King of Classical Music

Qi Mu is most fortunate that Jenny is no longer a big speaker.

When rehearsing continued the next day, before Qi Mu could get his pitch right, he suddenly saw Jenny, who was sitting in front of him on the right, secretly glanced back at him, and then revealed a touch of "You understand, I understand, I understand." Will keep it secret" with a cryptic smile.

Qi Mu: "..."

I've said it all, you really don't understand!

Of course, when a professional symphony orchestra starts rehearsing, all members will be in the state, and there will be no distractions.Even Qi Mu, who was still unsteady just now, immediately focused on Mr. Farrer's command.

Some laymen may think that the conductor of a symphony orchestra seems to be a person who stands on the podium and dictates, but does not have any effect.You see, he doesn't need to perform or videography, but simply gestures, does it have other functions?

However, in fact, the conductor is precisely the core soul of an orchestra.

The podium in front of the stage is the place where the music effect is the best in the audience, and the conductor stands there, taking every subtle sound of the orchestra into his ears and making adjustments and fusions.

The conductor determines the music style of an orchestra, the music rhythm of the performance on the spot, and how to save every inevitable mistake that cannot be avoided.

But now, Mr. Farrer was standing on that high podium, suddenly raised his right hand, and then pressed down suddenly, the sound of the audience stopped abruptly.Then he turned his head to look at the first violin group on the left, raised his left hand slightly, and a melodious and gentle music sounded slowly.

Although Qi Mu was not the principal or deputy principal of the violin, Mr. Farrer also arranged for him a good position, so that he could see Mr. Farrer's movements clearly by himself.

Qi Mu also served as the chief in the past. For example, when he was in the B City Symphony Orchestra, he became the chief of the audience in the last performance.But now, this is the first time he has entered a top symphony orchestra for rehearsal since he returned to Europe.

The young white and slender fingers quickly pressed the black piano board, and all the members of the first violin group drew their bows hurriedly, and a scene of fierce resistance appeared on the stage.

But for a moment, the wind instruments roared, making the music more majestic and majestic, followed by the ensemble of the entire orchestra, and the passionate rhythm caused a resonance in the entire rehearsal hall.

The magnificence and enthusiasm of "The Magic Flute" can make people hear the tension, fear, hatred, and horror that belong to the content of the opera from the increasingly high-pitched and intense symphony music.

Except for Qi Mu's two small mistakes during rehearsal on the first day, he hasn't had any problems since then.

And when the second day's rehearsal was over and many people began to have an afternoon tea break, Mr. Farrer waved Qi Mu over with some hesitation, and asked, "Angel...can you make all the sounds of all the instruments in the orchestra Identify?"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Farrer would ask such a question, and Qi Mu naturally understood what he meant, so he answered directly without concealment: "Yes, Mr. Farrer, I am better at pitch, and the orchestra I can hear every instrument clearly."

Such an answer made Mr. Farrer slightly startled, and he looked at the young man with a slight smile in front of him with complicated eyes.

The bright spotlight on the stage shone down from the top of the young man's head. Although the black hair slightly covered his delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, it made his facial features appear more three-dimensional.After giving the other party the name "Angel", Mr. Farrer knew... This is a good-looking and cute child.

However, now he has a little hesitation about the child's future.

After thinking for a long time, Mr. Farrer still sighed and said, "Angel, my absolute pitch is acquired through training, even if I can hear the sound of every instrument and even every musician in the audience, But I'll never be able to hear a string being replaced like Auston."

After a pause, Mr. Farrer added: "This is because Auston's talent was given by God, not acquired. If you want, I can accept you as a student, and even I want to...O Ston is also very happy to accept you as a student."

Hearing this, Qi Mu was stunned for a while, and then understood what Master Fale meant.He shook his head slightly, showing a gentle smile, and said: "Mr. Farrer, I understand what you mean, but... I don't want to do this. I like the violin, and I don't want to do anything else, let's talk about it ..."

Tilting his head slightly, Qi Mu smiled and said, "Mr. Farrer, do you think I can...defeat Min Chen?"

