City B Symphony Orchestra is one of the famous symphony orchestras in China. Generally speaking, for such a formal and large-scale orchestra, they all have a fixed team and rarely recruit new members. However, there will also be a new situation like today. Since there is no one to replace the position of an important member, members have to be exchanged with outsiders.
Therefore, when Qi Mu arrived at the recruitment site where the B City Symphony Orchestra was located, there were already many people waiting in the room, waiting in line. Among the people, most of Qi Mu did not know each other, and occasionally there were one or two familiar people who were just one-on-one.
Zheng Weiqiao introduced to him: "Most of the violinists who came to participate in the recruitment today are violinists from other orchestras in City B. You have been in Europe for a long time, and you haven't played in Huaxia a few times when you came back. The teacher probably didn't tell you that Huaxia's The symphony started late, and the personnel is still relatively scarce, so there are often such things as exchanging members.”
The history of symphony in China only began in the last century, and the internal management of the orchestra is relatively loose, which is similar to the orchestra in North America.
In Europe, where the symphony is mature, it is very rare for many large orchestras to change their personnel. For example, the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, which has the reputation of "the best orchestra in the world", even the principals of their various departments adhere to the principle of "not dying and never giving up".
Thinking of this, Qi Mu slowly narrowed his eyes.
He remembers that the chief conductor of the No. 1 Orchestra in the world retired at his peak six years ago, and resigned from all his duties with dignity and awe, and handed over the baton to Min Chen, the current conductor of the orchestra, thus achieving the myth of a modern king of classical music. .
"But don't worry, the selection of the B City Symphony Orchestra is still very formal, and the curtains are sure to vote. I believe in your strength."
Qi Mu nodded lightly and said with a smile, "Well, I will try my best."
Zheng Weiqiao pointed to a middle-aged man over there who was comparing his notes and said, "This is the deputy principal of the B City Symphony Orchestra. His level is not bad, and he is your biggest competitor." Self-esteem, Zheng Weiqiao quickly said again: "Of course, he has never played in the Golden Hall. If you haven't been abandoned in the past few years, you must be able to surpass him."
Qi Mu didn't know his painstaking efforts, the young man nodded with a light smile, showing a calm smile: "Well, Brother Zheng, I won't despise my opponent, don't worry."
Zheng Weiqiao smiled gratified upon seeing this, and after a few words of advice, he went to the side with an old friend to reminisce. Qi Mu put the piano case in his hand on the table by himself, and took out the beautiful and delicate violin. , began to compare the sound.
The lines of this guitar are smooth and beautiful, and the spruce wood used for the top has clear marks, as if it was carefully designed by God. When Qi Mu took her out of the dark green velvet piano case, the eyes of several violinists on the side were all attracted to her, and they tsk tsk admiration.
"What a beautiful curve, this violin is so beautiful!"
"This design is a bit like a violin, with a small top, a wide bottom, and a beautiful streamline in the middle."
"It can't be a real violin... How much is it worth?"
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The violin is a general term for the violins made by Stradivari masters more than 200 years ago. This type of violin breaks the original shape and forms a new type of violin design style, whether it is in the head carving, the panel. The radian and the thickness of the board have reached the peak. Ten years ago, a European violin was auctioned for $3.5 million.
Qi Mu didn't care about other people's voices. He picked up the slender bow and simply wiped the rosin for a while, and then began to tune it.
He naturally knew that this violin wasn't a real Si-style violin, and every Si-style violin was worth a fortune.
The one in his hand is an imitation of the Si-style qin, which was imitated by Zhao Shicheng, a master of Chinese qin making, even if it is an imitation product, it can still sell for a high price of six figures at the auction.
But... Doesn't the Qi family have a real Si-style piano
Qi Mu knew that Qi's parents and Qi's mother really owned an expensive and exquisite Si-style piano, which could sell for at least 7 figures on the market, and this piano is currently in the safe of the Swiss Bank. It was prepared for the original owner's coming-of-age ceremony, and now...
Under the premise that a group of seniors are worried that the original owner will lose the family and even sell the "little princess". , you can take this piano out.
Thinking of this, Qi Mu couldn't help sighing and shaking his head. He knew that the original owner had completely given up on that qin...
