An Athlete Held up by an Entertainment Career

The folk orchestra is the last orchestra to play today, and everyone walked into the concert hall in order.

Glancing at the judges and the audience below, Xu Qiao found obvious fatigue on their faces.

No matter how good the music is, sitting here and listening to it all day, no one can sit still, and the aesthetics are a little tired.

This sequence of appearances is quite unfavorable for the Chinese orchestra. Fortunately, the judges sat up a little bit and cheered up, ready to listen carefully to the next performance.

The domestic audience watching the live broadcast saw that the camera first gave a distant view, and then the close-up view slowly swept from Ying Wenlin, to the chief pipa Xu Qiao, and then to the folk orchestra behind——

Wait, Xu Qiao? ?

[Is that Xu Qiao? ]

[I'm not mistaken, it's really Xu Qiao]

[I'm stunned]

The audience who suspected that they were dazzled went back and took another look, and found that it was indeed Xu Qiao, with a complicated expression.

They never expected that Xu Qiao would appear on such an occasion.

Only then did he suddenly realize that Xu Siyi reposted the Weibo of the live broadcast of the exchange meeting. It was because of his boyfriend that he was interested in the symphony!

The news spread quickly. Qiao fans who had no interest in the symphony turned on the CCTV music channel and watched the live broadcast excitedly.

By the way, a large number of melon eaters were attracted, and even Xu Siyi's fans turned on the TV with a lot of entangled feelings.

[Xu Qiao is still the chief pipa, what's going on...? ]

[I can still understand if the Sanxian is the chief. His skill in Guofenglu before was really wonderful, but I have never heard that he can also play the pipa]

[Wait and listen, Mr. Ying must have his intentions in making such an arrangement]

[Brother, come on, win glory for the country]

[To win glory for the country?Just don’t lose face and throw it abroad]

[If you don't fight, you will die? ]

Xiaochun has participated in many competitions around the world, and this is the first time he has come to such a magnificent and splendid concert hall in Vienna, so he must be a little nervous.

She sat in the back and saw Xu Qiao's back in front of her, her beating heart gradually settled down.

She longed for the position of chief, and has been working hard to get closer to this position.Everyone in the orchestra said that she was very talented, and one day this position would fall to her head.

Xiaochun has been looking forward to such a day.It wasn't until Xu Qiao joined the folk orchestra that such expectations suddenly faded away.

She knew that she was still far behind, and her heart learned to settle.She is no longer obsessed with a certain position that represents honor, but when playing, she really puts all her thoughts on the pipa in her hand.

Ying Wenlin said that this is a good thing, and the road ahead will be wider and farther.

Xiaochun's gaze fell back to the pipa, and the chief position was given to Xu Qiao. Her heart was filled with admiration and honor.

At the judges' table, the judges opened the music materials prepared by the folk orchestra and discussed with each other in low voices.

""Moon Night in Gusu" has some unfamiliar titles. Let me take a look...it is indeed a new composition. The composers are Xu Qiao and Ying Wenlin." The pronunciation of these two names is very awkward for them, and it takes some effort to read it out.

"Ying Wenlin is a well-known folk musician in China. This Xu Qiao is... Let me see, he is the principal of their orchestra. His name comes before Ying? Interesting."

"He looks very young."

"Yes, too young." The following words were not spoken.Too young, can you make an excellent song?

In the most glorious era of music, the era when geniuses emerge and gather together, geniuses can indeed make amazing repertoires at such an age.

But in this century, such talented musicians have not yet appeared.

The performance officially begins.

Holding the pipa in her arms, Xu Qiao recalled the conversation she had with Ying Wenlin earlier, and slowly plucked the strings.

"It will slowly but surely form its own system, and it should have gone its own way."

If the Western symphony is described as an oil painting with heavy colors, then folk music is an ink painting.

To paint an oil painting, you first need to use a large brush to spread a layer of background, and then apply paint layer by layer. Finally, a painting with distinct layers is drawn—this is the characteristic of Western symphony.

Full, three-dimensional, focusing on layers.

But Chinese and Chinese art emphasizes emptiness, freehand brushwork, blank space, and less is more.

With a brush, the tip of the brush falls, and the lines between the strokes have ups and downs, thickness, turning, and whiteness, all kinds of shades are available.

It should not be a parody of Western symphonies, which will only bring mixed dissonance.

After a piece of loose board came out, Xu Qiao took the lead in introducing it from slow to fast with flicking and fingering.The large-scale fast push and slow pull, and the combined use of the back-slide tone quickly hooked people's minds.

The judges in the audience squinted their eyes and stared at the young man.

