In autumn, once the evening comes, the temperature gradually drops. Without the sunshine that warms all things in the daytime, the autumn night in Paris brings a hint of coldness.
When Qi Mu followed the bus of the Academy Orchestra to the Paris Philharmonic Hall, it was still in the afternoon, but at this time, he looked at the lightly swaying leaves outside the window, and he could probably guess that the temperature outside was definitely "beautiful freezing". people".
This afternoon, the Academy Orchestra had already performed a rehearsal in the rehearsal room of the concert hall, and in another hour, it would be the official performance.
One after another, the audience got off the endless stream of cars and entered the concert hall one after another. Derain also went to the curtain to take a look just now. Although the 2,400 seats cannot be said to be filled, at least more than half of them are seated—
It can be seen that the publicity of this concert is still in place and successful.
After all, he is a student at the most famous Conservatoire Nationale de la Conservatory in Paris. The French who are very protective of their shortcomings not only like strikes and marches, but they also like to support their own performances.
The last time Qi Mu came to the Paris Philharmonic Hall, he still came to listen to Bai Ai's performance. But now, it has become that he leads an entire orchestra to perform, which makes him suddenly feel a little unreal, but it also makes him have to face it.
"Xiao Qi! You know, I saw Master Leonte just now! I didn't expect him to come this time!" Derain blushed excitedly and said, "Last time Master Leonte wrote you a happy Comment, I wonder if he will write another one for our band this time? If he can write one for me... Oh my God! My life is worth it!"
Hearing this, Zach Duo shook his head speechlessly, and said with disgust: "Derain, the show is about to start, why are you still asleep? Wake up, wake up. Master Lyonte can write to our orchestra. A music review is good, don't think too much about it..."
Derain snorted softly and muttered softly, "What if... Master Leonte loses sight of him?"
Qi Mu reluctantly looked at these two bickering treasures, and added in his heart: So, Derain yourself thinks that Master Leonte can write music reviews for you... It's definitely because of misunderstanding...
As the show time approached, the tension in the backstage grew stronger.
Although the Academy Orchestra has performed many times in theaters and concert halls in Paris, when it comes to the Paris Philharmonic Hall, it is really a bride on a sedan chair—
the first time.
Many students are very nervous, and some are even so nervous that they can't even make a sound.
And when it comes to this, it shows the importance of an excellent chief. I saw Qi Mu calmly and calmly soothing the nervous students. He said some jokes, and quickly used a few jokes to attract everyone's attention to other directions.
Even Helen, the famous coward in the band, raised her hand with a smile and asked, "Xiao Qi, if... if we can really get Mr. Lyonte's music review, then... can we go to your house to eat hot pot? "
As soon as these words came to the fore, the entire backstage immediately boiled, and some people began to discuss in a low voice, "I want to eat mutton mutton", "Fresh louver is better", "No, no, no, I love baby vegetables". Some people have a dispute over whether it is better to eat hot pot with a clear soup bottom or a hot pot with a spicy hot pot bottom.
Qi Mu: "..."
Wait a minute, when did he agree to eat hot pot just now!
Helen said timidly: "Okay, Xiaoqi... I'm just joking, if I can't... cough, if I can't, then treat it like I didn't say anything... "
Seeing the little girl's "sad to cry" expression, Qi Mu thought about it for a while, and finally decided to nod and said, "Actually, it's not a problem to invite everyone to eat hot pot together, but... My apartment is a little small, so maybe it doesn't matter. way to accommodate so many people…”
Someone immediately booed: "I donate my house for free!"
Now that it's all said and done, Qi Mu can only smile and nod: "Okay, okay, if Master Leonte really wrote a music review for us, then I'll... invite everyone to eat authentic Huaxia Sichuan hot pot, okay? !"
"it is good!!!"
…
When there were only ten minutes left before the performance, the backstage had already changed from just now with "what if I screw up", "what if there are so many audiences if I lose face", "I must not make mistakes today", slow. Slowly changed to - "I want to eat spicy food!", "Mingming clear soup is more delicious!", "Don't be noisy, let's eat the mandarin duck hot pot that Xiaoqi said!".
Eating, as the highest bridge and way of human communication, today once again allows the people of the world to continue to live in harmony and coexistence.
In the backstage, Qi Mu was fully prepared and was waiting for the performance to start. What he didn't know was that at the front desk, Master Leonte was watching the performance list on hand carefully, taking out a pen from time to time to write and draw on the notebook.
Although it has already entered the electronic age, Master Leonte is still very keen on the process of using a pen to draw beautiful swash characters on white paper - this has nothing to do with the beauty of handwriting. Master Leonte always believes that looking at The black ink penetrates into the white paper, and the visual touch effect is truly unique in the world...
"Why are your words so ugly, Lyonte."
