Second Piano Concerto

The absence of the conductor and pianist at the usual time did not arouse the audience's speculation at first.The performance in the first half was so exciting, and the works in the second half were very important. Everyone didn't mind waiting a little longer, so that Qin Haiou had enough time to prepare.

As time went on, however, backstage delays began to feel unnerving.Tan Shuo and Wang Yifu were the first to realize that something was wrong. Although they were calm on the surface, both of them were already nervous.Why did Qin Haiou and the conductor delay their appearance? Did something happen backstage?Is it someone else or Qin Haiou who is in trouble?Did Qin Haiou's problem recur?But he was fine in the first half, why did he suddenly relapse at this time?Did something happen backstage that disturbed his mentality, or was he putting too much pressure on himself in the face of the upcoming concerto?

The more they thought about it, the more worried they became. Knowing that it was useless to think wildly now, they still couldn't suppress the anxiety in their hearts.And a few rows of seats away from them, the family members of Liu Yang and Qin Haiou had the same question.The appearance of this abnormal situation stirred up the sensitive nerves of every insider, and they were all anxious and worried, and even began to feel fear, fearing that the worst situation they least wanted to see would appear before their eyes.

1 minute passed and the door did not open.In the huge concert hall, the musicians sat neatly on the stage. From the pool seat to the balcony seat, all the audience waited with bated breath.This huge space is so quiet, full but empty, when there is no music in the ears, all you can see is the static stage and auditorium, even the air seems to be frozen, the only thing that can attract attention is the the passage of time.But the more people pay attention to time, the more sticky the pace of time becomes.In such waiting, every second seems to be endlessly prolonged, the flow of time is getting slower, the consumption of patience is getting faster, and the balance begins to tilt. After 1 minute, it was ten seconds, 20 seconds... Finally, the tranquility of the auditorium was broken, and some people began to whisper and whisper.Once the subtle commotion germinated, it was out of control and soon spread to every corner of the auditorium.

One and a half minutes, two minutes.The door still didn't open.For the opening of the concert, this is a rare long wait, and even the dullest people have realized at this time that there is a problem in the backstage, which has caused the conductor and the pianist to not appear until now.People couldn't help guessing and discussing. Although they deliberately lowered their voices, the voices of these discussions gradually merged into a depressive and dull buzzing noise, floating in the sky above the auditorium, shrouding the entire concert hall in doubt, anxiety, anticipation, etc. In an atmosphere intertwined with worry.

Liu Yang was sitting with friends from Longjin Town, with Cao Nan on the left and Zhuzhu on the right, neither of them knew what was going on, they only knew that Liu Yang knew music better than them, so they all came over and asked her why Qin The Seagulls haven't played yet.This is like adding insult to injury for Liu Yang. She was waiting happily to enjoy the second half of the concerto just like other music fans, but now that 2 minutes have passed, she is already so worried that her mind is in a mess, and she can't calm down and think about things at all , not to mention dealing with Cao Nan and Zhuzhu.Ever since Qin Haiou left Longjin, Liu Yang had learned about his situation from Tan Shuo.Tan Shuo always said that Qin Haiou was in good condition, that the rehearsal was going well, and everything was fine, and it was true from the performance in the first half.But why is there such a situation?How is Qin Haiou? Is he okay?What is he doing at the moment, is he having a nervous relapse, or is he off stage for some other reason?What if he keeps not showing up?How will this concert end?

But at this moment Cao Nan couldn't stop talking: "Do you think Xiao Qin ate something dirty and got a stomachache? Or did he have that beautiful girl who played the cello and just forgot about us? Or..."

"Shut up!" Liu Yang was in distress, and was about to smother his anger, so he could only yell at him in a low voice.

At the same time, Qin Haiou's family is also under tremendous pressure.The four of them were all sitting in the VIP seats. Faced with such a situation, the anxiety and worry in their hearts was not comparable to that of ordinary audiences, but they did not dare to show it.Qin Haiya's mother sat on his left hand, and his younger sister sat on his right. In the dim light of the auditorium, he could feel their eyes briefly resting on him from time to time.At this moment when the whole family was suffering, he didn't know how to comfort them.In his life, he has rarely encountered a situation that made him feel nervous from the bottom of his heart like today. At this time, he would rather be worrying about himself and be ridiculed by his sister.

He and Qin Haibei were tacit to each other, they only exchanged a look and then continued to remain silent.But for his mother, Qin Haiya really couldn't bear it, so he could only comfort her for a moment: "Mom, don't worry. It is definitely not the seagull's fault that it has been delayed for so long. It must be something wrong somewhere else, that's why it was delayed."

In the futile expectation and clueless speculation, the waiting seems to have no end.When the audience was talking, the musicians on the stage were still maintaining stage etiquette under the illumination of the stage lights.They also wanted to know what happened backstage. In view of Qin Haiou's performance in the first half, most musicians suspected that the conductor's sudden physical discomfort was caused by other people in the backstage.They also want to chat with colleagues around them about their guesses, but even a small movement on the stage will be very obvious to the audience.They could only have limited communication with their eyes quietly. No one on the stage spoke, and no one looked around. field.

