MTL - King of Classical Music-Chapter 4
Indeed, as Zheng Weiqiao said, the middle-aged man, as the deputy chief of the b-channel pipeline symphony orchestra, still has a little strength. He played the second movement of Dvorak’s "The Sixth Symphony of the D Major". It is a gentle and slow soft board.
The music is light and comfortable, and if the gentle hand moves the heartstrings of the person, even the 戚暮 gives a good evaluation of the song. The only pity is that in the final closing part, the middle-aged person is obviously too anxious and has not dealt with the final ending of calm.
Hearing and frowning.
This should be placed in the concert of the big orchestra in Europe. It is a major mistake, the kind that can be warned or even removed. But for the current orchestra's job fair, this middle-aged man has already performed well enough, at least let other players wait and see.
"The little boy, you can do anything in this world without talent. Your parents will die early, I will discipline you for them, let you know what to say, what should not say, what place It’s time to go, nowhere to go.” After the middle-aged man played his own repertoire, he went to the side of the beggar and sneered at the next sentence.
The rumored speech suddenly laughed, it looks like... This person is really a soft persimmon, can you just pinch it?
"Mr. Lu, you know... before you, what kind of person said this?"
The middle-aged man yelled and asked subconsciously: "Who?"
Jun Ting's delicate Meifeng peaked slightly, pretending to think for a long while, and then said: "The chief conductor of the B City Symphony Orchestra, Mr. Tan Lao, the chairman of the Huaxia Music Association, the music director of the s city symphony orchestra... Munich Philharmonic Mr. Verona, the violinist of the orchestra, and Mr. Derek, the music director of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra. Well, remember so much for the time being."
His voice was calm and calm, but the people around him listened to his smiling voice, and they both opened their eyes in surprise, and the sound of amazement sounded from time to time.
The middle-aged man listened to the name, the darker his face. These people don't want to say the music director of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, the chief conductor of the nearest city symphony orchestra, which is too far from his world.
This middle-aged man was originally looking at the annihilation of his parents and his family. He wanted to fall into the rock and fall down the genius prodigy. I didn’t expect to lift the stone and lick his own feet, letting him face his face. You must know that the dead camel is bigger than the horse. Even if these predecessors look at the aunt's aunt, it is impossible to make others so humiliated.
It’s his business to be degraded, and you are going to bully him. That’s what you are wrong with.
In the hearts of the old predecessors, there are always scales hanging.
The middle-aged man felt that his face had no light, and he had to swear by the words "If you have the ability to take this job and say it again," then you will leave with impetuosity. Looking at the back of his distant eyes, it is a pity that he is merciful in his eyes.
Those who are hated and blinded will not go too far on this road.
戚暮 It’s not too late today, the serial number is also in the last few. When it’s his turn, there are only three or four people left in the field, and the middle-aged man is also in it, looking cold. Ready to see his jokes.
"Oh, a hairy boy thinks that he doesn't take the violin for a few years, can he really compare with us?"
He did not pay attention to this deliberate provocative discourse. After hearing his serial number, he put down the rosin that had been wiped in his hands and got up and went to the frontcourt.
The stage of the job fair is a small theater where several heavyweights of the B City Symphony Orchestra sit in the middle of the front row of seats. A high wattage spotlight illuminates the center of the stage, leaving the player with a standing position.
I stepped forward and calmly walked over.
"Hey...?" The violin chief of the B City Symphony Orchestra sitting in the front row read the name in a strange way, then immediately turned to look at the white-haired old man on the side, tentatively asked: "Tan Lao, yes ...that oh?"
The white-haired old man snorted coldly and said: "Listen to the song."
The violin chief smiled and didn't ask more.
"No. 36, hey, Dvorak's second movement of the "D major symphony", ask the teachers to advise."
As soon as the words fell, the face of the middle-aged man who was watching Lu was blackened, and the other players around him smirked and smirked at him. As for the people sitting on the judges' seats, the violin chief Du Shengxian of the B City Symphony Orchestra asked curiously: "Hey, isn't the song you originally chose to play is not the fourth movement?"
Dvorak’s name is a legendary existence in the history of music. He has nine most symphonies in his life. The ninth symphony that has spread all over the world has a name, “From New World”. The "D Major Symphony" is the sixth of the nine.
The main concert of the b-symphony orchestra of the city is Dvorak's "d major" and "golden spinning car", so the 40 players who participated in this competition are selected from these two songs. Originally, Zheng Weiqiao gave the fourth movement of the "D major symphony", which is the last part of the whole song, and it is the end of the song.
He smiled and bent his throat and replied: "Mr. Du, there is no triple movement in front of it. I think the final chapter is still lacking, so I want to temporarily change to the second movement." Apparently, I glanced at the middle-aged man who had already been mad at the side, and the smile at the bottom of his eyes was a bit deeper.
Du Sheng will take his little tricks into his eyes, then smile and nod. "Okay, then you will start playing."
After politely bowing, he lifted the violin and put it on the left shoulder. He took a deep breath and then lifted the slender and beautiful bow. The next second, like the soft feathers of the graceful piano. From the hole, slowly flow out.
The beginning of the song makes people feel awkward, feeling the mind is empty, and came to the beautiful fairyland. The fluttering vibrato is treated to the ultimate chord. With the release of the exquisite sound of the violin, people almost forget their position. They only feel that they are in a soft warm water, as if they are stepping on the clouds.
The second movement of "d major" is, in the eyes of many people, the most common part of the whole song. Not as exciting and brisk as the first movement, not as witty as the third movement, and even worse than the fourth movement. However, it is such a seemingly warm and peaceful piece of soft board, but in the hands of the scorpion seems to have life, people feel the calm of the soul.
