Bai Ai's symphony concert this year is still held in the Golden | Hall. Gentlemen and ladies from all over the world are wearing dresses and formal attire, stepping on the red carpet under the Friends of Music Association building, looking forward to entering this world-renowned attraction. Concert hall.
Mr. Dorensa took advantage of his position to give each member of Wei Ai a concert ticket for Bai Ai. This ticket seems to be just a thin card, but everyone knows how important the meaning of this black hot stamping card is—
This is an invitation letter that many music fans dream of!
Although many Wei Ai members said "I don't want to go to Bai Ai's concert" and "The first stop of the performance at our door, naked | naked provocation! I won't listen to it", but they waited until the performance. That night, these people who resolutely refused to attend the concert during the day, all appeared at the entrance of the concert hall in formal clothes.
"Charlie, don't you say who listens to who is a puppy?"
"Bow bark!"
"..."
When the concert started, Qi Mu was sitting on the right hand side of Mr. Dorenza and was talking in a low voice.
For professionals like them, listening to Bai'ai's concert hall is not only for the appreciation of classical music, but more importantly, from the other side's staffing, musical style, performance of the performance, etc. experience.
At this time, Qi Mu no longer cared about who was directing it. As the deputy chief of Wei Ai, it was urgent for him to learn from Bai Ai's concert.
Therefore, when Min Chen looked down at him, Qi Mu bluntly turned his head and whispered to Mr. Dolensa, "Mr. Dolensa, this time Bai Ai's first violin group has appointed 11 people... …"
Min Chen: "..."
After the members of the Bai Ai Quan Orchestra bowed and thanked the audience below the stage, the first sounded was Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny".
If you dare to start with "Destiny", you must have the strength to compete with "Destiny".
In the magnificent concert hall, the audience was silent, but the sound on the stage was extremely loud, with an unstoppable momentum, roaring throughout the concert hall. The French horn vigorously played the movement of life, and the stringed instruments hurriedly played nervously. Everything seemed to be welcoming the next tense turning point, trembling for life!
This song has long been familiar to everyone in the audience, and as the song gets closer and closer to the climax, many people even have red cheeks with excitement, waiting for the heroes to liberate their freedom. If it sounds, you can defeat the shackles of fate!
Bai Ai's music style is as elegant and elegant as ever, and their metal-like bright sound adds a lot of color to this resolute song, making it more indescribable and majestic.
From Qi Mu's perspective, there is no way to see the look of the man on the podium, but from the vigorous and powerful command of the other party, he can feel that this man is fighting the behemoth of fate.
This piece is even more exciting than when he heard it in the Bai Ai rehearsal hall a month ago. The vigorous morale makes people have to avoid its edge, and even more feels a dazzling and admirable one. The best group in the world-the beauty and strangeness of the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra.
After "Destiny" is over, "Jupiter" and "Paris"...
Every time the music sounds, it is as if the god of music is waving his magic scepter on the stage, sharing the sound of nature that belongs only to God to the world.
At the beginning, Qi Mu could still try his best to analyze the size of the concert sensibly, and understand "why should we arrange such a sequence", "why should the second violin group play this section", etc., but to In the end, he was already immersed in the infinite sound of music, forgetting his original mission.
When all the four symphonies in the audience were over, Qi Mu could not help applauding and sighed: "Mr. Dorensa, I forgot to analyze Bai Ai's concert. It's so careless. "
But when I saw Master Dorensa smiling and shaking his head, he said: "Little Seven, if you can always appreciate this concert from an objective angle in a rational and serious manner, then this concert will not let us learn from the experience at all. Value. Auston has improved so fast. Compared with last year, even I was shocked by his "Jupiter", not to mention you? You are still young, as it should be. ."
Although Mr. Dorenza said so, Qi Mu still felt that he still had many shortcomings to improve.
Therefore, after the concert that night, Qi and Mu had just returned home. Before Min Chen could hang his coat on the clothes rack, he heard the serious voice of the young man behind his back: "Min Chen, tonight Can you explain to me about the four pieces of music?"
Min Chen didn't react for a while, and was slightly startled: "What?"
