410. Sisters and Brothers Reminiscing on Reception Etiquette
An exile who has lost his musical roots, tradition and homeland foundation has no comfort left except quiet memories and constant silence.
The whole morning after leaving the showroom, Qin Jian's mind was filled with Paganini's melody.
The Russian nostalgia melody filled in it should represent his nostalgia for his motherland. This melody is intertwined with the lonely and sad emotions of an artist who has left his hometown, just like the introduction to the theme of the Doomsday Book...
Along this line, Qin Jian seems to have opened a new door.
The purple lilac is still the same purple lilac, but the purple lilac is no longer one, nor is it a solitary admiration in the whiteness.
If he were asked to pick up the Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini again now, he seemed to already know where to put down his hands.
My hands felt itchy, but there was only the dining table in front of me.
“This red sausage is delicious.”
“This soup is not bad either.”
The people speaking at the moment were the first violinist of the Gu Symphony Orchestra and Xia Shu, who were accompanying Cai Song. The two brought a lot of delicious food to everyone.
Seeing that the dining table was filled with delicious food, everyone started to move. Seeing that Qin Jian was still in a daze, Cai Song knocked the bowl at him and said: "Hey, hey, it's time to eat, it's time to eat, don't think about it, I've been thinking about it all morning.
Already."
When Qin Jian heard the sound, he subconsciously looked around, and everyone looked at him curiously.
"Uh, sorry, sorry."
"Eat, eat."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the steaming soup in front of him, and then looked at the spoons in everyone's hands.
Then he spread his hands and looked confused.
"Where's my spoon?"
moment.
"Ha ha ha ha--------"
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My spoon became everyone's joke. Qin Jian didn't know what everyone was talking about until after finishing the meal.
"What kind of soup can you drink without a spoon?"
Later, when someone mentioned it, he would retort like this.
After a funny lunch, everyone visited the entire Chaiyuan again under the leadership of the team leader.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, each team gathered in the concert hall auditorium.
The opening ceremony begins.
Compared with ordinary opening ceremonies, today's opening ceremony was relatively novel. There was no opening music, no leader spoke, and no banners were hung above the stage in the hall.
Everyone in the audience was guarding an empty stage, waiting quietly with their own headphones.
About five minutes later, an old man with a big beard walked to the center of the stage holding a microphone.
As everyone knows, this is Mr. Ruggiero, the current president of Chaiyuan.
When Qin Jian toasted Savier last night, he even said hello to the old man. He was a cute little old man.
As expected, the old man did not disappoint once he took the stage.
"I heard that someone brought out two pieces of red sausage from the cafeteria at noon."
Everyone can hear the translation through headphones.
The audience burst into laughter.
Then the old man thanked everyone for their affirmation of Chaiyuan's food, and then he welcomed everyone on behalf of the organizer of this event.
"Okay, now we can get down to business."
After the words fell, the red sausage incident was over, and it was time for dinner.
The old man raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and then a piece of music sounded in the hall.
As soon as the bell-like piano introduction was played, everyone could tell that it was Pull 2.
"Please enjoy this piece of music first."
To be honest, Qin Jian didn't know what this link was about, but since the old dean asked everyone to listen, he listened carefully.
A minute passed, and he didn't find anything worthy of special mention in this second piece. It was quite satisfactory, but he could tell that the performer's grasp of the integrity of the music was extremely good, but some notes sounded a little uncomfortable.
After the first movement ended, the old man snapped his fingers again.
The music stopped.
"Do you have any opinions on this piece of music? You can raise your hands."
Not long after he finished speaking, a black guy stood up, and the translator relayed his words through the microphone, "It's a little boring."
After saying that, he sat down.
"Um--"
Ruggiero looked around and asked, "Does anyone else want to express their opinion?"
Perhaps everyone felt that answering such a question was a bit boring. After 10 seconds, no one stood up.
Ruggiero sighed, and then repeated what the black guy said, "It's a bit boring."
"Well said."
"I also felt a little bored when I was recording last night."
This time, Ruggiero's words seemed to explode in the audience.
No one knew that this was played by Ruggiero before. As for the black guy who just said the class was boring, he also looked embarrassed.
However, Qin Jian realized that it was nothing. Everyone present knew that as the world's top violinist, Ruggiero was not a piano player at all.
Qin Jian suddenly had an idea. If everyone knew before the music started that this was Ruggiero's La Er, would the scene at this time be a little different?
After all, his performance is already very good.
"Very good. The purpose of the seminar on Sergei's works that we are holding this time is to express your thoughts."
As Ruggiero spoke again, the hall fell silent again.
There was a pause.
"Next, let's continue."
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers again and the music started.
The crisp and exciting chord beat sounded, and everyone knew it.
"Rage's Prelude in G minor."
Someone has already told the answer.
After about 10 seconds of the sonorous and powerful performance, most people present were sure that it was definitely not Ruggiero's performance.
"This prelude in G minor is quite interesting. Most people would never dare to play it at such a slow speed." Qin Jian said in his heart, "They can't play it with this kind of temperament."
"I don't know who played this."
Soon, five minutes passed.
A crisp snap of fingers.
Ruggiero walked to the front of the stage, holding a microphone like a speaker, "Old rules, someone can tell me."
No one dared to raise their hands this time.
Seeing no one responded, Ruggiero pretended to frown, then smiled and said, "Then let me talk about it first."
"I have never heard such a slow G minor prelude, but I have to say that the music has flexible rhythm, clear layers, and rich bass harmony."
After Ruggiero finished speaking, he raised his hand and said, "The next one."
Sure enough, an Asian-faced man stood up behind him, a middle-aged Korean man with eyes.
Translation: "My views are different from yours. I think Rach's works should have the speed he deserves. I was fortunate enough to listen to the original CD of Rage's G minor Prelude. I think there is a huge difference between the two."
Ruggiero nodded. "A great point."
"Is there any more?" He said and looked at Shigeto again.
Judging from the reaction of everyone in the audience, it seems that many people are inclined to the Korean point of view.
"Okay." Ruggiero nodded angrily, "Please give some applause to the director of our piano department, Mr. Leon Cavallo."
Then, a thick-haired middle-aged Russian man stood up in the first row of seats.
He turned around and bowed half-length towards everyone.
How could everyone not understand what was going on, so naturally there was an uproar again.
Leon Cavallo is a representative of the Russian piano school active on the world stage today, and almost everyone who is doing it knows it.
Just, just.
Did he just play the G minor Prelude so slowly on purpose?
"thank you all."
Ruggiero said, his expression becoming slightly serious.
"The performer of the piece I'm going to play next is still there, maybe one of the people sitting here."
Almost everyone in the audience made some noise, and the whole hall suddenly seemed a bit chaotic.
"But one thing you can rest assured is that no one will know who will perform this piece."
"If you know each other, please abide by the rules of the game and don't tell it."