"Bravissimo (awesome)! The coordination between Yuan Yuyue and the percussion and brass parts just now was simply bravissimo! Especially when the plot conflict advanced to the tragic peak of (Yingtai's death in the grave), the violin solo was handled very delicately,
Slowly flowing out from the blank silence, pay attention! This is what Teacher Yan Qing has emphasized repeatedly..."
Rehearsals for "Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto" resumed on Monday. Since Weng Huaijing was still responsible for teaching, Yan Qing could only return to the state of taking care of both the harp and the piano. He was busy until nearly ten o'clock, and finally waited for the morning session.
During the break time, before the end of the performance, Mei Ciyi summoned all the musicians as usual. When he took stock of everyone's overall performance in the first half of the morning, he was not stingy with his praise.
"There is silence in the depths of grief! Such a lyrical melody creates a strong contrast with the majestic dazzling brilliance that they follow, which can highlight the cruelty and profoundness of the theme..."
Yan Qing, who was hiding behind the harp, nodded frequently. The rehearsal effect clearly demonstrated that the Shanghai Musicians had gained a lot from their two-day trip to Xiaobaihua, the imperial capital. He even felt that "reborn" was not an exaggeration to describe it.
, with the unified understanding of "Butterfly Lovers", everyone's emotions when playing their own sections are much more real and delicate than before, and Mei Ciyi and Zhou's clichéd drama tension problem has also been easily solved.
"It's a great achievement. Shao Qing's unintentional idle chess is simply amazing. It solves the big problem of creating a lyrical atmosphere in one fell swoop. I will be much more relaxed in the future. This will also free up some time for Caochangchang..."
His heart was so beautiful that Yan Qing even began to think about how to reasonably arrange the extra time. He stopped paying attention to Mei Ciyi who came down from the podium. He seemed to be talking to Zhang Yameng who was responsible for coordinating the progress.
There were several female musicians in the viola section chatting about something interesting.
The rehearsal period has not passed half yet, and the situation is simply excellent. You must know that the original Shanghai Symphony Orchestra, under the conductor of Mei Ciyi, has been following the path of the London Symphony Orchestra, inheriting the fine tradition of the LSO's splendor and splendor. It is also inevitable that
Influenced by a group of Russian classical musicians living in London, Yan Qing likes a more passionate performance style. Yan Qing did not list the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra as his first choice at the beginning. In fact, he also had this concern.
The rehearsals in the previous week also proved that his concerns were not groundless. It is true that whether it is the horseshoe sound that frequently requires precise bow jumping, or the long-span rapid transition between low and high frequencies, or the short but powerful melody used to embellish the cadenza.
The technical difficulty of decorative sounds is not a problem for many outstanding musicians in Shanghai Jiaotong University. Everyone adapted quickly. On the contrary, there is still a certain objective gap between the lyrical ability and Yan Qing's ideal state.
The good news is that the shortcomings have now been resolved in advance.
"Oh, I might have to add a love song to the last issue, so that the country music that makes my house buzz won't seem too obtrusive, that's great~"
Still ignorant of the Riddler storm that swept through Whispers yesterday, just when Yan Qing was wandering into the void, Mei Ciyi came to the harp with a wireless microphone and talked and laughed all the way. After patting him on the shoulder, Chi
Director Mei, who had been reluctant to announce the end of the show, suddenly said: "Now we would like to ask Teacher Yan Qing to say a few words!"
"This is almost like a cross talk, and it's not enough for you. Do you want me to praise you?"
Amidst the echoes, Yan Qing quickly stood up and declined: "What you just said was very objective and to the point. Mr. Mei, I really have nothing to add."
"Gang Ba Tong is still saying that Yan Qing was the most popular yesterday, and everyone really wants to hear what you have to share..."
No matter how Yan Qing declined, Mei Ciyi remained unmoved. She pushed him back to the podium almost forcefully, thrust the microphone into his hand without any explanation, and then turned around and stood behind Yuan Yuyue to watch.
"Yeah, just pick the topic you want to talk about the most. We all like to hear it! Professor Weng isn't here anyway..."
All eyes were focused on Yan Qing, and the eager anticipation in everyone's eyes made him feel a bit at a loss. Several girls in the first and second violin phalanx, who were sitting closer to the podium, raised their bows to stir up the atmosphere.
, He Ranzhi, who was in the fifth row at the music desk, said in a sweet voice: "Brother Qing, come on, love rises in the east and falls in the west, romance will last until death!"
