The physical education teacher blew a whistle, blowing away the chaotic emotions hidden in the wind in the afternoon.
Xie Lan took the things and walked back with everyone. There was a cool breeze on the tree-lined path. Dou Sheng asked with a smile, "How many views have been made?"
"More than 400,000 yuan." Xie Lan said, "It's better than the elephant."
"I've said it before, you are a rising star in the music industry, your brilliance is unmatched."
As Dou Sheng spoke, he stretched his hands in a rising motion, waving his slender white fingers in the light. He stretched them above his head and gently patted the drooping branches of the sycamore tree.
The leaves rustled, and Xie Lan couldn't help but look up, but was dazzled by the bright light and felt a little dizzy.
Che Ziming pulled a few people and said, "Hey, tomorrow is Liu Yixuan's birthday, should we give her a gift?"
Dai You shook his head. "I don't think it's a good idea to give a girl a gift. Dancing together will be a gift."
Yu Fei looked very unhappy, "You're right, you have something to do with her, okay?"
Che Ziming immediately retorted, "You don't want to send it? Master, if anyone in our class has a birthday, why don't you send them a gift?"
Yu Fei choked and said irritably, "I have used up all my pocket money recently, so I won't send you anything."
Che Ziming was shocked: "Your tons of pocket money will also run out one day? What did you buy?"
Yu Fei was upset and pushed him, "You're buying a big item and you still ask me how crazy it is."
Xie Lan did not join their discussion. He was checking his private message list. Many people came to tell him that he had caught the attention of Aze from the music section.
Xie Lan casually flipped through Aze's updates. It turned out that someone on a forum leaked that they had fought for a business and Aze had lost. He guessed that Aze's video a few days ago was deliberately blocking Xie Lan. A few minutes ago, Aze reposted a video from two days ago, with the caption: "Old ups won't make things difficult for newcomers. Besides, everyone has their own strengths in art. I'm Xie Lan_em. The atmosphere of brothers is amazing. I just want to continue to be a technical expert. /Hold"
The fans below praised Aze for being magnanimous. Xie Lan found this passage strange. If it was written on a Chinese test paper and asked to analyze the deeper meaning, he might even answer something like "first praise and then criticize" or "irony".
I scrolled down and found that someone agreed.
- A six-year-old fan said that the child does not understand romance, he only knows how to improve his piano skills, and he challenged the entire site to accept the result.
-It is useless to pretend. Playing the violin is hard work. Technique is king.
-Xiaoshengky, the hblood played by someone in the first live broadcast was an imitation of a YouTube god. Aze also imitated it, but someone changed the multiple variations of the climax S-level difficulty. I guess it’s still impossible to control it.
"Ha." Xie Lan couldn't help but sneer, "Who said that my skills were not good?"
Dou Sheng came over, "What?"
"Nothing." Xie Lan typed a notice with a cold face, "I will practice the piano live at night when I go back."
Dou Sheng was wondering when Che Ziming tugged at him again, "What about you? Will you give me a gift?"
Dou Sheng retracted his gaze upon hearing this and yawned lazily, "No, I just bought something big, I'm poor."
Big item
Xie Lan asked curiously, "Big items mean they are expensive. What did you buy?"
Dou Sheng paused for a moment, raised his head and drank half a bottle of mineral water, and said vaguely: "Nothing."
Um
Xie Lan glanced at him subconsciously, but he was holding the water bottle, tilting his head back and continuing to gulp down the water.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but it feels like I’m hiding something.
There is no evening self-study during the two days of adjustment, and students living in the dormitory can go to school as a day. After 6 o'clock, the school campus is full of people.
The music Liu Yixuan chose for the home dance was "Love Dance". Several people had studied it during the break. The body movements were very simple, but a few main movements were a bit difficult. They needed to practice them well on their own at home tonight and practice together tomorrow.
As Xie Lan walked towards the school gate, all kinds of claws were flying around in his peripheral vision. Che Ming followed suit even though he was not invited. Dai You followed with a smile. Even Yu Fei was rarely serious and was fiddling with his two clumsy legs.
There was a heaviness on my shoulders, and someone was hanging on me again.
Xie Lan was choking for a moment, "Aren't you in a good mood now?"
"I think I sprained my ankle again while playing basketball today." Dou Sheng said as he limped and sighed worriedly.
Xie Lan glanced at his feet. The injury was hidden by his pants, but he could not see it. However, he could hear the low hissing sound that seemed to be suppressed deliberately. It certainly did not sound fake.
He couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay? Let's go to the hospital?"
"No, it will be fine in two days."
Dou Sheng rubbed his forehead against his shoulder, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "There's a move in this dance where you swing your hips in a circle, which is a bit embarrassing. Luckily, in the formation Liu Yixuan drew, I stood in the back row."
Xie Lan’s head buzzed.
He subconsciously clicked on the several formation pictures Liu Yixuan had sent to the group. In the section with the hip-swinging movement, he stood in front of Dou Sheng.
Xie Lan heard the sound of her soul smoking, and after a long while, she forced herself to calm down and said, "It's hard for her to do this movement because of the pain in her feet. Suggest her to change it."
“No.” Dou Sheng rejected it immediately, and whispered behind him, “I’ll just watch you learn from me.”
Xie Lan: “!”
Because of this simple sentence, Xie Lan's consciousness was scattered all the way.
Zhao Wenying was rarely at home, so she cooked dinner herself. However, Xie Lan ate in silence, looking anxious from head to toe.
Zhao Wenying kept picking up food for him, "What's wrong with Lanlan?"
"It's okay." Xie Lan tried hard to suppress the despair in his heart, "Aunt Zhao, I'll practice the piano live later, and there will be some sound."
Zhao Wenying smiled and said, "That's great. I'll put on a facial mask and listen downstairs."
"Thank you, Aunt Zhao."
It was not until he returned to the room and picked up the violin again that Xie Lan's flustered mood finally settled down. He had indeed not played a difficult piece of music for a long time, but fortunately he had recovered a little during this period, so he took advantage of the time to practice for two hours before the broadcast to get his feeling back.
At 9:30 in the evening, Xie Lan was about to start the show. Dou Sheng leaned against his door and said with a smile, "This is the first time I see you in combat mode."
Xie Lan looked indifferent, "His fans are implying that my skills are not good enough. As a violinist, I cannot stand hearing that."
Dou Sheng chuckled, "Where did you learn these words? Do you know their meaning?"
"With your fans."
Dou Sheng laughed so hard that he coughed. He walked over and touched his head, "You've been led astray."
Xie Lan choked, "Can you please stop touching me? I'm about to start broadcasting."
Dou Sheng immediately raised his hands and walked out, "Okay, okay, I just want to remind you that Aze is likely to come to your live broadcast room. He has a large fan base, so try to be patient. If you really can't help it, call me. I'm good at quarreling."
"Um."
Xie Lan waited for him to leave, adjusted the camera position, and picked up the piano.
Dou Sheng may have a misunderstanding. The friction between the ups in the music section does not need to be resolved by quarreling. One song is enough to determine the winner.
The number of viewers of the live broadcast soared rapidly, faster than any previous live broadcast.
After an afternoon, the news of this live broadcast had spread in the music area. Xie Lan casually checked the system notifications and saw that several familiar ups had come in from the music area alone. These ups had a tacit understanding and first brushed a wave of gifts when they entered the live broadcast room to get the speech effect. Aze also came and brushed the gifts to the first place in a proper manner.
The barrage of comments is flying.
-Wow, what a big plate of noodles, there are so many people!
-Xie Lan, I think you look familiar. I also play the violin.
-Can you share your thoughts on composing the song
-Aze fans just come here to eat some melon seeds and don't talk
- Follow Azelai
The live broadcast room was filled with such chaos for the first time. Xie Lan fans, Aze fans, other ups and passers-by were basically split 30-30. Xie Lan was scanning the barrage when the system suddenly sounded a prompt. The most handsome man in the world, Dou_dm, appeared from the sky. A series of gift effects instantly killed the screen, suppressing countless people in the past and sitting at the top of the list.
Xie Lan couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, and subconsciously looked next door.
You said you were going to buy something big but now you have no money left
-Hahaha, is Lanzai staring at beans
-Wuwuwu, the big cat is here to give the second cat some support
-Thank you via kdl
-Tonight, Rush, ya Lanzi
Xie Lan retracted his gaze, "First, let me play a piece of hblood. Well, I revised it based on the creators on the external network. Let's listen to it."
- You are here to challenge me.
- Fight! Fight!
-But the difficulty of your adaptation has been reduced, right
-How can we compare if we are not at the same starting line
-Speechless, can someone's fans be a little polite
Aze spoke with special effects: Wow, a little excited
Xie Lan glanced coldly at his fancy special effects and started playing the piano.
