Chapter 235 The situation appeared in the rehearsal!?
During the entire vacation, Qin Jian squeezed out all his rest time to practice and study.
He Jing was busy preparing for the concert.
As the holiday comes to an end, Nanshi Conservatory of Music is also busy.
The students returning to school already know that there will be a concert in the concert hall tomorrow, and although the performers are not familiar to everyone, the special guests have made everyone full of expectations.
The word "Qin Jian", after being baptized by two competitions, can vaguely represent the highest level of the young generation of piano in Quan Province.
For most ordinary students in Nanyin, few have actually seen Qin Jian live.
Except for a few members of the student union who were on hand to maintain order in the concert hall during the art exam, they had listened to his Winter Wind excerpts.
For a time, various student groups in Nanyin were discussing this concert.
The enrollment season of Boer Art School has begun again with the arrival of early May, and Lu Desheng, who is in charge of enrollment, has not been idle during this holiday.
With the authorization from Principal Boer, he used the gimmick of winning the Qin Jian Hua Yun Competition to vigorously promote this concert about He Jing, and by the way mentioned the new enrollment season of Tibor Art School.
Although He Jing didn't like this kind of binding, she didn't say anything. After all, Boer was the only unit she had worked in, and the most important thing was that it was also promoting Qin Jian.
After the Huayun Competition, in order not to affect Qin Jian's art exam, she repeatedly declined interviews on the TV station, missing the opportunity for Qin Jian to enter the public eye. But it seems that the time has come just right.
Qin Jian doesn't care about the publicity part for himself at all. As long as it can build momentum for He Jing, is it okay to talk about his results?
then.
In just two days, the threshold of the newly renovated admissions office of Bol Art School was about to be trampled, and the number of students signing up for piano was more than three times that of the same period in previous years.
All parents of students come here because of He Jing Qin Jian’s reputation.
This also worries Lu Desheng. He Jing has already resigned...it is not easy to explain what happened next.
However, this is another story for another day.
The female TV reporter who had tried to interview He Jing also contacted He Jing as soon as she heard the news and conveyed the TV station's intention to broadcast the concert live on Nanshi Satellite TV on the evening of May 4th.
"Qin Jian, what do you think?"
"I think it will work."
"Then it's up to you."
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The evening of May 2nd.
He Jing, who was adjusting the piano in the concert hall, suddenly received a call from Qin Jian
"Sister! How many tickets do we have for rows 8 and 9 of seats left!?"
"Last night, Teacher Liu asked me for 4 more tickets. I still have 9 tickets for 8-row seats and 3 tickets for 9-row seats. However, the six seats in the middle of the 8 rows are reserved for grandparents."
"Are there only 3 cards left in the ninth row?"
"That's it for now. Is there any problem? I can contact Dean Lin now to get some more, but I may not have such a good position."
"No need to bother me, sister. Apart from the tickets at home, you can keep the rest for me."
"good."
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In this way, a simple concert planned by He Jing inexplicably turned into a somewhat nervous event.
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Early in the morning on May 3rd.
Nanshi Railway Station.
Qin Jian was waiting at the exit of the station, eating hot pancakes and fruit.
Nine o'clock one hour seven.
As a wave of people poured out of the exit, Qin Jian saw Qin Gang at a glance, and then Fang Xuehua and the four old people walked out of the exit one by one.
Then he swallowed the pancake fruit in one gulp and stepped forward to greet him.
"grandparents"
"Grandma and grandpa"
"mom"
"dad"
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"You brat, you don't know how to go home and beat me up after you return to China."
Outside the train station, Qin Gang glared at Qin Jian with some dissatisfaction.
"You're the only one with a lot to do?"
Qin Jian's grandfather stood up and refused, "Why do you care so much when the child is older?"
Qin Gang:...
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Half an hour later.
Qin Jian took his family to the reserved hotel, which was only across the road from Nanshi Conservatory of Music.
In Qin Gang and Fang Xuehua's room.
