Wang Feifei perked up and played faster and faster. Her heart was pounding, and He Jing had completely drawn her into the world of the music.
Not to be outdone, Cheng Yi also quickened the pace of plucking the strings, making the zither sound blend with the piano and erhu.
He Jing played with great enthusiasm, and then she remembered the scene of learning the erhu before she transmigrated. The old watch repairman next to her high school asked her, "Do you really want to learn the erhu from me? Not many people like this thing."
He Jing nodded seriously and said, "I want to learn."
The experienced craftsman, wearing a monocle, smiled and said, "Okay, I can teach you."
That was the first time He Jing had experienced the charm of the erhu up close. Before that, she had only vaguely appreciated it through a wall during breaks. She was certain that it was the sound she liked.
The master craftsman thought she was just learning casually and intended to teach her casually, but he never expected that she would learn his skills perfectly.
Later, when the area around her high school was slated for demolition, the old teacher asked her curiously before moving away, "Western music is all the rage now, and so many people are learning piano. Why don't you learn piano?"
He Jing honestly replied, "I can't afford it."
All the money was with her stepmother. The stepmother was afraid that outsiders would say she mistreated her stepdaughter, so she would give her a little living allowance, but it was pitifully little.
The erhu was the first skill she learned to make a living.
Later, thanks to her erhu skills, she was fortunate enough to find a part-time job as a teacher for children who love the erhu, earning her first pot of gold. Then she learned more and more, and became more and more skilled, but she never forgot her original aspiration.
She likes the erhu, that's all.
He Jing closed her eyes, immersed in the beautiful music, and gradually forgot that it was an ensemble. She suddenly slowed down the tempo, allowing the piano and guzheng to once again become the main instruments in the piece.
Wang Feifei felt somewhat lost and helpless. Without the erhu's guidance, she felt as if she had forgotten how to play.
Cheng Yi finally caught her breath and, seeing that He Jing had finally stopped showing off her skills, gritted her teeth and decided to take this opportunity to turn the tide.
She played the guzheng at lightning speed, the clear, resonant notes flowing like a vast ocean, the sound of which was magnificent and powerful. The strings were almost smoking from her playing.
The audience below, bewildered but impressed, exclaimed, "That was incredibly fast! I never imagined the Cheng family's daughter was so capable!"
Shen Qiuyu pursed her lips: "Playing the piano is one thing, but she's practicing the Foshan Shadowless Hand technique here."
Shen Fu also looked at him with newfound respect: "He does indeed have some skill."
There aren't many people who can play the guzheng well, and everyone who can play it to a high level has put in a lot of hard work. It's clear that Cheng Yi put her heart into learning the guzheng.
He Chen remained completely calm, taking a leisurely sip of his drink and chuckling, "Performing and practicing are different. Playing the piano shouldn't be about speed, right?"
Shen Fu was taken aback: "That's true."
If speed alone is enough to prove someone plays well, then everyone would practice playing fast, and there would be no point in focusing on artistry.
He Chen raised an eyebrow again: "Please excuse my ignorance. I don't know anything about musical instruments, I was just saying."
However, some people in the venue had already noticed this problem.
The key is to keep the performance true to the original piece. Although He Jing played the erhu with great passion, she did not stray from its inherent emotional scope. She simply added her own emotions while making up for the shortcomings of both performers.
But the guzheng, which was originally the emotional foundation of this piece, has also become "lively," which is simply outrageous!
Only the piano remains, struggling to maintain the original form of the piece.
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