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What is the dream of floating clouds?
This is a song adapted by the teacher.
According to the teacher, my solo is the finishing touch of this piece of music and is particularly important.
It is like a tranquil and illusory mood, just like white clouds floating slowly in the sky, bringing with it a distant and ethereal dream.
The melody of the movement is light and flowing, full of gentle ups and downs, and carrying uncertain and distant thoughts.
Quiet, ethereal, gentle, and distant.
Matsumae Shinharu closed his eyes and distilled these words in his mind.
She was wondering what this feeling was like to be described by these four words?
"Could it be that!"
My thoughts became deeper and deeper, and my emotions became heavier and heavier.
Until a shadow suddenly appeared in her mind. The impression directly impacted the girl's mind, and even her back couldn't help but tremble slightly. She thought of it, she thought of a shadow.
Quiet, ethereal, gentle, and distant.
Isn’t this the snowy day when my mother took me out when I was a child?
My mother held my hand and took me for a walk in the snow towards the shrine on the mountain.
The snowy scene was peaceful, surrounded by pine trees, the sound of the mountain bells was ethereal, the surrounding temperature was freezing, but my mother's hand was extremely warm. She held my hand and kept moving forward. Keep moving forward.
At that time, I didn't have to think about anything. I just needed to stay by my mother's side, holding her hand and occasionally looking up to see her heading towards the top of the mountain.
This feeling is hard to describe, but it really makes Songqian feel warm and joyful.
She kept this feeling in her heart, and while everyone was taking a break after practice, she set up her violin, picked up the bow, and started playing in the corner.
The dynamics of the movement gradually increase from soft pianissimo to mezzo forte, like floating clouds, sometimes thin and sometimes thick.
This delicate change in dynamics makes the music quite layered.
Suddenly, music started playing in the conference room, causing the students who were taking a break and chatting nearby to look over immediately.
Even Akai Muko and Fujii Itsuki at the top looked over.
Although everyone present had heard Matsumae Shinharu's solo performance many times, the same music at this time had an extra sense of wonder, as if they had heard it before, yet also as if they had not heard it before.
I know this is Matsumae Shinchun in "Blue Sky Waltz"
But this feeling is indeed something I have never heard of before!
The experience was quite amazing.
Just as everyone was immersed in Matsumae Shinharu's performance, she put down the bow and looked at Fujii Itsuki:
"Teacher, I can do it now."
"Are you sure?" Fujii Itsuki put down the music score in his hand and asked back.
"Ah."
"Well, everyone, get ready. We'll play it again and try to get it right. Then we'll take a break and prepare for tomorrow's competition."
"Yes--!"
The Jubei Wind Ensemble responded collectively, stretching out and raising their voices.
Matsumae Shinchun sat in the position of principal violinist and took a deep breath. She felt many of her classmates' eyes were focused on her.
Come on!
She encouraged herself in this way.
Fujii Itsuki waved his baton and the music slowly began to play from the beginning.
First came Jiuhuayue’s solo, with a brisk and bright rhythm.
While Matsumae Shinharu followed her tune, she was also quietly waiting for her own solo part.
At this time, the feeling in my heart has not disappeared, and the image of my mother holding my hand and walking in the snow still appears in my mind.
That peaceful, ethereal, gentle and distant feeling filled her thoughts.
Music enters
She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the sound of the piano.
Light and transparent, soft and smooth, like clouds and mist.
As the movement progresses, the timbre gradually thickens, and the music seems like clouds gathering in the sky, sometimes bright and sometimes hazy.
Fujii Itsuki's eyes lit up.
Akai Muzi's eyes also lit up.
The other students who were quietly listening to her solo were also enlightened.
If they weren't required to keep quiet when others were playing, they would all want to discuss with the people around them how amazing Matsumae Shinharu's opening performance was!
At this moment, in everyone's eyes, she was not just playing notes, but telling a story about snow, about memories, and about longing.
In the classroom, everyone held their breath and listened carefully to her solo.
The strings seem to touch everyone's heart, and the music is like a gentle breeze caressing people's hearts, straight into the dream of floating clouds!
The last note ends softly like floating clouds dissipating in the sky, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
"it's beautiful!"
When the solo ended, Akai Muzi clapped her hands and even couldn't help shouting out loud.
The other students couldn't help but whisper to each other. Everyone knew that Matsumae Shinchun was playing the same piece as in the past practice, but they never expected that it could be played like this. So how did she play it?
How can one have such a meticulous feeling?
Everyone has deep doubts, but no one knows the answer.
But it is precisely because I don’t know that I am even more shocked.
Xinchun's appearance is just like the music she plays, so gentle, so friendly, and so desirable.
So, when Matsumae Shinharu put down her violin, all the students in the wind orchestra in the practice room couldn't help but applaud her.
Bang bang bang.
For a moment, there was applause.
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Matsumae Shinharu put down her violin and bowed to everyone in the practice room to express her gratitude.
It was the first time for her to feel such a sense of almost lucid pleasure while playing, and she immediately turned her gaze to the person at the top.
And at this moment someone was smiling and applauding her solo just now.
His lips moved slightly, and Matsumae Shinchun could tell from lip reading that the teacher was saying: Passed.
Matsumae Shinchun raised her chin slightly, feeling proud for the first time.
On the last night of the competition, Fujii Itsuki let everyone finish the class early and also treated everyone to a delicious meal.
As a teacher, I can’t help but remind students at the banquet not to eat too much today and to work harder tomorrow.
Everyone responded in unison: "OK~~"
After the fight, Fujii Itsuki felt that the enthusiasm of his students in the wind orchestra continued to rise.
Everyone was united and there were no more differences as at the beginning.
Fujii Itsuki was lying in the bedroom chatting with Matsumae Shinharu on the phone.
“It was a good afternoon.”
[Teacher, how long did you practice to achieve this result?]
"You mean you practiced this specifically?"
[Um. ]
“Never practiced.”
Matsumae Shinchun held her phone, her face illuminated by the screen, facing the words sent by Fujii Itsuki, and she felt a little envious, "I am not as talented as my teacher. I started practicing the year before my mother passed away. It has been almost 10 years."
"What did Xinchun think of the violin in the past?"
[The violin. I started playing the violin because of my mother. More importantly, it is a longing for my mother. I hope to be like her and play the songs that my mother likes.]
"It's the same for me," Fujii Itsuki typed back, "but I feel more grateful, and every time I play, I try to look for past experiences and think about whether I have any stories that fit the style of the song, and naturally substitute them into it.
"Xinchun, you performed very well today. Just keep up the momentum. Sooner or later, you will become famous."
[Like a teacher?]
"Me? I'm just an unknown person."
[The teacher is being modest.]
Matsumae Shinharu smiled and put the phone beside her, supporting herself with her hands on both sides, stretching her legs under her pleated skirt on the bed, then she picked them up again and buried her head in them.
Her mind is now filled with the teacher's praise for her.
Very good, very good, passed
This feeling is really wonderful.
I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.
On the other end of the phone, Fujii Itsuki was about to turn off the phone screen when he suddenly noticed that Jiuhuayue was staring at him.
This gave him a fright.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Jiu Huayue half lowered her eyes.
"Anxious? Are you?"
"Yes!"
Jiu Huayue had just taken a shower in the bathroom in his room. She was wet all over, her skin was white and pink, and she was still steaming.
I don’t know if she is just careless or what, doing this in a hotel or in a place with only two people.