337. The figure behind is one near and one far away
In the first few days, Duan Ran stayed with Qin Jian every day, and the two went out together.
Qin Jian was rehearsing on the stage, and she sat and listened off the stage.
After Qin Jian's rehearsal, the two had dinner together.
Qin Jian practiced the piano, and she also practiced the piano.
But gradually she discovered that Qin Jian's state always fell into some kind of instability at night.
After witnessing what he did on stage during the day, she knew what the problem was.
He seemed to have an excessive paranoia about something, just like when she was in the piano room in Tokyo, she had listened to Qin Jian playing a passionate third movement for four hours next door.
Clause section.
She still doesn't know how to help him.
But she knew that she should be by his side at such a time. This was what she could do and what she was willing to do.
If this can bring him some relief from his mental stress, that would be great.
So Duan Ran gave up his piano practice plan in the next few days and stayed with Qin Jian while he was practicing.
Every time her thoughts were affected by the sound of the piano, she would smile softly.
This is probably the short-term happiness of a small witness.
...
Time flies by.
Ten days later.
evening.
"stop."
In the rehearsal hall on the first floor of the theater of Huaguo Conservatory of Music, a slightly cold voice sounded on the stage.
As soon as the words fell, the entire concert hall fell silent.
Everyone on the stage dared not look at the figure in the center of the stage.
Ning Qianxia looked around at everyone with cold eyes, and her eyes fell on Li Shasha's figure.
Their eyes met, and Li Shasha's left hand holding the bow tightened unconsciously. She was the person who knew Ning Qianxia best here, and she knew that the other person's eyes were really angry this time.
"What's going on?" Ning Qianxia seemed to be asking everyone in the string section.
Li Shasha stood up and said solemnly: "Sister Qian Xia, our string section is really practicing seriously this afternoon, but the first act of The Magic Flute is too difficult." As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller.
"And everyone just got this song less than a week ago..."
"A week?"
Ning Qianxia said coldly, "A week has passed and you can't even practice forty measures?!"
moment.
"How did you all get in?"
With an angry shout, Ning Qianxia threw the band score to the ground with a snap.
This time she was really angry.
Everyone's heads bowed even lower.
Chen Tangjie was also shocked. It was the first time he saw Ning Qianxia getting so angry and Qin Jian was not around. He felt that he should get up and say a few words at this time.
"Qian Xia, please calm down first. Everyone has been practicing very hard recently. I guarantee you this."
After a pause, he continued: "It's just that we don't have enough rehearsal experience, and this piece is already a big work, so I'll give you a little more time."
The whole place fell into silence again.
Ning Qianxia tried her best to calm down her emotions. She understood what Chen Tangjie said, but what Chen Tangjie didn't know was that there was not much time left for everyone.
Her mood was not stable tonight.
In the afternoon, I received a notification from a professional teacher that the 7th National Music School Opera Competition will be held at the Haishi Conservatory of Music at the end of the year.
After research and decision by the school, two clubs, the Opera Troupe of the China Conservatory of Music and the Spring of Figaro, will be sent to participate in this competition.
The Hua Yuan Troupe is the official opera troupe of the school, so it was a natural choice to take part in this competition.
Although the Spring Festival of Figaro was led by Qin Jian to form a group of new students, Ning Qianxia was at the center of the stage. With Carmen's help, the premiere was successful, and the group's reputation was greatly boosted in the circle.
, not only attracted the attention of the school, but also got this rare opportunity to participate in the competition.
As Ning Qianxia, no matter which group she is in, she represents the absolute protagonist of the Hua Guo Yuan competitions.
Therefore, for this competition, the best choice for her is the former. With a strong orchestra and a ready-made vocal mix, all she has to do is gracefully walk to the center of the stage and offer her singing voice.
But she decisively chose the latter.
In the office, her professional teacher even had strong doubts about this.
"Qian Xia, the school attaches great importance to this competition. We have not been in the top three for three consecutive competitions. This competition has already related to the reputation of our singing department in the domestic academic world. You really don't want to
Think about it?"
"Teacher Xu, I understand, but I am serious."
Looking at Ning Qianxia's leaving figure, Xu Tong sighed helplessly.
She had a headache. She knew that her favorite student would find it difficult for others to influence her decisions.
Just like she faced the olive branch from Julia and Curtis at the same time, she resolutely chose Hua Guo Yuan.
After leaving the office, Ning Qianxia went to the rehearsal hall.
Arranging the score, imagining the stage, and planning the evening rehearsal should be someone's job.
She didn't think about why she made the choice in the first place in the office, just like everything was supposed to be.
Now that he's not here, he can't get angry, so I'll do it.
a long time.
"call."
Ning Qianxia seemed to have calmed down her emotions and organized her thoughts.
"Now let me announce something."
"We will still meet here at seven o'clock tomorrow evening."
"I'll listen to these 40 measures one by one. If they don't meet the standards, they won't be included in future rehearsals."
She sounded like she was talking about something trivial.
But everyone was in an uproar. Compared to the outburst just now, the issue now was much more serious.
No one wants to be kicked down, but everyone can see that based on her standards, it is estimated that not many people will survive tomorrow.
"Why?" A boy who joined later suddenly stood up and said, "You are not a teacher or the president, why do you think we can't do it if we can't do it?"
As soon as the boy said the words, he suddenly felt that he might have said it a little too much, and his momentum immediately weakened: "And everyone has been working really hard recently."
"Yes, Vice President, everyone has worked really hard."
"Yes, sister Qian Xia."
Chen Tangjie also looked at Ning Qianxia with a somewhat embarrassed expression, "Qianxia..."
Ning Qianxia let out a breath, glanced at Chen Tangjie, and then looked at the male voice who spoke softly: "First of all, whether I am a teacher or a president has nothing to do with whether you can do it or not."
"Secondly, if it works, it works. If it doesn't, it doesn't work."
After saying that, she turned to everyone again and smiled: "Okay, if you want to leave, you can pack your things now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy who took the lead packed up his instrument and turned around to leave.
Then a girl with a midriff also stood up, and gradually, people got up and left one after another.
Interval.
Nearly half of the people in the entire hall left.
He glanced at the remaining members, most of whom had participated in the premiere.
Ning Qianxia nodded.
"Remember tomorrow night at seven o'clock."
"That's it for today."
"Finish."
After that, he bent down to pick up the music score, turned around and left.
...
Three o'clock in the morning.
The whole dormitory has fallen into a deep sleep
Ning Qianxia sat on the bedside, her bedside still lit.
She gently took off her earphones and her auditory nerves got a brief rest.
Looking at the densely painted orchestra scores in front of her, she couldn't help but sigh.
Although it is only forty measures, it has nearly twenty-seven voices.
She doesn't have Qin Jian's photographic memory, so she can only remember it bit by bit.
She put down her pen and picked up her phone.
"It's probably only nine o'clock there."
The next second she opened her address book, she put down her phone again.
moment.
She picked up the pen again and put on the headphones.