Qin Jian panted heavily and sat down on the sofa opposite Shen Qingci's piano. He picked up the mineral water on the table beside him, unscrewed it and took a sip. After a moment: "Farewell, brother, I ran away." It’s noon.”
Shen Qingci smiled and continued to play without stopping, "Let's take a rest."
After a while, Qin Jian stood up and came to the piano, "Xu Yi."
While listening to Chopin's Ballade No. 1 played by Shen Qingci, Qin Jian told the other party in detail from the moment he got off the plane to today.
"I just came back from Brother Dong."
After explaining, Qin Jian stopped talking and quietly enjoyed Shen Qingci's performance.
Even he rarely heard Shen Qingci's complete performance of Chopin live. After a while, he was brought into the music by the sound of the piano.
Ballade means 'telling a story through ballads.'
At different stages of his artistic career, Chopin composed a total of four piano ballads with different styles, which are also must-selected pieces for the main stage of the Chopin Competition.
Among them, the "Ballade No. 1 in G minor" played by Shen Qingci is the most widely circulated.
It is said that the source of the story text of this ballade is the long poem "Conrad Wallenlod" by the famous Polish national poet Mickiewicz, which tells the story of a patriotic hero who sacrificed his life to die.
However, listening to Shen Qingci's performance does not have that kind of heroic and tragic feeling. If you put aside the background story of the work itself and just start from the auditory experience——
Qin Jian felt like he was listening to a middle-aged man talking to himself in front of an abstract oil painting.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes silent.
There is no dramatic tension at all.
But he just couldn't help but wanted to continue listening, wanting to hear the end.
As a result, he listened to the end and was still listening until the piano stopped.
But the music is over.
The lighter sounded with a click, "Have you decided which ballad to play next round?"
Shen Qingci's words brought him back.
Qin Jian replied, "I haven't decided yet, but I prefer Xu Yi."
Shen Qingci nodded, "Let's wait until you finish the performance."
Qin Jian hummed, then took out three invitations from his bag and placed them on the piano.
Shen Qingci took a look and blew out the smoke lightly, "Three pictures?"
"One belongs to Mr. Fu, I don't know where he lives, one belongs to you, and one..." Qin Jian paused at this point in his explanation, "When I went to see Director Ye in the morning, she There is no one in the office."
Shrugging, Qin Jian continued, "I have to go on stage for the last time later, and I think it will end very late, so I can only ask you~"
moment.
Shen Qingci collected the three invitation letters and said, "Okay, I understand. You can go about your business."
After Qin Jian left, Shen Qingci also left the office.
...
Six hours later.
The last stage walk at the Blue Ocean Concert Hall finally ended with 20 hours left before the performance.
"Have a good rest tonight. We won't have to worry about anything during the day tomorrow. We will bring our musical instruments and gather at the school gate at 4:30 p.m."
At the entrance of the Poly Theater, Qin Jian warned everyone again.
"Also, I saw that someone posted catwalk photos and short videos in WeChat Moments two days ago."
"I'll post what I posted before, but no one should post tonight's content. The panoramic stage effect must be kept secret."
There was a pause.
"Regarding the issue of tickets for tomorrow night's performance, I would like to apologize to everyone. At the same time, I also hope that everyone will stop chasing Tang Jie for tickets. Even I don't have any tickets left in my hand. I can understand that your parents want to come to the show. Especially the parents of students from outside the province, they may have to take time off to make this trip, but there is no way. In addition to the tickets reserved for the school leaders and co-organizers, the first game has already been sold out. It’s over.”
"But it doesn't matter, we are going to perform ten shows in a row. There are still seats for the fourth and fifth shows. Tickets for the next five shows are not yet on sale online. There are also weekend shows. Students in need can register with Tang Jie in advance.
, we will leave free tickets for everyone, but only one ticket per person, if not enough, you have to pay for it yourself."
"Due to the nature of this performance, I hope everyone can understand this."
"But please don't worry. After the entire performance is over, each of you will get your share of the performance fees. I guarantee you this."
"Finally, I wish our performance tomorrow night goes well."
"Okay, let's retreat!"
After finishing his speech, the team immediately disbanded.
Everyone understands and believes what Qin Jian said.
In fact, the purpose and starting point for many of them to join clubs, participate in rehearsals, and even participate in performances is simply to like the busy and fulfilling feeling and the atmosphere in the club.
They never thought that they could get a performance fee through such a thing, which gave them a unique spiritual experience - a feeling of learning the art for more than ten years and finally seeing the money back - it seemed that everything
Learning things still have value.
After everyone left, it became quiet in front of the main entrance of the Poly Theater.
In the moonlight, a huge blue poster was turning with a faint luster.
Located in the center of the poster, a tall and tall young man wearing a black tuxedo has his arms crossed on his chest with a calm expression. The baton is glowing in his right hand.
Standing next to him was a tall young woman wearing a waist-cinching purple dress. Her eyebrows were full of confidence and arrogance.
Not far behind the two people, in the background of the stage, is a group of smiling faces dressed in the same fancy clothes, holding various musical instruments, running around in high spirits.
‘Magic Flute’
‘Performance Group: Le Spring of Figaro’
‘Commander: Qin Jian’
‘Soprano: Ning Qianxia’
...
...
March 30, 2015.
17:04 pm, there are still 3 and a half hours until the show.
Two buses stopped outside the gate of Poly Theater, and then people got off the bus one after another with musical instruments.
"Change clothes first backstage, then do the duet on stage after changing clothes."
Qin Jian said and walked into the theater door first.
...
18:30.
The outside of the Poly Theater has become lively. Individual theater fans and enthusiastic audiences who have come for this performance are already preparing for the countdown to enter.
19:00.
Private cars one after another filled the underground parking lot of the Poly Theater.
Unlike in the past at school, for today's performance, it is impossible for Qin Jian as a conductor to appear at the entrance of the concert hall as a guest greeter.
But a more important figure is taking his place.
Li Sanli stood in front of the concert hall door with one hand and a cane, and people came up to greet him from time to time.
"Professor Li, I heard that today is your favorite disciple's performance."
"Old Li, I came here specifically for you today."
"You old man Li, I thought you had retired!"
For all these, the old man smiled, with welcome written all over his face.
Shen Qingci was smoking a cigarette behind the pillar next to the old man. Although it was not his home court today, he was still dressed more formally.
Looking at the increasingly crowded crowd in front of the door, he lowered his head and looked at his watch.
"We're entering the venue soon. Why aren't people coming yet?"
He was muttering in his heart. At this moment, Ye Hailing appeared in his field of vision. He was walking up the steps and looking around.
"Xiaoye!"
He shouted, stubbing his cigarette in the trash can nearby, and then took out an invitation from his arms.
...
19:10.
“Buzz!————”
With the sound of a bell, the four entrances of the Blue Ocean Concert Hall opened at the same time.