Master Fale was stunned, and then he shook his head with a smile: "This is too difficult, Angel, even though you are very talented, I have never understood Oston, and...you are less talented than him. for more than ten years."

Hearing this answer, Qi Mu asked again: "Then do you think... I can make more vivid and classic music than "Wandering"?"

"Wandering" is one of Min Chen's most classic masterpieces. Because of its difficult technique and profound connotation, this 5-minute piano sonata has become a popular work in the world's major piano competitions in recent years.

Master Farrer also shook his head: "A good piece of music requires not only talent, but also inspiration. Even Alston himself is not sure whether he can make a second "Wandering"."

Speaking of this, Mr. Farrer was no longer reluctant, he smiled and said: "Angel, I am very happy that you have your own goals, and I also support you in going down this path. Since the first time I was in Huaxia After I heard your "Blessings of Love", I understood that you will become a great person in the future."

After getting along for so long, it was the first time Qi Mu heard Mr. Farrer talk about such a thing.He widened his eyes slightly in surprise, then smiled, and said, "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Farrer, I still need to work harder."

The bright and kind smile was as warm as the spring breeze, especially on such a handsome and beautiful child, which made Master Farrer feel more at ease.He couldn't help admiring: "Oh! Angel, I always think that the greatest thing I have done in the past year is to give you such a suitable name!"

Qi Mu: "..."

"Whenever I go to a place, I can't help but introduce to my old friends—'Hey, do you know that in the far east, in the magical land of China, I met a lovely Angel, his piano sound is so beautiful that I can't help but move.'!"

Qi Mu: "..."

"Look, Angel! I can't wait to show you to my old friends!"

Qi Mu: "..." After a while, he forced a smile and asked, "Mr. Farrer, I don't know... Which masters have you told about me?"

Qi Mu gritted his teeth, but Master Fale didn't seem to notice it at all.He bared his white teeth with a smile, and said, "Swell from Niuai, Dorenza from Weiai, Zayev from the British BBC..."

Hearing these familiar names, the smile on Qi Mu's face was almost unbearable.

How do you say that--

Black powder black powder!Now it seems that it is really not a powder, but as black as a sesame seed! ! !

---------

Here, the first summer opera concert of the Dresden Symphony Orchestra is rehearsing intensely, while there, Vienna has entered a period of quiet dormancy, except for one or two small concerts that are often performed in the small theater In addition, only some masters will occasionally give a personal concert.

In the clear blue sky, a round of scorching sun shone its scorching rays on the land. The heat was steaming, and the earth seemed to be smoking.On the first floor of a small two-story building in the city center, the window screen was tightly closed by its owner to prevent any light from coming in.

In this room that was so messy that people couldn't bear to look straight at it, all kinds of materials were placed everywhere, and some pieces of paper were nailed to the wall.

And in front of the table in the middle of the room, a man with disheveled hair was scratching his head and looking at the pile of documents on the table, almost collapsed in pain.

"My God... what the hell is going on with this thing? How can it be impossible to find out who bailed him out of prison?!"

As if talking to himself, the man whispered again: "Damn it, it's impossible for him to be his ordinary working-class parents. They don't have that much ability... Who the hell are they!"

The man broke down and said a few more words. Just as he picked up his clothes and was about to go out to find some evidence, the messy-haired gentleman heard his assistant knocking lightly before he got up. He opened the door, slowly pushed it open, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Charles, here is your letter."

Mr. Charles, a well-known private detective in Vienna, was taken aback for a moment, and then asked, "My letter? Which post office did it come from?"

The assistant shook his head and said, "There is no post office stamp, it is stuffed directly in the mailbox at the door. Would you like to see it?"

Charles was taken aback for a moment. As a private detective who had seen all kinds of dangerous situations, he boldly took the letter and carefully opened it.

Naturally, it is impossible to have any explosives or sulfuric acid in such a thin letter, so Charles looked at the white paper with only one line of address written on it, feeling a little puzzled.

"Strange...is there only one line of address, what is this..."

Charles' voice stopped abruptly when he saw the name on the white paper.

I saw an ordinary Chinese name printed on the back of the white paper. Although it was only three simple characters, it surprised Mr. Charles enough.Because, it says—

Luo Yusen.