Qi Mu raised his head, Junxiu's beautiful face was full of solemn expressions: "I can see the progress of Bai Ai tonight. There is still a gap between me and Kedori, but Mr. Anthony can leave it. My time is running out. Min Chen, can you help me review the concert tonight?"
Min Chen: "...Four songs?"
"Yes, four symphonies." I also felt that my request was a bit difficult, and Qi Mu sighed helplessly: "You are leaving Vienna tomorrow morning. It's really a bit too busy. In fact, just one song will do... "
"it is good."
The man's low and magnetic voice interrupted the young man's next words. Qi Mu looked up in surprise, and saw that the cold and elegant man slightly curled his lips at this moment, and reached out and took him into his arms.
The warm and broad chest made Qi Mu suddenly wonder what to do. He only heard the other's gentle voice saying: "My love, I want to make progress. As his love, I will definitely satisfy him. A small request."
There was a warm current in his heart, Qi Mu stretched out his hand to embrace the man's thin waist, and whispered: "Min Chen...Why are you leaving tomorrow..."
"Because I have to go quickly, so I will be chased by you later."
Hearing this, Qi Mu couldn't help laughing out loud: "Then I have to follow up faster."
Over the next five hours, the two sat on the piano bench in the piano room together and relived Bai Ai's concert tonight. From the first song "Destiny" to the last song "Trout", the man's slender and thin fingers pressed smoothly and vividly on the black and white keys, and the beautiful notes flowed out gently.
Sometimes Qi Mu suddenly understood something, and then quickly got up and picked up his violin to practice. Most of the time, he listened carefully to Min Chen's performance, feeling what kind of emotions and different effects he achieved with each small adaptation.
Every conductor has his own different music style, Qi Mu suddenly realized that in fact...
He really likes the style of Aston Bertram the most.
As Professor Carl said two years ago: "Your music style is actually very similar to Auston Bertram. 』
Yes, his violin style is really similar to that of this man, and he tried his best to pursue the perfect melody, rigorous and solemn, magnificent, with the most perfect and critical vision, and he liked the most classical and orthodox music.
It turns out that I liked you the most from the beginning...
When the second "Trout" was played to the third movement, Min Chen suddenly felt his shoulder sink. The movement between his fingers stopped suddenly, and then he turned his head to see that, at some point, the young man was so tired that he fell asleep on his shoulders.
With a gentle and quiet gaze as deep as the sea, Min Chen gently took the young man's pen and paper for notes aside, then tiptoedly picked him up, walked into the bedroom, and moved gently on the soft big bed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Min Chen did not speak, but looked at the sleeping youth softly.
The white quilt lined Qi Mu's cheeks even further. Min Chen knew that during the two months he was absent, this young man had completely thrown himself into the busy schedule. He was already thin. He lost weight even more.
"You worked too hard..."
As if murmured sighs, Min Chen leaned down and pressed a kiss on the youth's full white forehead.
At this time, a thin layer of white fish has appeared in the eastern sky. Chaoyang was struggling to climb on the horizon, the golden light had already penetrated the clouds first, dyeing a thin golden edge on the horizon.
Min Chen stretched out his hand to pull the quilt for the young man, and after clearing the house, he pulled the suitcase and gently pushed the door to leave. After the solid wood door was closed, the house slowly fell into tranquility, only the golden sun finally gushing out, shining the world into brilliant gold.
When Qi Mu woke up, it was already noon.
On the note that Min Chen left on the bedside table, it was written in fluent Chinese characters: [I have asked the band for leave for you, take a good rest and don't lose weight. Min Chen. ]
Looking at the handwriting on the note, Qi Mu couldn't help placing the note where he wanted it, as if he could still feel the residual temperature of the man like this.
Min Chen had already worked hard, so naturally he couldn't stop there.
Qi Mu spent a whole day recuperating his body and regaining his spirit. The next day he went to the orchestra again to participate in rehearsals.
A week was dazzling. When the members of the Vienna Philharmonic arrived in Brussels, Belgium, Qi Mu stood in front of the majestic gate of the Opera de la Monet, looking up slightly, as if