The distracted attention due to fatigue was concentrated at once through his playing hand.

In the music just now, they felt a light inspiration from the breeze blowing on the river, and his playing was too natural.

The sounds of Dongxiao, Guzheng and Erhu also joined in, and the timbre of the unison reached harmony.

In the huge concert hall, the audience became more and more quiet. There was only the breeze-like music in the whole hall, and the fatigue seemed to be dispelled a lot.

They involuntarily entered the picture outlined by this piece of music.

What is... the moon, yes, the rising moon?And the wind, the night wind from a quiet city in the east.

There is no need for others to explain. The audience who listened already understood that this was the sound of water waves on the surface of the river.

The big Ruan made a heavy and rhythmic stroke, it was the oars hitting the water.

Such a short piece of music actually created such a vivid picture in my mind.

"It will let the world see and hear its unique charm."

A picture scroll of landscapes on a moonlit night in Suzhou slowly unfolded.

Among the quiet melodies played by konghou, drums, sheng, and dongxiao, the gurgling pipa played by the lead player is like the finishing touch, depicting ups and downs in stability.That beautiful ancient oriental city is like a monotonous line drawing that has been colored and has clear colors.

The melody is rising steadily and melodiously, and the emotions are rising layer by layer. The music keeps rising and advancing, reflecting the scene of the rising moon.

But before the audience expected the moonlight to completely shine on the earth, the timbre of Dahu and other bass instruments suddenly became thicker.

The moonlight was blocked by thick clouds, and the light dimmed.

"Boom—boom—" The sound of the drum also became dull.

The extremely low and deep tone affects the nervousness of the audience.

Just when the audience was worried about this, with a strong beat, the clear and bright overtones of the pipa sounded, and the layers of clouds and mists were pushed away, and a bright moon was in the sky.

"Ah!" Someone was emotionally aroused, and accidentally let out a low cry, and quickly covered his mouth.

It is the basic requirement for the chief to have excellent solo ability.All the pipa solo parts in this performance were performed by Xu Qiao.

Next, the melody increased, the timbre became lively, breaking the melodious and melodious, as if the camera turned, from the quiet river to the lively street scene.

The orchestra played in unison, revealing a vibrant night market scene.

……

In the 35-minute performance, each instrument played its own role in it, and there was no more noisy, but endless reverie.

It turns out that music has such a magical power, can it lead people to glimpse the strange oriental world?

All the people present couldn't help but have this question in their hearts.

It seems that the soul has been washed in the deep and magnificent melody, and the emotions are all affected, and the people in the picture scroll are happy and happy, lost and lost.

The melody goes from low to high to the climax, and a sandgull by the river cries like a clear rest.

Before dawn, the night is getting darker, the wind is lighter, the clouds are lighter, the bustle is gone, and everything is silent.

The sound of the music quickly fell in the light plucking of the strings, and the performance ended with the last pipa humming, and the lingering sound curled up.

A silence.

The audience and judges hadn't recovered from the shock and even forgot to applaud.

Everyone in the Chinese Orchestra bowed down to salute the audience.

However, the audience still did not respond, and the expected applause was reluctant to come.

Xiaochun hugged the pipa tightly in her arms, feeling a little at a loss looking at the strange situation in the audience.

Is it because they didn't do well enough, why... no response?

The gray-haired music master sitting in the middle of the judges' seat stood up and applauded first, like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples.

The audience in the concert hall seemed to wake up suddenly, and applause came from everywhere.

The applause from all sides converged like streams, and finally merged into a torrential river, resounding through the entire concert hall for a long time.

Music is above language.They were now fascinated by the music of that old country.

In the huge concert hall, everyone including the judges stood up.

Everyone in the Chinese Orchestra touched the instruments in their arms and beside them, feeling relieved and at the same time a little dazed.

They should have left the stage after the performance, but the prolonged applause from the audience overwhelmed the group of young people.

In China, on the live broadcast platform of the music channel, the audience seemed to be disconnected collectively, and there was no new barrage for a long time.

[...Why is there no barrage?] Someone couldn't help asking weakly.

After a while, someone replied to him.

[I lost my voice, I don’t know how to comment, it’s too shocking]

[I was so shocked across the screen, how exciting the audience listening to the scene should be]

[The soft lights in the music hall, like a golden crown gently falling on his head, I love Xu Qiao so much]

The grey-haired music master in the middle of the judges' seat tremblingly walked onto the stage with the support of the students. He first shook hands with Ying Wenlin and nodded in recognition of their performance.

