King of Classical Music

In autumn, once the evening arrives, the temperature gradually drops.Without the sunshine that warms everything during the day, the autumn night in Paris is bleak, and the bleak cold wind whizzes across the flat and neat lawn, making many passers-by tighten their clothes.

It was still afternoon when Qi Mu arrived at the Paris Philharmonic with the bus of the college orchestra, but at this time, he looked at the leaves swaying gently outside the window, and he could probably guess that the temperature outside at this moment is definitely "beautiful and freezing." people".

This afternoon, the college orchestra had already had a preview in the rehearsal room of the concert hall, and the official performance would be in one hour.

One after another, the audience got off from the endless stream of cars and entered the concert hall one after another.Just now Delan deliberately went to the curtain to take a look. Although the people who came could not be said to have filled up the 2400 seats, at least half of them were seated——

It can be seen that the publicity of this concert is still in place and successful.

After all, he is a student of the most famous French Conservatoire Nationale Supérieure de la Conservatory. Apart from liking strikes and parades, the very defensive French also like to support their own family's performances.

The last time Qi Mu came to the Paris Philharmonic Hall, he still came to listen to Bo Ai's performance.But now, it has turned into him leading an entire orchestra to perform, which made him suddenly feel a little unreal, but it also made him have to face it.

"Xiaoqi! Did you know that I saw Master Lyonte just now! I didn't expect him to come this time!" Delan blushed excitedly and said, "Last time Master Lyonte wrote you a piece of music. Comment, I wonder if he will write another article for our orchestra this time? If he can write an article for me...God! My life will be worth it!"

Hearing this, Zakdo shook his head speechlessly, and said with a look of disgust: "Delan, the performance is about to start, why are you still asleep? Wake up, wake up. Master Lyonte can write to our orchestra A music review is fine, so don't think too much about it..."

De Lan snorted softly, and muttered in a low voice: "What if...Master Leonte has misjudged him?"

Qi Mu looked helplessly at the two bickering creatures, and added in his heart: So, Delan, you also think that Master Leonte can write music reviews for you...It must be because you have misjudged...?

As the time for the show approached, the tension in the backstage grew.

Although the academy orchestra has also performed many times in theaters and concert halls in Paris, but when it comes to the Paris Philharmonic Hall, it is really a bride getting on the sedan chair——

the first time.

Many students were very nervous, and some were even so nervous that they couldn't even get their pronunciation right.

And when it comes to this, it shows the importance of an excellent chief.I saw Qi Mu very calmly comforting these nervous students, he said some teasing words, and quickly used a few jokes to attract everyone's attention to other directions.

Even Helen, the famous coward in the orchestra, smiled and raised her hand, asking: "Xiao Qi, if... if we can really get a music review from Mr. Leonte, then... then we can go to your house to eat hot pot." ?"

As soon as the words fell, the whole backstage immediately boiled up, and some people began to discuss in low voices, "I want to eat instant-boiled lamb", "fresh venetian leaves are better", "no, no, no, baby food is my favorite". Some people had a dispute over "it is better to eat hot pot with a clear soup base or a hot pot with a spicy pot".

Qi Mu: "..."

Wait a minute, when did he agree to eat hot pot just now?

Helen said timidly: "Okay, Xiaoqi...I was just joking, if it's not okay...cough it's not okay, then just pretend I didn't say anything..."

Seeing the little girl's expression of "too sad to cry", Qi Mu thought for a while, and finally decided to nod and said: "Actually, it's not a problem to invite everyone to eat hot pot, but...my apartment is a bit small, maybe There is no way to accommodate so many people…”

Immediately someone booed: "I donate my house for free!"

Now that we have reached this point, Qi Mu can only smile and nod: "Okay, okay, if Master Lyonte really writes a music review for us, then I will... treat everyone to the authentic Huaxia Sichuan hotpot, okay? ?!"

"it is good!!!"

……

When there were only 10 minutes left before the performance, the backstage was full of "What if I screw up", "What if there are so many audiences, what if I lose face", "I must not make a mistake today", slow down. It slowly changed to—"I want to eat spicy food!", "Mingming clear soup is better!", "Stop arguing, let's eat the mandarin duck hot pot that Xiao Qi talked about!".

Eating, as the highest bridge and way of human communication, allows the people of the world to continue to live in harmony.

In the backstage, Qi Mu was fully prepared and was waiting for the performance to start.What he didn't know was that at the front desk, Master Leonte was carefully looking at the performance list in his hand, taking out a pen from time to time to write and draw on the notebook.

Although we have already entered the electronic age, Master Lyonte is still very keen on the process of using a pen to draw beautiful cursive characters on white paper-this has nothing to do with whether the handwriting is beautiful or not. The black ink penetrates into the white paper, and the visual touch effect is really unique in the world...

"Why is your handwriting still so ugly, Lyonte."

