Chapter 218

In Vienna in September, the late summer sun gradually lost its former scorching heat. A warm atmosphere permeates the streets and alleys of Vienna. In this city, you can hear cheerful and beautiful music everywhere, especially in the third rehearsal hall of the Friends of Music Association building, where the music is more magnificent. atmosphere.

When Qi Mu came to the rehearsal hall with his piano case, it happened to be the end of the rehearsal of the song "Cons". At this time, Min Chen was whispering something to the chief Chen Zheng on the side, and Qi Mu quietly Stepped onto the stage.

"Hey, Xiao Qi!"

After a member of the first violin group found him, they greeted him happily. After that, everyone found Qi Mu's arrival and greeted him one after another.

After arriving at the Friends of Music Association building, Qi Mu first went to Wei Ai to take care of some daily affairs. He tried his best to complete what he had to do within an hour, and then quickly rushed here from Wei Ai's daily rehearsal hall.

After seeing Qi Mu coming, Min Chen calmly raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued talking with Chen Zheng. Qi Mu walked straight to his own seat. He took the violin out of the case and put it on a table aside, and then began to wipe the rosin and adjust the pitch.

After all his preparations were over, Min Chen happened to have finished communicating with Chen Zheng. Qi Mu asked with a smile, "So we will continue the rehearsal of "Cons"?" Min Chen didn't deliberately lower his voice when he was speaking just now. , So Qi Mu, who was sitting aside, also heard their conversation, "Does it start directly from the first paragraph?"

At this time, Min Chen had already returned to the podium. Suddenly listening to the young man's soft and pleasant voice, he lowered his head and looked at the latter, his thin lips slightly hooked: "Well, directly from the first paragraph of "Cons". After a pause, he asked again: "Are you ready for the second part of the Huacai?"

Qi Mu chuckled and nodded: "Well, I'm ready."

"Okay, let's get started."

Huaai everyone confused: "........."

Wait... wait a moment? Is this the end of the communication? ! ! !

You don't need to treat them as you did yesterday. First, get familiar with the running-in, and then listen to Xiaoqi's performance. After a period of infernal and terrifying assault training, finally decide whether to play with the orchestra? ! ! !

This is not much the same as the said script! ! ! ! ! !

Qi Mu naturally did not realize that the Hua Ai members resented that they were about to form real eyes. He smiled and turned around and said "Please take care of me" to Chen Zheng, then put the violin on his shoulders and was ready to go straight Start to rehearse.

And Min Chen calmly held the baton on the shelf. He bowed his head and looked at each other with Qi Mu and Chen Zheng, and then raised his head to look at all the members of Hua Ai.

Dozens of people straightened up immediately, and those who had just been sluggish also refreshed their spirits, waiting intently for the command.

I saw that under the brilliant and bright spotlight, like a handsome man with a baton, instantly, the majestic and magnificent piano sound followed!

This morning, Hua Ai has rehearsed the song "Concession March" twice.

This is Min Chen's own composition. I am afraid that no one in the world is more qualified to interpret this symphony. Therefore, this morning, Min Chen corrected the wrong fingering, strength, and insertion sequence of Hua Ai members many times. Later, they did not complain at all, but silently thought in their hearts: This is how the song should be expressed...

Nowadays, although many Hua Ai members like Qi Mu's music very much and believe in his strength, they have also made a cold sweat for him.

Join the orchestra for rehearsal without any break-in?

This is too difficult!

Even if Xiaoqi is the chief of Wei Ai and has a very high level of violin, I am afraid that he can't do such a difficult task, right?

Even some female musicians who fell in love with this handsome and cute young man at a glance began to complain in their hearts: Min Chen is too much, no matter how high his level is, you have to give someone a co-star with the orchestra. Chance...

But no matter how many complaints and complaints, when the gorgeous and exquisite festoon music section sounded, everyone's helplessness has turned into horror. No, there is probably one exception!

Hearing the sound of the piano inserted along with the music, Sheng Yanhui raised his eyes and glanced at Qi Mu who was sitting in front of him, without any surprise.

Yes, he already knew that this young man had such strength.

Qi Mu's tone is so strong that he can insert the orchestra's harmonies seamlessly. And he was too hardworking, Sheng Yanhui didn't doubt it at all. Before today's rehearsal, Qi Mu probably had listened to more than ten concerts of the China Philharmonic Orchestra!

... At this point, Sheng Yanhui really guessed right.

Before Min Chen and Hua Ai came to Vienna, Qi Mu had listened to the latter's concert videos and records over the past ten years, and even listened to Bai Ai's concert albums in recent years. all over.