You fake fan, I hope you can be excited to the end.
With a flick of the bow, the barrage of music quieted down a little. Xie Lan calmed his mind, brought his emotions into the strings, and played the melody he was familiar with.
In the corner of his eye, Aze was constantly praising him with his abrupt exclusive special effects.
-It really feels good.
- Everyone please be quiet, it's not polite
- It's good to concentrate on listening to other people's performance
-This part is also good. I hope we can discuss it later.
Xie Lan continued to play with an expressionless face. He cut a few of the preparatory sections at the beginning and soon reached the S-level difficulty variation before the climax.
Xie Lan gathered his mind and focused on the bow and strings. His arm was tense, and a clear and elastic upstroke suddenly poured out from the strings. The force of each note was precise and the rhythm was superb. The bow and the rapid movements of the left hand were perfectly coordinated. Some high-pitched notes climbed to the top quickly, and the right wrist suddenly turned, and the left hand climbed down from the high position, repeatedly changing, manipulating the audience's heart like a life-threatening move, pulling it closer and throwing it away. His wrist and fingers coordinated flexibly and lightly, and he played dozens of notes with one bow, and continued to change without stopping, and then bowed to the end, straight to the heart, and every note was like pearls.
A certain annoying special effects barrage disappeared, and instead other up special effects filled the screen, followed by ordinary barrages like a wall.
-Fuck, there are variations? There are variations? There are variations
- I'm dead after throwing the bow
-Dad, do you think my kneeling posture is correct
-To be able to play the bow to this level, it is not only hard work, but also the nerves, muscles, and innate reactions that have to keep up. This is a gift from God.
Xie Lan's expression became increasingly cold and focused. The continuous variations were as natural as playing an ordinary scale. The connection between the flying bow, the paused bow and the thrown bow was extremely smooth. The climb before the climax of hblood was staggered into four sections, constantly jumping up and down, but the whole thing gradually climbed to the peak - he threw the sound with one bow, hovering at a high position, pausing for a moment and quickly cutting back to the main melody, low and gentle, rendering a touch of sadness faint and long-lasting, and then abruptly retracted the bow.
The barrage of comments exploded, but this time there were no strange people or strange words anymore.
-What is a skill
-Also, what is a skill
-My son makes his mother proud!
- The outsider was stunned
-You are dumber than you are on the outside
-No, Xie Lan is sure she is not at the professional performance level
Xie Lan put down the piano and rubbed his aching collarbone. In the camera, the young man's slender fingertips pressed on a red spot and spun it. After a short break, he set up the piano again and said calmly, "I'm done with the warm-up. Today I'm going to dub a Tom and Jerry. The power of this animation lies in the music's effect on the plot... uh... all... all uh..."
My brain got stuck unexpectedly.
From the next room, Dou Sheng shouted, "Interpretation!!"
Xie Lan's ears began to burn again. He hastily glanced at the wall of comments that were like "hahahahaha", cleared his throat and whispered, "Well, interpretation. I don't use this word very often, sorry."
He paused and continued to explain: "If you observe carefully, you will find that many actions in Tom and Jerry... uh, weight, height, size, no, can't say size, anyway... and the visual feedback of Tom and Jerry's reactions are all through music... uh..."
-Hahahahahahaha I laughed so hard I vomited
-Don't be anxious, baby. Speak slowly.
-Your previous writing skills were pretty good, right
-As expected, the qin is the real body. When the real body comes, it is difficult for people to maintain their IQ
Xie Lan was a little desperate, and said in a muffled voice: "My writing is pretty good, but I'm not used to using writing to describe this kind of thing."
He quickly explained in a low voice the meaning of a few sentences in English. The cat and mouse animation is an everlasting classic and has won many Oscar nominations. Music has made an indelible contribution to it. The exaggerated violence and extreme humor of the animation are inseparable from the achievements of music.
- I don't understand. I'm so soft.
- Damn, this is the first time I hear Lanzai speak English
-British accent yyds!!!
-Lanzai, say a few more words!!
Dou Sheng next door was laughing the whole time, his laughter coming through the wall. Xie Lan was speechless and sighed, "I'm starting."
He glanced at the barrage a few more times, and Aze and his fans seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, and the barrage was harmonious.
But Xie Lan instinctively felt that Aze would not be willing to leave and must still be watching.
