City B Symphony Orchestra is worthy of being a first-class orchestra in China. After just three days of running-in period, the ensemble of the entire orchestra has been sublimated qualitatively and has entered the stage of tacit understanding. During this period, Qi Mu also learned a lot about Tan Zhenghui.
Tan Lao is really a dedicated old artist, his commanding ability is unquestionable, and his attitude towards music excellence makes Qi Mu even more admired.
Each conductor has a different style in music processing. For example, the chief conductor of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra, Mr. Eberk Dorenza, his music is romantic, with the passion and tenderness of a musical gentleman. On the contrary, Tan Lao's music is more of a reality close to the earth.
With the simple and gentle fragrance of the earth, the audience can feel a simple and natural atmosphere, which is a natural complement to Dvorak's music. Therefore, Dvorak frequently appears in the repertoire of the B City Symphony Orchestra. Shaker's shadow.
For example, the "Symphony No. 8 in G major" that the orchestra is rehearsing for the twelfth time is one of Dvorak's famous works. Czech plains, feel the infinite scenery of nature.
"The black tube is inserted naturally!"
"The recorder is a little lighter!"
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Even after correcting it a hundred times, Mr. Tan's attitude of striving for perfection allows him to pick eggs out of stones and ask for better, better, better. Whenever it comes to rehearsal or rehearsal, the conductor seems to have an obsessive-compulsive disorder, demanding every detail to the point of harshness.
In this, although Qi Mu could hear the rhythm, pitch and other issues of each instrument, he was never a conductor, and he didn't know what kind of symphony Tan Lao wanted.
After a day of rehearsal, when it was time to go back in the evening, Qi Mu hadn't walked out of the gate of the B City Symphony Orchestra when he was suddenly stopped. He turned his head to look, and saw a serious-looking old Tan sitting in a car. Looking at himself in the black car.
"boarding."
Qi Mu was stunned for a moment, then got into the car.
In the quiet and narrow carriage, Qi Mu had just put away the piano case when he heard a low-pressure voice: "Tomorrow's game... How are the preparations?"
Suddenly understood what the other party was talking about, Qi Mu turned to look at Lao Tan, and said with a serious expression, "I have been preparing for the past few days. Don't worry, Lao Tan, I will definitely work hard."
Since Mr. Tan told himself about the violin competition, Qi Mu has entered a busy preparation period. Originally, he planned to contact the recommender himself to sign up, but he didn't expect Mr. Tan to help him deal with everything, and then he only needed to play on stage.
Tan Zhenghui looked at Qi Mu's solemn expression and nodded with satisfaction. Just as the car turned a corner and drove onto the elevated road, he asked again, "How many songs have you prepared?"
Qi Mu replied: "The first song is going to use Paganini's "Scene of Love." I have practiced a lot for this piece in recent days. The second song is going to use Mozart's "Serenade." After a pause, Qi Mu added: "It's Serenade in G Major. I'm familiar with this piece before, so I used this piece. The last piece... is Mendelssohn's Concerto in E Minor."
Listening to Qi Mu's words, Tan Lao kept nodding his head. After Qi Mu finished speaking, Tan Lao frowned and thought for a while, and then asked, "I remember you used to be best at Tartini's songs, why didn't you choose him this time?"
Hearing that, Qi Mu was slightly startled, and then smiled: "Old Tan, this is the past."
Hearing this, Mr. Tan gave Qi Mu a deep look, and did not speak any more, and the car returned to a deadly calm.
When the car took Qi Mu to his downstairs, Qi Mu was saying goodbye to Tan Zhenghui, and when he stood by the car with a violin case and smiled and said hello, Tan Lao sighed and said, "I haven't seen you for more than three years. You've changed a lot... Qi Mu."
The gorgeous sunset shone on the young man's black hair, and Tan Zhenghui slowly narrowed his eyes, and finally showed a rare appreciative smile: "You have to keep it like this, Qi Mu, I will wait for your result tomorrow."
After a while, the black car slowly drove out of the gate of the community and disappeared from Qi Mu's eyes.
