785. Powerful fans! A shy young man who is a guest on Dragon TV
Things like fate are sometimes real, how should I put it?
When Qin Jian gave the ticket to Li Zi, he never thought that this would happen. The ticket for Li Zi was originally prepared by him for Ma Yue.
Row 7 03 and row 7 05, a pair sitting together.
No matter how you put it, through some strange combination of circumstances, Fatty met a new friend in Haishi.
At this time, the unintentional instigator had already fallen asleep on the plane to Guangzhou.
This tour, which he originally planned to have only 6 to 8 shows, was abruptly arranged by Leping into 17 shows.
Rush back to rush, tired back tired.
But this time, Qin Jian finally earned the first pot of gold in his career with his own hands, and it was a big pot. He felt that this was different from the prize money in the competition.
There are only three stops left on the tour in the south. After completing these three stops, he can return to Nanshi.
There is no special meaning in leaving Nanshi Station as the last stop. Maybe he saved the best performance for last?
Anyway, his first tour is almost over.
...
On the evening of December 7, Qin Jian and the Guangzhou Symphony Orchestra completed their performance at the Guangzhou Grand Theater, and then returned to Yanjing overnight to finish rehearsals the next morning and then flew to Xiamen.
toss.
On the evening of December 8, after the concert at the Xiamen Concert Hall, he returned to the hotel and had a good sleep.
On the morning of December 8, we took the train and arrived in Shenzhen.
There was also a slight problem at the concert in Shenzhen City. Mr. Chen Zeming, the conductor of the Shenzhen Symphony Orchestra, suddenly had a slight health condition before going on stage in the evening.
The old man can't go on stage anymore.
Usually the organizer of this kind of concert also arranges substitute conductors in advance, but this time Leping missed it.
The bell rang for the second half of the concert, and Qin Jian could only go on stage under tremendous pressure and prepare to perform on his own.
This is the first tour in his career and also the first challenge.
He must make this concert end perfectly.
He first apologized to the audience and explained the situation.
He received encouraging applause from the audience.
Bow and thank you.
After the applause fell, he calmly walked up to the podium.
There was no rush to start, he first looked around the circle of musicians with a smile.
Mr. Chen's incident happened suddenly, and all the musicians were caught off guard.
However, when Qin Jian stood on the stage, everyone seemed to have found their backbone. After a while, everyone's mood stabilized.
At that moment, all the eyes of the audience were focused on the figure on the podium.
At the backstage entrance, Song Ling clenched her hands anxiously.
At that moment, Qin Jian seemed to hear the breathing rate of the entire hall.
In a small breath, he raised his hand.
One dot, one stroke, and the orchestra plays.
Under Qin Jian's gesture, the orchestra began to play an introduction that was full of power without losing its power.
'Chopin Piano Concerto No. 2'
Perhaps this long introduction and the reliable performance of the Shenzhen Symphony Orchestra gave Qin Jian some breathing space.
By the time he sat down in front of the piano and played the first note, he was already much more relaxed than before he came on stage.
As the music unfolded, Qin Jian gradually entered his father's playing state.
In Chopin's two piano concertos, the piano occupies the absolute leading role.
The orchestra is built on Qin Jian's "self". No matter whether the piano is powerful or whispering, or even if he doesn't say a word, the orchestra is always under Qin Jian's control.
The three movements were completed in one go, and Qin Jian's wonderful self-fingerprinting won thunderous applause from the audience.
Needless to say, for the audience, this night's performance was a "great value for money" performance.
The audience tonight is lucky, they witnessed Qin Jian's self-reflection with their own eyes.
This is something that the audience has never experienced in the other fifteen games.
#Qinjian Shenzhen Station Concert Self-playing and self-referring Xiao Er#
Qin Jian was on the hot search again that night, and fans left messages one after another
【Ah ah ah, so handsome!】
[I was at the scene and can only say that I was shocked]
[The 480 tickets are really worth it]
[Pay tribute to Teacher Qin, I majored in conducting and minored in piano. It’s really not easy for me to play and direct myself]
[I also want my brother’s concert in Dafu Province, woohoo!! Brother, look here!!]
Qin Jian's music fans from all over the world once again left messages at the bottom of Qin Jian's Weibo, begging to come.
Qin Jian could only smile helplessly at this. The concert schedule for this trip was indeed unable to take care of the needs of all music fans.
During the transfer, he posted some videos of his usual piano practice and some rehearsal highlights at the bottom of his personal Weibo.
He is not a person who likes to show off his life, so this can be regarded as a response to his enthusiasm for his fans.
Qin Jian Piano: ‘Thank you for your support’
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It was already three o'clock in the morning on December 11 when the plane arrived in Nanshi.
Nanshi Airport Hall.
"Sister Song, please take everyone directly to the hotel. I want to go home tonight."
Song Ling nodded, "Okay, I'll take you back later."
Qin Jian waved his hand: "My parents will pick me up, don't worry."
As he spoke, he looked around at his entourage and said, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Have a good rest tonight. I'll treat you tomorrow night."
"Hahaha."
"The landlord wants to treat a guest."
Everyone laughs.
Song Ling thought for a while and agreed. All the way to Nanshi, she had already established trust in Qin Jian, not to mention that Qin Jian had already told his parents to pick him up.
"Then say hello to uncle and aunt for us, bye."
The entourage left under the leadership of Song Ling.
Qin Jian turned around and pulled his luggage towards Exit 2 of Area B.
...
There were not many people picking up the plane at midnight, and Qin Gang and his wife had been looking forward to the exit gate.
Qin Jian also saw the two of them as soon as he came out.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, and he quickly stepped forward to meet her.
"Why have you lost weight again!"
Fang Xuehua took off Qin Jian's hat and said with distressed eyes. Watching her son take off his makeup and lose weight, his face was completely different from what she saw on TV.
Qin Jian grinned: "It's okay, Mom, I can eat it."
Fang Xuehua just wanted to stuff all the delicious food prepared in the refrigerator into his son's mouth.
"How about it? It's hot over there in Shenzhen City." Qin Gang took Qin Jian's box with a smile, "Go home first and talk about it on the way."
"It's hot, why isn't it hot?"
The family of three walked out of the airport laughing and talking.
Qin Gang got on the expressway directly, and after more than an hour's journey, the family of three returned to their new home in Yangcheng.
The smell of food hits your nostrils when you walk in.
The house is different after all. Qin Jian couldn't find the bathroom door as soon as he entered the living room.
"Come on son, let's see your bedroom. Do you like it?"
Fang Xuehua took Qin Jian into a bedroom. All the decorations in the room were brand new. Next to the new bed was a black piano, which was the one in the living room before.
Next to the piano are piles of his old 'junk'.
"We didn't throw away your previous things when we moved."
Qin Jian knelt down and picked up a rusty lock, turned around and said, "Where is my sister's room?"
Fang Xuehua brought Qin Jian to He Jing's bedroom. He Jing's bedroom was a little larger than his, with elegant decoration and a piano in the corner.
It can be seen that it was purchased new.
"Not bad."
Qin Jian raised his hand to take a photo and sent it to He Jing.
At this time, Qin Gang's voice came from the living room, "Come on, come and eat!"
...
In the lobby of Yanjing International Airport, He Jing looked at the photos sent by Qin Jian and couldn't help but smile.
Then we rushed to the next flight with a ‘click, click, click’ sound.