In Vienna in September, the late summer sun gradually lost its scorching heat. The warm breath permeates the streets and alleys of Vienna. In this city, cheerful and beautiful music can be heard everywhere, especially in the third rehearsal hall of the Friends of Music Association building, the music is even more majestic atmosphere.
When Qi Mu came to the rehearsal hall with his piano case, it happened to be the end of the rehearsal of the song "Kang Si". At this time, Min Chen was talking to the chief Chen Zheng in a low voice, and Qi Mu quietly onto the stage.
"Hey, Little Seven!"
After a member of the first violin group found him, they happily greeted him, and then everyone found Qi Mu's arrival, and then greeted him one after another.
As soon as she arrived at the Friends of Music Association building, Qi Mu first went to Wei Ai to take care of some daily affairs. He tried to finish what he had to do within an hour, and then quickly rushed here from Wei Ai's daily rehearsal hall.
After seeing Qi Mu coming, Min Chen calmly raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued talking to Chen Zheng. Qi Mu walked straight to his seat, took the violin out of the case and put it on the table beside him, then began to wipe the rosin and adjust the pitch.
After all his preparations were over, Min Chen just finished communicating with Chen Zheng, Qi Mu asked with a smile, "So we should continue the rehearsal of "Kang Si"?" When Min Chen spoke just now, he did not deliberately lower his voice. , so Qi Mu, who was sitting on the side, also heard their conversation, "Did it start directly from the first paragraph?"
At this time, Min Chen had returned to the podium, and suddenly listening to the young man's pleasant voice, he lowered his head and looked at the latter, his thin lips slightly hooked: "Well, directly from the first paragraph of "Kang Si". "After a pause, he asked again: "Is the second part of the Chinese color ready?"
Qi Mu chuckled and nodded: "Well, it's ready."
"Okay, let's get started."
The confused Huaai crowd: "..."
wait... wait a minute? Is this the end of the exchange? ! ! !
You don’t need to treat them like you did yesterday, first get familiar with them, and then listen to Xiao Qi’s performance. After a period of purgatory and terrifying assault training, you finally decide whether you want to play with the orchestra? ! ! !
This is not the same as a good script! ! ! ! ! !
Naturally, Qi Mu didn't notice that the Hua Ai members behind him were so resentful that their eyes were about to form. He smiled and turned to Chen Zheng and said "please take care of you", then put the violin on his shoulder, ready to directly Start rehearsing.
On the other hand, Min Chen calmly took up the baton on the shelf. He lowered his head and glanced at Qi Mu and Chen Zheng, then raised his head to look at all of Hua Ai's staff.
Dozens of people straightened up immediately, and those who had just been sluggish also suddenly cheered up, and waited intently for the commander's order.
I saw that under the bright and bright spotlight, the handsome and noble man was like a baton, and in an instant, the majestic and magnificent piano sound followed!
This morning, Hua Ai has rehearsed the "March of Cons" twice.
This is a piece composed by Min Chen himself. There is probably no one in the world who is more qualified to interpret this symphony than him. Therefore, this morning, after Min Chen corrected the wrong fingering, strength and insertion order of Hua Ai members many times this morning, They didn't complain at all, but silently thought in their hearts: So this song should be expressed like this...
Today, although many Hua Ai members like Qi Mu's music very much and believe in his strength, they are also in a cold sweat for him.
Join the orchestra for rehearsal without a little break-in
This is too difficult!
Even if Xiao Qi is the chief of Wei Ai and has a very high level of violin, I'm afraid he can't do such a difficult task, right
Even some female musicians who fell in love with this handsome and lovely young man at first glance began to complain in their hearts: Min Chen is too much, no matter how high the level of Xiaoqi is, you have to give someone a co-performer with the orchestra. Opportunity...
But no matter how much complaining and complaining, when the gorgeous and exquisite cadenza rang out, everyone's helplessness turned into horror. No, there is probably an exception!
Hearing the sound of the piano inserted along the music, Sheng Yanhui raised his eyes and glanced at Qi Mu, who was sitting in front, and was not surprised.
Yes, he has long known that this young man has such strength.
Qi Mu's sense of sound is so strong that he can insert the harmony of the orchestra without any gaps. And he is too diligent. Sheng Yanhui has no doubts. Before today's rehearsal, Qi Mu must have listened to more than ten concerts of the China Philharmonic Orchestra!
... This point, Sheng Yanhui really guessed right.
Before Min Chen and Hua Ai came to Vienna, Qi Mu had already listened to the latter's concert videos and records in the past ten years no less than twenty times, and even listened to Bai Ai's concert albums in recent years five or six times. all over.