"Ah! What did I miss when I was so low-key? Why is it suddenly so popular, and there is love and romance again? Logically speaking, President Mei should want me to encourage everyone. What are these people doing today?
Okay, one by one competing against each other..."
Everyone's connotations were confused. Yesterday, all Yan Qing's thoughts were focused on Weng Huaijing and the recording studio. The two songs "Slowly Falling in Love with You" and "Minuet" were recorded affectionately, and the other two songs were recorded affectionately.
"Always Online" and "Happy Birthday" caused a stir. The two of them also worked on several demos prepared by Kapok and Lover for the music festival. They were busy until after eight o'clock in the evening.
, after practicing, he will directly and seamlessly connect to his unbeatable handiwork.
In fact, there was a good opportunity to fill in the information gap during dinner. Unfortunately, Miao Miao and Li Hanyuan fell in love with Yi Yi who came to the door on an impromptu plan in the afternoon. After biting his ears and haggling, Mr. Miao finally agreed to take her.
His name was edited into the whisper he sent to Weng Huaijing on his cell phone.
Yan Qing, who was kept in the dark the whole time, only knew that the girl group with overlapping words that she had created as a joke suddenly had a non-staff member, and that Yi Yi, who had got his wish, actually took the initiative to invite Miao Miao and Li Hanyuan to visit Jinmen Port on Monday.
The new energy nanny car that she has longed for.
"Let me just say a few words. I am very satisfied with the current progress of our group. I believe that under the leadership of President Mei, Butterfly Lovers' debut will definitely be successful..."
Yan Qing, who was driving the ducks, opened his mouth and pulled out a flower sedan. There was no sign of being distracted at all, but the content that came out of his mouth was not what he wanted to hear. This was not what everyone wanted to hear, so...
For a while, there was very little reaction from the listeners.
"Why are you so careless? The essence of interpretation lies in accuracy, so hurry up and get to the point..."
After stroking his beard, Mei Ci was worried and urged him to get to the point quickly. However, he didn't know that Yan Qing didn't understand what everyone was expecting. He kept rehearsing at the top while moaning about tax evasion at the bottom without saying anything.
The two people who understood gradually fell into the dilemma of staring at each other.
"Please can you be more serious! I'm just talking about business..."
Not daring to look at Yan Qing, Yuan Yuyue controlled her impatience with her colleagues, lowered her head and moved two steps to the right. She whispered in a low voice: "Mr. Mei, don't be disrespectful!"
"Yuan Yuan is right. This old man has said all the beautiful things himself, so how can he focus on the key points? Is he implying that I am playing dirty? This is inappropriate..."
As far as the ability to observe words and emotions is concerned, Yan Qing is actually not weak, but he suffers from poor information. Wanting to get sidetracked, he tried to make a joke with a witticism: "Everyone thought that Mr. Mei, who was born in LSO, only wanted to be a virtuosic conductor.
I get angry when I don't agree with each other. I realized today that I have no foresight. After everyone understands Butterfly Lovers, no, he can control the pure lyrical style with ease."
"When Mr. Mei was young, he was similar to Teacher Yan Qing. He was also famous for being deviant..."
Professionals are always the quickest to compliment the orchestra director. The second violinist Shi Fumei, who was not too far away, couldn’t help but reveal a piece of information that Yan Qing didn’t know: “Before going to London to develop, he was in Budapest.
When he was the conductor of the Municipal Orchestra, he was known as Mahler."
?"What does it mean to be similar to me and the same as him? Wait a minute... Mr. Gangmei actually said a famous quote from Gustav Mahler, who was revered by the classical music community as "the best conductor in history."
Man, you are really implying that I am acting in a bad way..."
The roar of laughter covered up the small discussions of some musicians below, and it was also unintentional. Yan Qing caught the flash of inspiration in his mind and walked further and further away on the fork in the road.
?"The essence of interpretation lies in accuracy! This is a famous saying of Gustav Mahler, of course he also said..."
After quickly clearing up the logic, Yan Qing began his most euphemistic act of pretending: "The best music does not exist in the notes! This is Gustav Mahler, a man who can contradict himself.
, the real Mahler whose personality tends to be infinitely divided.”
As the topic became more serious, the small concert hall became quieter. Even Zhang Yameng, who was dressed in a professional suit, was carefully filming Yan Qing's speech with her mobile phone, but the corners of her mouth were still slightly raised.
