Overtone

The surrounding area was very quiet, so quiet that Qi Ye could only hear the beating of his fawn's heartbeat.

His eyes stopped on Xiao Cheng, watching him take the bag, tear open the seal, and then take out the violin-shaped rosin...

Not to mention, this scene is quite similar to when I was a teenager studying, blocking the door of the classroom to send love letters to the girl I like.

Thinking of this, Qi Ye amused himself, and when he regained consciousness, he saw Xiao Cheng put the rosin into the gift bag and sealed the bag carefully, like he was treating some priceless treasure.

Xiao Cheng looked at him and said, "Thank you."

As soon as these two words came out, for some reason, Qi Ye's heart skipped a beat twice.

No wonder, he has grown up so much, he never knew that "thank you" - this habitual word that is slightly casual and polite, can have such great power, it can make his face burn like this.

Well, alcohol can't be used as an excuse this time.

It was completely dark outside the theater, and the two of them looked at each other through the railing, but didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't intend to speak, Qi Ye finally decided to take the lead and break the silence.Maybe the words used were a bit tragic, but Qi Ye felt that it was quite appropriate to describe his mood at this moment-who was the first topic he talked about.

However, it's just nonsense, he's quite good at it.

At this time, let’s talk about where the rosin is bought and where it was produced. It’s really impossible to talk about romantic stories about the Italian production area. For example, a long time ago, there was a violinist and a guitarist who fell in love.

When he was waiting for Xiao Cheng to come out, he used the search function a lot.

"This rosin is..."

Look, let's just say it.

But then, what to say?

It was only then that Qi Ye realized that after staring at Xiao Cheng for a long time, even the most basic function of language organization was lost.

At this moment, someone called Professor Xiao at the entrance of the actors and staff. It seemed that there was something about the performance, and Qi Ye realized that the surrounding sky was much darker, so he urged: "Go quickly, don't worry about delays." alright."

"It's okay." Xiao Cheng said, "It's just to confirm a few places at the end. It won't take a few minutes."

"That's not okay, you are a great musician, how can you be so lazy." Qi Ye smiled and shook the phone in his hand, "I will wait for you here at night."

Xiao Cheng smiled lightly, hooked his lips: "I will contact you that night."

His voice was still very nice, but Qi Ye always felt that there was something behind this nice routine, so he couldn't quite tell.

Until Xiao Cheng's back disappeared into the passage not far away, Qi Ye let out a long sigh of relief, and patted his hot face.It seems that since Xiao Cheng sent him home that night, he blushed very easily, and he didn't know why.

But he is a big man, giving gifts is as awkward as a little girl. From this point alone, Qi Ye himself did not expect it.

After taking out his cell phone from his pocket and checking the time, he also turned and left.

Under the vast and dark night, small and delicate round light bulbs wrapped around the branches, lit up, and the warm yellow light illuminated the entire avenue transparently.

With his hands in his pockets, Qi Ye walked towards the entrance of the theater along the path beside the parking lot.

The warm lights hit the eyelashes, Qi Ye looked at the bright stars in front of him, and hummed the tune of Chopin's Nocturne - it will definitely be more beautiful here when Christmas comes, he thought.

Qi Ye hadn't taken the festival seriously for a long time.

In his line of work, it is true that he cannot live a normal holiday like those white-collar workers who sit in the office from [-] to [-]. On the contrary, these are the days when he works the most overtime in the bar, almost three or four in the morning You can leave work at [-]:[-].

However, he is used to it.

Holidays are boring when he's alone.

Even this year's Spring Festival, he didn't go home because he was busy at the bar, so his parents called him a white-eyed wolf for several days.It wasn't until the end that he coaxed a lot of time, promising to come back next time he was free, and the two elders stopped.

In fact, Qi Ye didn't mean not to go back.

He knew in his heart that no matter where people drifted, they would always return home in the end.

In this big city full of feasting and feasting, practically speaking, it is wages, and fantasy is talking about romantic love. With these two things added to one's body, one cannot really settle down.

Hearing the yelling of many scalpers collecting and issuing tickets, Qi Ye walked through the crowd, carrying the envelope in his pocket, and queuing up to check the tickets.

