Rachmaninoff's *Piano Concerto No. 3* embodies the most resilient Russian spirit and imnse vitality.
This piece doesn't require exquisite piano techniques but demands an ironclad will and extraordinary physical strength.
This piece is referred to as the "Elephant Concerto," symbolizing its size and weight. A famous music scholar once described playing it as being physically equivalent to "shoveling ten tons of coal," highlighting its difficulty.
Moreover, an Australian pianist experienced a ntal breakdown after playing this piece, showcasing the emotional impact it possesses!
Rachmaninoff said that only Horowitz could interpret this piano concerto well.
If soone learning piano boasts about being able to play *Piano Concerto No. 3*, please give them a slap to wake them up.
And right now, Jiang Siming is playing exactly this piece.
The prelude matches perfectly, without missing a beat.
The female teacher listens intently; the earlier sections are relatively simple, so it's normal for soone to play them.
However, this piece becos increasingly strenuous as it progresses, like a person initially equipped for battle who gradually finds themselves weighed down by lead weights, making each step heavier. Eventually, it becos a struggle even to move, leading to exhaustion and abandonnt of the performance.
But as she continues to listen, Jiang Siming's playing remains steady; he has unknowingly reached the middle section.
This is already the limit for the female teacher herself; she struggles to play smoothly here, breathing heavily and sweating, her fingers feeling like they've been filled with rcury, becoming increasingly painful.
Yet, Jiang Siming seems completely unaffected by this burden; his playing flows as smoothly and rapidly as before.
The heavy yet vibrant notes fill the piano room, and although the children may not understand the piece, they are captivated by it, sitting quietly and attentively.
The teacher's heart feels heavy, resonating with the emotions conveyed in the music, as if she sees Pavel Korchagin from *How the Steel Was Tempered*.
As a youth, he participated in the revolution, fighting fiercely against the enemy, leaving him covered in scars. After the war, he worked tirelessly until paralyzed and blind. He once contemplated suicide out of despair, but ultimately overca unimaginable difficulties through his tenacious will.
At that ti, Russians were greatly influenced by this book, which indirectly accelerated the developnt of the industrial revolution in Russia. Many were inspired by this book to cultivate a strong fighting spirit.
The spirit expressed by this piece is the sa as that conveyed in the book: a spirit and fighting will as strong as steel.
In the blink of an eye, the final segnt arrives.
Yet, Jiang Siming shows no signs of stopping; his fingers are like ten tireless robots, oblivious to fatigue.
As he reaches the final section, the female teacher suddenly sheds tears of emotion.
It isn't until the music ends that she realizes her lapse in composure and quickly turns to wipe her tears.
Jiang Siming has already stood up from his seat, smiling as he says to her, "Are you satisfied?"
The teacher, her face glowing with admiration, responds, "I lacked the insight; I didn't expect you to master *Rach 3*. I thought you were just a stranger wandering into the school."
"It's fine. You're just being responsible for your students; that's understandable. I'll take my leave now." Jiang Siming, feeling a bit guilty, tries to slip away, worried he might reveal a flaw.
"I don't even know your na yet," the teacher smiles at Jiang Siming. "I'm Yin Zhirou, the piano teacher for the second-year students."
"I'm Jiang Daming. Miss Yin, I hope we can chat more next ti. I won't hold you up from continuing your class; I'll be going now."
Using a pseudonym when out is a necessary skill.
"Okay, take care, Teacher Jiang." Yin Zhirou smiles, revealing an adorable dimple that makes hearts flutter.
Just as Jiang Siming steps out the door, the classroom suddenly fills with the children's anxious shouts.
"Teacher, teacher!"
"Teacher, what's wrong?"
"It looks like the teacher has fainted! Call 120!"
"Teacher, please don't scare us! Boohoo…"
…
Jiang Siming turns back in confusion, noticing that Yin Zhirou, who seed perfectly fine monts ago, is now unconscious on the floor. The children are frantically calling for her, but she shows no signs of response.
Sothing's gone wrong!
Jiang Siming quickly turns back into the classroom.
"Children, step back!" he says anxiously.
"Dad, you're not thinking of taking advantage of my teacher, are you?" Zhao Xiaoxiao whispers to him.
Jiang Siming gives her a light smack on the head in annoyance.
Seeing 'Teacher Jiang' arrive, the other students imdiately obediently clear a path.
Jiang Siming took two steps in three and squatted beside Yin Zhirou, lifting her eyelid to check and feeling her pulse.
"Does your teacher Yin have a heart condition?" Jiang Siming asked.
At that mont, a familiar little face leaned over and replied, "Yes, Teacher. Our teacher Yin has ntioned that her heart isn't good."
"People with heart problems usually carry their dication with them," Jiang Siming said, imdiately pressing on Yin Zhirou's pocket.
The pocket connected to her thigh, and Jiang Siming unintentionally touched the female teacher's leg, but he pretended it didn't happen.
There was no dication in her pocket, so Jiang Siming said to the students, "Go find Teacher Yin's bag; the dicine might be in there."
The students obediently went to look for the bag while Jiang Siming began to perform…
Don't misunderstand; it wasn't anything inappropriate.
Just so professional cardiopulmonary resuscitation techniques, although he had to press on her chest.
At this mont, Jiang Siming didn't care much about that; he completely "ignored" the softness in front of Yin Zhirou's chest.
Yes, he completely ignored it; really, he was an upright doctor!
He waited until the children brought back Yin Zhirou's bag, and indeed, he found a bottle of heart dication inside.
Jiang Siming imdiately gave it to her; the dicine dissolved on contact, so he didn't need to use "other" thods to administer it.
After giving her the dicine, Jiang Siming held Yin Zhirou's finger and used a hairpin from a girl student to prick the tip of her finger.
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As soon as Yin Zhirou opened her eyes, she found herself lying in Jiang Siming's arms, his face less than half a ter away from hers, resembling lovers nestled together.
Before Yin Zhirou could move, Jiang Siming imdiately let her go, sighing in relief as he said:
"Teacher Yin, you should carry your dication with you if you have a heart condition; it's too dangerous to do otherwise."
Yin Zhirou then realized, feeling embarrassed as she said, "I ca in a rush today and left my bag in the office."
"You need to be more careful. It seems like other teachers from the school are coming; I'll take my leave now. Goodbye."
Jiang Siming finished speaking and walked away without looking back. Yin Zhirou wanted to keep him, but as soon as he stepped out the door, he disappeared from sight.
"Kids, can anyone tell
what just happened?"
Yin Zhirou asked, puzzled. Normally, when she had an episode without dication, she would need to stay in the hospital for several days to regain consciousness.
How was she awake so quickly today?
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