softened, and she added, "I can't always let you bear the pressure of composing alone."
Gan Yanyu looked into Lin Tian's eyes cautiously, with a hint of guilt in her eyes.
When he thought about how late it was, even at this point, Lin Tian was still worrying about the song they were about to perform on stage.
Gan Yanyu felt very frustrated because she just went downstairs to buy some fruit.
Eat, eat, eat, you idiot Yan Yu, you only know how to eat!
Lin Tian is working overtime here, how can you have the nerve to eat? If you want to eat, it should be Lin Tian who eats! Thinking of this, Gan Yanyu bit his lip, grabbed a tomato and stuffed it into Lin Tian's mouth.
After Lin Tian finished eating one, she stuffed another one into his mouth. She kept putting the tomatoes into Lin Tian's mouth like this.
One after another.
Until Lin Tian's mouth was stuffed full, he felt dizzy and kept waving his hands to ask Gan Yanyu to stop.
The girl then stopped.
"You don't want to eat?"
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"I can't eat anymore."
“Sweet?”
"sweet!"
“.”
Gan Yanyu's expression then relaxed slightly.
Looking at Gan Yanyu, Lin Tian was speechless for a moment, not understanding what this girl was thinking.
However, the reason why he was stunned just now was because Gan Yanyu said that she wanted to conceive with him, and he didn't know how to respond! Because, his "composition" was not like that of ordinary composers who wrote it bit by bit based on inspiration.
His main feature is to blast out all at once.
Once he found a tune in his mind, he could write it all out in one breath.
That's what porters do.
"So, Lin Tian, what are you worried about?"
Gan Yanyu asked.
“.”
Lin Tian thought about it seriously for a while.
He turned and asked Gan Yanyu a question: "Teacher Gan, the Longqin Cup is about to begin. How do you feel now?"
“What does this have to do with it?”
"Yes, brother, yes."
"Okay."
Although she felt strange about Lin Tian suddenly calling her "brother", she still poked her lips and thought seriously.
Then the girl said sincerely,
"Very happy, right?"
"What kind of happiness?"
Lin Tianwen, "There are many kinds of happiness, including 'feeling happy because I'm one step closer to the Cole Cup', and 'feeling happy because I can compete with the best pianist in the country'."
“Both.”
Gan Yanyu said, "But the happiest thing is that I'm here on the stage of the Longqin Cup."
"The stage of the Longqin Cup?"
"Yes, Baijing International Concert Hall!"
Gan Yanyu said with a smile, "Didn't you take pictures of me yesterday? The pictures there."
As he spoke, Gan Yanyu stood up from the chair and paced back and forth in the room.
"When I was in the UK, I often had a dream that I was standing on the stage of the Baijing Concert Hall, and I dreamed that I was standing on the stage and performing for the audience who loved music and cello."
"It's great! Actually, Lin Tian, I still feel it's a little unreal. I actually came to Baijing, and really came to Baijing International Concert Hall. I will perform there soon."
As Gan Yanyu spoke, her steps became lighter.
She stood on tiptoe and walked forward. After a few steps, she turned around and smiled at Lin Tian, "If...if I can enter the finals and really stand on that highest stage to perform, then even if I lose there, there will be no regrets, right?"
“.”
Seeing such a smile, Lin Tian was stunned.
Yes, this has always been Gan Yanyu’s wish.
Standing on the stage of their dreams and performing the same music is also the dream of many musicians.
However, the "stage" mentioned by Gan Yanyu here has two meanings.
The first meaning of "stage" is the physical "Baijing International Concert Hall". This magnificent and sacred hall is the dream place for many musicians.
The "stage" in another sense is an abstract one, which represents "the showdown among the top cellists in China" - that is, the "finals" in Gan Yanyu's words.
As a cellist.
Being able to stand on the stage that determines who can represent China's cellists and perform.
No matter what, that performance will become the brightest star in my memory.
No matter how many performances I perform in the future or how many songs I play.
I will never forget the final of the Longqin Cup that day.
This has always been Gan Yanyu’s dream.
Stand on the "highest" stage and spread your music to the world.
Therefore, we must enter the finals no matter what!
For Gan Yanyu.
This is not only the charm of classical music, but also the charm of the Baijing International Concert Hall. Thinking of this, Lin Tian had a flash of inspiration.
Got it!
Lin Tian immediately wrote down the name of the song in his notebook.
“The Blue Danube.”
(End of this chapter)