After all, it is a national competition jointly organized by Huaxia Official and the Munich Conservatory of Music. The entire competition is in good order. Except for people like Qi Mu who "go through the back door" and were privately recommended by Mr. Tan, the other players have already had two rounds of competition. Screening, all have real materials.
Qi Mu came to the B City Grand Theater for the first time. As a player in the youth group, he was recommended on a temporary basis. His competition number was later, and he had reached the point of the last few. Therefore, when the youth group started to play, he watched it for a long time in a leisurely manner, seeing that Zheng Weiqiao was anxious.
"Qi Mu, are you... not nervous at all?"
A 12-year-old girl on the stage was playing "Roshan's Veil". Qi Mu was listening intently, smiling from time to time, when he suddenly heard Zheng Weiqiao's words, he turned his head and replied, "Nervous? Probably A little bit."
After hearing this, Zheng Weiqiao finally let go of his heart, he was still a normal person, and he knew he was nervous!
"Then why don't we prepare again? This is not an easy game, and Mr. Tan also attaches great importance to this game." After speaking, Zheng Weiqiao pointed to the black heads under the stage, and said, "I deliberately just now I took a look, and Mr. Tan is sitting in the third row."
Qi Mu looked in the direction of his fingers.
I saw that through the thick crimson curtain, a bright light illuminated the little girl on the stage. On the opposite stage, the densely packed heads make people feel numb at first glance, not to mention the third row, even the judges in the first row are difficult to see clearly.
Qi Mu narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but didn't say a word. On the other hand, Zheng Weiqiao said: "I have asked my friends before. The main judge this time is Professor Karl from the Munich Conservatory of Music in Germany. It is really rare for him to come to Huaxia. If you work hard in this competition, It is said that Professor Karl will choose a student to follow him to study in Munich, which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
The more Zheng Weiqiao spoke, the more excited his tone became. A little sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. His excited expression was hidden behind the lens. There is a letter of recommendation in Europe. I remember now that the principal of the Berlin Philharmonic is also a student of Professor Carr?"
Qi Mu casually said "um", but Zheng Weiqiao didn't notice anything unusual about him, and continued to say, "If it wasn't for Mr. Tan's recommendation this time, I'm afraid we wouldn't have gotten such a good opportunity," Zheng Weiqiao said. He had already regarded Qi Mu as his own family, and kept his mouth shut as "we". He analyzed it carefully and carefully: "If you do better this time, maybe..."
Qi Mu didn't pay more attention to Zheng Weiqiao's words.
His eyes were focused on the rather strong bearded foreigner in the center of the jury.
Unlike other serious and solemn Germans, Robert Carr seems to be born with the romantic literary cells of the French. He has long hair and a small braid tied at the back of his head with a hair rope. He also has a long beard and looks as strong and powerful as Hagrid from Harry Potter from a distance.
But even with such a sturdy looking man, Qi Mu knew that he was one of the most outstanding music professors in Europe. Professor Carr has taught many world-class violinists, including the principal of the Berlin Philharmonic, and almost all of his students have achieved success.
When Qi Mu knew that Robert Carr was coming to China, he still couldn't believe it. And when Zheng Weiqiao said today that Professor Carl was going to choose a student in this competition, it shocked him even more.
Regardless of the level of this person, being able to become a student of Robert Carr has already paved a red carpet for his future musical road, with almost no bumps.
Thinking of this, Qi Mu couldn't help but look at the old man whose face was buried in the darkness and could not be seen clearly. He finally understands now why Mr. Tan asked him to participate in this competition, and asked him so solemnly before the competition. It turns out...
Do you want him to go to Europe
It is true that for every violinist, the age of 22 should be spent in the academy.
However, this is not Qi Mu.
Qi Mu also wanted to be admitted to the Munich Conservatory in his previous life, but his adoptive parents had passed away at that time, and the only legacy left was a small house. In the end, Qi Mu was not willing to sell the house that carried the memories, so he couldn't afford the high tuition fees at all.
It happened that the Geneva Conservatory of Music started the policy for poor students and increased the amount of scholarships, so Qi Mu went to the Geneva Conservatory of Music to complete his studies.
