At the end of each year, Wei Ai's global tour will start as scheduled. No matter which different countries have been to perform in the middle of the way, the last tour of Wiai every year is destined to be held in the Golden Hall, its home base.
And today, it's the day of the last tour of the year.
A long and graceful Danube River passes through the center of Vienna and flows slowly into the distance. In the dark and charming night, countless ships on the Danube have lit up their lights, and this beautiful and moving river has become a sea of lights with thousands of bright and radiant light beams.
The building of the Vienna Friends of Music Association, located on the banks of the Danube, is also doomed to not be peaceful tonight. Countless beautifully dressed ladies walked on the long red carpet, led by accompanying gentlemen, and then disappeared into the magnificent marble arches.
There were an unusually large number of media who came to the Victoria's concert tonight, and the dazzling flashes illuminated the red carpet road like daylight. After the performance started, they pretended to pack up their DSLRs and tripods, and then ran into the concert hall.
You ask why there are so many media reporters tonight
Of course it was for news!
As we all know, now looking at the entire classical music industry, where is the most news
Of course it's Bai Ai and Wei Ai! The former just ended their tour a few weeks ago, and they still can't find any reasonable reason to interview, and the latter's case... This is not a concert!
So when Qi Mu prepared her violin and looked at the front court through the thick curtain in the backstage, not to mention the pitch-black head under the stage, it was the reporter standing on the second floor with a DSLR and a camera. We, let him be surprised.
"There are so many reporters here today! Xiao Qi... You have to be careful." A member of the trombone team came over and said, "I heard from Mr. Tuckerman that more media have submitted interview applications this year than last year. Doubled! God, how many people must be there."
Qi Mu: "..."
It seems that he has to think about how to get out after the concert...
Although this thought flashed through his mind, at this moment, what Qi Mu was most worried about was Min Chen's problem. This man said a long time ago that he would come to this concert, but looking at the posture of the reporters who stopped at the gate, if Min Chen really showed up, even if he wore a mask, he would probably be able to Get picked up!
After thinking for a while, Qi Mu couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and sent a text message: [Why don't you come tonight, there are too many reporters here today, and you may be interviewed by them. ] But after a while, the other side of the phone replied: [Don't worry, I will be there.] Looking at the seven short words, Qi Mu was stunned for a while. Then, when he asked Min Chen what he was going to do, the latter always refused to answer mysteriously, until he was about to come on stage and turn off his phone, Qi Mu had no choice but to give up temporarily.
Anyway, he knew where Min Chen's seat was. Wouldn't it be nice to see him then
However, what Qi Mu never expected was that when the concert was about to start and he and Mr. Dorenza both led the orchestra members to bow together, a certain seat on the left side of the third row of the audience was still empty. on!
There are more than 1,700 seats and more than 300 standing seats in the audience, all of which are very tight. Basically, except for some fixed annual tickets, most of the tickets will be sold out within a week after the ticket is issued. In the case of this year's "big news", the tickets were sold out the next day.
Therefore, such an empty seat is particularly eye-catching. And it is still so forward, it is simply attracting everyone's attention.
Even Mr. Dorenza looked at the seat in surprise. After bowing, he whispered in Qi Mu's ear, "Xiao Qi, I remember... Is this seat for Auston?"
Hearing this, Qi Mu raised his eyes and stared at the seat for a while, then sighed and replied in a low voice: "Yes, Mr. Dorensa, this seat is indeed reserved for Min Chen. But I think... He is probably today. Can't be there."
After hearing this, Master Dorenza nodded understandingly, while Qi Mu returned to his chief seat and sat down, waiting for the performance to start. But even a second before the final concert was about to start, Qi Mu still glanced at the vacant seat with anticipation, but what disappointed him was—
There was still no one in the seat.
After a slight sigh, Qi Mu raised his right hand and slowly placed the bow on the strings. In the arms of the youth, the little princess "Edith" lay down freely and gracefully, shining brightly in the bright lights, which was indescribably beautiful.
The sound of "Edith" is basically high and loud, while this "Sad Waltz" by Sibelius is a low and deep piece. Mr. Dorenza stared solemnly at the percussionist standing at the back of the orchestra, and this time, instead of using the baton, he waved his hands softly.
Following Mr. Dorenza's actions, all of a sudden, a gentle and dull timpani sounded faintly.
What followed was a low whimper from the cello, as if it was a soft whimper. In the same way, the stringed instrument group also started a slow and long murmur, and even the violin, which was always clear and beautiful, wept softly, as if mourning for an irreparable ending.
As one of Sibelius' masterpieces, this "Waltz of Sorrow" depicts the grief and helplessness of death when he is about to take away his loved ones. The lamentation of the cello is a sigh of life coming to an end and ushering in death, and every beat of the timpani is even more like hitting the heartstrings of the audience.
A low-pitched sad tune lingered in the entire golden hall. The melody was very low and soft, and it did not directly and deliberately express that kind of sadness. Unexpressed sadness.