Wang Yifu looked at the commotion in the auditorium and the still closed door, feeling heavy and unable to continue. Finally, he quietly put his hand into his pocket and touched the small medicine box containing Suxiao Jiuxin Pill.He had secretly observed Tan Shuo's expression before, trying to find a reassuring signal from the young man's face, but failed.Tan Shuo frowned, his expression was dignified, and the joyful look on his face during the intermission had disappeared. He looked at the stage like a statue, and the lights of the stage shone into his eyes, becoming the only light in his eyes .Wang Yifu knew that although Qin Haiou never mentioned to himself the process of commissioning this concerto, with Qin Haiou's character, it is absolutely impossible for him to trust Tan Shuo so much just because of Tan Shuo's talent, there must be a deeper reason .Seeing Tan Shuo's reaction at this moment, Wang Yifu felt even more desperate.

Time continued to move forward, and another half a minute passed. Seeing that the opening time had been delayed by nearly 3 minutes, the situation in the arena still had not improved.Tan Shuo's back was already drenched with sweat, but he couldn't feel the stickiness on his back and the suffocation caused by high mental tension.In the past 3 minutes, he could only feel the sharp edge of time as the second hand ticked away, mercilessly delaying his confidence and will.He felt that he was torn apart, part of him was in disarray, and he frantically wanted to get out of the blow, but he couldn't find a way; part of him was re-wounded by the nightmare in the early morning, and fell into deep self-blame, fear and panic; But there are still some who still refuse to retreat at this time, and still believe in Qin Haiou stubbornly, just as Qin Haiou believed in him stubbornly back then.For a moment, he even thought about jumping up and running backstage to see what was going on, but almost immediately dismissed the idea because he knew it would never be a wise move.Besides, if Qin Haiou really procrastinated until now because of a nervous relapse, what use would it be even if he went?Now he has nothing to do, let alone how to face Qin Haiou.When Qin Haiou needed him the most, he couldn't do anything. He could only sit stiffly in the auditorium and watch the time go by.

A full 3 minutes passed, from the stage to the audience, the anxious waiting and restless discussions were gradually replaced by a huge embarrassment.And inside the silent door, the atmosphere was already tense to the point of suffocating.In order to avoid exposing the backstage to the audience's sight, the lights inside the door were deliberately dimmed a lot. Everyone waited for Qin Haiou in this dim light, while Qin Haiou closed his eyes and stood motionless.In the past 3 minutes, he spent a lot of effort to stabilize his mind, and then pulled out the distracting thoughts and fears in his heart little by little in the completely silent darkness, forcing himself to think about the root and meaning of all this from the beginning: why he was nervous, And why is he standing here; what should he do, and why should he do it.

Deep down in his heart, Qin Haiou knew that he could overcome it.Not only yesterday, he was able to do it earlier.But how did he do it then, and how did Tan Shuo guide him?At that time, he realized the answer by himself, and that was what Tan Shuo wanted to tell him-"just thinking about music is enough", as long as he thinks about music, he will no longer feel nervous.But what music was he thinking about right now?Where is his music?

Qin Haiou trudged through the thorns of his thoughts. Without Tan Shuo by his side, he could only rely on his own strength to endure the pain caused by mental pressure, and search for important memories about this concerto along the veins of memory.He once walked among the green hills under the snow peak, listening to the singing in the valley, and sat beside the warm fire pond, listening to his grandma singing ancient stories.He once sweated profusely in order to learn a drum beat, and also shed sad tears for a parting.He watched Tan Shuo line by line, writing down this work page by page, from scratch, with thousands of tempers.They have argued over a phrase and laughed over a few notes.Those days full of music, those days of hard thinking, those days of sleepless nights, crazy days, those days full of passion because of creating music-all these not only gave life to a work, but also gave him a lifetime of inability to The joy of forgetting.

This is the music he was looking for.It grows on the road he walks, accompanies him, nourishes him, caresses him, lives with him, and becomes an indispensable part of his life.But at this moment, when he finally found it again in his confusion, he saw it spread its glorious wings to him, brushing away the heavy shackles for him, and protecting him in the darkness full of thorns.

Those beautiful voices that are treasured in memory come one after another, and the drizzle-like light with warm power washes away all the haze of emotions.Even if you walk alone, you will no longer feel lonely, and even if you carry a heavy burden on your shoulders, you will no longer feel tired.The tension and anxiety receded like a tide, and the excitement on the scene rose again. Qin Haiou felt the heat and courage rekindled in his heart flowed to his limbs and bones along with the blood, helping him get out of the predicament and regain his sobriety and calmness, and also let him be beaten. Intense and intense emotional dominance, extremely eager to express their hearts.

Qin Haiou knew that he didn't have to wait any longer, and he didn't want to wait any longer.He's ready, it's now -- he's finally going to play.

After three long minutes, Qin Haiou finally made a move. He handed the wet handkerchief to Chen Ganning and motioned her to give him another handkerchief.Chen Ganning stared blankly at him for a moment, then hurriedly took out a spare dry handkerchief and handed it over.Qin Haiou quickly and carefully wiped off the sweat on his face and hands, and nodded to Song.Yu Song understood, turned to the staff at the side and said, "Please open the door."