People who understand music naturally know the technical difficulty of dubbing Tom and Jerry.
Xie Lan used Dou Sheng's iPad to play a 3-minute cat-and-mouse excerpt, which only had piano accompaniment and an incomplete violin part.
He had practiced this passage for a long time before, and used it as a self-benchmark to test himself during rehabilitation almost every other period, so he had already memorized it.
Xie Lan drew his bow and paused, "I'm starting."
As soon as the opening melody of the film started, the audience began to watch "DNA is moving". This is a famous scene where Jerry, with the help of the little yellow bird, plays a trick on Tom. Xie Lan is fully focused and interprets the several reversals of the two camps vividly.
Tom made wings out of curtains. Xie Lan showed his determination to win with a cheerful waltz, until Tom grabbed Jerry in the air and flew. The tension of the music kept rising, and then a long note suddenly appeared - a turning point appeared. The little yellow bird grabbed the wing lace behind Tom. Xie Lan bowed sideways, letting the scales jump one by one, simulating the sound of the lace gradually falling out of the hole. Then Tom quickly dropped down. He changed the tone of the piano, quickly swung the bow and quickly pulled to a sharp high note, paused, and Tom fell on the tree with a thump, splitting the tree in half. Xie Lan bowed sideways and pulled directly at the end of the string, making a sawing sound -
The comments were full of energy, and the scene switched to Jerry and the little yellow bird jumping onto a train to escape, and the piano music ended happily.
In just three minutes, Xie Lan was already sweating a little. He took two breaths and put down the piano.
- Kneel down to Lan
- Kneel down to Lan
- Kneel down to Lan
-Hall-level imitation!
- I can't say they are very similar, I can only say they are exactly the same.
- In? Don't lie to me with the original film.
Xie Lan sighed and smiled, "Let's stop here for today. I have something else to do, so I need to get ready."
- Run after pulling?
-Won’t the new champion give some victory speeches
- I'm dying of laughter. Someone hasn't made any sound for a while.
- As if in an empty ring
-Does your face hurt
-Does the sound of Tom being slapped while hanging on the railing sound familiar to you
-Why bother to provoke me with your bad mouth
-Congratulations on awakening the sleeping beast Lan
Xie Lan waited for several minutes and finally saw a special effects barrage from Aze.
Been taught a lesson
After he posted this, the popularity of his live broadcast room suddenly dropped by 20% to 30%. It is estimated that his fans have left.
Xie Lan was waiting for these three words, and said calmly: "I've been a little busy recently, see you in the next video."
He finished streaming, hung up his computer, cleaned and wiped the piano, put it back in its case, and collapsed on the bed.
After waiting for a while, I checked the status again and found that Aze had deleted the sarcastic status from the afternoon.
Xie Lan snorted and threw the phone away.
How long has it been since you felt such a strong desire to win
I can't remember. He used to be very competitive in the symphony orchestra. The orchestra of Winchester Public School was full of talent. If he hadn't been competitive, he wouldn't have been able to sit in the first violin position in just half a year.
However, he did not expect that he would return to his former state and regain the passion to reach the top before returning home.
Xie Lan heaved a long sigh, and suddenly heard a meow at the door. He looked up and saw Dou Sheng pushing open the half-closed door.
Dou Sheng let Wutong in. Maybe it was because of the light in the room, but the smile in his black eyes was very gentle, with a hint of emotion that Xie Lan couldn't describe.
"Thank you for your hard work." He said these three words lightly after a long time.
Xie Lan pulled himself together and sat up from the bed, raising his eyebrows with some pride, "Are you not as good as me?"
Dou Sheng paused after hearing this, and put the cocoa milk on his bedside table, "I got it."
He walked over and lifted up the violin case on Xie Lan's bed, then stood carefully in his old position in the corner and said casually, "I've said it before, it won't be long before the top spot in the music section will be replaced. This is not a matter of atmosphere or technical skills. You are very special, you know."
Xie Lan's heart suddenly became silent for a moment.
The light was so warm, he looked at Dou Sheng's faint gaze, but was speechless.
In fact, more than once, he had a momentary illusion that Dou Sheng was too gentle to him. Some of the things he said seemed to be a little more subtle than the boundaries of friends and partners.
A boy in Xie Lan's class during high school was also suddenly very gentle to him, but this boy was deeply in love, and it seemed as if a layer of gentle filter was added when he spoke to everyone around him.
