Duan Ran quickly picked up the edited information, thinking that it seemed that the competition in the American Division was completely over.
moment.
The phone buzzed again, this time it was a call from the other party.
Duan Ran stood up holding his phone, glanced at the stage, and trotted towards the exit of the auditorium.
"teacher."
...
"Hmm, there's no game today."
...
"Yes, we are at the Mutohkan Concert Hall."
...
"Huh? Teacher Liao is not here, Qin Jian is rehearsing with the orchestra."
...
"Ah, I'm studying on the sidelines."
...
"Good teacher."
After hanging up the phone, Duan Ran patted his chest, let out a sigh of relief, then put on his cell phone and walked out of the door.
The music behind me is getting further and further away.
...
Twenty minutes later.
As the sound of the string combination finally dispersed in the hall, Qin Jian gradually faded out of the music.
For the first time in my life, I completed an entire concerto with an orchestra under a conductor.
“It feels really good.”
After about three or two seconds, he withdrew his hands from the keyboard and did not notice that the only audience member in the audience had disappeared.
moment.
Xia Dong also put the baton on the podium, turned to look at the piano, and asked cheerfully, "Qin Jian, how do you feel?"
"The orchestra is great as always," Qin Jian moved his wrist and smiled, "First-class experience."
Following Qin Jian's words, the atmosphere on the stage relaxed and everyone started chattering and laughing.
During the short break, Qin Jian discussed several details with Xia Dong again.
After the issue is finalized.
"despair."
With a snap of Xia Dong's fingers, the stage became quiet again, and everyone looked towards the podium.
Xia Dong looked around and then cleared his throat.
"The oboe solo sounds more prominent starting from the eleventh measure, Liu Tong, pay attention to your volume."
"I know, Xia Zhi." The female lead clarinet responded shyly.
"All flutes and clarinets changed from the sixty-three-bar long note to p 'pianissimo'."
The people in both voices nodded in unison.
"All small mentions, pay attention to your emotions..."
"Zhongti Part Two, starting from the second movement..."
...
Xia Dong continued to flip through the score, then suddenly stopped and looked up at the percussion section.
"Er Quan, please support the music with the last roll, did you hear it?"
The young man who was sitting behind the timpani and playing with the drumsticks with one hand immediately put away his hands when he heard the sound.
"Roger that!! Boss!!!"
Everyone was laughing and the band was in good spirits.
...
at last.
Xia Dong turned to look at Qin Jian, "Piano, pay attention to your stage performance. Everything we do is ultimately arranged by you."
"I'll try my best." Qin Jian nodded.
"Then continue?"
Xia Dong asked.
"Sorry, Xia Zhi."
Qin Jian said and wiped his hands again with a handkerchief.
...
The string section is back.
Listening to the obvious and somewhat different band accompaniment, Qin Jian also thought about Xia Dong's last words.
Stage performance.
Gradually, as the sound of the bass disappeared, the orchestra also became quiet.
Qin Jian raised his hand hesitantly, and his body swayed slightly.
Piano part.
Solo.
...
at this time.
The entrance door of the concert hall was quietly pushed open again.
Two figures in the darkness slowly walked in.
"k491."
The magnetic and slightly hoarse voice carries a hint of smile.
"Yes, teacher."
The girl hummed, and the two of them came to the front row and sat down.
In front of the piano, Qin Jian still didn't notice this scene, he just looked at his hands intently.
Off stage.
After the man sat down, his eyes first fell on the podium, and then he looked at the piano with a smile.
a long time.
"Too fine."
"Ah," the girl who was listening intently suddenly heard a voice coming from beside her and couldn't help turning her head, "Teacher, what do you mean?"
"The beginning of k491 is unconventional because of the regularity of the phrasing structure and ascending lines, so the performer should pay attention to the overall sense of the paragraph rather than blindly separate short sentences."
After a pause, as the body movement in front of the piano became more and more obvious, the man continued to add: "There is something wrong with his focus."
Listening to the man's words, the girl suddenly looked at the stage with some worry. Although she was not quite sure what the other person meant, she could vaguely feel the difference from the first time from the beginning of this time.
"He was not like this just now." The girl said anxiously.
"Oh?" the man said, "What was he like just now?"
"That's it, the minor key sounds very clear, and the melody is not loose."
The girl spoke and gestured all at once.
The man nodded thoughtfully, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, just listen."
Seeing this, the girl didn't say anything and seemed a little unhappy.
As the music develops, the music is pushed to a small climax with a quick chorus of violins playing in unison.
At this time, the figure in front of the piano spread his arms, and his body rose and fell for a moment. The hands that seemed to be falling with force, but the sound produced by the piano seemed very gentle.
The visual effects not only capture the rising emotions of the music, but also open up new hints in the subsequent development of the melody.
The next second.
Xia Dong suddenly lowered his body, and the moment the baton fell, his eyes fell on the chief bassoonist, and he tapped his chin vigorously.
Then, after receiving the signal, the bassoon player suddenly increased the intensity of his vocalization.
In an instant, the soft piano and beating bassoon pushed the music forward in a cheerful dialogue.
this moment.
Feeling the emotion in the music, Qin Jian's body couldn't help but rise again.
Under his straight chest, his arms were swinging freely.
Everything seems to happen naturally.
"The stage performance seems to have some feeling."
Qin Jian thought about it, couldn't help but press down his wrist, and started a new attempt again.
only.
In the dark auditorium, the girl still had a trace of anxiety on her face.
The man beside him had a smile on his face.
...
As Xia Dong took back the baton again, the entire stage recorded the sound in order.
The empty concert hall echoed the last set of chords.
at this time.
"Pa-pa--"
Two rounds of applause came from the audience.
Everyone on the stage looked at the applause and couldn't help but be startled.
Xia Dong looked happy, waved behind him, "Have a rest," and then jumped off the stage.
Qin Jian also quickly got off the stage. After saying hello to Shen Qingci, he came to Duan Ran and asked, "Why is Teacher Shen here suddenly?"
Duan Ran briefly explained the text message and phone call to Qin Jian, saying that he didn't know it either.
Then he asked suddenly.
"Qin Jian, what is the regularity of the ascending lines?"
"Well..."
However, Qin Jian seemed to be confused about this question.
The two little ones looked speechless.
...
aside.
"Are you done over there?"
Xia Dong took out cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Shen Qingci, and then took one himself.
"It's over over there, come here to see you," Shen Qingci took the cigarette, took out the lighter and lit it with a click.