"Is this... Master Zhao's handwriting?" A male voice of surprise and admiration suddenly sounded from behind Qi Mu. He turned his head to look, and saw a young violinist looking at him and asked, "I've seen it before. For Master Zhao's works, he likes to make an extra arc on the head of the piano every time."
Qi Mu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then smiled: "Well, it's Master Zhao's handwriting."
"Ah! It's actually Master Zhao's work, it's really rare!" The young man looked at the violin in Qi Mu's hand several times, then hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking Said: "Excuse me... are you Qi Mu?"
The young man's voice was silent, and it was quickly drowned out by the sound of the piano being tuned and practiced by the crowd. Only the middle-aged man not far away heard it and glanced here in surprise.
In fact, Qi Mu was also very surprised.
The original owner has not appeared in front of the public since he was 14 years old, and his appearance has changed slightly. It stands to reason that not many people can recognize him. But this young man who looked only in his twenties actually recognized him at a glance, which really surprised him.
"Well, I am, I don't know if you are...?" Qi Mu Junxiu's brows frowned slightly, and there was an embarrassed smile on her pale face.
The young man exclaimed in a low voice, "It's really you! I grew up watching your competitions when I was a kid! I liked the "Bat Overture" you played with the Vienna Symphony Orchestra nine years ago, especially It's the last allegro, your skills are awesome!" As he spoke, the young man couldn't help but hummed softly, making Qi Mu wonder whether to laugh or cry.
This young man looks a little older than the original owner, and actually said that he grew up watching his games...
Although it's just unintentional, if you hear it in the ears of a caring person, you might think that the other party is deliberately sarcastic.
After thinking for a while, Qi Mu lowered his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Thank you for your compliment. I heard you practice a song "Mazars Op.36" over there just now, and your vibrato is also very good."
The young man immediately started discussing with Qi Mu excitedly when he heard the words, but it wasn't long before it was his turn to enter the arena, Qi Mu smiled and let him aside, after cheering for him, he began to pick up his own The rosin was wiped silently.
Before he took the stage, he didn't like to practice again and again like others, but he liked to rub rosin. Looking at the white rosin powder lightly covering the white bow ponytail, it seems that I will never get bored.
"Are you really... Qi Mu?"
Qi Mu turned his head to look, and saw the middle-aged man who was playing the sound just now, frowning and walking to his side. Seeing the look of disgust on the other side, the smile on the young man's face gradually faded. He raised his phoenix eyes and glanced at the other side, and said, "Well, I am, what's the matter with you?"
The person who came was the seed player that Zheng Weiqiao mentioned just now.
I saw the middle-aged man said impatiently: "I know what happened to you in the past few years, Qi Mu. Didn't you say that you should never touch the violin again, why do you pick up the violin now? Don't think that you were a child. What else can those grades help you, I also saw how you compared your tone just now, your level is not good enough, you should just go back and play with those children's things."
The middle-aged man didn't make his voice deliberately, and other people present heard his words and turned to look at Qi Mu. From time to time, someone whispered something like "Who is Qi Mu?", and someone would immediately answer, "It's the genius prodigy from eight or nine years ago. It seems that he has fallen into depravity in recent years."
This middle-aged man obviously knew how many absurd things the original owner had done in the past few years, such as selling Qi's father's most cherished sheet music, so he couldn't have a good look at the current Qi Mu.
Seeing this, Qi Mu was helpless and funny.
When everyone was comparing the sound just now, he was the only one who took the sounder. Others directly rely on the trained ear power to compare the sound, but he still needs a sound comparator. This comparison is obvious.
But…
Unlike others who think that he can't hear the pitch, he can't compare the pitch because he hears too many voices, and he needs to use a pitcher.
This body has such a strong sense of sound that it can even directly reflect the pitch, vibration and other indices of every sound in nature. In just over ten days, Qi Mu has not been able to fully adapt to this magical feeling. In order to prevent mistakes, he deliberately took the sounder. He also never imagined that this would become the evidence of the opponent's "behind the level". .
"Mr. Lu, thank you for your concern." Qi Mu remembered that Zheng Weiqiao seemed to have said that this person's surname was Lu, and he politely smiled and said, "I have been practicing seriously these days, and I am very concerned about this recruitment. Seriously."