After Dou Sheng returned to the room, Xie Lan went to take a shower, memorized the movements of "Love Dance" and then turned on the light.
He lay on the bed, feeling a little restless. After turning over several times, he finally opened Dou Sheng's portrait with a darker pink color.
-You're sick: The restaurant is closed today.
Within a few seconds, a reply popped up in the dialog box.
-Doctor Bean: Doctor Bean welcomes you, what’s the matter
Xie Lan hesitated for a moment, then typed slowly: Is the person you like a celebrity or someone around you
This time, Dou Sheng was silent for a long time. Xie Lan's phone was so hot from being clenched, but he finally got two replies.
-Doctor Douzi: Someone close to me. A little famous, but definitely not as famous as a star.
-Doctor Douzi: Actually, I feel a little itchy. Maybe... it will come soon.
Xie Lan was stunned, and subconsciously asked immediately: "Soon? Are you going to confess?"
-Doctor Douzi: Yes. I am preparing it.
Xie Lan's mind was confused, and he subconsciously pressed the lock screen, but did not put down the phone.
My heart suddenly felt cold, down to my fingertips. The happiness I had just felt from winning the competition was gone. I was left holding the phone in the dark room, feeling a little empty.
After a long while, he turned on the screen again, and with his fingertips somewhat stiffly typed a few words - Best wishes.
What a good metaphor the car clearly is. Everyone is a sour person. No matter how brilliant they are in their areas of expertise, there will always be someone who is sour.
He hesitated for a long time, but finally pressed send in a panic and immediately stuffed the phone under his pillow.
I didn't sleep much that night.
On the way to school the next day, Xie Lan looked like an immortal. Dou Sheng limped on him at first, but later, seeing that he looked listless, he felt embarrassed to press him hard.
After walking into the classroom, Dou Sheng finally asked, "Are you suffering from insomnia? Or are you sick?"
Xie Lan pushed him away dejectedly, "I don't have insomnia."
"What's wrong?" Dou Sheng asked from behind, "Are you having a fever? Let me feel your forehead."
Xie Lan ignored him and went straight into the classroom.
Something was wrong with the class this morning. Normally, this would be the time when the class representatives would collect homework and everyone would have breakfast in a lively atmosphere, but today it was very quiet.
Everyone's attention was focused on Liu Yixuan's seat near the center of the class.
Today is Liu Yixuan's birthday. There are several greeting cards and a few small gifts on the table, but the most eye-catching thing is the huge snow-white box placed on her chair.
Liu Yixuan herself stood in front of the box, stunned.
Che Ziming was at the forefront of the crowd, "Who sent this? Open it and let me see!"
Dong Shuijing was even more excited than Liu Yixuan herself: "I don't know! I just accompanied her to pick up the package!"
"Oh—it was sent by mail."
"What the hell are you pretending to be?"
"Hurry up and take off the croissant! The bell will ring soon."
Xie Lan was not interested in these. He walked past the crowd of students and was about to return to his seat when he suddenly stopped.
For some unknown reason, he turned his head and secretly glanced at Liu Yixuan opening the box.
The matte gift box was slowly opened, and the gorgeous moon-white and pearl-red Hanfu lay quietly in the box. The embroidery, silk, and gauze were so exquisite that even if it was not displayed, just a glance was enough to show its preciousness.
Dong Shuijing was stunned, and after a long while she couldn't believe it, she asked, "Is this the item you said in your post that you bought for the video but couldn't bear to part with?"
Several girls around were so excited that they burst into tears. Mao Lengxue said excitedly, "It must be several thousand!"
"Definitely." Another said: "The texture of this material is amazing."
Liu Yixuan was also dumbfounded. She subconsciously turned her head and looked around. "Who sent this? I, I can't do this... Who sent this? Can you send me a WeChat message?"
The whole class was in an uproar. The only indifferent people in the classroom were Xie Lan and Yu Fei, who was often lying on the table in the distance with his face invisible.
Xie Lan glanced at the beautiful Hanfu again.
Look at the silky material. Does it look like someone's 180-count JK uniform
Dou Sheng was among the crowd, watching with great interest. While watching, he glanced at Yu Fei, who was pretending to be dead in the corner, with a knowing look on his face.
After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, but inexplicably felt a chill on his face, as if he was being stared at by some angry little animal.
He raised his eyes and was stunned.
Xie Lan turned his head in front and was looking at him quietly.
Dou Sheng: “?”