That was... over ten years ago.
The beautiful phoenix eyes lowered slightly, and Qi Mu sighed softly.
"Xiao Qi, you don't have to be under too much pressure. It is indeed an honor to be a student of Professor Carl, but if you don't have this opportunity, I believe you can return to that stage again." Zheng Weiqiao originally After talking all the time, I suddenly noticed Qi Mu's gloomy expression, and mistakenly thought that he was not confident, so he comforted: "I believe in your strength, even if you have a long experience, that's not bad."
But Qi Mu's focus was obviously skewed, he raised his eyes suddenly, and said in surprise: "...Xiao Qi?"
Zheng Weiqiao was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then nodded subconsciously and said, "Yeah, isn't it Xiao Qi? I see that many people in the orchestra call you that." While speaking, Zheng Weiqiao pushed the silver on the bridge of his nose. Sis eyes, looked serious and analyzed: "Well... Teacher used to call you Xiao Mu, and it's not easy for me to bump into teacher. Xiao Qi is very good."
"… "
Here, Qi Mu and Zheng Weiqiao talked in a harmonious atmosphere, while a young man not far from the side watched them seriously for a long time. This young man looked like he was only twenty years old, and he held a delicate and delicate light yellow violin in his hand. While looking at Qi Mu and the two not far away, he whispered: "Really... Qi Mu! …”
His voice was so low that no one present could hear him. I saw a flash of nostalgia in the young man's eyes, and then he was quickly covered up by himself, and a fighting spirit suddenly rose.
He whispered confidently: "I lost to you ten years ago, this time... not necessarily!"
Suddenly, there was a feeling like a light on his back crawling up his spine, Qi Mu reacted quickly and looked back, and happened to see a handsome young man looking at him with a smile, and when he saw him, he was smiling. He waved the violin bow in his hand with himself.
Qi Mu was slightly surprised for a moment, then returned a polite smile, then turned around and asked in a low voice, "Brother Zheng... Do you know that person?"
Zheng Weiqiao thought for a while and replied, "He is Sheng Yanhui, the champion of the youth group rematch, and he is also a musical prodigy. What, do you know him?"
Qi Mu searched carefully in his mind, and finally shook his head fruitlessly: "I don't seem to have any impression."
Zheng Weiqiao "oh" the doctor, and then said: "Sheng Yanhui has a good character and talent, and is one of the biggest candidates to become Professor Carl's student this time. However, he is a little old, which is a drawback."
"how old are you?"
"Twenty-four, it seems, he became famous a little late."
Qi Mu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Although he always felt that there was a provocative taste in Sheng Yanhui's eyes, this illusory feeling was also uncertain, so Qi Mu didn't take it to heart.
It is nothing more than that soldiers will come to block it, water will come to cover it, and the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge.
It didn't take long for the name of No. 19 to be reported on the stage, and Qi Mu saw that Sheng Yanhui mentioned his violin and started walking to the stage. In the process of walking to the stage, Sheng Yanhui happened to pass by Qi Mu who was sitting close to the stage. To Qi Mu's surprise, just halfway there, Sheng Yanhui suddenly stopped straight in front of him.
Zheng Weiqiao was also surprised. He was about to ask a question when he saw Sheng Yanhui smiling and nodding at Qi Mu, and said in a serious and serious tone: "Qi Mu, I haven't seen you in ten years, this time... I will take it seriously, I hope you will too. In this way, the championship will not be in your hands forever, and I will definitely beat you."
As soon as the "Decision of Decisive Battle" was finished, Sheng Yanhui turned around and walked to the stage, leaving behind Qi Mu, who was still smiling, and Zheng Weiqiao, who was confused.
Zheng Weiqiao thought for a while and asked, "Xiao Qi... Do you know Sheng Yanhui?"
I saw the black-haired young man turn his head with a smile, a delicate and beautiful face with a gentle and bright smile, which makes people unable to look away, but the words in his mouth are as "ruthless" as the autumn wind sweeping the leaves.
Qi Mu asked, "Brother Zheng, I... know him?"
"… "
Don't let Sheng Yanhui hear this, otherwise people will die of anger if they don't vomit three liters of blood.