Chapter 58: Dialogue under the stage, gestures on stage
when the door opens again.
Looking at the white figure appearing in the door frame, Qin Jian felt even hotter
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After the host announced the start of the second half of the musical performance, Qin Jian walked onto the stage and politely scanned the audience and then bent slightly.
The audience immediately burst into applause and cheers.
"Go on, handsome guy."
"Can you please request a song? My wife wants to listen to Dream Wedding."
"Zhao Yu!! Zhao Yu!!"
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Qin Jian took the microphone from Teacher Damu.
"Thank you everyone."
The shouting in the audience became quieter.
"For the next performance, I need to invite my... partner."
As he spoke, he raised his hands towards the edge of the stage and made a gesture of invitation.
Everyone looked curiously in the direction of Qin Jian's finger.
moment.
On one side of the stage, a woman wearing a white gauze skirt, holding a flute in her left hand and a flute in her right hand, walked over slowly on a pair of white embroidered shoes.
The originally noisy scene now fell into silence.
The woman has a ponytail, and under the light, her delicate and flawless face exudes a touch of elegance, and her clear water-colored eyes are like two clear springs, which can be seen to the bottom.
At this time, the woman came to Qin Jian's side, and the stage halo that originally belonged to Qin Jian completely disappeared.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on this woman who looked like she had stepped out of a painting.
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"Chi Heng, Chi Heng, look, look, damn, it's a fairy this time."
Chi Heng, who was listening to the Well-Tempered Music Collection with headphones to cleanse his ears, felt another kick in the same position on his leg.
"Chi Rui!..."
Chi Heng took off his headphones before he could question him.
"Chi Heng, hurry up, look."
Seeing the other person looking at the stage with an infatuated expression, Chi Heng couldn't help but look over, and his eyes couldn't help but be startled.
"Qudi? Nanxiao?" Staring at the instrument on the woman's right hand on the stage, Chi Heng pondered for a moment and shook his head, "No, it's a Dongxiao."
The girl opened her mouth speechlessly, "Chi Heng, is there really nothing wrong with you?"
Ignoring the other party, Chi Heng kept his eyes on the stage. When he saw Qin Jian sitting in front of the piano again, a trace of curiosity was aroused in his heart.
What is it this time, concerto? Ensemble?
A combination of Chinese and Western?
Seems interesting.
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Because of Ye Yi's appearance, the diners in the audience surprisingly reached a certain consensus and behaved very quietly.
"Rolling bead curtain."
Qin Jian put down the microphone, and there was only a slight movement in the audience.
"I've never heard the flute played before."
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. The little sister is holding a flute."
"Wow."
Ye Yi stood in front of the piano and looked sideways at Qin Jian.
Eyes facing each other.
Qin Jian raised his hand and pointed directly.
Smooth decomposition accompaniment chords slowly sounded from the Qin key
Just after the audience gradually followed the sound of the piano and entered the music.
Ye Yi slowly changed to holding the flute in both hands and slowly held it in front of him.
The flute sounds.
Like a gust of wind blowing through the red window of a boudoir.
The windows are open and the curtains are scattered.
The sound of the flute slowly
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"Mr. Chen, what do you think of my suggestion?"
Next to the fence on the second floor, Vincent came to see the two young musicians on the stage and tried again to the woman on the side.
Hearing the words in his ear, he swung the red wine glass in his hand and said, "Wen Da Production, haven't you communicated with the other party?"
"Uh..." Wen Xilai was a little embarrassed, "The other party doesn't seem to be interested in the entertainment industry."
"Then there's nothing I can do."
"Mr. Chen, are you joking again? Isn't he your employee? I guarantee that as long as he wants, he will..."
The woman smiled and interrupted Wen Xilai's words, "Mr. Wen, do you know his name?"
"Isn't your name Zhao Yu?"
"Yes, I believed it at first."
After the woman said this, she tightened her woolen coat and turned around to walk towards the corridor behind her.
"I don't understand what you are saying!" Wen Xilai looked at the woman's tall back with confusion.
The sound of high heels suddenly stopped.
"He's still a student, don't disturb him for now."
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"Do all foreign countries use such chord symbols?" the girl asked, looking at Chi Heng who was lying on the table and scribbling on the menu with a pen.
"Don't talk to me, I missed two more sounds."
"you!"
After a while, the music in my ears ended.
Chi Heng picked up the menu and looked at it, his eyes filled with a strange smile, "City in the Sky is arranged like this, and it's actually a little bit moving."
Aangmu's deep south flute is held under the piano with a thick sound, which gives the piano the confidence to perform intensively and quickly in the high range of the piano.
Silence and movement complement each other.
"It's getting more and more interesting."
"I wonder what the last song will be?"
Chi Heng put down the menu, looked at the bar and snapped his fingers, "waiter!"
Soon, a waiter ran over.
"Sir, please tell me."
"scotch over."
"Uh, I'm sorry, what do you mean?" The waiter was a little dumbfounded.
"He wants a glass of scotch, and then he'll give me a glass of hot milk." The girl on the side looked at the waiter and winked, "Thank you!"
After the waiter left, the girl's expression changed, "Are you so excited! And you even started to speak with a foreign accent?"
"Why, where did Young Master Chi get the interest to take a few sips all of a sudden?"
Chi Heng looked at the playful expression on the girl in front of him and suddenly raised his eyebrows.
"Diminished seven is a diminished seventh chord!"
As he spoke, he picked up a pen and wrote #fo7 in an obvious space on the menu.
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on the stage.
Ye Yizheng turned around and was about to change the instrument for the last song.
Qin Jian suddenly stood up, put his head over the piano and leaned into Ye Yi's ear and said softly: "Are you tired?"
Although Qin Jian tried his best to control his volume, the sound still reached every corner of the hall through the microphone.
Although the sound was very subtle, everyone paying attention to the stage heard it clearly.
The audience suddenly burst into cheers.
"Ahhhhh~ I'm sore"
"Are you tired, beauty? If you are tired, take a rest. If nothing happens, we will wait for you!"
"Sit down for a while, little sister."
"Oh~ this handsome guy is quite good at hurting people."
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Ye Yina had experienced such a scene before. He didn't know where to turn his body for a moment, and his face turned red all of a sudden.
Qin Jian was experienced this time and did not dare to speak anymore. He quickly stood up and walked around the piano, grabbed Ye Yi's arm, pulled him to his piano bench, and motioned for him to sit down.
After Ye Yi sat down, he patted his chest, breathed out gently, and then glanced apologetically at Qin Jian beside him.
After hesitating for a moment, he raised his right hand and gestured at his temple, then made a fist and pointed at himself with his little finger, and finally locked his hands together.
this…
Qin Jian nodded pretending to understand, then smiled awkwardly, picked up the flute on the piano and handed it to Ye Yi.
Seeing Qin Jian smile, Ye Yi also smiled.
Gradually, even the audience became quiet.
After adjusting his breathing and expression, Qin Jian turned to the audience and picked up the microphone.