The welcome party of Huaguo Conservatory of Music that everyone has been waiting for has finally begun.
The applause fell, the stage curtain opened, and two young hosts, a man and a woman, came out from the backstage.
"Dear guests..."
"Dear guests..."
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The annual welcome party is a traditional activity of Huaguo Academy, and countless outstanding talents of Huaguo Academy emerge from this stage.
Although this is the activity of Huayuan people, it has always attracted much attention from both inside and outside the circle.
The stage is composed entirely of freshmen and instructors, and the audience seats are different from ordinary campus parties. There are no special seats for school leaders and invited guests. Whoever comes early can sit in the best viewing position.
This has resulted in many bigwigs and media having to send them together with student audiences.
The 800-seat concert hall is quite large for a music conservatory.
At the left corner of the second to last row.
Shen Qingci looked at the stage quietly. As the current head of the piano department, this party naturally had programs directed by him.
Shostakovich's Piano Suite Quartets.
Although the four students who performed were all top freshmen, this still made him really unsatisfied. Qin Jian was just a bastard because he was not from the piano department. But even Aso Natsuki politely told him that the club's rehearsal time was tight.
.
The two people he admired the most were lost just like that.
If the two of them could make a duet, it would be a great scene.
Shen Qingci thought and sighed softly.
At this moment, an old voice came from beside him.
"Boy Shen, have you been to Old Man Fu's place after you've been back for so long?"
Shen Qing said nothing.
The old man smiled hoarsely.
"I went to see him for a drink the night before yesterday, but after two drinks he closed the glass, said nothing and stopped drinking, and started to take his life."
moment.
"Hey, come to think of it."
"Seven years have passed since your wife left."
"It's winter since the beginning of the new year, and he has entered the year of the Zang Dynasty."
"We are all old."
The old man's hoarse voice sounded like a handful of dry firewood, a little dry and smelly.
His words had just fallen.
"The first program is brought to you by the teachers and students of the Department of Folk Music. The folk music ensemble "The Overlord Disarms" is played by Ye Hailing, the pipa lead, and the instructor, Ye Hailing."
"Please enjoy it."
On the stage, the host bowed and the audience burst into applause.
Under the lights, an antique beauty appeared holding a musical instrument.
"Nowadays, fewer and fewer people listen to the old tunes. Many ancient music schools in China have reached the point where they are out of business."
"When you all went your separate ways, Ye Yatou chose to stay. She has been working hard for the development and innovation of folk music these years. We old guys have seen this. It is estimated that Lao Chen will retire in the future, and the folk music department
The burden fell on her shoulders."
The old man sighed.
"Since you are not young anymore, let's settle down with you as soon as possible. Don't be like Old Man Fu, who didn't even have a son and a half left behind in the end."
"After I beat you and left, this girl never found anyone else."
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A song in which the overlord takes off his armor is better than thousands of armies.
Under the soul-stirring drumming sound, the freshmen of folk music in each section dispersed for a week, and stars surrounded Ye Hailing in the center.
The beautiful modern lighting technology fully displays the texture and vicissitudes of the stage.
Ye Hailing wore a white embroidered cheongsam and sat at the front of the stage, hugging her pipa.
The arm is raised to form a freeze frame, the five fingers hook the string, and the sound waves are visible.
The sound of beads falling onto the jade plate is crisp and clear, and it sounds like a hidden arrow piercing the heart.
It's like the human and the piano become one.
With a snap of his fingertips, the air spread from the center of the stage to the surrounding areas, and the chilling air moved forward inexorably, showing the momentum of an iron horse.
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"What a strong stage aura."
At the backstage entrance, Qin Jian looked at the stage and was shocked. He thought that this ancient music was indeed a bit more powerful than Western music in portraying musical emotions.
At this moment, he was lightly tapped on the shoulder.
Then a voice came from behind my ear, "You are quite leisurely."
Qin Jian turned his head and Ning Qianxia laughed.
Qin Jian quickly touched the beard stuck to the corner of his mouth and smiled helplessly, "Is it funny?"
"It's not funny." Ning Qianxia retracted her smile with a change of expression, "But it's not bad for you to have a beard."
"Let me go," Qin Jian changed the topic and looked at the other person up and down, "Why don't you change your clothes?"
"Why are you so anxious about being the last one to go on stage?" Ning Qianxia said, "Don't look here. Go back to the rest room and comfort everyone. Do you think it's just a joke for everyone to come on stage like you?"
As he said that, he turned around and walked inside.
Qin Jian reluctantly glanced at the stage again, and then followed.
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Restroom.
Everyone looked a bit dull indeed, without any sense of excitement before going on stage.
Qin Jian glanced at the big guys and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Everyone is silent. Are you memorizing words and music?"
Seeing Qin Jian come back, the atmosphere in the rest room became a little better.
"President, I feel like I'm in an exam room before an art exam."
"Me too, I was super nervous. I just went to the toilet to throw up."
"Yes, yes, there are so many people watching down there. I feel dizzy just thinking about that scene."
Qin Jian nodded to express his understanding. For them who had not experienced a big scene, today's stage was a bit big.
"Everyone, relax. In fact, the bigger the stage, the less you need to be nervous. Once you get on stage and the lights turn on, you will find that it is actually dark under the stage."
"Besides, there are so many of us. What are we afraid of in a group? It doesn't matter if we sing the wrong Lacuo or play the wrong one, just play it."
"Besides, isn't there a commander? I'm standing in front of you? What are you afraid of?"
"I just watched the folk music department's program, which was very good, but they have teachers participating in the performance and guidance. We have relied on everyone's efforts in the past ten days."
"So, whether we get flowers or questions at the end of today's stage, it doesn't matter."
"For Le Printemps of Figaro, this is not the only stage."
"but."
Qin Jian's eyes focused, "I hope we cherish every opportunity to perform on stage."
"Start from this time."
Ning Qianxia took the lead in applauding, and everyone seemed to have rekindled their fighting spirit.
Qin Jian pressed his hands: "Keep your energy on the stage. I haven't changed my clothes now, I haven't put on makeup, I haven't memorized the music score, so hurry up. Stop sitting around and move!"
After drinking it, everyone started to move.
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Deciding to accompany everyone, Qin Jian did not leave again. He went to the corner alone with his headphones and practiced conducting in front of the mirror.
Time passes by.
An hour and a half passed at Qin Jian's stop.
Just when he was still immersed in Carmen's world, Chen Tangjie patted him gently from behind.