"As a composer, he requires that every scale be elaborated to absolute precision, while as a conductor, Mahler hopes to have absolute freedom in expressing his works. Isn't this contradictory? A contradiction, but not a complete contradiction.
…”
Glancing at Mei Ciyi who nodded slightly, Yan Qing continued his talk: "I think I understand Mr. Mei's thoughtfulness. Once we accept such a contradictory setting, it means that if we want to use a certain song
It is simply impossible to achieve a perfect interpretation of the work!”
At this point, Yan Qing's coherent tone paused for a moment, and a few rustling sounds were heard in the concert hall, but they were immediately suppressed by Mei Ciyi's sharp eyes.
"Every practice and performance we perform is just a process of evolution towards perfection. We must get used to breaking our comfort zone, take the initiative to discover overlooked problems, and seek a sense of balance in breakthroughs again and again. Classical art is an endless path.
The road to the end…”
In the silence of the audience, Yan Qing brought up a point he had heard when he was thinking about it last week. After recounting it, he stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head. With a red face, he cautiously and implicitly added: "Actually, these words came from someone like me.
I am very... someone whom I admire. She once said something similar in her professional field. I will share it with you today and encourage you all to make progress together!"
"Hi~his~his!"
The string phalanx only let out a gasp out of fear for Mei Ciyi. The percussion and wind phalanx behind them probably thought that the sky was high and the emperor was far away. The female trombonist even shouted loudly: "It's just what Professor Weng said. It's been mysterious for a long time, as if we don't know."
"Ah? Why are you so sure it's her? You're wrong! Why is everyone laughing? Everyone naturally thinks it's buzzing? Lao Zhang actually suppressed his laughter until his face turned red? What's going on!"
With thunder in his chest, Yan Qingduan looked like a flat lake, completely ignoring the noise in his ears. He continued seriously: "The effect of our joint training today has indeed improved significantly compared to last week, but there are still details that need to be polished. Many, for example, the violin solo from 4 minutes and 13 seconds to 21 seconds is more than enthusiastic and unrestrained, but not enough to long for happiness..."
No matter how euphemistic the wording is, it is still criticism after all. As Yan Qing spoke, Yuan Yuyue raised his head and glanced aggrievedly, with a sad look in his eyes, "I protect you so well, but you still criticize me?", and the concert hall suddenly became buzzing. There was a lot of discussion.
"This is a narration of the protagonist's wonderful time studying in the academy. The two slept together, sang and laughed, and talked all night long..."
Bowing slightly, Yan Qing looked at him with harmless eyes. After careful consideration, he decided to initiate a round of interaction with Yuan Yuyue: "Classmate Yuan Yuan, we might as well make a bold assumption about what Zhu Yingtai will be like at this time. What’s your inner voice?”
"Wish time could stay at this moment forever?"
Fortunately, Yuan Yuyue still gave me face. She understood the story of Liang Zhu very thoroughly and gave Yan Qing a very similar answer.
"Very good, then if we continue to dig deeper, will Zhu Yingtai still feel a little sad in his heart? After all, Liang Shanbo has no idea that brother Yingtai has a secret affection for him, let alone that the other party is a daughter..."
A few words made Yuan Yuyue thoughtful, and even Mei Ciyi couldn't help but nod. Yan Qing hurriedly accepted it. After bowing and saluting, he ended neatly: "What do you think? In fact, something like this is worth exploring. There are still many places to go, but this is enough to inspire others, thank you all."
"I still have some reservations, but I have to say that the person Teacher Yan Qing admires is too good. Only by working hard can he become perfect..."
Amidst the thunderous applause, Mei Ciyi took the microphone from Yan Qing with a smile. After conveying the connotation of Weng Huai's admiration, he waved his hand: "I hope everyone can remember this sentence, let's go! Rest for half an hour."
After a hard day's work, I finally got to rest. The musicians who had placed their instruments properly dispersed in all directions. Some hurried to the bathroom, and some went out for a walk in twos and threes. However, the largest number of people ran to the dressing room. After all, During rehearsals, almost everyone's mobile phones were temporarily stored here.
"I suddenly lost popularity? Although this is a good thing, it is also strange. Please ask Lao Zhang quickly..."
Passing by several violinists who usually pestered him, Yan Qing was keenly aware that the eyes of these girls were a little less passionate and a lot more well-meaning teasing. With his heart pricked, he quickly walked towards them decisively. Lao Zhang was standing in front of the first row of the auditorium, playing with his mobile phone.
