777. The Re-creation of the Oriental Serenade Qin Jian
The wedding went on in an orderly manner.
When Shen Qingci and Liao Linjun put on each other's rings, Qin Jian, who was standing in the orchestra pit watching the scene, was a little moved.
Regarding the entangled emotional path of the two teachers, he believed that most others, including himself, had no way of knowing the details.
However, as a witness at this moment, he sincerely wished the two of them.
Perhaps the wedding speeches of both of them were a little short, not exciting enough, and not passionate enough.
Even when they kissed in public, they seemed less emotional.
Liao Linjun threw the flower bouquet into the arms of Xia Dong, who was the best man. At this time, the audience burst into warm applause.
Applause goes to the newcomers on the stage, and also to our conductor of the Yanjing Symphony Orchestra.
Under applause, two staff members pushed a black piano onto the stage. At this time, a bridesmaid also handed a violin and bow to Liao Linjun on the stage.
It is not difficult for the audience to guess what will happen next.
"Wow————————"
Shen Qingci calmly sat down in front of the piano, and Liao Linjun took the piano under his neck with extremely light movements.
The applause from the audience was even louder.
"la"
'la'
The two la sounds are produced by the piano and the violin respectively.
But with a "buzz" sound, two sound waves fought across the air, making a harsh and discordant sound.
Everyone laughed. For most people in the audience, this kind of thing is normal.
This is the daily life of classical musicians, but when it happens at such a moment, everyone finds it particularly cordial and interesting.
The couple on the stage also laughed.
In this case, the only way to tune the strings was the violin. Shen Qingci made a gesture of invitation, and the smile in his eyes seemed to say, 'It's because you didn't make the preparations well, hurry up and tune it.'
But Liao Linjun seemed to be deliberately motionless, so she looked at Shen Qingci teasingly with the piano.
The two of them just stared at each other, neither of them moving.
The laughter in the audience became even louder.
For a moment, Shen Qingci frowned, stood up from the piano helplessly, walked to Liao Linjun and took the violin from his hand.
Then the violin held the bow poorly and made an extremely unpleasant sound.
"Ha ha ha ha------"
"Old Shen, can you do it?" Leping grinned in the audience and teased.
"This is what my wife has cured." Xia Dong also shouted at the top of his lungs.
"It's so interesting hahahaha--" Li Shasha and everyone in the orchestra pit also laughed. In their impression, Director Shen was always calm and unhurried, both on and off the stage. He was never as embarrassed as he was right now.
Facing the various atmospheres at the scene, Shen Qingci had no time to immerse himself in them.
It was really his first time to tune the strings.
However, his concept of pitch is by no means worse than anyone present.
After three strokes, five divided by two, he returned the piano to Liao Linjun.
Liao Linjun took the piano without checking it, and Shen Qingci returned to the piano.
...
After a brief interlude, the hall became quiet.
Laughter is a joke, such an ensemble scene of a pair of divine couples is unusual for everyone in the audience.
Everyone is speculating on what kind of performance they will bring to everyone.
Some people speculate that it is Beethoven's "Spring".
Some people speculate that it is Elgar's "Hymn to Love".
Some people speculate that it is a work by Schubert, while others speculate that it is a work by Sibelius.
‘When~’
When Shen Qingci dropped his fingers and played a soft note, followed by a small arpeggio, just a sentence, a quiet atmosphere rose on the stage.
At this moment, ninety-nine percent of people guessed wrong.
Saint-Saëns - Introduction and Rondo Caprice.
Leping, Xia and Dong looked at each other. Xia Dong's eyes said, "I knew it." Leping raised his eyebrows, unwilling to be outdone, "Don't I know?"
It was too late, but it was so fast that I saw Liao Linjun twisting his right arm and raising the bow high the next second the piano sounded, and he lifted up his skirt and swayed, looking indescribably cool.
The moment the piano bow passed over her head.
Lower your bow!
Her right arm suddenly fell down, and with a sound of "Weng", she dropped the string accurately.
A delicate and long sound of breaking through the air then echoed in every corner of the wedding hall.
There are only two notes, E to A.
Liao Linjun only used a set of eighth-note division of labor to demonstrate the continuous bowing technique of the Medask violin champion.
The open string A is like the continuation of E, and the color picture is beautiful.
Music evolves.
The crescendo of vibrato slurs, in the sequence of eight, sixteen, and thirty-two notes, in just one section, with the close cooperation of the piano, a strong musical motive bursts out.
All the string students in the orchestra pit had goosebumps all over their bodies.
The violin's introduction goes from loose to tight, from slow to fast, through the melody pattern of the second measure, and in the third measure the tonic is an octave higher.
The bright sound line falls on the D note in the fourth measure, and the dominant seventh chord under Shen Qingci's fingers tightly wraps it.
Give people a warm feeling.
On the stage, the two showed their perfect harmony to the audience.
However, when the music reached the second part of the introduction, the mood of the violin under Liao Linjun's bow changed clearly.
She moved her arms very quickly as if on purpose.
Then a series of progressively arranged thirty-second notes appeared in a combination of two consecutive jumps.
It was as if an elegant swan quickly flew across the lake, creating ripples that continued continuously.
The atmosphere on the stage was tense instantly.
Just listening to the piano makes me catch up instantly.
A scene of a chasing pas de deux appears on the stage, which is a detailed foreshadowing of what will happen next.
It wasn't until Shen Qingci struck down groups of magnificent chords sonorously and powerfully that the piano seemed to take back the initiative on the stage.
Yet again.
After three measures, Liao Linjun responded with four consecutive stunning up-bow jumps, with a gorgeous short grace note at the beginning of the note, which brought a strong auditory impact to people.
There was a burst of silent applause from the audience.
Decisive, exciting and direct.
The violin's character finally blossoms in the Rondo Caprice, and the Spanish musical style is revealed.
Chasing the piano, picking up the elusive violin.
Shen Qingci and Liao Linjun began a cat-and-mouse game that could only happen between the piano and the violin.
Sometimes the violin swayed left and right in double tones, making the piano difficult to touch, and sometimes it was directly hidden in artificial overtones.
Sometimes the piano turns into columnar chords to search intensively for the whole column of soldiers, and sometimes uses arpeggios to weave a harmonious net to capture.
Scene after scene, exciting scenes were staged as the two of them ran away and chased each other.
Under this magnificent hall, the music in the air is full of emotional touches.
There is also a touch of unique romance in it.
...
Off stage.
A look of admiration, a look of envy, a look of admiration.
Under various eyes, the two piano sounds finally merged into one in the final fierce collision.
"Dang buzz——"
"Dang Weng——"
“Wow————————————————”
The audience suddenly burst into applause, and the children, groomsmen and bridesmaids scattered flower petals like a stage again.
Soft lights, petals all over the sky.
At this moment, all the applause turned into the best blessings.
Shen Qingci stood up and bowed to the audience side by side with Liao Linjun.
This bow includes their gratitude to their parents and teachers for their upbringing, and to every guest in the audience.
...
At this moment, there was movement in the orchestra pit.
Qin Jian waved his baton.
The loud trumpet took the lead in playing A Midsummer Night's Dream, resounding throughout the hall.
Under the solemn symphony, the newcomers came off.