sleep only 4 hours a day

Night, a certain royal theater, auditorium.

??On the golden stage, the symphony orchestra is playing "La?Lancette".This is a national treasure-level orchestra from Vienna. This performance was also invited by the country's official government. Therefore, there are many dignitaries from government, business and all walks of life in the audience.

??Although it is such a formal occasion, Sigmund, as the second violinist, is not very nervous.After all, he is a professional.

??His professional level will not change because of the change of the performance occasion or the status of the audience.

??Those pieces—whether it’s Beethoven, Descher Walker, Mendelssohn, or Bach, which is known for its difficulty and magnificence, are all pieces that he can play perfectly with his eyes closed.If not, what right does he have to sit second fiddle?

??You know, the second violin is second only to the first violinist.

?? This theater is the center of world art and culture.Tonight's concert is the most solemn gift between countries.

?? And he is the second violinist in this concert.

??So Sigmund has absolute confidence in his professional standards.

?? He nodded his head slightly, his jaw gracefully resting on the violin board.The expression is joyful and immersed, as if cuddling on the cheek of a lover.

?? But his heart is cold.

?? Before going on stage, he took a quick glance. The front row of the auditorium was either rich or expensive, and they were all names that often appeared in news papers.And those political and business leaders are obviously not interested in the performance of the orchestra.

?? What interests them is the elegant name "Symphony Concert".

?? Sigmund sneered in his heart, and at the same time couldn't help but sigh.He has devoted his whole life to the cause, and he has tried his best to climb to the top, but in the end, he is facing such an audience...

?? Sigmund lowered his eyes slightly, scanning the boring auditorium with a look of mockery and pity.

??Suddenly, he caught an inconspicuous corner.

?? That's the first row to the side.The view from that position is not very good, and it is impossible to see the movements of all the performers clearly.But after all, it is also the first row. In terms of ticket price, at least a few thousand dollars must be sold.

??Of course, at a concert of this level, those who can sit in the first row probably don't need to pay for the tickets themselves.

?? At this moment, sitting in this awkward position is a slender young man.

??The black suit fits well, outlining the man's elegant and well-proportioned figure.The man had an Asian face, and Sigmund couldn't tell his exact age, only that he was young and handsome.

?? However, this is not the reason to attract Sigmund's attention.

?? What moved Sigmund, even a little angry, was his peacefully closed eyes.

??--He is sleeping?He was actually sleeping!

??He actually slept in the first row at such a formal symphony concert!

?? This is how rude, this is what a gaffe.

?? Sigmund gritted his teeth, secretly cursing the new aristocrat's faux pas for art.Suddenly, he noticed that the man's hands hanging beside the seat were shaking slightly in a special rhythm.

?? That rhythm is too familiar to him - that is the piece that Sigmund is playing, the violin part of "La? Lancette".

??I saw the man's left fingertips undulating and shaking, and the four fingers of his right hand slightly curled up, which is a beautiful bow-holding posture.

??The man closed his eyes, his hands naturally hung down on both sides of the armrest of the seat, and his posture was extremely relaxed.But his hands followed the pace of the orchestra, playing this gorgeous piece together.

??——So, is it someone who has learned the violin?

??It seems that this man is not sleeping, but because he has learned the violin, he closed his eyes and tried to keep up with the rhythm and play with the band.

?? This is also normal.Seeing a virtuoso on stage playing an instrument they have learned, many people imagine themselves performing.This is a longing, but also a yearning.

?? Moreover, looking at this man's fingering, it is obviously far beyond the level of amateurs... His fingering is even synchronized with Sigmund.You know, this is an extremely difficult piece, even for professional players.

?? Out of respect for his colleagues, Sigmund's dissatisfaction disappeared immediately.

?? Just when Sigmund was about to look away, the man did something that surprised him:

?? The man's hands suddenly stopped.Immediately afterwards, the fingerings of both hands were all messed up!

??... Can't keep up?After all, I am not a professional performer...

??--etc?

?? If it wasn't for the fact that he was still playing, Sigmund couldn't help but want to rub his eyes—this man, the fingering of his hands seems to have become... a piano?

?? At this time, the focus of the orchestra's performance also just shifted from the violin to the piano group.

??It seems that this man is very familiar with this symphony, and not only played the violin, but also learned the piano.

?? This is also quite common.After all, classical music is connected with each other. There are not a few people who learn piano first to cultivate pitch and interest, and then gradually dabble in other classical instruments.Sigmund himself knew a thing or two about the piano.