Qi Mu has tried his best to restrain his temper. After all, he is currently only a newcomer to the music scene. If he is too sharp, he will inevitably fail to tell the truth.
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man was still unrelenting: "Qi Mu, I am also your elder, your parents were really brilliant back then, and you also won a lot of honors, but I also listen to the stories of Jiang Lang's talents. It's a lot, we all know how you came here all these years, don't embarrass your parents, and go back obediently."
While talking, the middle-aged man still felt that he was really struggling: "The B City Symphony Orchestra is not a place where everyone can come, don't regret your parents' shame. I'm doing it for your own good too, you Those little smarts can still be used when they are young, but when they are older, it is better to get married and have children in a down-to-earth way.”
Hearing this, the corners of Qi Mu's lips became more and more pressed, and by the end, he had looked at the other party with no expression, only to hear the other party still say, "You children take the recruitment of the orchestra as a serious matter. Just kidding, you just said you've been practicing seriously these days? How is that possible..."
"Mr. Lu," the young man let out a sneer from his nose, interrupting the other party's words. I saw Qi Mu turned his head slightly, and the black hair was cut from his full forehead, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes. "Excuse me, have you installed a camera in my house?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and replied subconsciously, "No."
"Heh, then how did you know that I didn't practice hard these days?"
"you… !!!"
Seeing the other person's speechless expression, Qi Mu raised the corners of his lips and let out a low laugh, not bothering to look at this person anymore. The middle-aged man surnamed Lu seemed to want to say something, but just when his serial number was called, he was ready to go in and play.
Before leaving, he aggressively walked up to Qi Mu and sternly dropped a sentence: "When the results come out, you will know how far behind you have been over the years! Boy, don't think that you have talent. Hu Lai, I will tell you with my strength that hard work is far more important than talent!"
Hearing this, Qi Mu smiled and asked, "Genius is one percent inspiration plus ninety-nine percent sweat?"
The middle-aged man surnamed Lu immediately nodded: "Not bad!"
I saw Qi Mu suddenly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a mouth of white teeth: "Oh, I forgot to say the last sentence just now. But that one percent inspiration is far more important than ninety-nine percent sweat. ."
"you… !!!"
Qi Mu watched the middle-aged man angrily walk towards the studio, and the smile that was deliberately raised on his face slowly faded away.
He naturally knows that there are many hard-working people in this world. Even if they have worked hard all their lives, they will not be able to compare to those who are gifted, or even those who have a wealthy family background.
Just like himself, if he had no talent, he could not have become the deputy principal of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra from an orphan; if he had not worked hard, he was probably just a boy with a little talent, and it was difficult to become a great player.
However, in this world, there are also people who can become a generation of masters who are ups and downs and work hard, such as Mahler; it is not a master who can be famous through the ages without a poor family, such as Schubert.
However, they will never be jealous of other people's talents or their family background.
People like this who only know how to be jealous, maybe... they can only be the deputy principal of an ordinary band forever.
Qi Mu sighed softly, and the movement of rubbing the rosin in his hand stopped slightly.
What he didn't know was that there were two spirited old men by the window not far away, who took this scene into their eyes.
One of them with dark hair smiled and said to the companion beside him: "Old Tan, I haven't seen you for a few years, this Qi family boy... I don't even know him anymore? I'm old and my memory is not good. , was it that he sold that S-style piano in the first place, do you think it was him?"
The old man called Lao Tan snorted disdainfully, and said, "Who is this prodigal who allowed him to enter the gate of the B City Symphony Orchestra? Find someone to kick him out for me!"
"Hey, don't! This is to let that little girl like Ruyue know that you are going to blast her son out, and see if she will turn against you."
At the mention of this name, a trace of sadness flashed on Lao Tan's face. He shook his head gently and said, "Then... Then, for Ruyue's sake, give this prodigal another chance?"
Hearing this, the smiling old man nodded lightly, and after Lao Tan went to the studio first, the old man looked at the black-haired youth who was still wiping rosin over there for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "You... You have failed your talent."
The author has something to say: [Fuwa's small class starts hot!]Today's topic: What is OP
Op is the abbreviation of opus, generally in a bunch of works of masters, they like to number their own works.
For example, the 36 Kasai etudes can be said to be op.1-op.36 ~ like Chopin and Brahms, their works are also numbered XD