Pulling Zhang Yameng, who was wearing a high ponytail and light professional makeup, Yan Qing chose to go straight to the point: "What is going on?"
"Huh? What's going on..."
Smiling brightly at Yan Qing, Zhang Yameng straightened her nose and pursed her lips slightly at Yuan Yuyue, who was still staying at the podium. She said threateningly: "I'm here to help Sister Jing keep an eye on you, be careful of others complaining!
"
"No, I mean they all seem to know that I like Weng Xiaoge."
Putting on a harmless smile, Yan Qing had people passing behind him from time to time, so the last five words were almost mumbled out, but a scream came from the women's locker room at the right time, covering up his voice.
"Gee, I didn't reveal it anyway..."
Laughing out loud, Zhang Yameng clutched her cell phone tightly and glanced sideways at the movement in the women's locker room. She continued to play dumb with Yan Qing: "Oh, then who leaked the news?"
"Lao Zhang~"
Just when Yan Qing was about to organize his words so as to attack Zhang Yameng with emotion and reason, someone from behind gently tapped him on the shoulder.
Turning around, Yan Qing found that it was He Ranzhi who came out of the locker room to greet him. She walked a few steps with a blushing face while shaking the screen of her phone, clenching her fists and cheering: "Are you steady? Qing
Brother, I will definitely take it!"
"Ah? What is stable? What must be taken? You are moving so fast that I can't see clearly..."
His scalp couldn't help but feel numb. Yan Qing smiled awkwardly and took a few steps back. This retreat allowed Zhang Yameng to protect him behind him.
"Did Ms. He read the hot search headlines? I am contacting the lawyer to send a letter to the media..."
The wording was very official. Zhang Yameng didn't waste much time in dismissing He Ranzhi and other belated musicians who wanted to hear the gossip. With a somewhat narrow smile, she unlocked the screen and turned her wrist.
He handed the phone to Yan Qing: "I won't tease you anymore, you can see for yourself!"
Clicking the replay button in the middle of the screen, Yan Qing saw himself wearing a half-helmet riding an electric bike in a short video of whispering.
"A hot search for traffic violations? It's impossible. There are no passengers, I'm wearing a helmet, and I'm not speeding!"
Indeed, as Yan Qing judged, from the clear road sign (on the northern edge of Houhai) in the follow-up shot, it was obvious that the speed of the car was not fast. He also waved and said hello to the photographer before turning slowly to the Imperial Dance Academy.
The silver ingot bridge, then the camera reversed, and a middle-aged man with a shiny face appeared on the screen. After a few words, the video ended abruptly.
"That's it? This middle-aged man is a paparazzi, right? I did meet two men when I went out in the morning, and they even said hello..."
Zhang Yameng's phone seemed to have been muted. Yan Qing stared at the progress bar and watched the ten-second video several times. Seeing nothing unusual, he couldn't help but mutter: "But I didn't either.
What are you doing strangely?"
"Do you need to gesture to greet someone? Oh, I turned off the sound, wait a minute..."
Angrily, Yan Qing gestured with the international gesture of OK. Zhang Yameng suppressed a smile and complained, and then reset the mute switch on the side of her phone: "Okay, Brother Qing, look at it first.
Look at the title and listen to what he said?"
After quitting the full-screen mode, Yan Qing noticed that this whisper was published by the official V of a gossip paper media called "Entertainment Frontier". The headline of the news clearly read: (I ran into Yan Qing along the Haibei coast this morning, or in
It implies that Professor Weng must be captured!)
"How shameless! This headline-grabber is a naked frame-up! A lawyer's letter must be issued!"
With a classic expression (subway, mobile phone, old man) appearing, Yan Qing suppressed the complaints roaring from his heart and clicked on the video again. This time, there was finally sound.
"Fuck! It's Yan Qing, Brother Yang!"
The voice that emerged from outside the frame sounded younger, like that of the person who was hiding behind the middle-aged man to take secret photos. As he spoke, the backlit mobile phone camera shook. Yan Qinggang on the electric car was captured in the frame, along with
The greeting with a Jinmen accent came to him head-on: "Hey! Brother Qing, you went out really early!"
Yan Qing, who was in a good mood, was unprepared for the greetings full of market atmosphere. He nodded in the camera: "It's early for you too! Have you eaten?"
"Hai, I just finished eating two fruits. Where are you?"
