Wen Qiao thought she had seen it wrong, but after a closer look, it was indeed Fu Nanli. He was wearing a high-end custom-made suit, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs, looking dignified and cool. Walking up the carpeted stairs, every step was like a god descending to a high-end luxury booth. Her heart was beating with his footsteps.
He randomly picked an empty seat and sat down, straightened his sleeves, crossed his long legs, and looked around nonchalantly like a wealthy businessman sitting in the front row watching a jewelry show.
The lights in the dome dimmed, as if a sky full of stars appeared above his head, and the man's timeless features appeared even more profound and superior.
Wen Qiao heard a disdainful discussion from behind: "Pipa? You want to enter the Central Conservatory of Music? In my opinion, these are just Tianqiao art, which is similar to the erhu, a special instrument for begging. It's really a fantasy to want to enter the Central Conservatory of Music."
Wen Qiao picked up her pipa, tuned the strings, glanced at Xu Lu's best friend Zhao Tong, and said coldly: "You actually despise the quintessence of Chinese folk music so much. Isn't it unfair for you to grow up in this country? If you feel so wronged, why did you apply to the Central Conservatory of Music? Why not apply to Berklee College of Music? Is it because you can't get into Berklee?"
Zhao Tong gritted her teeth and said, "What school do you care about me applying to? Look at how many people are learning folk music now? It's not something that can be accepted by the upper class."
Wen Qiao tuned the strings and plucked them twice casually.
"In 1936, Franco launched a coup and seized power. Mr. Casals, the cellist and the founder of your cello, stopped all his performances and went on strike to protest against Franco's regime. He was a peace lover, but you were so belligerent. If he saw that later cellists differentiated music based on high and low status, he would think you were not worthy of playing the cello."
Zhao Tong was choked up and couldn't utter a word.
Xu Lu then came out to smooth things over: "Tongtong, stop talking. Western music and folk music each have their own wonderful features. We should still support the traditional Chinese music."
Lu Youyou pulled Wen Qiao aside and snorted, "Just pretending. Don't pay attention to her. Let's practice again."
Zhao Tong and Xu Lu have their own practice room. Zhao Tong gritted her teeth and said, "Lulu, why are you pulling me? Folk music is not accepted by the elite. Most of those who apply for the folk music department are those who can't get into other departments and are transferred in. What are they so proud of? A pipa player is showing off in front of people like us who play cello and piano. It really makes me angry."
Xu Lu patted her shoulder and said, "Forget it. If we quarrel and make a big fuss, and if we are disqualified for the interview, wouldn't that be a loss?"
Zhao Tong sneered, "Our family has invested in a concert for a student at the Central Conservatory of Music. How could their interview qualification be revoked? If they had to, it would only be Wen Qiao's. They should have made a big fuss just now."
Xu Lu naturally didn't want to break up the fight, but Zhuang Yan had just been leaning against the door frame and watching quietly. She had always been known to be gentle and quiet, and if she didn't persuade him, she was afraid that Zhuang Yan would think too much.
This is actually a good deal for Wen Qiao.
Someone behind Zhao Tong advised: "Let Wen Qiao perform. I heard that among the three professors today, two are not very interested in folk music. She will definitely not be able to get an A."
Interview levels are divided into S, A, B and C.
S is the highest level, and only those who get A level or above can successfully enter the Central Conservatory of Music.
Zhao Tong finally let out a sigh of relief: "That's right, she will definitely not pass the interview. We will just have to reluctantly appreciate the art of begging. It's really hard for you to listen."
(End of this chapter)