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Qianyehui speaks more languages ​​and has been with her for a long time, so he hears more than Anjing. He looks at Anjing with some embarrassment, as if hesitating how to speak.

An Jing gave him a comforting smile, and said to everyone in English: "I accept this request, but before I play, can I ask Mr. Cornier to play a song for me first, I want to know what style the band is, By the way, let’s take a look at the gap between myself and Mr. Cornier.”

Naturally, this was not a difficult request, so Conil agreed directly. After all, he also showed his ability to this young man, and took his violin lovingly and walked to the middle.

Seeing this, An Jing and the others automatically stood aside.

There were no drags and no owe, the wrist moved, a low -stemmed sound sound sounded. Except for Ye Mei, the first time I heard that Keniel played the first movement of Beethoven's ninth symphony. The movie is full of majesty and grandeur, which makes people want to be serious, put down their smiles, and imagine the cruelty of war and the sadness of people.

An Jing has to admit that the first movement played by Cornier is indeed very substituting, and it will be suppressed involuntarily. It is very good in terms of technique, proficiency, and emotion.

However, despite this, he will not admit defeat. He may not be able to compete with him in terms of technical speed, but he can do it emotionally. He believes that it is not impossible for him.

While Anjing was thinking about how to play, Cornier's performance here has come to an end, everyone seems to be still immersed in that sad and angry world, only Qianye, the first to applaud, is also the first, will Everyone pulls out.

"Huh! Cornel, great job!" All the people were applauding and cheering, and some vile ones even gave An Jing a little thumbs up. Jing directly gave a hug.

"You are my favorite, I believe in you, come on!"

Although she still said that she likes this person at this time, she can't laugh or cry, but Anjing feels very relieved by this encouragement and trust. She hugged Qianye back vigorously, and Anjing nodded in a low voice, "I will work hard." .”

After saying that, Anjing turned her head and walked to the small table beside her, slowly unzipping the violin bag. Conil and the others, who were still full of disdain and disdain, couldn't help but look at the violin in the young man's hand. Exclaimed.

One of the violinists covered his mouth in shock, and shouted: "My God, is that JB Guadagnini Milan? My God, why is this violin in your hand? I My God, I can actually see it." While speaking, the man kept moving towards An Jing, and then stopped beside him.

The closer he got, the more fascinated the look on that person's face, and he couldn't help reaching out to the violin in An Jing's hand, "I, can I touch it?"

"Don't use force".

After saying that, the man carefully reached out to touch the body of the violin, obsessively lingering on it.

I saw the violin in Anjing's hand, covered in crimson, every angle was so smooth and perfect, it was like a drunken beauty, waiting for someone to discover its brilliance.

As if he was afraid that he would not be able to stop, he withdrew his hand reluctantly, looked back at the piano every step of the way, and couldn't help but whispered non-stop, "This is a good piano, you... cherish it it."

All the other violinists nodded in agreement, even those who were not violins seemed to be afraid that Anjing would mistreat it. Seeing this, Anjing smiled slightly and looked down at the violin in her hand, "It is my family. , I will treat it well."

In fact, the violin his parents left him was not this one. Although it is a good violin, it is only good violin, not this one. One of the most expensive violins in the world, An Jing received this violin I was startled all the time.

But the reason why Pei Shaoling didn't allow him to refuse was that he didn't want him to go out and lose face. It was a famous symphony orchestra, and it was still in the famous Lyon Concert Hall. In addition, An Jing was a public figure. It should also be used better.

In fact, An Jing knew that that person was pure, and hoped that what he used was good.

An Jing didn't know how much this violin really cost, and Pei Shaoling didn't say anything about it. He just said that he bought it just when he saw it was on at the auction. How could An Jing believe it? It's just that he was in a hurry, and he was really in a hurry. I like this violin, so I brought it along.

After some cleaning and tuning, An Jing walked to the middle, slowly closed his eyes, and as the first note sounded, everyone realized that he had pulled down the first movement.

JB Guadagnini Milan is the best quality of Guadagnini's works. Its sound is extremely strong, penetrating, and wide, which is impeccable even for the most demanding musicians.

It is obviously the same repertoire, the same performance, although An Jing's piano sound is also full of depression and heaviness, compared with Conier's skill and speed, An Jing is far from enough, after all, even if he practices often, he is still better than the piano. If you don't go to others, you will pull it every day.

But what Anjing is different from Cornier is that he seems to have brought himself into that era full of wars. With his brows furrowed, his lips pursed, and his expression constantly changing, the sound of the piano also changed.

If it is said that Cornier's piano sound can make people feel depressed, then An Jing's piano sound not only makes them feel depressed, but also brings them into that world, as if the war is just around the corner, people Just like crying.

Although many people close their eyes when listening to music, if someone has the habit of watching musicians, then he will find that this sense of substitution is several times stronger.

It was also at this time that everyone understood that acting skills are not only reflected on the screen, but all the time, as long as they enter the play, they can bring others into the play together. This feeling is something that ordinary performances cannot express.

After An Jing's performance, there was a longer silence in the practice room than just now, and some of them even seemed to be crying, with even more painful expressions on their faces. It took a long time before someone came back to their senses. Then there was a flood of applause.

As An Jing said, he won emotionally.

After a long silence, Conil also clapped his hands in admiration. At the same time, there was a burst of applause from outside the door. Everyone looked back. An Jing was bewildered, but the others reacted quickly. Come over and nod one after another, "Commander."

Hearing this, An Jing realized that the person in front of her was the conductor.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man around 50 years old. His body was neither fat nor thin, just right, and his height was average, like a neighbor next door. You know, being a conductor and being respected by everyone is definitely not as simple as being a neighbor.