"Mom, you take a rest first. I'll go to my sister's house and pick you up for dinner at noon."
"You two are busy, don't worry about us." Fang Xuehua said.
"It's okay, my sister and the symphony orchestra are rehearsing. They will end at half past eleven," Qin Jian said, looking at Qin Gang and joking, "Go and give me some advice, Teacher Qin?"
"What's wrong? Are the wings stiff?" Qin Gang laughed and cursed.
"Let's go, I'm going to gain some knowledge."
With that said, the father and son left the hotel.
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At this time, the auditorium of Nanyin Concert Hall was filled with many students watching the rehearsal.
On the stage, He Jing was communicating with the conductor.
After a while.
He Jing sighed helplessly, and then returned to the piano.
At this time, Qin Jian and his son quietly walked into the concert hall and sat in the last row.
"This formation is not small." Qin Gang said in a low voice while looking at the neat symphony orchestra on the stage.
Although the stage of Nanyin Concert Hall is not comparable to that of the Chime Concert Hall of the National Center for the Performing Arts, it is still considered a good concert hall in Nanshi.
Under the stage, which can accommodate a three-tube arrangement, there are audience seats for 300 people.
"The stage is a bit small, and the top of the stage is too high, so the sound can't come out, but I'll just install a sound cover on the stage tomorrow," Qin Jian said.
"Oh." Qin Gang nodded.
At this moment, the conductor in the center of the stage had raised his baton, and the scene became quiet.
"It's about to begin."
As the conductor suddenly dropped his baton, the string section began to move.
But as soon as the first and second violins were plucked, there was a little mutual repulsion of the sound waves in the string harmony that reached the audience.
"Is there no dialogue?"
Qin Jian's eyes moved from the piano to the conductor's podium. The sonic flaws in the harmony made his ears instinctively feel a little uncomfortable.
There are generally only two situations where this situation occurs in the orchestra. The first situation is that the orchestra has no synchronicity before the rehearsal begins, and the second situation is that a musician deserts during the performance.
Of course, the overall level of the orchestra cannot be ruled out, but Nanjiao is the best orchestra in Nanjing City. Although Qin Jian heard it live for the first time today, he did not consider this aspect.
Qin Gang, on the other hand, listened with great interest. Looking at the little figure in front of the piano, he seemed to have returned to many years ago.
The corners of the eyes, which are already covered with traces of time, are connected with the arc of the corners of the mouth.
As the soft melody of He Jing's solo entered, Qin Jian's attention turned to He Jing again, and his expression couldn't help but soften a little.
He Jing's performance is always like this, she never has any physical expression, or in other words, she never needs anything other than the sound of the piano to add strength to the music.
All her musical emotions were pressed into her fingers, as well as her uniquely flexible wrists.
In front of the piano, the hazy tone slowly rose, and gradually the melody became clear under the tension-filled chords.
The next moment.
He Jing's wrist flicked.
The fine and granular ones burst out from the haze.
The depressing atmosphere in the hall before seemed to have broken free.
The scattered eyes in the audience were fixed on the figure in front of the piano, and they could no longer look away.
And just then.
‘Puff’
A slightly harsh sound sounded from the woodwind part. As soon as this sound came out, the stage atmosphere created by the piano was instantly broken.
Qin Jian's eyes suddenly fell on the oboe player, and his brows wrinkled uncontrollably.
And in the orchestra sound that follows up again, the symphony level makes people sound a little confused.
The sound of the piano seemed to be completely buried.
But just for a moment, the sound of the piano suddenly doubled in volume, and once again broke away from the orchestra.
As the music continues.
Just when the piano pushed the music forward again.
He Jing played three chords in a row and raised his hands.
One second.
The music is weightless again.
The timpani that was supposed to appear on the next beat when He Jing raised her hand did not appear immediately. When the timpani appeared, it happened to collide with the pizzicato of the cello.
It was shattered instantly.
This time, even Qin Gang's lips gradually lost their smile.