Qi Mu is most fortunate that Jenny is not a big speaker anymore.
When the rehearsal continued the next day, Qi Mu hadn't adjusted his pitch when he saw Jenny, who was sitting in front of him furtively, glanced back at him, and then revealed a touch of "You know, I know, I will be kept secret" with a veiled smile.
Qi Mu: "..."
It's all said, you really don't understand!
Of course, when a professional symphony orchestra starts to rehearse, all the members will enter the state, and there will be no distractions. Even Qi Mu, who was still uneasy just now, immediately focused on Mr. Faller's command.
Some laypersons might think that the conductor of a symphony orchestra seems to be a person standing on the podium pointing fingers without any effect. You see, he doesn't need to play, and he doesn't need video photography, he just gestures, does it have other functions
But, in fact, the conductor is precisely the core soul of an orchestra.
The podium in front of the stage is the place with the best music effect, and the conductor stands there, listening to every subtle sound of the orchestra and adjusting and merging.
The conductor determines the musical style of an orchestra, determines the musical rhythm of the performance on the spot, and determines how to save every unavoidable error that occurs.
But now, Mr. Faller stood on the high podium, his right hand suddenly raised, and then suddenly pressed down, the sound of the audience stopped abruptly. Then he turned his head to look at the first violin group on the left, raised his left hand gently, and a melodious and gentle music sounded slowly.
Although Qi Mu was not the principal or deputy principal of the violin, Mr. Faller also arranged a good position for him, so that he could see Mr. Faller's movements clearly.
Qi Mu has also been the principal in the past. For example, when he was in the B City Symphony Orchestra, he became the principal of the audience in the last performance. Now, this is the first time he has entered a top symphony orchestra for rehearsal since he returned to Europe.
The young man's fair and slender fingers quickly pressed on the black piano board, all the members of the first violin group drew their bows quickly, and a scene of fierce struggle appeared on the stage.
But for a moment, the wind instruments roared, making the music more majestic, followed by the ensemble of the entire orchestra, and the enthusiastic rhythm caused a resonance in the entire rehearsal hall.
The magnificence and enthusiasm of "The Magic Flute", even if there is no vocal singing, can make people hear the tension, fear, hatred and horror that belong to the content of the opera from the increasingly high and intense symphony music.
Except for Qi Mu's two small mistakes during the first day of rehearsal, he has never had a problem since then.
And when the rehearsal ended the next day and many people started to have afternoon tea break, Mr. Faller waved and called Qi Mu with some hesitation, and asked, "Angel... Can you identify all the sounds of all the instruments in the orchestra? come out?"
I didn't expect that Mr. Faller would ask such a question, and Qi Mu naturally understood what he meant, so he answered directly without concealment: "Yes, Mr. Faller, I am better at the sense of sound, the orchestra. I can hear every instrument clearly."
Such an answer made Mr. Faller stunned, and he looked at the indifferently smiling young man in front of him with complex eyes.
The bright spotlight on the stage shone down from the top of the young man's head. Although the black hair slightly blocked his delicate and beautiful eyebrows, it also made his facial features more three-dimensional. From the time he named him "Angel", Mr. Faller knew... This is a good-looking and lovely child.
However, now he is a little hesitant about the future of this child.
After thinking for a long time, Mr. Farrar still sighed and said: "Angel, my absolute pitch is acquired by training, even if I can hear the voice of every instrument in the audience, even the voice of every musician, But I'll never be able to hear a string replaced like Auston did."
After a pause, Mr. Faller added: "This is because Auston's talent is God-given, not acquired. If you want, I can accept you as a student, even if I want... Auston Dunn is also very happy to accept you as a student."
Hearing this, Qi Mu was stunned for a while, and then he understood what Master Faller meant. He shook his head slightly, showing a gentle smile, and said, "Mr. Farrar, I understand what you mean, but... I don't want to do this. I like the violin, and I don't want to do anything else. Besides... "
Lifting his head slightly, Qi Mu smiled and said, "Mr. Farrar, do you think I can defeat Min Chen in the command line..."
