He glanced at everyone in the orchestra and said, "No. 24, third movement."
After the words fell, about three seconds later, after all the musicians conveyed the OK signal to him with their eyes, he tapped his baton lightly.
The orchestra sounded again.
As soon as the gray and soft string section sounded, the entire hall was filled with only the sound of music.
.....
It happened almost instantly.
After He Jing was briefly surprised, her eyes followed the figure standing up from the first row of seats and drifted to the piano.
Qin Jian sat in front of the piano, accompanied by a familiar orchestra and the familiar flavor of Mozart.
Although he had never touched Mozart again since returning from Tokyo, under this stage light, he seemed to have found that feeling again.
Just the moment he raised his hand, his whole temperament suddenly changed.
Amidst the calmness, a little bit of melancholy spreads from the inside out, from the center of the stage.
"handsome."
"It's so touching."
"I heard he is only eighteen."
"Love it, love it~~~~"
"...."
Perfectly following the rhythm of the orchestra, Qin Jian pressed the first note.
Then a series of smooth beats jumped out from the Steinway, which raised its castanets, like pearls falling on a jade plate.
The volume of every sound seems to have been modified twice, but without leaving any trace.
As soon as the piano sound came out, Xia Dong subconsciously glanced at Qin Jian and narrowed his eyes.
"It has only been less than a month, and my wrist control has improved a lot."
Xia Dong thought to himself and couldn't help but sigh.
"It seems that this kid didn't rest after the game."
...
The fat man is not Xia Dong, he can't hear the clues in the piano sound.
He simply felt that Qin Jian played well and did not accept any refutation.
At this moment, a faint fragrance came to the tip of his nose from one side.
Then a clear voice came softly.
"Classmate Zhao Yu."
The fat man said "Ah" and turned his face sideways, finding a familiar figure sitting next to him.
"Hey, hello, Teacher He."
Looking at the smile on He Jing's face, Fatty suddenly felt like he was back in school, and for a moment he became a little nervous again.
"Can you tell me what's going on now?" He Jing looked into the fat man's eyes and smiled.
"Well..."
The fat man nodded ignorantly and explained in detail what Qin Jian had explained.
"Thanks a lot."
As He Jing spoke, her eyes fell on the piano again.
On the stage, Qin Jian listened carefully to the overall sound of the music while playing.
With the accompaniment of the orchestra, he found that the sound of the piano was still a bit hard to hear.
Probably because the sound mask was placed a little too far forward, the sound from the percussion group and bass string group in the inner part of the stage suppressed the volume of the piano in the process of hitting the sound mask and being aggregated and reflected to the audience.
In order to ensure that the volume of the piano part is equal to that of the orchestra, the strength of his finger drops has been increased by 30% to 40% more than usual.
Gradually, Xia Dong seemed to have discovered this problem.
The podium and the piano looked at each other, and both found the same thought in each other's eyes.
The moment Qin Jian raised his hand, Xia Dong waved his hand.
The stage fell silent for a moment.
In the confusion of the audience, Xia Dong walked down from the podium, looked up at the sound mask above his head, "The sound mask is too small."
"This is already the largest sound mask you can find in Nan City," Qin Jian stood up and walked to Xia Dong's side, "Do you think it is?"
"It's okay. In this case, the orchestra's vocal positions will have to be moved," Xia Dong said and looked at both sides of the stage.
moment.
He turned to the percussion section and shouted, "Er Quan, lift the timpani to the back of the woodwind section."
"Okay brother."
"Wen Chen, move the entire brass section back two music stands."
"yes."
"Yueyue, you three basses move to the left."
"Brother Dong, can we move here?"
"Move it again, move it behind Erti."
"Wen Chen, the trombone and the French horn will switch places."
Following Xia Dong's instructions, the stage started to move completely, and the audience watched with great interest. Such a rehearsal scene is not common even in music conservatories.
Qin Jian watched from the side, quietly thinking about the mystery.
"Qin Jian, open the piano wheel lock."
"ah?"
"The position of the piano also needs to be moved."
"good!"
Qin Jian squatted under the back legs of the grand piano, opened the wheel lock with a click, and looked down at the stage as he stood up.
He Jingzheng looked at herself with a smile on her face.
Qin Jian bared his teeth and smiled.
He stood up, clapped his hands, and then unlocked the two outer wheel locks.
"Here, push the piano over here." Xia Dong said and the first violinist carried the conductor away.
"what do you mean?"
"We don't need the podium anymore, it takes up space."
As the piano moved to the front of the center of the stage, Xia Dong retreated to the edge of the stage. Finally, he looked around at the new layout of the stage and nodded to himself, "Here, let's try again."
"Xia Zhi, the protagonist is here."
"Huh?" Xia Dong turned away his baton and said with a smile, "That's just right."
Qin Jian nodded at He Jing, waved his hand, and then clapped gently.
Then the fat man cheered up when he saw this.
Inexplicably, the entire hall clapped.
...
Although there were still some small details in He Jing's mind that she hadn't figured out yet, with Qin Jian's extended hand, she no longer wanted to think about it.
He stood up and took off his denim jacket, amidst shouts and whistles.
Get on stage.
...
on the stage.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" Face to face, Qin Jian noticed that He Jing's eyes were a little red and swollen, and his left eyebrow couldn't help but twitch.
"Crying."
He Jing's simple and neat answer made Qin Jian a little confused about how to answer the question, but this was not the time for whispering.
"Tell me tonight."
moment.
Qin Jian turned around, He Jing, Xia and Dong made introductions.
"The stage is given to you."
With that said, he jumped off the stage in two steps and returned to his seat.
...
"Thank you for your hard work, Xia Zhi."
"It should."
The two shook hands gently.
"Then let's get started," Xia Dong said. "If you have any questions or needs, please stop at any time. Everyone is on their own."
"Thanks."
He Jing turned around and bowed to the orchestra, walked to the piano and sat down
He adjusted the height of the piano bench, loosened the cuffs of his shirt, and then nodded to Xia Dong.
"Pu Er."
The next moment, the whole place was quiet.
With Xia Dong waving his hands.
The neat sound of plucked strings from the string section jumped out from the stage.
Off stage.
Listening to the harmonious sound waves of no longer fighting, Qin Jian, who was leaning back in the chair, gradually felt relieved.
It's just that everything on the stage in front of me is getting blurry.
After a few seconds, his field of vision became smaller and smaller.
Finally, the vision entered darkness.
It was as if everything in the hall was no longer relevant to him.
Fall into a deep sleep.
...
...
Three hours later.
Qin Jian slowly opened his eyes, and the surroundings were quiet.
He stared blankly at the empty stage, stood up and pushed off the coat covering his body.
"Have you slept well?" At this moment, a soft greeting came from the side.
Qin Jian swallowed his dry throat and turned his head, "How is it going?"