All of Qin Jian's attention was on the orchestra in front of him. As the rhythm that best represents the soul of Habanera, the first few bars are as important as the last few bars.
His eyes swept over the orchestra again, and he drew a small circle in mid-air with his left hand. The moment he pressed his palm down, the volume of the entire orchestra instantly dropped by half.
He needed to make sure nothing went wrong here.
He didn't even notice when Ning Qianxia came behind him.
But he knew that she was about to speak.
The lights on the stage suddenly brightened, just as Qin Jian turned his head to determine Ning Qianxia's position with his peripheral vision.
Suddenly, he felt a slow stream of hot air crawling along his cochlea and into his ear holes, and a trembling sensation instantly poured from the top of his head to his feet.
"I haven't finished speaking yet."
A gentle laughter sounded softly in his ears.
"Why were you leaving in such a hurry just now?"
A laugh that only he could hear.
On the stage, Ning Qianxia came closer, and her entire upper body seemed to be touching Qin Jian's military uniform.
There is only one step left on their feet.
The eyes of the actors on the stage were surprised at this moment, because this scene had never appeared during their rehearsals.
The audience in the audience seemed to have entered the story and watched quietly.
Li Sanli looked at the little girl on the stage and couldn't help but let go of the crutch in his hand. His cloudy eyes burst out with heat, "."
In the next scene that everyone was looking forward to, Ning Qianxia's charming self slipped off the shoulder straps of her long dress.
It was as if she had completely transformed into Carmen in an instant.
"Mr. Don Jose."
"What are you afraid of?"
She turned around, lowered her skirt, and retracted her smooth legs.
He raised his proud head, inserted his left fist into his waist, and twisted towards the front of the stage.
The hem of her skirt swayed across Qin Jian's trouser legs.
A trembling feeling went from the top of his head directly to the soles of his feet.
The baton in his left hand slipped at this moment.
The conductor's baton seemed to be in free fall, landing on the ground at the end of the orchestra's last beat.
"despair"
A soft sound is like commanding a new beginning of music.
All the members of the string section raised their bows high and lowered them in an instant.
New music, new foreshadowing, new motives.
Ning Qianxia walked to the front of the stage, her wild cold eyes sweeping across all corners of the stage.
She spoke.
-Love is an unruly bird
-Come without a trace, go without a trace, who can catch it?
-If it is thousands of miles away from you
-No matter what you call, it’s hard to turn back
She smiled, like the scarlet wild rose on her chest.
-No matter whether you threaten or pray, it is all in vain!
-Some people are chattering, others are silent
She put down her left hand, hung up the shoulder strap again, and walked elegantly to the empty piano.
She sat on the piano cover, as if the queen had arrived, with one leg on the piano stool.
-That silent man
-Want to make my heart happy
His eyes crossed the conductor's back with contempt, and he raised the corners of his mouth.
-love--
-love------
A long and graceful chant.
The chorus begins again.
...
Li Sanli is eighty-three years old, which is actually three years older than Fu Hua.
He has been friends with opera all his life, from being obsessed with it when he was young to being obsessed with it in middle age, and now half of his body is buried in the soil, and he still studies opera obsessively every day.
In his words, his biggest wish before his death was to compose a decent opera.
The soul of a decent opera is the singers. He has seen too many amazing singers in the past few decades, and he does not deny this.
But the old man never found a singer who caught his eye.
The appearance is good, but the singing is not good.
She sings well, but her role is limited due to her poor appearance.
There were very few that had both, and the few that did made him feel that they lacked a bit of charm.
It is indeed a bit overwhelming to use Shen Yun to describe it.
Some people just enjoy the scene, some people just enjoy the excitement, but who cares about these messes like yours?
Li Sanli: No, his criteria for selecting actors are that you must understand the singing method, figure out the artistic conception of the lyrics, know how to compose music and write lyrics, and be familiar with and understand the common accents of this country.
He said this is the most basic professional quality to become an opera singer.
It must be said that the moment the gypsy girl on the stage spoke, he had already made up his own wishful thinking in his mind.
Her appearance, singing ability, and the little bits of light that were inadvertently revealed in her charm made him see a rising light.
He has been silent for too long.
"One person holds up a stage and a story."
Like Li Sanli, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Ning Qianxia.
At least at this moment, her dazzling eyes had completely covered the young man named Qin Jian.
...
"come on."
Qin Jian secretly encouraged Ning Qianxia.
He raised his hand to signal Zheng Feng to control the speed of the tambourine in his hand.
The tinkling sound gradually slowed down.
The choir's voice also weakened.
Ning Qianxia took off a delicate red petal on her chest.
-Love is our gypsy child
- Unrestrained, unruly
It was thrown carelessly on the Steinway piano board.
-Although you didn't fall in love with me, I still want to fall in love with you!
-Once I fall in love with you, you have to be careful!
Qin Jian waved his hands, and the string section increased its intensity again.
The choir rises again.
The male voice's chant is full of contradictory desires and protests.
...
"It's already half done, let's work harder!"
Ning Qianxia seemed to hear Qin Jian's thoughts and sat up from the piano.
Her expression turned cold.
The dirty gypsy girl walked under the focused front desk light.
The music changed in a motive and she opened her arms.
Like a real singer.
The singing began.
-The bird comes flying, just when you think you can catch it
-Flick your wings and fly away without a shadow
-When your love is far away, I wait eagerly and look forward to it.
-Unexpectedly, it plummeted
-fierce, surround you
-Come and go, go and return
She crossed her arms across her shoulders and shook her head gently.
-Specializes in taking advantage of you, specializes in taking advantage of you when you are not prepared
-Finally captured you!
Qin Jian waved his arms vigorously for the last time, pushing the music to a climax.
-love----
-love--------
A beautiful song, like a fallen leaf on the roadside in the forest, a heartfelt sigh when you carefully examine its fine texture and natural color.
In the clouds of fantasy and longing, anxiety and despair spread.
-love--------
Carmen.
-love--------------
In the lingering sound, the orchestra gradually entered the final penultimate measure.
The lights on the stage gradually dimmed.
This also heralds that the Habanera segment is coming to an end.
It was about to end in a hurry, and everyone in the audience raised their hands regretfully and prepared to applaud.
The music enters the penultimate measure.
At this moment, Qin Jian and Li Shasha looked at each other, made a horizontal stroke with their left hands, Li Shasha nodded, and then made a horizontal bow gesture to the entire string orchestra.
The lights were getting darker and darker, but the audience could still see the conductor's hand lowered and then raised towards the choir.
The next second.
The conductor turned around, his eyes as calm as the calm water.
At this time, the music entered the last section, the lights had almost gone out, and the audience could only see Carmen in front of the stage.
it's over?
Applaud.
Applause for the wonderful stage.
Carmen didn't say a word, she just bent down as if calling a curtain call.
The music enters the last section.
The stage is completely destroyed.
Except for Qin Jian, no one saw her take off her shoes.