Master Faller was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and shook his head: "This is too difficult, Angel, even if you are very talented, I have never understood the person Auston, and... you are less than him. Over ten years."
Hearing this answer, Qi Mu asked again: "Then do you think... I can make more vivid and classic music than "Wandering"?"
"Wandering" is one of Min Chen's most classic masterpieces. Because of its difficult skills and profound connotations, this short five-minute piano sonata has already become a popular work in major piano competitions around the world in recent years.
Master Faller also shook his head: "A good piece of music requires not only talent, but also inspiration. Even Auston himself is not sure whether he can make a second "Wandering"."
Speaking of this, Mr. Faller is no longer reluctant, he said with a smile: "Angel, I am very happy that you have your own goals, and I am also very supportive of you on this path, since my first time in Huaxia s After I heard your "The Liang Zhu", I understood that you will become an amazing person in the future."
After getting along for so long, it was the first time Qi Mu heard Mr. Faller talk about such a thing. He opened his eyes slightly in surprise, then smiled, and said, "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Faller, I still need to work harder."
The bright and kind smile is as warm as the spring breeze, especially on such a handsome and beautiful child, which makes Master Faller feel at ease. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh! Angel, I always thought that the greatest thing I've ever done in the last year - was to give you such a fitting name!"
Qi Mu: "..."
"Whenever I go to a place, I can't help but introduce to my old friends—'Hey, you know what, in the far east, in that magical land of China, I met a lovely Angel , his piano sound is very beautiful, I can't help but be moved.'!"
Qi Mu: "..."
"Look, Angel! I can't wait to show those old friends you brought to me!"
Qi Mu: "..." After a while, he forced a smile and asked, "Mr. Faller, I don't know... Which masters did you tell me about me?"
Qi Mu gritted his teeth, but over there, Master Faller didn't seem to notice at all. He smiled and bared his white teeth, and said, "Swell from New York, Dorensa, Zayev from Victoria, BBC from England..."
Hearing these familiar names, the smile on Qi Mu's face could hardly be maintained.
How do you say that-
Black powder black powder! Now it seems that it is not really powder, but black as sesame! ! !
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Here, the first opera concert of the summer by the Dresden Symphony Orchestra is being rehearsed intensely, while there, Vienna has entered a period of stable dormancy, except for one or two small concerts that are often performed in small theaters. In addition, only some masters occasionally give a solo concert.
On the clear blue sky, a scorching sun shines on the land, the heat is so hot that the earth seems to be smoking. On the first floor of a small two-story building in the center of the city, the window screen was pulled tightly by its owner, preventing a little light from being cast in.
In this cluttered room, people couldn't bear to look directly at it, all kinds of materials were placed everywhere, and some pieces of paper were nailed to the wall with nails.
In front of the table in the center of the room, a man with messy hair was scratching his head at the pile of documents on the table, and was about to collapse in pain.
"My God... what the hell is going on with this kind of thing? How could it be impossible to find out who bails him out of jail?!"
As if talking to himself, the man whispered again: "Damn, it can't be his ordinary salary-earning parents, they don't have such great ability... Who the hell is it!"
The man said a few words like a collapse, and just when he picked up his clothes and was going to go out to look for some evidence, the messy-haired gentleman had not got up when he heard his assistant knocking gently. He opened the door, slowly pushed it open, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Charles, here is your letter."
Mr. Charles, a famous private detective in Vienna, was taken aback for a moment, and then asked: "My letter? Which post office did it come from?"
But the assistant shook his head and said, "There is no post office stamp, it is directly stuffed into the mailbox at the door. Do you want to take a look?"
Charles was stunned. As a private detective who had seen all kinds of dangerous scenes, he boldly took the letter and opened it carefully.
Naturally, there could be no explosives or sulfuric acid in such a thin letter, so Charles looked at the white piece of paper with only one line of address written on it, and became a little puzzled.
"It's weird... is there only one line of address, what is this... "
Charles' voice stopped suddenly when he saw the name on the white paper.
I saw a common Chinese name printed on the back of the white paper. Although it was only three simple words, it surprised Mr. Charles enough. Because, it says-
Luo Yusen.