The performance has begun!
This opening overtone is extrely contradictory, with a discomforting sensation that sends shivers down one’s spine.
However, after a brief discord, this feeling strikes the heart with imnse impact.
The entire audience imdiately expressed their astonishnt.
"What a great instrunt!"
Fengye couldn’t help but stand up,
"The na of this piece is... ’Chromagram Sonata’—what does it an?"
"I understand!"
Zhu Ye said,
"Did you hear the overtone sound produced by the G string just now... Doesn’t it sound like painting?"
"Painting...?"
Fengye had never heard such a fresh concept before, he listened carefully again.
Grainy overtones seeped from the cello box — this is not the standard pronunciation thod at all.
The intermittent short tones gradually shaped... As if a pencil sketching plaster statue on sketch paper.
"Sketching?"
"Yes!"
Zhu Ye exclaid excitedly,
"Doesn’t this expressiveness exactly resemble a sketch?!"
...
Lin Tian, who was watching all this in the lounge, also slightly opened his eyes following the rhythm of the music.
Unexpectedly.
Nannali could one day exhibit such expressiveness.
Is she still the Nannali he knew?
Just at this mont, Lin Tian suddenly heard so commotion outside the door.
He stood up in confusion and went to open the door.
In the next second, Gan Yanyu directly rushed into his arms.
Making a sound of utmost grievance.
"Lin Tian....."
"Ah... Ah?"
Lin Tian was dumbfounded, he hurriedly supported Gan Yanyu.
The girl stared with her tearful eyes, crying like a pear blossom in the rain, it seed she had been at the door for quite a while.
"I just said a lot of nonsense... hurt Nannali....."
Gan Yanyu lay on Lin Tian’s shoulder, rubbing her tears onto his shirt.
"No... is it?"
Lin Tian was sowhat at a loss by this scene.
Hurt Nannali?
To speak of it, weren’t his words harsher earlier?
"You talked earlier?"
"Yes, in the hallway...."
Gan Yanyu still looked extrely aggrieved,
"Although at the end I said I would watch her match properly, just now she was made so sad by , I’m also feeling awful, Lin Tian....."
"Mr. Gan....."
Lin Tian carefully said,
"I think you need to take a look at the screen."
Gan Yanyu was slightly startled, raised her head, and looked at the large screen.
At this mont!
Nannali sat at the center of the stage, head lowered, passionately playing the cello.
The blonde girl’s lips were always slightly upturned.
She smiled, with overwhelming montum.
The music, with this montum, was forceful and deeply touched the hearts of all listeners.
Such an unbelievably creative sound!
"Amazing... So amazing." Gan Yanyu murmured.
....
Nannali played the cello.
At this mont, she had never felt so elated!
Indeed,
No more incomprehensible, unfathomable things.
Just as Lin Tian said, don’t think too much, just perform, that’s all.
She had always wanted, truly wanted to try.
Attempt to paint within music, painting a beautiful scene.
Can it be understood?
Can it be conveyed?
Nannali wasn’t certain, but she knew Gan Yanyu would definitely understand.
Only because, the instinctive rejection of music inside.
She couldn’t manage to oppose the things she disliked with things she liked together.
But in that mont earlier, Nannali figured it out.
She didn’t actually hate music; she has always just hated that woman!
It’s like a saying goes.
Students will always hate a subject because of a teacher.
But there’s always a mont when students truly look back and realize.
Perhaps, it wasn’t that annoying.....
As for the existence of that woman.
Doesn’t matter!
Anyway, Gan Yanyu is watching!
If she is watching, it’s enough!
Thinking of this.
Nannali smiled even more radiantly.
The music, following this, entered the second movent!
Nannali suddenly flipped the bow and pierced her fingertip with the silver tail pin.
As blood dripped into the rosin, the D string vibrated with Prussian blue ripples.
The girl’s left hand crazily glissandoed on the fingerboard, flaxen strands of hair swung out arcs of cobalt yellow and madder red.
"Watercolor painting!!"
Zhu Ye exclaid in awe.
"Damn damn damn, too aweso! Teacher Nannali!!"
Fengye couldn’t hold back any longer, repeatedly expressing traditional praises at the comntary desk,
"I have never seen such expressiveness... How on earth does she do it?!"
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