Immediately after, she walked up to Xu Qiao, bowed her waist and stretched out her hand. Xu Qiao lowered her body and hugged the old man.

"Good boy." He patted Xu Qiao on the back, and his eyes were stained with love that everyone could see.

He said in heavily accented English, "You did a good job, boy, it doesn't get any better than this."

Xu Qiao heard that his English had a strong Italian accent, and guessed that the old man might be Italian or Swiss.

[To popularize science for everyone, the old man who just hugged Xu Qiao and sat in the middle of the judges' seat is named Maltz Griffin, an Italian, one of the ten greatest musicians of the last century, and the only one among the ten who still alive. ]

[That's great, look at the excitement of the old man]

The media who were recording on the spot looked at me and I looked at you, and they all took out their mobile phones by coincidence.

Media interviews are not allowed in the concert hall, and they can only go to the hotels where the orchestras stay to wait for interviews.

"Hansen, find out which hotel the Chinese National Orchestra is staying at. Be sure to send a reporter there to prepare for the interview. God, can you believe it? Master Maltz was so excited to praise them."

"Get ready for the interview, the Chinese folk orchestra—what? You went to the hotel of the German Symphony Orchestra to prepare for the interview? No, no, listen to me, go to the folk orchestra and wait, they are the protagonists of today!"

"Hey, I've got a headline for the evening news, how about a hug from Master Maltz?"

……

Maltz let go of Xu Qiao, and shook hands with everyone in the Chinese orchestra one by one: "You are all doing well, children."

Fortunately, they were the last orchestra, and the audience was overwhelmed by their music and refused to leave the venue for a long time. The applause refused to stop for a long time, which did not affect the orchestra behind.

But the pressure on the orchestra that will perform in the next three days has increased a lot.

The number of places that can enter the next round is limited, and half of the forty bands will be eliminated to enter the next round.

At first, no one paid much attention to the folk orchestra from China, but now, it is a certainty that the folk orchestra will enter the next round.

This means that there is one less place available for competition.

On the other hand, the performance of the folk orchestra was too good, and the audience and judges were greatly satisfied, and the threshold of satisfaction for the next works was abruptly raised.

In contrast, if the subsequent appearances are not perfect, it may be difficult for them to be recognized by the audience and judges.

On the other side, Sun Taiqing, who hadn't left the lounge, was sitting on the seat with a livid face.

He couldn't figure out why the folk band, which he didn't pay attention to, played like this.

Like a phoenix returning from Nirvana, it shows itself to the world.

The self-satisfied self in front of them looked like a clown, he clenched his palms tightly, a little unwillingly.

Those who were confident enough to enter the next round have become less confident now.

The music hall was still full of excitement, and there was no new orchestra to perform, and the live broadcast was cut off according to the scheduled time, which immediately attracted dissatisfaction from a large number of audiences, who left messages on social platforms.

[I haven't seen enough!Please wait until the band has left before cutting off the live broadcast, please? ]

The person in charge of the live broadcast wiped his sweat. The live broadcast of the previous few days was also cut off early. You didn't say that.

[The music of this group of young performers is soul-stirring, and the emotion they pour into each note is admirable]

[I'm fascinated by the chief, what's the name of the instrument in his hand, pipa, right?Those two syllables are hard to pronounce, but I think I'll remember this instrument from today]

[This oriental boy is really incredible, I mean, the whole performance is perfect, but he makes perfect perfect]

[For a grand performance, I thought it would be the same if I could not get tickets to watch it at home, but now I have changed my mind. Only by listening to it live can I fully understand its charm. I will try my best to grab tickets]

[It was the first time that Mr. Maltz stood up from the judges' seat in the exchange meeting for more than two months, and gave such a high evaluation to this Chinese orchestra]

[My view of Chinese folk instruments has completely changed, my God, they are so beautiful, I can't describe the wonderful feeling]

[I'm in love with Joe, his playing is as mesmerizing as his looks]

[He turns his head to the side, holding the instrument in his hand and playing it, which makes people fascinated.In my heart, he is Orpheus in Greek mythology, the crystallization of love between the god of music and the fairy bel canto, and the real son of the muse! ]

[Oh yes, he is Orpheus, the legendary Orpheus whose music can calm the waves, fish come out of the water, and beasts are tame!He is as beautiful as his music! ]

It's too exaggerated, isn't this group of big brothers from abroad?

The praises from all over the world came back to China. Those who were full of enthusiasm, unabashed admiration, and gorgeous rhetoric left the Chinese people dumbfounded.

This little composition, this rainbow fart, is more powerful than the hardest Joe fan.

I admire you.