But the straight young man didn't turn upstairs immediately. He held the piano case in one hand and looked into the distance, watching Old Tan's car drifting away, and then he smiled dryly: "Qi Mu, ah , There are so many elders who care about you... How did you degenerate like that? You are actually really happy."
His tone was bitter and helpless, with a hint of envy.
But after a long time, the figure of the young man disappeared on the road of the community, and the sigh-like words were also drowned out by the autumn wind.
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The violin competition that Tan Zhenghui can see will naturally not be an ordinary competition.
This is a national violin competition organized by Huaxia Official and the Munich Conservatory of Music in Germany. According to Qi Mu's current age, he is considered to be in the youth group between 18 and 25 years old.
When they arrived at the B City Grand Theater, where the competition was located, many players were already preparing in the background. It was rare for Qi Mu to see so many young violinists, so it was inevitable that after taking a few more glances, he heard the man who followed him say: "Qi Mu, you are not too young, you haven't been in prime time for the past eight years. Make good use of it, do you regret it?"
After hearing this, Qi Mu turned his head to look and asked, "Brother Zheng, do you think I'm regretting it?"
The person who followed Qi Mu to the theater was Zheng Weiqiao.
Originally, Qi Mu didn't plan to tell Zheng Weiqiao about his participation in the competition. After all, by the end of the year, many magazines required him to submit manuscripts, and he was indeed quite busy. But Zheng Weiqiao didn't know where he got the news of his participation in the competition, so he went to his house early in the morning and "tied" him over.
Zheng Weiqiao pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, and the clean lenses suddenly reflected a silver light: "Isn't it?"
Qi Mu shook his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the vigorous youth group player over there, with a smile: "Even if I regret it, nothing will change, so I will never regret it, I will only do it. something to change the future."
Hearing Qi Mu's words, Zheng Weiqiao was stunned for a long time, and when Qi Mu opened the piano box and began to compare the notes, he came back to his senses. He looked at this handsome and beautiful young man with a complicated expression for a long time before finally showing a smile in admiration.
Zheng Weiqiao has been really busy recently, so he only specially accompanied Qi Mu for a day when he went to the B City Symphony Orchestra on his first day. Originally, he was worried that Qi Mu would be excluded and bullied by his seniors, but after seeing that he was able to handle the relationship between colleagues well, Zheng Weiqiao breathed a sigh of relief, and did not see Qi Mu again for the next few days.
He learned from friends in the orchestra that Qi Mu was very popular in the orchestra, and it seemed that there was an additional title called "Little Seven". Although Mr. Tan is always critical of Qi Mu, he is very protective of him most of the time.
This made Zheng Weiqiao deeply gratified.
It really grew up overnight!
Not bad, that is... Is this change a little too big
Thinking of this, Zheng Weiqiao became a little worried again, and he asked: "Qi Mu, what happened to the result of your quitting marijuana before...?"
Qi Mu, who had not been in contact with the word "marijuana" for a long time, heard Zheng Weiqiao's words. She was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's almost the same as quitting. normal.
But that's it, Zheng Weiqiao was a little worried: "Could it be that there is something abnormal in your withdrawal reaction... You have changed so much now?"
"… "
"It won't be a problem, right? For example, when you wake up, your head twitches, and you want to go back to your old life?"
"… "
"Why don't we see a doctor in a few days."
"...I really don't need it, Brother Zheng."
"Let's find a doctor." The more Zheng Weiqiao thought about it, the more he felt that his concerns were very reasonable, he nodded.
Qi Mu was a little bit dumbfounded: "Brother Zheng, I really, really, really have no problem at all! It's not that marijuana has ruined my brain." Even if it was, it was also killed by marijuana.
Zheng Weiqiao was still a little hesitant, until Qi Mu assured him again and again, he put the matter down and said no more. Qi Mu looked at Zheng Weiqiao's old mother's appearance, his heart warmed, and his delicate face was full of smiles.
What they didn't find was that not far away, a young player with a violin was looking at them with a frown. After looking at it for a long time, the man whispered to himself, "Qi... Mu?"