756. Voice Ministers' Statements Ministry of Culture
"Well, you go to class."
"Good night."
The two said good night to each other on the phone, and Qin Jian got off the car and returned to the dormitory.
On the way, he called Qin Gang again and told him about the concert tonight.
Lao Qin didn't have any suggestions for this kind of concert. He just asked Qin Jian to wink tomorrow. If there was a photo session with the leaders at the end, he would have to pay more attention. He talked for a long time without expressing the core idea.
Thoughts, but Qin Jian understood what he meant.
"Don't worry, Dad."
Fang Xuehua, who was by the phone, didn't care about the concert. She kept asking about the weather, "Son, mom bought you some clothes yesterday and asked your dad to mail them to you tomorrow. The temperature in Yanjing is about to cool down, so you have to pay attention.
Keep warm. If you need anything, just tell mom."
Qin Jian: "Yeah, thank you, Mom. It's getting cold at home, so take care of yourselves. I don't need anything."
Fang Xuehua: "Okay, okay, go back to the dormitory quickly. It's cold outside. Mom won't talk to you anymore."
Qin Gang: "Hey wait..."
Qin Jian only heard "Wait" from Lao Qin on the phone, and then the call was hung up.
interesting.
After opening the "Kiss the Family" group, Qin Jian made a "funny" expression and walked into the dormitory door.
Back in the dormitory, the three people in the dormitory were playing games intensely.
Zheng Feng's joining Summoner's Rift fully illustrates the characteristics of human beings as social creatures.
"Come or not, let's be awesome together?" Wang Xiaoliang rolled his qwer crazily and turned to ask Qin Jian.
The next second, Wang Xiaoliang's 'Big Galen' fell to his knees at the feet of the opponent's weapons master.
"Pfft~" Qin Jian smiled unkindly, "Forget it."
"Xiao Liang, where is your fucking brain?" Chen Tangjie was furious, "You won't hold me back and wait for me."
Wang Xiaoliang watched the bloody weapon being taken away by Chen Tangjie's blind man, his eyes filled with resentment: "Damn it!"
At the same time, Zheng Feng's Ice Shooter was pushed to the ground and rubbed by three enemies under the tower.
Then an ecstatic "Ah~~" sounded from the speaker of Zheng Feng's computer.
Brother Feng left the keyboard with his expressionless hands and took a calm sip of water.
Chen Tangjie desperately switched to the top lane with his opponent, "Xiao Liang, if you're still alive, just go to the bottom lane to protect Brother Feng, don't let him die again..."
...
"You continue to be awesome."
Qin Jian returned to his writing desk and continued to conceive and organize the piano finger teaching method of "Chopin's hand positions + key points guide".
Judging from Fang Xiaoyu's actual learning and performance situation, this teaching method has unlimited potential for the art examination market.
Qin Jian also noted this down and handed it over to He Jing when the time comes.
As for how to maximize its value, he thought He Jing should be more experienced than him.
Before going to bed, Qin Jian played through all the music for tomorrow night's concert again.
A night of silence.
...
On November 6, Qin Jian rushed to the piano room early in the morning and practiced morning exercises for two hours.
Then at 09:50 he left the piano room and went to classroom 214 in the teaching building.
This morning was Li Sanli's professional class, and he didn't dare to skip this class.
During the two-hour class, my grandpa continued the content from the previous semester and gave Qin Jian a lot of German-language Chinese drama content.
It can be seen that the old man is also interested in helping him prepare for the opera competition at the end of the year.
When get out of class was over, the old man asked about the story script of Ya Da and Qi La:
"Who wrote this script?"
When Li Sanli got the story script of Ya Da and Qi La, he studied it for two months.
After looking through a lot of information, he could not find the source of the script for this story, so he judged that this was a new story script.
He knew that Qin Jian had performed a baroque variation at the Mozart Piano Competition, and it was widely rumored that Qin Jian composed this piece for the competition.
He had no doubt about this. His student's musical talent was rare in modern times.
So he had reason to believe that the orchestral orchestration of this opera was also written by Qin Jian, but even if he broke his crutch, he would not believe that the story script of this opera was written by Qin Jian.
Although Qin Jian has been translating a German piano document for the past year, in his opinion, this is completely different from creating a German story script.
Facing Li Sanli's question, Qin Jian replied calmly:
"Teacher Li, I bought this story script at the Salzburg Music Festival."
He knew that sooner or later someone would investigate this matter.
He could say that he composed the music, but he couldn't admit that he wrote the story script.
"oh?"
Li Sanli's eyes lit up, he could accept Qin Jian's statement.
Every year during the shopping week of the Salzburg Music Festival, there are some strange gadgets for sale, ranging from modern music works by some young composers to some Mozart peripherals.
"Is it a manuscript?" Li Sanli asked.
Qin Jian shook his head: "No."
Li Sanli was a little disappointed, but the doubts in his heart were cleared up, and he no longer had any problems. "Get ready for the competition. This script is not easy to arrange. If you have any questions, please discuss with your senior sister."
"Don't worry, teacher," Qin Jian smiled, "My next rehearsal plan is to be meticulous, and I will have to ask you to check it for me when the time comes."
Li Sanli grinned, and the corners of his eyes drooped even more. "Good opera works are created bit by bit. I heard what Sha Sha said about the past two days."
Qin Jian opened his mouth.
Li Sanli waved his hand: "You did the right thing."
Qin Jian opened his mouth again.
Li Sanli changed his voice: "But I want to remind you that for a stage conductor, there is never a perfect stage configuration."
"A good conductor is good at using every corner of the stage."
Qin Jian nodded: "Thank you for your advice."
Li Sanli stood up and picked up the crutches beside him: "get out of class is over."
Qin Jian helped Li Sanli downstairs.
"Perform well in the concert tonight and don't embarrass the college."
After that, the old man walked slowly towards the college family road with crutches.
Qin Jian looked at the time and then returned to the piano room.
Midway through, Duan Ranxing sent him a message: ‘Don’t forget the concealer’
Let it go: ‘Hmm, hurry up and get up’
At 15:30 in the afternoon, Qin Jian left the piano room and returned to the dormitory to take a shower, then packed up his belongings and drove to the Zhongshan Concert Hall.
Passing by the dry cleaners, he picked up a dress.
When we arrived at the concert hall, the place was busy and noisy.
Staff throughout the concert hall are doing final equipment adjustments.
After all the scenery was brought to the stage, Qin Jian went over the concert process with Ma Peng and the host again.
Two hours flew by.
...
18:30.
The entire Zhongshan Concert Hall is under martial law.
After Qin Jian had dinner served by the staff in the rest room backstage, two makeup artists, a man and a woman, knocked on his door.
Male makeup artist: "Teacher Qin, can we start?"
"Sorry for the trouble, you two.
"Qin Jian turned around and sat in front of the dressing table, and continued to pick up Xiao Er's band score.