To avoid any trouble on the way back for Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu, who had just caused a sensation at the college,
Gao Zhenyang personally escorted them all the way to the school gate.
Standing at the bustling university entrance, Gao Zhenyang stopped in his tracks.
"Actually, today’s performance was outstanding, but not perfect. The classroom just now was too chaotic, and there were some things I didn’t have the chance to discuss in detail."
Hearing this, Lin Tian immediately perked up to listen.
"For the more cheerful, light-hearted pieces, like ’The Can-Can’, and the ’Concerto No. 6 in C Major’ that I sight-read for you afterward, for pieces like these."
"The two of you have noticeably better emotional expressiveness and grip on the sentiment of these pieces, basically maintaining a very high level throughout. If you ask me, even if you performed at Carnegie Hall in New York, America, it wouldn’t be considered subpar."
After he finished praising, Gao Zhenyang’s tone changed,
"For other types of pieces, however, they lack something—such as those that are sadder, heavier... or those that deal with love, and are sweeter, your emotional tension clearly falls short by quite a bit."
"If it were my students, I would be very satisfied with this level, but for you, Teacher Lin Tian and Teacher Gan Yanyu, I think you should have a greater pursuit in your performance—do you understand what I mean?"
Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu were both listening intently.
And for a moment, both were lost in thought.
Lin Tian probably understood.
What Gao Zhenyang meant was that in the duet they had just played,
for the cheerful pieces, the performance of the two was notably better, far surpassing that of other types of pieces.
Lin Tian felt that the reason was—
Their emotional synchronization on this type of piece was better executed.
Ultimately, it was during the previous creation of ’The Can-Can’.
He and Gan Yanyu both had a blast, and the piece was recorded in an extremely cheerful mood throughout.
Their emotions were highly unified at that moment.
Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu would forever remember that state of "happiness."
When encountering such "happy" pieces again, it was easy for the two’s brainwaves to sync up...
Naturally, such happy emotions could be conveyed to the audience through their music.
Thinking this, Lin Tian looked up at Gan Yanyu.
The young girl’s expression carried a hint of bewilderment and contemplation.
Intuition told Lin Tian.
That what Gan Yanyu was thinking was the same as his.
So how should they make up for the lack of understanding with other emotionally charged pieces?
At this point, Gao Zhenyang’s expression became dreamlike.
He said earnestly yet with a hint of a smile,
"The simplest way to achieve such resonance is to experience it."
"When you can feel the emotion in the music, you can connect more deeply with the work. This kind of resonance allows you to express the piece’s emotions more naturally while performing, and your audience will be able to feel that emotional transmission more profoundly..."
"Resonance, and experience..."
Even with a talent like Gan Yanyu, she seemed to half understand at this moment.
"Yes." Gao Zhenyang emphasized again, "You are still too young. As Mr. Wan said, a musician needs to accumulate experience..."
Those feelings of sadness, grief, regret, loneliness, anger, sweetness...
Every single one of them,
needs to be personally experienced...
Only then can you create the most perfect performance!
"However, as long as you are playing pieces written by Teacher Lin Tian, then there won’t be such worries for Teacher Lin Tian. His resonance with the pieces is definitely not an issue, and it mainly depends on Teacher Gan Yanyu for both of your emotions to be in harmony..."
"That’s where you’re wrong."
Lin Tian quickly interrupted Gao Zhenyang.
...He admitted that at this moment, he was indeed choked up.
After all, he was just a transporter of the tune; to speak of resonance and such was really putting him on the spot.
Seeing Lin Tian’s decisive rebuttal, Gao Zhenyang pondered briefly, then suddenly realized,
"Indeed, after all, being a genius, perhaps when the melody was written, not much thought was given..."
"Alright—I’ll leave it at this, I have a class soon, so I’ll head back first."
"Next week’s concert, both teachers must do your best!"
Finally, Gao Zhenyang bid farewell to the two and left.
Meanwhile, Lin Tian, left behind, was still pondering over the words that Gao Zhenyang had said.
The duet with Gan Yanyu still wasn’t enough because they hadn’t achieved resonance...
And not achieving resonance — is it because their experiences were still lacking?
Lin Tian slapped his forehead.
So, if they, like with "Kangkang Dance", collected all emotions just like that...
Wouldn’t the two of them be invincible?!
Then, later on, I’ll make Gan Yanyu cry.
Would that count as collecting "sadness"?
To deceive Gan Yanyu to the side of a big road, and then walk away, leaving her alone.
That would be "sorrow" and "regret"...
.....The idea seemed genius, but in reality, it seemed impossible.
Because, probably no composer has ever written a piece while being made to cry by someone else.
Lin Tian was still contemplating.
On the other side, Gan Yanyu once again let out a severe cough.
Lin Tian immediately turned his head to see the girl bent over halfway, covering her chest.
Her chest, with rapid breathing, was heaving violently.
Lin Tian quickly approached, his brow furrowed, she seemed much better just a moment ago.
Why did it start again?
"I think it was too tense just now, my chest feels a bit stuffy..."
Gan Yanyu’s voice became very weak.
Her complexion was visibly becoming worse.
"Go to the hospital!"
Lin Tian didn’t waste words, he grabbed Gan Yanyu’s wrist and hailed a taxi from the roadside.
"It’s not necessary... I’ll be alright if I rest at home for a bit!"
Gan Yanyu hastily said.
"No way, to the hospital, your complexion is too awful!"
"I usually have asthma attacks, and it can be , taking some medicine and resting a bit will make it better... Today it is more uncomfortable, probably because these past few days I increased the intensity of exercise, which might have caused some harm..."
"Who allowed you to increase the intensity?!"
Lin Tian’s head buzzed, it exploded.
Asthma patients simply shouldn’t exercise carelessly, and even if they did exercise, it must be under very strict arrangements and supervision.
To increase intensity on one’s own, has she gone mad?!
Gan Yanyu, like a child who did something wrong, lowered her head with a soft and weak voice:
"I...I just wanted... to recover sooner, so I could go to school with you..."