?? Just when Sigmund was thinking "this man is nothing", in the next half an hour, he actually saw more musical instruments in the hands of men!

??Flute, oboes, trumpets...even timpani!

??This man can actually play so many musical instruments?

??His hands are still so graceful, so naturally hanging on both sides of the armrest.His eyes were still closed, and his expression was serene and calm, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

?? Only his fingertips, like dancing, jumping on invisible instruments.

??His movement range is very small, if it is not deliberately observed, no one will notice his playing like no one else.

?? It can be seen that he did not play for others to see.He's not trying to let those around him know that he knows these instruments—he just, happens to really do.

??...Wait, maybe this man is not a performer, but a conductor?

??At this moment, Sigmund couldn't help but be amazed.

??Wind instruments, stringed instruments, percussion instruments, all have something in common when learning.Just like someone who has learned the violin and then turns to learn the viola or cello, they will feel that it is very simple, just change the posture.

??But it is much more difficult to cross the fields of tube, string and percussion.

??Of course, it is just difficult, not impossible.

??It is not impossible for people who really love music and have a certain talent to master multiple instruments through years of hard work.

?? For example, the conductor of their orchestra, Mr. Klimt, is familiar with the playing methods of a dozen instruments.It also makes him a better conductor professionally.

?? Having said that, human energy is limited after all.The greater the variety of learning, the less likely it is to delve deeply.

?? Mr. Klimt too.His mastery of the dozen or so musical instruments is limited to "familiarity", far below the performance level.But as a conductor, this is enough.

??Sigmund collected himself and withdrew his attention—the performance of the violin department was about to resume.

?? This is the climax of the music, and also the most difficult part of the whole song.Even he couldn't guarantee a flawless performance with distractions.

??Holding his breath and concentrating, relying on years of training and skills, he perfectly passed the most difficult part.

?? Sigmund was about to let out a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt something wrong in his hands.

?? On the last scale of this difficult movement, he made a mistake!

?? As a professional performer, his fingers have long been integrated with the strings.The touch from his fingertips and the humming of the violin beside his ears clearly told him——he made a mistake!

??Maybe it’s because the whole night’s performance has consumed too much energy, or maybe it’s because of his superb skills that he has relaxed his attitude... In short, he didn’t press the strings enough for the last bow, and the scale was slightly lower by half a degree. .

?? Fortunately, the scale lasted less than half a second, and the other violinists around him covered up the mistake well.

?? This is the benefit of the orchestra.The members of the orchestra have a tacit understanding of cooperation for many years, and they can cover up each other's mistakes in the first place.With their mutual help, it is difficult for even the conductor who is most familiar with the music to catch this small mistake.

?? This imperceptible tiny mistake is even less likely to affect the audience's listening experience.

??—because it is impossible for anyone to hear it.

?? Even the conductor Klimt, who is famous for his absolute pitch, is impossible.

?? The evidence is that Klimt did not respond to the violin department after that mistake.

?? He is still swaying freely, conducting the entire orchestra.

?? Sigmund is secretly relieved.When he raised his eyes, he suddenly met a smiling look.

?? He couldn't help but jump in his heart.

??It's that man!

?? What does that man see him do?Could it be...

?? Did he not only hear this tiny mistake, but even immediately judged that the mistake came from Sigmund, the second violinist? !

??impossible!

?? Sigmund's subconscious first reaction is to deny.But the man's dark and deep eyes, his playful eyes, were undoubtedly looking at him.

??Through the orchestra pit, through the golden brilliance of the crystal chandelier, among dozens of performers, look at him alone!

??He heard it...

?? Sigmund had a long-lost sense of panic that he was discovered by his teacher for doing bad things.

?? Fortunately, the man did not laugh at him.After the man glanced at him, he quickly closed his eyes again.Even the smile on the corner of his lips gradually faded away.

?? Sigmund quickly refocused his mental strength.But the man's slightly playful smile was always shaking in front of his eyes.

??A mistake was heard by the audience...

?? Sigmund's self-esteem, like an iceberg, suddenly appeared a crack.

??…

??The concert is finally over.

?? Sigmund is still in the chagrin of mistakes, dejected.

?? After the curtain call, the orchestra members took their instruments and left the stage.

?? Sigmund mixed in the crowd, in a daze, and almost forgot to pick up his precious violin.

?? That's an antique violin worth millions of dollars——

??The principal violinist caught up with two violins, patted him on the shoulder, and asked him what was wrong with a smile.Sigmund shook his head, facing his friend's concerns and inquiries, he was really ashamed to speak.

