Early the next morning, I went to the bathroom on the fourth floor.
"Morning you guys."
Qin Jian was carrying toiletries and was about to return to the dormitory when he met two music students of the same grade.
"Brother Jian, didn't you hang out with Tang Jie and the others?" asked the boy with eyes.
Qin Jian smiled and said: "Trouble."
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It was really hard work. Early in the morning, before dawn, everyone chartered a bus and left the school.
As soon as last night ended, Tang Jie, Xiaoliang and others were in the group asking everyone how to arrange this hard-won weekend, just to relax before the game.
Finally, everyone unanimously agreed and decided to go to Yanzi Mountain for an outing this morning.
"Everyone please stay safe."
"Don't worry, President!!"
With two locals, Ning Qianxia and Chen Tangjie, leading the team, Qin Jian felt relieved.
"come back earlier."
After seeing everyone off, Qin Jian went to 309 and brought back some information. He had just finished washing up.
When he returned to the dormitory, he turned on the small Bluetooth speaker on the bedside and played music.
The light jazz music matches the warm winter morning, and even the dead trees outside the window look a little cozy.
Especially on a day like today, a day off.
When I talk about resting, I certainly don’t mean lying on the bed and turning over and over with my phone.
After drinking a glass of water, Qin Jian sat in front of his desk and started thinking.
As a conductor, all he can do is limitlessly make the stage perfect.
After several days of meticulous rehearsal, the first act of the club has basically reached his minimum required standards.
But this is not enough. The competition is not a performance, but a ranking.
There are still two main problems at this stage. The first is that the singing parts of the actors and the orchestra as a whole do not fit well enough.
The second is the lack of artistry presented on the stage.
Qin Jian knew that the first question was just everyone's wishful thinking. Everyone had already reached their limit. After all, it was just a new opera club that had been established for less than three months.
As for the second question, The Magic Flute is a great opera. Putting aside its huge singing and orchestral parts, it is itself a classical serious opera.
Recalling the rehearsals, Qin Jian would always unconsciously regard everyone's performance as a musical.
Musicals and operas are completely different things.
The seriousness of a classical opera means everything from the exquisite stage scenery to the standard pronunciation of each lyric by the actors. The pure reliance on artificial orchestras to arrange the background music means the playing method of every syllable of the wind instruments and the string instruments.
Every bowing technique must be correct and consistent.
This can barely be considered serious.
When every detail is organically integrated, maybe then we can continue to discuss the scope of artistry.
"To put it bluntly, I thought the problem was too simple before."
Qin Jian sighed.
There is no need to be in a hurry, and there is no need to rush.
After opening the thick information, Qin Jian continued to explore.
After lunch, Qin Jian received a call from Li Shuang.
"Qin Jian, I have finished the stage scenery here. You can come directly to the audition venue the day after tomorrow."
The phone sounded very noisy.
"Thank you for your hard work, brother Shuang."
"It's okay. I just want to tell you. I have nothing else to talk about here. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye, Brother Shuang."
As the stage director of The Magic Flute, Li Shuang was also busy with the club during Qin Jian's absence. The day before yesterday, he and the school's opera troupe arrived at the Haishi Conservatory of Music in advance with stage props and costumes to clear the way for the large troops.
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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Jian started a video call at the time agreed with Fang Xiaoyu.
Attend class.
Boer just finished his third monthly exam, and Fang Xiaoyu got the first place in his major.
"The performance is good and deserves encouragement."
Before get out of class ended, Qin Jian chatted with Fang Xiaoyu for a few words.
"Thank you, Master. It's just that I don't think my performance in this monthly exam was very good. I didn't handle my emotions as well as I wanted."
"Don't worry, there is still more than a month, which is enough for you."
"Um!!"
"Xiaoyu, how do you plan to apply for colleges?"
"I'm a little confused about this issue. My mother wants me to be closer to home. She wants me to take the entrance exam for Nanyang University."
"What about your own thoughts?"
"Of course I want to go outside and have a look."
Although the video was laggy and blurry, Fang Xiaoyu's laughter still clearly reached Qin Jian's ears.
"Xiaoyu, do you want to come to Huaguo Yuan and try it?"
"Ah?!" Fang Xiaoyu said in surprise, "Master, do you think I can do it?!"
"Work hard, it's not impossible."
"Oh my god...I, I, I..." Fang Xiaoyu was so excited that I couldn't stop thinking.
On the one hand, Qin Jian felt that it would be a pity for Fang Xiaoyu's talent to stay in the South Campus. In addition, in the past few months, Qin Jian could clearly see the changes in Fang Xiaoyu's professionalism through the tutorials in Chris's Beginner's Guide to Piano.
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So on the other hand, he hopes that while the other party can come here to enjoy a better platform, he can also teach the other party more conveniently.
However, this ultimately depends on what the other person wants.
"You can talk to your family, tell them what I said, and just say that I think there is nothing wrong with you."
"Okay, okay, thank you, master! I will discuss this matter with them!"
"But you have to work harder in the next two months."
"must!!!"
After assigning new homework to Fang Xiaoyu.
"Little fish."
"Huh? Master, tell me."
moment
"fine."
"It's getting cold, take care of yourself, and make an arrangement with your family to ask your mother to call me."
"Don't worry, master!"
After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian's thoughts had not yet recovered from Boer.
"Why."
It should be chaotic, but it's still chaotic as always.
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After a long sigh, Qin Jian took out his mobile phone and sent a message.
Let it go: What are you doing?
One second later.
Three Hundred Jin Smile sent a new text message.
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In the evening, Qin Jian had just finished the score of The Magic Flute, and the two of them opened the door of the dormitory in a hurry.
"Have you finished playing?
"Haha, it's really your loss that you didn't go today."
As soon as Wang Xiaoliang finished speaking, Chen Tang joined in and said, "Absolutely wonderful."
It was nothing at first, but this made Qin Jian interested: "What's going on?"
"Today Li Shasha confessed her love to Brother Feng in front of everyone. Brother Feng's expression at that time made me laugh to death."
"The big event of the year."
"What's the result?" Qin Jian was curious about the follow-up.
Wang Xiaoliang suddenly became serious, and then imitated Zheng Feng's usual tone of voice: OK."
At this moment, Zheng Feng walked into the dormitory with an awkward look on his face.
Qin Jian looked at the pink balloon in the opponent's hand and puffed: "Strong!"
“Hahahahaha————”
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404 The long-lost laughter of the four people lasted until early morning.
"Go to sleep, go to bed, we'll leave tomorrow morning."