If, before, the middle-aged Lu’s middle-aged people played well and could reach the level of the China National Grand Theatre, then the song that has been played now has surpassed the other side, even if it is placed in Europe, it is second to none. s level.
Especially the final finishing, the long-lasting charm, so that the judges here have not recovered from the music, not to mention other players who are listening.
"My performance is over, thank you for listening."
The young people’s low-pitched and pleasant voices brought back the thoughts of people flying to the sky. Du Sheng put away the relaxed look and solemnly looked at the embarrassment on the stage.
I saw that under the bright and glaring spotlight, this handsome and graceful young man seemed to be able to compete with the sun, especially the appearance of his closed piano, as if there was an invisible light shining behind the youth. , people can not look directly.
Du Sheng secretly thought in his heart: If this is the defeated son that Tan Lao often said... then, he is afraid that even losing his family is not as good!
On the side of the stage, the middle-aged man has already stunned his face with anger.
There is no need for judges to comment at all. The gap between him and this young man can be seen by anyone with a clear eye. He played only the second movement of "d major", and the performance of the pipa was already the whole piece of music, including the brisk of the prelude, the humor of the back, as long as he listened to his performance, it made people want The desire to listen to the whole song.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man no longer has a face to stay, and he immediately stunned and stunned, and his back looks like a rush, like a wilderness.
戚暮 Naturally aimed at the departure of this middle-aged man, he smiled slightly with a smile on his lips, but there was no multilingual.
At the jury's seat, Mr. Tan Zhenghui, the chief conductor of the B City Symphony Orchestra, who was sitting in the middle of the center, looked at the complex time for a long time. He finally sighed long and the fingers that had been clenched were slowly loosened.
Tan Laodao: "The performance is very good, you can go on and wait for the result."
It was said that at the place, everyone was suddenly stunned. And he was a little bit stunned, and he smiled and politely bowed and then turned and left.
Du Sheng looked at the back of Qing Jun, and frowned. He whispered, "Oh, why don't you let him leave without giving a comment? Is this not... not very good?"
Who expected Tan Lao to raise an eyebrow and asked: "Who is the rule?"
Du Sheng slammed the ground and replied: "You are set."
"Oh, now the rules have changed, I am right."
"..."
The line, the orchestra you command, do what you want to do!
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Outside the small theater, Zheng Weiqiao has waited for a while. As soon as he saw him, he immediately greeted him. When he said nothing, he quickly comforted him: "You haven't touched the violin for many years, and this has only been practiced for a few days. This defeat is still extenuating. You I don't have to go to my heart. I heard that the b-string symphony orchestra will start recruiting next month. You can try it."
The rumored words stunned the scorpion and looked at Zheng Weiqiao with a funny smile.
Zheng Weiqiao took the sly silence as the default, and quickly said: "It is not good. There are many teachers and friends in the city. We can also go to the city to develop. There are many teachers and students in the city symphony orchestra. Colleagues, if you work hard with your level, you can definitely enter the first violin group."
Under the gentle sunshine, the young black hair was exposed to a golden color. I saw you licking your lips slightly, and you showed a confident smile on the face of Li Junxiu. He asked: "Zheng Ge, you are worried... I am unsuccessful?"
Zheng Weiqiao heard a glimpse and subconsciously asked: "Isn't it?" After a pause, he remembered that he could not directly clarify this matter and had to euphemistically say: "I just heard from friends that Tan Lao did not let people If you give you a comment, let you step down directly... You don't want to go too far. Tan always looks at your mother and grow up. He must have his reasons for doing this. Even if this election is lost, you still have many orchestras. Can go to recruit."
Listening to Zheng Weiqiao's words, the smile on his lips is a bit more brilliant. He looked up and looked at the scorpion in the blue sky and the sky was covered with golden rims. He suddenly asked: "Zheng Ge, the b city symphony orchestra... What kind of orchestra?"
Zheng Weiqiao screamed and replied: "In the scope of China, it is already the top-level orchestra."
"So... what are you worried about?"
Zheng Weiqiao frowned at the incomprehensible, only listening to the 戚暮 and said: "If it does not choose me, then ... the city symphony orchestra, but this is not the case."
The calm and calm voice of the young man also brought a smile, but let Zheng Weiqiao all the people in the same place. He stared blankly and walked forward with his violin case. He walked halfway and suddenly remembered that he was behind him, and smiled and let him hurry up.
In the blank of the brain, Zheng Weiqiao suddenly felt that he might have seen an illusion.
He has never seen such a self-confident jealousy, with a resolutely arrogant king, as if he is now in China, not in the back of the music scene, but in Europe where a magnificent behemoth stands.
There was an inexplicable thought in his mind -
This person should stand on the stage of the golden | hall, let the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra become his accompaniment, and join him to show the world the infinite charm of the symphony! But there is such a existence, there is almost no...
Do not!
Really have one!
At the beginning, the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra became his accompaniment, a sensation in the world, and the title of the king of the piano.
Thinking of this, Zheng Wuqiao’s heart suddenly burst into an impulse. This is the blood that he has never felt since he was 30 years old. He wants to try to go side by side with this young man and see...he How far can you go.
In the evening of city b, the streets are already very congested. The vast expanse of the sky is full of sunset glow reddish by the sunset, like a burning cloud, the entire city will be swept, so many passers-by can not help but stop to admire.
The sun in the east has begun to burn.
The West is completely ignorant.
