Chapter four hundred and eighty-four at the palace-level concert
Alderaan is eighty years old.
Basically, you don't have many years left to live in this world.
When I was young, I stayed in the Vatican for many years and received the baptism of music there. I have my own personal opinions on religious music and medieval movements.
Later, after experiencing World War II, joining the army, and seeing too many life, separation, and death, my understanding of music gradually sublimated from the most basic melody and historical evolution to life.
Later, he retired and served as the honorary president of the Royal Academy of Music. He served as president for many years. He wrote countless popular and hall-level music and brought out many famous students who are currently active in the music circle.
He officially retired at the age of fifteen and moved to Vienna to devote himself to the study of Western classical music and the arrangement of court symphonies. In the early 1980s, based on his insights over the years, he composed a piece of music known as the second national anthem of Italy.
"Song of Ledo" was praised by countless people...
But later, this old man disappeared from everyone's sight. I could only occasionally hear some stories about him from some authoritative music media. I only know that this old man has never seen the beginning of the dragon, and is still concentrating on research.
But no one could have imagined that this old man would actually appear in the auditorium of the Royal Opera House in Vienna. He was dressed simply like an audience obsessed with music. He was as ordinary as a mess. He didn't say hello to anyone, and he was even rehearsing.
He was sitting in the corner the whole time, and Barros never recognized who this old man was...
"Ah, yes, sir..."
"Thanks."
The sun has already set, and the sky in the distance is showing a bit of red clouds. A bit of hazy fog has thickened outside the window, making the view vast and dim.
Barros watched as Alderaan caught up with Zhou Yang. Then, he saw Zhou Yang take out his notebook and hesitated for a moment before finally handing it to the old man.
He saw the old man looking at the notebook in a daze, his hands shaking as he looked at it, and he wanted to make a sound in his throat, but after a long pause, he reluctantly handed the notebook to Zhou Yang, and after talking to Zhou Yang
After chatting for a while with Yang, he watched Zhou Yang leave the theater.
After Zhou Yang left, Barros looked at Alderaan and let out a long sigh, with extremely complicated emotions: "That was simply a work of God. I seemed to have come to the Middle Ages, and saw those who were in trouble.
The great musicians who are still working hard and composing music with their lives, I even feel that they are talking to me, chatting about some extremely long past events."
Barros heard Alderaan's involuntary praise.
He finally walked towards Alderaan and stepped forward respectfully to say hello.
He respects Alderaan.
Many years ago, he was one of the students in the college. He was lucky enough to listen to the old man's music lessons. That music lesson was of great help to his life and fundamentally laid the foundation for his music path.
Looking back many years later, Barros still feels that he has benefited a lot...
When Aldran heard Barros, he turned his head, his eyes were a little cloudy, and he seemed a little unfamiliar with Barros. After recalling it for a long time, he never recalled this student who had taken his class at the conservatory. Even though this
The student now has an extraordinary position in the music circle and is very famous as well.
these years……
He doesn't pay attention to the situation outside the music industry at all. Apart from three meals a day and sleeping and going to the toilet, he spends the rest of his time studying music, which is completely messy.
Burrows suddenly felt a strong sense of loss. He followed the teacher and talked about his current achievements...
But the teacher still shook his head: "I haven't paid attention to the changes of this era for more than ten years, or decades. Sometimes after walking out of the yard, I feel inexplicable fear. There are rows of streets, and I don't know where to go.
This world seems to remind me that I don’t feel like a person from this world anymore..."
Aldran appeared a little apologetic, and not long after, a middle-aged man hurried over, asked about Aldran's situation with concern, and asked his servants to help Aldran immediately.
This middle-aged man is the organizer of this concert and the real helmsman of Vienna music and art Davidson.
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Early morning on October 13th.
This concert shocked many people.
Many musicians from all over the world have crowded the Royal Theater in Vienna.
There are naturally many audiences. Even though the Royal Opera House in Vienna has many seats, as many as thousands of seats, countless audiences can still only stand outside, and it is difficult to get tickets.
Many music fans from China came all the way across the ocean.
“This is a great event!”
"This is the real sense in which we Chinese people stand in the Royal Theater of Vienna and play our own music..."
"I can't believe that many years ago, when I was studying music, when my teacher talked about the symphony, he not only praised it but also had some regrets. Because of the national conditions and the place of origin, we are like country people, and it is extremely difficult to accept the true music.