This is the largest and newest sunken theater in City A. Two years ago, the government demolished the flower and bird market here and rebuilt it.

According to Zhou Qun, generally those who can perform on this stage are either well-known orchestras or performing arts groups that have toured overseas. In short, they must have enough fame.

Qi Ye stood behind a long queue with his pockets in his pockets, waiting to enter the arena. The bright theater lights shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making him squint his eyes slightly.

There are many posters of the symphony orchestra, from the entrance to the inner wall of the performance hall, and in the middle is a photo of Xiao Cheng leaning on the violin rest with his eyes closed, playing with a bow.

At this moment, a soft female voice came from the hall, reminding the audience to take their seats as soon as possible.

——There are only 15 minutes left until the show begins.

For some reason, Qi Ye suddenly felt inexplicably impatient, so he just put it in his heart for no reason, and didn't know how to relieve it.

"Sir, the guitar cannot be brought into the auditorium. You can store it on the first floor for free later." The security inspector glanced at Qi Ye and motioned to put the backpack on the security inspection belt. "Please put the backpack... sir?"

"Ah, I'm sorry." Qi Ye just came back to his senses. He looked away from the poster, smiled awkwardly, and quickly put his backpack on it, when the security inspector asked, "Are you his fan?"

Qi Ye was taken aback: "Who?"

"The poster is in the middle of this." The security inspector tilted his head, "I heard that the well-known professor of the Conservatory of Music is very good."

Hearing this, Qi Ye was proud: "Professor level, of course it's good."

"In addition to this, there are many female fans who like him very much. I heard that they came from other places to chase him for several games and gave him a lot of gifts..." The security inspector said a lot of things very familiarly, and finally looked at Xia Qi Ye, ended with a sigh, "I really didn't expect that there are quite a lot of male fans."

Hearing this title, Qi Ye was delighted.

But it is indeed a fan, otherwise how can it be called chasing people.

"The show will be at the end of this month, and it will be much more convenient for you than me." Qi Ye raised his chin, "It's not a loss to enjoy a performance at that time."

"Not so artistic." The security inspector handed the backpack from the belt to Qi Ye, "Young man, you have a good eye."

Qi Ye still smiled: "That's natural."

His vision must not be picky.

Going down from the first floor, there is a sunken hall. Peripherals are sold on the bottom floor. There are all kinds of catalogs, bookmarks, CDs, and stickers. .

Qi Ye glanced at the long queues around and guessed that there was not enough time.

A performance is much more important than a few printed photos.

Thinking about it this way, he decided to come out of the intermission to buy again. Just as he was about to enter the arena with the tickets in his pocket, he was suddenly hit hard by a black shadow.

"Sorry, I was in a hurry, are you not hurt?" Soi Ying quickly apologized.

Qi Ye was knocked into a mess, but when he heard the familiar northern accent, he immediately recognized it: "Zhou Qun?"

"Qi Ye?" Zhou Qun was also confused.

"Why are you here?" Qi Ye bent down and picked up the ticket stub from the ground, "Shouldn't you be busy in the background?"

Zhou Qun looked at him: "I should ask you this."

"Ok?"

"Aren't you not interested in this, what gust of wind brought you here?"

"When did I say that?" Qi Ye waved the ticket in his hand, with a very serious expression, "Come and study."

Zhou Qun folded his arms, with an expression of "listen to your nonsense".

"Before I asked you to come and refused to come, and I only went to those livehouses and Qing Dynasty when I was free." He complained anxiously, "What did you say that you can't appreciate the symphony...I should have recorded you like that at that time, It's like a big mountain, please don't move, so which Yugong dug you here now?"

Qi Ye: "This is a level metaphor."

Zhou Qun continued to look at him, intending to threaten something with his eyes.

"Which girl's WeChat in the group do you want, I will ask for you." Zhou Qun said, "Brother, this is a big deal, as for making a special trip here?"

"You don't need to worry about this matter." Qi Ye smiled at Zhou Qun's gaze, "I added it a long time ago, but I won't be so annoying like you."

When Zhou Qun heard it, he immediately let out an ouch.

"Brother Qi, I can't tell, you're promising this time!" Maybe the voice was too loud, so Zhou Qun waved his hand, pulled Qi Ye aside and asked, "Hurry up, tell me which girl you like. , Is it our small ti? Big ti? Or..."