?? "Your performance is almost perfect!" The chief encouraged him, "Don't be depressed, you performed very well in that part! Sigmund, people are not machines, and it is impossible to be perfect forever. Even Fritz Masters such as Chrysler and George Enescu will inevitably make mistakes when performing live! Don’t worry, your little mistake will not affect the overall performance at all!”

??The chief paused, and said humorously, "Or, is your frustration because you failed to catch up with me who performed that piece of music perfectly? You think too much, Sigmund! If you can perform perfectly, Then you have surpassed me and can take away my chief position!"

?? Sigmund was amused by his friend, and the haze in his heart gradually dissipated.

??yes.As a violinist with many years of performance experience, why did he feel like a novice, brooding over his small mistakes?

??Maybe because of that man...

?? When Sigmund came to the backstage, the figure of the man appeared again in front of his eyes.

??He let out a long sigh, and when he passed the lounge of Klimt, the conductor of the orchestra, his ears suddenly moved.He sensitively caught a familiar melody.

??This is……!

?? Sigmund opened his eyes wide.

??Smooth and gorgeous.Every scale is impeccably accurate.

??The sound of the piano flowing out of the lounge seems to be clinging to every note, beating on the staff.

??——That is the most gorgeous and difficult section in the violin part of "La? Lancette".

?? It is also the period when Sigmund made a mistake.

?? Sigmund stood outside the door. As the music of the piano came to an end, his heartbeat became faster and faster.

??——Who is the person in the lounge?

??Besides him and the first violin, who else in this orchestra can play this movement so perfectly? !

?? Sigmund was pretty sure that the first violinist was in the bathroom down the hall.And the owner of the lounge, the conductor Klimt, is absolutely impossible to have such superb violin skills.

??So, at this moment, who is playing...

?? The door of the lounge was not closed tightly.It opened slightly.

?? Sigmund swallowed nervously.He pressed the doorknob lightly, feeling numb at his fingertips and stiff all over.

??Accompanied by the crazy beating of his heart, he quietly pushed the door open a little.

??Then, he saw the handsome man with Asian face.

?? The man draws the bow exactly to the last note.Lifting his arm cleanly, he fully drew the bow.

??The bow leaves the strings.The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

??At the same time, the emotions of the listeners also reached their peak!

?? "Unbelievable! Lin!" Klimt stood up from the sofa excitedly, "You actually did it! It really surprised me!"

??…

?? After the two talked about something, Sigmund had no energy to listen.

?? He felt numb in his tongue, as if he was about to faint, he took several steps back.

??It wasn't until Klimt personally sent the man outside the theater that Sigmund finally regained his strength and slowly came to Klimt's side.

?? "Is that the new member you hired? To replace me..." Sigmund smiled self-deprecatingly, and changed his words, "No, at his level, he should be able to directly surpass me and become the violinist in one fell swoop. Chief?"

??He has never experienced such a strong sense of frustration, so that he hangs his head down like a bereaved dog.

?? Sigmund stood beside Klimt, watching the man's back together with him.Klimt suddenly burst out laughing.

?? "Sigmund, why do you have such a misunderstanding? He is not a violinist, he is just a friend of mine." Klimt said with a smile, "He is about to leave here and go back to China, so I specially invited him to enjoy this concert, and it should be practiced for him... On the violin, he is just an amateur. Of course, he is extremely talented..."

?? Sigmund was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyebrows angrily.

?? "Impossible! You don't need to comfort me! I've already heard his performance... At that level, he can never be an amateur!"

?? "Let me tell you why he can't be a professional violinist." Klimt seemed to sense something from his red eyes, sighed and patted him on the shoulder, pointing at the man far away, road,

?? "Look at his hand, the fingers are muscular, and the skin texture is rough. You should know that such a hand cannot play the violin. It has no delicate touch, and cannot perceive the slightest vibration and change of the strings... He called Jiangling, I met him at a Swiss ski resort. He is an extreme sports enthusiast."

?? Extreme sports enthusiasts?Not a professional performer?

??That is to say, his violin is completely learned as an amateur... His piano, clarinet, flute, and the dozen or so instruments he is proficient in are all learned as amateurs.

?? Sigmund felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his scalp was numb, and his pupils were out of focus.Totally unacceptable.

?? That man, that man named Jiang Ling, as an amateur, completely defeated Sigmund on the violin that he was so proud of!

??It is like an iceberg breaking from the top of the mountain and crashing into the deep sea.

?? Sigmund's self-esteem completely collapsed at this moment.Being crushed easily by a strange man in one fell swoop.

?? And this is even just that man's unintentional move.