Master Leonte: "… "
Master Leonte, who was instantly engulfed by anger, turned his head angrily, and whispered while turning his head: "The handwriting does not represent anything, who dares to say my words..." Ugly.
The last word was not uttered. When Mr. Lyonte saw the man sitting next to him, who dared to expose his ugly words with a thousand cuts, he widened his eyes in horror and looked at the calm and deep eyes of the other party. , speechless in surprise.
I saw the man put the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose to his eyebrows, and those narrow and sharp phoenix eyes looked at Master Lyonte with a sluggish face. After looking at it for a long time, he looked down at the words on the notebook, and when he saw the first line of the band's name, he already frowned.
After seeing the names of the conductor and the chief on the second line, the man finally reached out and took Master Leonte's pen, crossed out the extremely ugly "Qi Mu" in that line, and wrote it again easily and fluently. once again.
The newly written name is written in extremely fancy squiggly characters. Every stroke seems to be the most elaborate carving of nature. It is gorgeous and smooth, and even the drying of the ink is considered meticulous. In just a few strokes, two strokes are outlined. The most beautiful English font—
Qi Mu.
You see, Master Farrer once said: "Auston's cursive writing is so beautiful! I have never seen such beautiful words, oh no, Xiao Qi... Actually your German is not better than Austrian. ston's bad."
But now, Master Leonte is not in the mood to appreciate how much better this word is written than himself. After all, this word is so different from what he wrote just now. It is really out of place in his notebook that is comparable to a graffiti book. .
Master Lyonte slammed his notebook shut and asked in a low voice, "Auston, why are you here? I remember that you didn't just start the piano recital last night, but how soon will Bai Ai start this year's global concert? Touring? Where did you get so much time to come over to listen to a performance by an academy band?"
Min Chen gently covered the sapphire blue gem cap, and after listening to Leonte's words, he answered calmly: "A writer in China once said that time is like water in a sponge, and there is always something to squeeze. Leonte, I'm not that busy yet." After a pause, he added: "Just follow the character I wrote just now and practice it a few more times, and it should improve your dog-crawling font."
Lyonte: "… "
What a Chinese writer! He only knew that there was an old saying in China called—
There are no elephant teeth in the puppy's mouth! ! !
Hearing this man's vicious tongue, Master Leonte reluctantly accepted the reality and spread his hands: "Anyway, I just habitually record the performance list and repertoire of each concert, so I don't need to practice the names of these musicians. "
"Do not."
Leonte was stunned by the man's firm and affirmative voice, only to hear Min Chen earnestly and solemnly: "You need to practice this name more, because... You may write about it often in the future."
Lyonte: "… Huh?"
After a while, the lights in the concert hall gradually dimmed, and the performance was about to start. Min Chen took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing a handsome and indifferent face.
Master Leonte does not understand why he suddenly wrote this name in the future. Although he did write a music review for this excellent young man before, there are very few musicians in the world who can make him write a second music review. Poor, young violin family... Kodori is one of them.
But for a moment, Min Chen's deliberately lowered voice sounded: "Leonte, let's make a bet."
Leonte, who had an ominous premonition in his heart, said: "...what...cough, what bet?"
"If tonight's performance is beyond your expectations, then... you write a music review for this orchestra and publish it on "World Music"." After a pause, Min Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at each and every one of them. The band members who came to the stage, "If... you think tonight's performance is not good enough, then I will write a piano piece for you Lyonte."
Master Lyonte was completely stunned: "Wait, Auston... What do you mean by 'I don't think tonight's performance is good enough'? How does it count as good? What exactly is this standard?"
Min Chen turned his head calmly and indifferently, his eyes long: "The standard is... If you think it is excellent, then write a music review."
After a long while, Master Leonte tried to ask: "So... if I insist that tonight's performance is really not good, then no matter how the orchestra performs, it will be considered a loss for you? You have to give I write a song?"
"Um."
"... I don't read much, you didn't lie to me?!"
Min Chen calmly nodded: "Yes."
"… Auston, did you take medicine when you went out today?"
"...I don't have a fever."
After confirming that the other party really had no regrets, Master Leonte looked like "I sympathize with you" on the surface, but he was already laughing with his hips on his back, and he said helplessly: "Okay Auston, my dear. My friend, I hope you can give me your song as soon as possible, I will keep this song at home and listen to it ten times a day!"
Looking at Master Leonte's winning appearance, a smile flashed in Min Chen's dark eyes, he raised an eyebrow lightly, nodded and said, "Okay, I hope you... don't regret it."
Small bets on happiness, big bets... Injury!
Master Leonte, you've already lost this once, why haven't you... long, memory, sex? !
Under the stage, the audience's applause became more and more enthusiastic. When a thunderous applause sounded, the man's long and gentle eyes suddenly turned to the stage. This look—
Then I saw the young man walking up from the backstage.