High-end musical art in the sense, let alone bringing your own music to perform in Vienna, that is simply unimaginable!"
"I heard that the conductor this time is Mr. Qiao Yu, the Taishan Beidou of Chinese art music, half of the country, I am even more looking forward to it..."
"I heard that this "Wedding March" was specially composed by Zhou Yang for a group of newlyweds. He never thought that this music would be so powerful..."
"The new team is here, wow... the bride is so beautiful!"
"The tall woman next to the bride is very beautiful. Is this a model hired from somewhere?"
"Wow, the bride is the most famous war reporter in China. She once reported on the Yinla battlefield. I saw a bomb explode behind her..."
"The groom seems to be a soldier..."
"..."
An Zhibin and Tang Xiao heard these comments in the crowd.
Even An Zhibin, who was not very interested in music, felt an inexplicable sense of honor in his heart at this moment.
He seemed to have understood the "historic moment" and "the most memorable significance" in Tang Xiao's words.
Accompanied by An Xiao, they wore formal clothes and walked through the crowd.
They looked particularly conspicuous, and everyone let out bursts of admiration. Along the way, countless petals were floating in the sky, as if they were bathing in a sea of flowers and gradually walked to the end of the red carpet.
Tang Xiao was very excited. The cheers and blessings were like a dream, making her the most dazzling bride in the world.
When she walked to the end of the red carpet, countless children came swarming with flower baskets in the solemn hall, which was sacred and very palace-like.
She looked up and saw the archbishop of the Vatican in the distance smiling at them. As a witness, he was blessing the two of them devoutly and praying to God constantly, waiting for the new couple to see a historic moment.
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The symphony teams on both sides are waiting in full formation. The sound of the pipe organ is ringing. The music is in B flat major, 42 beats, medium plate speed, and the melodiousness of the violin conveys romance, happiness, and a solemn and sacred atmosphere...
Looking at the newlyweds walking by slowly, Barros' eyes unconsciously turned to Zhou Yang in the distance, who was wearing a formal dress.
Although he still had doubts about this Chinese "creator", the sacred tone in the song "Wedding March" still made him feel amazing, and even vaguely made him feel solemn and solemn in the palace.
Angels were dancing one by one, and then he searched for the shadow of Teacher Alderan, but after searching for a long time, he still could not find the shadow of Teacher Alderan.
But he knew that Mr. Aldran must be there, either in the audience or standing nearby, but he was always so ordinary among the crowd. It seemed that he had a temperament to integrate into the group. If it weren't for him,
If he looks extremely familiar, you will have the illusion that he is just an ordinary old man even if he walks up to you in person.
The melody gradually became cheerful, and the solemn and solemn feeling unconsciously infected countless audiences present. Even some female musicians could not help but burst into tears, applauding while watching the newlyweds gradually come to an end.
Walking to the foot of the most solemn cross, bathing in the sunshine...
George and Han Yan are also among these audiences.
George spent several years writing "Wedding", which he was proud of, and planned to give his "Wedding" to Tang Xiao and An Zhibin as the opening song.
But at this moment, all pride disappeared...
In the solemn music, George lowered his head.
When he listened to the first rehearsal of "Wedding March", he felt the distance, but still felt a bit unwilling in his heart.
But at this moment, that trace of unwillingness has completely disappeared, and there is more complexity and loss.
Every performer present performed to the highest level without any flaws. As the newlyweds walked to the stage and hugged each other in the music, the prelude on the stage was gradually pulled up and the lights gradually changed.
It was dark, and the music was mixed with blessings from the West, making the "Wedding March" even more sacred...
George suddenly felt frustrated. He finally raised his head and looked at everyone present. He looked at Zhou Yang, but he saw that Zhou Yang had left his seat at an unknown time.
While he was searching, he saw Zhou Yang following an old man in ordinary clothes, surrounded by some people, slowly walking towards another corner of the music hall that only certain people could enter.
"In my lifetime, I may be able to witness the birth of another piece of palace-level music. Living in this world, I actually feel a sense of honor."
He heard a familiar voice.
The teacher who was preparing for the next performance, Perahia, sat nearby, looking at the direction where Zhou Yang disappeared and muttering to himself...