Master Leonte: "..."

Instantly engulfed in anger, Master Leonte turned his head angrily, while turning his head while yelling in a low voice: "Handwriting doesn't represent anything, who dares to say my words..." Ugly.

He didn't say the last word. When Mr. Leonte saw the man sitting next to him who dared to expose his ugliness, he suddenly widened his eyes in horror and looked into the calm and deep eyes of the other party. , Surprised speechless.

The man raised the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose to his eyebrows, and those narrow, sharp phoenix eyes just looked at the dull-faced Master Lyonte calmly and composedly.After reading it for a while, he looked down at the words on the notebook, and when he saw the first line of the band name, he had already frowned.

And when he saw the name of the conductor and chief on the second line, the man finally couldn't bear it anymore and took Master Lyont's pen, crossed out the extremely ugly "Qi Mu" in the line, and wrote it easily and fluently over again.

The newly written name is written in extremely fancy cursive characters, each stroke is like the most meticulous carving of nature, gorgeous and smooth, even the drying of the ink has been considered meticulously, and two strokes are outlined in just a few strokes. The most beautiful English font -

Qi Mu.

You see, Master Farrer once said: "Austen's cursive handwriting is really beautiful! I have never seen such beautiful handwriting, oh no, Xiao Qi... In fact, your German is no better than Auston's poor."

But now, Master Leonte is not in the mood to appreciate how much better the writing of this word is than his own. After all, this word is so different from what he just wrote. .

Master Lyont closed his notebook abruptly, and asked in a low voice, "Auston, why are you here? I remember that you just had a piano recital last night, but how long will Bo Ai start this year's global concert?" Are you on tour? Where did you get so much time to come over to hear a performance by the Academy Orchestra?"

Min Chen gently covered the cap of the sapphire blue gemstone pen, and after listening to Leonte's words, he calmly replied: "A writer in China once said that time is like water in a sponge, there will always be some squeezes." Lyonte, I'm not that busy yet." After a pause, he said again: "Just follow the character I wrote just now and practice a few more times, it should improve your dog-like handwriting a little bit."

Leonte: "..."

What a Chinese writer!He only knows that there is an old saying in China called——

A puppy doesn't have an elephant's teeth in its mouth! ! !

Having heard the man's venomous tongue for a long time, Master Leonte reluctantly accepted the reality, spread his hands and said: "Anyway, I just habitually record the performance list and repertoire of every concert, so I don't need to practice the names of these musicians more. "

"Do not."

Leonte was taken aback by the man's firm and affirmative voice, only to hear Min Chen seriously and solemnly said: "You need to practice this name more, because...you may write it often in the future."

Leonte: "...Huh?"

After a while, the lights in the concert hall gradually dimmed, and the performance was about to begin.Min Chen took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing a handsome and indifferent face.

Master Leonte didn't understand why he suddenly wrote this name in the future. Although he did write a music review for this outstanding young man before, there are really few musicians in this world who can allow him to write a second music review Poor young violinist... Kedori is one of them.

But after a while, Min Chen's deliberately low voice sounded: "Leonte, let's make a bet."

Leonte suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart: "...what...cough, what bet?"

"If tonight's performance exceeds your expectations, then...you write a music review for this orchestra and publish it on "World Music." After a pause, Min Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at a A member of the orchestra came on stage, "If...you think tonight's performance is not good enough, then I will write a piano piece for you, Lyonte."

Master Leonte was completely stunned: "Wait, Auston... What is 'I don't think tonight's performance is good enough'? How can it be considered excellent? What is this standard?"

Min Chen turned his head calmly and indifferently, with long eyes: "The standard is... If you think it is excellent, then write a music review."

After a while, Master Leonte tried to ask: "So... If I insist that tonight's performance is really not good, then no matter how well the band performs, it will be considered a loss for you? You want Write me a song?"

"Ah."

"...I don't read much, you didn't lie to me?!"

Min Chen nodded calmly: "Yes."

"...Auston, did you take your medicine when you went out today?"

"...I don't have a fever."

After confirming that the other party really did not regret it at all, Master Leonte had a look of "I sympathize with you" on the surface, but he had already laughed on his hips in his heart, and he said helplessly: "Okay Oston, my dear My friend, I hope you can give me your song as soon as possible, I will put this song at home and listen to it ten times a day!"

Looking at Master Lyont's look of winning, a smile flashed in Min Chen's dark eyes, he raised his eyebrows lightly, nodded and said: "Okay, I hope you...don't go back on your word."

A small gamble is fun, but a big gamble... hurts the body!

Master Leonte, you have already lost once, why don't you... have a long memory? !

Off the stage, the audience's applause became more and more enthusiastic. When there was a burst of thunderous applause, the man's long and gentle gaze turned to the stage. This glance——

Then I saw the young man coming up from the backstage.