In only one week, Qi Mu and Min Chen had never cooperated with Hua Ai before. If they wanted to perform a great concert, then this task might not be too heavy. But if you want to play a concert that "let the Chinese people see the future dawn of Chinese classical music", then just let the two of them join forces, and the week is still a bit nervous.

So Qi Mu wanted to put more effort into himself, so that Min Chen would worry less. And even if this cold and indifferent man didn't speak, Qi Mu knew...Min Chen must have made a lot of preparations in private.

Otherwise, at the first meeting, Min Chen would be able to point out some inherent problems of the orchestra members straightforwardly; nor would he be able to correct the shortcomings of each member and prescribe the right medicine on the spot.

A quick jump ended, and the part of Huacai that belonged to Qi Mu came to an end temporarily. Behind him, the rumbling music of the symphony orchestra almost buried him.

At this moment, Qi Mu couldn't help but raised his head to look at the man standing on the podium, and couldn't help but cocked his mouth.

This person... is actually cold and warm.

...

When the "Cons March" was all over, Qi Mu played the last note smoothly and fluently, and all the members of the orchestra also breathed a sigh of relief.

The musicians who did not make any mistakes completely relaxed their minds and prepared for the next practice. Those who knew clearly that they were deviated would lower their heads in fear, for fear that Min Chen would see their faces; There were serious mistakes in the rehearsal, and even Min Chen gave him a stern look on the spot, and he wanted to bury himself under the stage, as he had never appeared before.

But what surprised them was that the handsome and tall man just glanced at the audience casually, and then said in a flat tone: "The first violin group made a mistake in the third part. Chen Zheng, you are responsible for giving guidance. ; French horn group, in the second part, there was a bit of rush, the chief pay attention..."

After all the minor mistakes were mentioned, among the members' surprised or confused eyes, Min Chen raised his eyes and looked at the percussion member who operated the timpani last. His handsome eyebrows frowned slightly. His eyes were dull.

The member in charge of the timpani is a thin, tall young man. At this moment, he was suddenly caught by Min Chen's dangerous and terrifying gaze. He trembled all over, and subconsciously wanted to shout, "I was wrong, I was wrong. Wrong, I never dare to grab the sound anymore, I never dare to type the wrong three bars again...".

But just when the member was about to speak, everyone heard that in front of the stage, a clear voice sounded: "Just now, I seemed to hear the timpani accidentally hitting the wrong three bars of sound, and I rushed to it. One shot, isn't it, Min Chen?"

As soon as the voice fell, under the bright and dazzling spotlight in the rehearsal hall, all the members of Hua Ai saw with horror that the commander who had just had a somber expression and seemed to be able to say a terrible word in the next second, suddenly turned cloudy. Cloudy and sunny again!

Even when he lowered his head and saw the gentle and chuckle young man, the look that was still thunderous and violent the previous second had turned into a cloud, and there was no more sorrow!

Min Chen frowned slightly, and he sighed helplessly, "Well, you heard it right, it was three bars wrong, and I grabbed a quick shot." The tone was flat and his voice was calm, as if the one just about There is no such thing as angry people.

Huaai everyone: "w(Д)w!!!"

Sheng Yanhui: "..."

Qi Mu Junxiu's white face raised a helpless smile, and he nodded gently: "I really didn't expect to make such a low-level mistake."

When the voice fell, he turned to look at the percussionist who was already shaking like a sieve, and smiled: "I remember your name is Zhang Yong, right? It's really troublesome to count the bars, but I remember you knocking. There is a block sound of French horn in the place of the wrong three bars. You can pay attention to it."

As soon as the youth's voice fell, Min Chen nodded softly: "Well, listen to him."

Percussionist Zhang Yong, who was shaking like a sifter just now: "...Huh?"

Hua Ai everyone: "...Huh?"

Sheng Yanhui: "........."

On the first day of rehearsal in the Vienna Friends of Music Association building, the members of Hua Ai experienced a day of joy and sorrow. First, I rehearsed three times with the Demon Commander (yes, the latest consensus of Hua Ai members), and spent the most tormenting hour of my life.

And after that, it seemed as if it had been raining and the weather would be very calm, and that Mr. Min, who was still stern and stern an hour ago, suddenly blossomed... Okay, no, but his temper improved more than a little. Ah yes!

Even a trumpeter bubbling in the middle, Min Chen just glanced coldly, and afterwards he was not as cold as the autumn breeze sweeping the fallen leaves as he treated Xiao Ji yesterday!

Could it be that... a god heard their prayer last night?

In this regard, Sheng Yanhui