Zhou Qun was in the middle of speaking, seeing that Qi Ye didn't answer, he was very anxious: "How is the girl?"

Qi Ye smiled, and said seriously: "The violin is very handsome."

"Handsome?" Zhou Qun was puzzled for a few seconds, then automatically ignored, "Hey, don't just talk about the violin, we have so many here... When I meet her in the group, I'll talk more about you, matchmaking .”

"Let's not talk about that for now." Qi Ye pointed to his watch, "The performance is almost here, why don't you go backstage and watch?"

"The brothers are all here, and I'm not missing one." Zhou Qun said, "Send a message to a few staff members. It's not urgent about the volunteers. You know the air in the backstage is stuffy, so I took the opportunity to run out Let me take a breath from the logistics, it's okay..."

Qi Ye patted the dust on the ticket: "Then you go quickly, I won't delay your work."

"Hey, don't be foolish, tell me about that girl." Zhou Qun got anxious when he heard this, and pulled him and said, "Why don't I treat you to a drink tonight, at the open-air bar in West next door, whiskey Long Island Just order iced tea, let's talk about it."

Qi Ye shook his head: "I don't have time tonight, let's try another day."

Zhou Qun stared at Qi Ye for several seconds.

Qi Ye smiled, and pushed Zhou Qun to their acting career channel: "Don't look at me like that, there is something serious, let's ask the brothers to drink together some other day."

This is really not a lie.

He does have something tonight, the kind that he doesn't plan to tell anyone.

When Qi Ye took his ticket and took his seat, it was only 5 minutes before the performance started. He glanced at the "Still Video and Photography" electronic sign held by the staff, and his thoughts flew to the sky again.

When he entered the Conservatory of Music, apart from the art activities organized by the school, he hadn’t really enjoyed any symphony concerts in a serious way. If he insisted on professional aspects, he might still be stuck in the clips played by multimedia in compulsory courses.

If the four years of college career can be summed up, it would be to form a "rock band" that is not serious in the eyes of the elders, and it is called "artistic".

Qi Ye's eyes fell on the slender figure on the stage.

Xiao Cheng came out wearing a tuxedo and stood at the very front of the stage, in the center. On the left was a large performance team, and on the right was an elderly conductor.

He picked up the violin from his side, tilted his head slightly, and rested his chin on the violin rest.The lights on the stage are bright and powerful, casting a silhouette on the straight bridge of the nose.

The opening song.

Mozart Violin Concerto No. 218 in D major, KV[-].

Even Qi Ye knew that this song was very difficult, especially the harmony and counterpoint, which required a lot of skill from the performer.

At the moment of holding your breath, the notes on the violin poured out from the strings lightly, and then, like streams and springs in nature, flowing clouds and flowing water filled every part of the theater.

Power, rhythm, emotion.

These were all handled by Xiao Cheng precisely and neatly, in one go.

For some reason, Qi Ye felt that Xiao Cheng on the stage felt different from usual, not to say that he underestimated his level, but as for where, he couldn't describe it even after a few hours.

Zhang Yang's piano sound is wild, and the attraction is undeniable.

At this point, Qi Ye admitted that he was defenseless, and was completely immersed in Xiao Cheng's performance.

***

The time in the theater passed quickly, and it was already past ten o'clock in the evening when the audience came out.

Qi Ye came out with a large crowd, and when he reached the cast and crew passage, it was already crowded.Compared with the fan-oriented crowd in the afternoon, after the evening show, there will be more ordinary viewers, holding half-torn ticket stubs and newly bought show catalogues, squatting at the aisle to see if they can bring one more memory with them. go back.

Qi Ye is naturally not someone who likes to join in the fun.

Besides, the gifts were delivered in the afternoon in a hurry, and there were no other needs, such as autographs and group photos.

Hearing the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Qi Ye leaned against the railing ten meters away, and his phone turned on.

He stared at the 16:23 of the last conversation with Xiao Cheng on the WeChat chat box, and was a little lost. His rich imagination was at work at this time-if he also followed the fans and asked for autographs and photos with the show catalogue, I don’t know What would Professor Xiao look like?

Not to mention, it's fun.

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