For only a week, Qi Mu and Min Chen had never cooperated with Hua Ai before. If they wanted to play an excellent concert, then this task might not be too heavy. But if you want to perform a concert "letting Huaxia people see the dawn of the future of Chinese classical music", it's a bit of a tense week just for the two of them to join forces.
So Qi Mu wanted to work as much as possible on himself, so that Min Chen would worry less. And even if the cold and indifferent man didn't speak, Qi Mu knew... Min Chen must have done a lot of preparations in private.
Otherwise, Min Chen would not be able to directly point out some inherent faults of the band members when they met for the first time; nor would he be able to correct each member's shortcomings and prescribe the right medicine.
After a fast dance performance, the colorful part belonging to Qi Mu came to an end temporarily. Behind him, the roar of the symphony orchestra almost buried him.
But at this moment, Qi Mu couldn't help but raised his head to look at the man standing on the podium, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.
This person... is actually cold-faced and warm-hearted.
…
When all the "March of Constance" was over, Qi Mu played the last note smoothly and fluently, and all the members of the orchestra breathed a sigh of relief.
The musicians who did not make any mistakes were completely relaxed and prepared for the next practice; while those who knew clearly that they had made a deviation lowered their heads nervously, for fear of being seen by Min Chen. There was a serious mistake in the rehearsal, and even Min Chen glared at him on the spot, and he wanted to bury himself under the stage, so he never appeared.
But what surprised them was that the handsome and tall man just glanced at the audience casually, and then said in a flat tone: "The first violin group made a little mistake in the third part, Chen Zheng, you are responsible for guiding ; Horn group, in the second part, there is a little bit of a sound grab, chief pay attention..."
After mentioning all the minor mistakes, in the surprised or confused eyes of the members, Min Chen looked up at the percussion member who operated the timpani last. His handsome eyebrows frowned slightly. Eyes darkened.
The member in charge of the timpani was a tall and thin young man. At this moment, he was suddenly looked at by Min Chen's dangerous and terrifying eyes. He shivered all over, and subconsciously wanted to shout, "I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong. Wrong, I don't dare to grab the sound anymore, I don't dare to type three bars wrong again...".
But just when the member was about to speak, everyone heard a clear voice from the front of the stage: "I seemed to hear the timpani accidentally hit the wrong three bars just now, and hurry up. One shot, isn't it, Min Chen?"
As soon as he finished speaking, under the bright and dazzling spotlight in the rehearsal hall, all the members of Hua Ai saw in horror that the conductor, who had a gloomy expression just now, seemed to be able to speak a terrifying speech in the next second, suddenly turned cloudy and cloudy. Cloudy and sunny again!
Even when he lowered his head and looked at the young man with a gentle chuckle, his expression like a thunderous rage a second ago had turned into a cloud, and he could no longer find a trace of sullenness!
Min Chen's brows frowned slightly, and he sighed helplessly: "Well, you heard it right, it was three bars wrong, and it was a beat faster." The tone was flat and calm, as if the one who was about to It's as if angry people don't exist.
Huaai Everyone: "w(Д)w!!!"
Sheng Yanhui: "..."
A helpless smile appeared on Qi Mujunxiu's fair face, and he nodded lightly: "I really didn't expect to make such a low-level mistake."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to look at the percussionist who had already been shaking like a sieve, and said with a smile, "I remember your name is Zhang Yong, right? It's really troublesome to count the bars, but I remember you knocking. In the wrong three bars, there happens to be a horn blocking sound, you can pay attention to it."
As soon as the young man's voice fell, Min Chen also nodded lightly: "Well, listen to him."
The percussionist Zhang Yong, who was shaking like a sifter just now, said, "…Huh?"
Hua Aizhong: "... eh?"
Sheng Yanhui: "..."
On the first day of rehearsal at the Vienna Friends of Music Association building, the members of Huaai experienced a day of joy and sorrow. First, I rehearsed three times with the Demon Commander (yes, the latest consensus of Huaai members), and spent the most tormenting hour of my life.
And after that, as if the rain had passed and the sky had cleared, the Mr. Min, who had been scolding coldly and sternly an hour ago, suddenly blossomed in spring... Well, not really, but it's not just a little bit better. Do you have!
There was even a trumpet player blowing bubbles in the middle, and Min Chen just glanced at it coldly. Afterwards, he was not as cold as the autumn wind swept the leaves like he did to Xiao Ji yesterday!
Could it be that... some gods heard their prayers last night
In this regard, Sheng Yanhui said: Hehe!
As the only person who probably understands the truth, he is really happy and tired!