When the whole song was halfway through, I saw that Mr. Dorenza suddenly straightened his waist a little and waved his hands up sharply. In an instant, a soft and high violin ensemble sounded suddenly! The first violin group and the second violin group sang in unison, and the joyous melody that was completely different from the previous one suddenly sounded.
As if recalling the happy times in the past, this wonderful rhythm did not make the audience off the stage feel happy at all. Instead, it was like a heavy stone, quietly pressing on everyone's heart.
How beautiful it was in the beginning, how tormented it is now when life and death are separated!
A "Waltz of Sadness" was finally drowned in silent sobbing. When the end of the last cello ended, the audience immediately burst into roaring applause, and some audience couldn't help shouting: "bravo!"
Driven by this, the applause became even more intense, echoing in the golden hall for a long time.
On the stage, Qi Mu raised his head and smiled at Mr. Dorenza. Then, just a moment later, another Mozart "Violin Walking Concerto No. 3 in G major" rang out!
This is a symphony that is completely different from the "Sad Waltz". The cheerful and intense opening directly dissipates the rich and sad atmosphere just now, and the happy and relaxed notes run happily from the sound hole of the violin. There are beautiful dance steps in the huge concert hall.
On the stage, the horn sounded softly, as if in dialogue with the violin, forming a beautiful and smooth rhythm.
Under the stage, all the audience listened fascinatedly. Even the reporters standing on the second floor gradually forgot the purpose of their trip at the beginning - to interview big news, and began to listen carefully. Start this concert.
Wei Ai's strength is definitely the top in the world. If even Wei Ai's concerts can't attract these classical music journalists, then what in the world can impress these people who deeply love classical music
But among the crowd with cameras and SLRs on their backs, there was one person who seemed so out of place. It was a tall and tall man. He wore a black peaked cap and a large mask to cover his face.
Beside him was a middle-aged man with sweaty head and pale complexion. He tried several times to take his DSLR from the young man's hand, but was rejected by the other party. After finally waiting until the end of "Sad Waltz", he couldn't help but whispered: "Mr. Bertram, I'll just get the DSLR, you don't need to..."
"Shh."
His slender and straight fingers lightly pressed against the thin lips, and under the shadow of the peaked cap, Min Chen's dark and deep eyes were like stars, and he quietly looked at the uncomfortable reporter, saying, "Kewell , don't mind, I'll just take it."
Kewell: "But the editor-in-chief asked me to bring you in and take good care of you. The SLR is very heavy, so I just hold it..."
"No need, I'll just take it."
Cowell: "… "
But you make me so stressed! ! !
Kewell wiped the sweat from his forehead, and began to regret how he was so unlucky to take on such a mission.
Cowell, a reporter for "The Voice of Classical", was surprised when he was just assigned the task of interviewing at the Victorian concert today.
You know, this is a big fat difference! Who in the industry isn't proud of "getting the news about Auston Bertram and Qi Mu first"! If he can really grab such big news, then his year-end award this year will be very objective, right
However, just when Cowell began to imagine what kind of car he could get into this year, the editor-in-chief suddenly called him to the office and... introduced him to someone!
Looking at the very familiar man, Kewell cried silently in his heart: Editor-in-Chief! You said you and Mr. Bertram knew each other, why would they bother to grab news! Wouldn't it be good to interview directly in person?! ! !
"Oh Cowell, Auston is going to Victoria's concert tonight, but you know, our colleagues are going too far, they must have blocked the gate and the concert hall long ago."
Cowell: "…Yes."
Didn't you say yesterday that we are going to block the door too!
"So I'll trouble you tonight and bring Auston in. We must not let our despicable colleagues find his trace. I think, you must be up to this great task, right?"
Cowell: "…Okay."
Is it really okay for you to say that to yourself, editor-in-chief...
But no matter how much you think about it, it’s time to catch the ducks on the shelves—you have to bite the bullet. As the duck that was caught up on the shelf, Kewell had to use up all his brain cells to help this man make a big disguise!
However, in fact... this disguise is not so successful. After all, wherever someone is standing, they have a calm and calm aura, scolding Fang Qiu, even if they want to ignore it! Fortunately, Kewell was pleasantly surprised to find that his colleagues were the people he never expected to find, and they were actually there!
So, after escaping several explorations in a row, Kewell finally brought Min Chen into the second floor of the concert hall... um, the base camp for reporters.
Kewell wiped away bitter tears: It's really not easy, isn't it!
Beside him, the handsome and noble man raised the brim of his hat slightly and looked at the young man sitting on the stage. His eyes narrowed slightly, carefully watching every movement of the young man—
Watching him skillfully pressing the strings, watching his right hand fly and jump out of the dazzling bow.
In the ear, there is the intense and cheerful sound of the piano, and in front of him, is the appearance of the young man immersed in the music, smiling calmly. Everything is as wonderful as an oil painting, or an oil painting with its own sounds of nature.
In this regard, Min Chen pursed his thin lips in displeasure and frowned: Well, it's too far to see the eyes of his youth.
... Kewell on one side is going to cry! ! !
To be able to take you all the way here, Kewell said that he has lost ten years of Yangshou! Do you still want to go further...? ? ! !
- The concubine can't do it! ! ! !