Looking at Yan Qingchong's gestures behind his back as he passed by, the middle-aged man chuckled and howled after him: "Brother Qing, are you confident that you can embrace this beauty?"
After saying this question, Yan Qing has already turned to the Yinding Bridge. The young man off-screen muttered "What did you do earlier?" and other complaints. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man casually ordered him to turn the camera towards him and use words.
He summed it up in Mandarin with a straight tone: "Facing the reporter's question, Yan Qing responded with a simple gesture. Perhaps this hinted that he had a plan in mind. Okay, the above is what Yang Changqing, a reporter from "Entertainment Observer", Xiaoliu Cong
Exclusive report sent back from Shichahai!"
"Is there any more royal law? Is there any more law?"
Feng Pong's roars echoed in his mind. Only then did Yan Qing realize that he had been tricked by the paparazzi. He lowered his voice and angrily condemned: "Taken out of context! They are making things up out of thin air, secretly..."
"Who told you to leave so early in the morning and not know how to wait for me..."
Angrily, she directly interrupted his performance. Zhang Yameng rolled her eyes: "Creating something out of nothing? I'm obviously wrong."
"The trick is so clumsy..."
Yan Qing smiled instead of getting angry: "Hey, who would believe it?"
"Hey, everyone believes it, and the keywords # Riddler's Riot # are still on the hot search..."
Yan Qing's eyes wandered around the small concert hall. Many musicians turned into bowheads. Occasionally, after exchanging a few words, they cast a few teasing glances towards the audience.
Zhang Yameng clicked on the Whisper app in her boss's hand and smiled brightly at him: "How about you check out the other ones!"
"Is there anything else? Wait!"
Looking at the Whisper hot search list brought up by Zhang Yameng, Yan Qing was stunned. With just a casual scan, he saw several "shocking" keywords:
…
#彏清 hints that it’s stable#(boiling)↑
# Riddler’s Riot#(explosion)↑
# metaphor hidden in the title of the song#(hot)↑
#The simplest ligature game, the most extreme CP experience#↑
#彏清的ROMANCE#↑
# Professor Xiang Weng Amway is close to nature#↑
#彏清,I’m ok#(new)↑
…
"Mr. Mei actually wanted me to talk about this matter. Love rises in the east and falls in the west, and romance will last forever! This reminder from He Ranzhi is too implicit. The students I met this morning were inexplicable.
The sound of cheering makes sense..."
After clicking in one by one and browsing quickly, Yan Qing finally saw the Riddler carnival that swept the whispers yesterday. He also figured out that his speech before the release was a joke. He also figured out what he had come in and out of this morning.
When passing by several groups of strangers at the school gate and teaching building, what do those thumbs raised high, the eager encouragement bursting out of their eyes, and the words "Come on, Teacher Yan Qing" one after another mean?
"It turns out that since last night, I have been socially dead on Whisper! I should have signed up for Whisper earlier, and all my restraint in the show has been wasted!"
The feeling in his heart was very complicated. Yan Qing flipped through the hot search list of Whispering Words again, suppressing the desire to complain, pointing at the entry #consultWenghuaijing not to be ignorant of good and bad, which was ranked 31st in popularity. He said to Zhang Ya
Meng initiated soul torture: "Lao Zhang, what does this mean? Did she say anything after knowing this? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Persuade her to accept your love! This matter was decided by Miaomiao and Sister Qing. They relied on this to persuade you to open Whispers. Sister Jing is also an insider..."
The first two questions were answered fluently. It was clear that Zhang Yameng was fully prepared. However, when she came to the last point, Lao Zhang hesitated a little: "But... I didn't say anything. I guess she should be very happy."
Bar!"
"Really or not..." Yan Qing bent down slightly and asked flatteringly: "How do you say it?"
"It feels good, I should let the whole world know that he is chasing me~"
Imitating Weng Huaijing's playful tone on the spot, Zhang Yameng also deliberately dragged her tail very long. It was so beautiful that Yan Qing's eyelids twitched. Unfortunately, after a while, she added a slightly disappointing sentence: "
But this is a later addition from Peipei to her sister, haha!"
"Pei Pei, such an honest child, has been led astray." Yan Qing quickly covered up his gaffe with sadness.
She was not ashamed but proud. Zhang Yameng flicked her ponytail and proudly kicked a balloon to Yan Qing: "By the way, Brother Qing, do we still need to send the lawyer's letter?"
"Forget it, I feel pretty good too..."
He glanced at the phone screen again, and unknowingly it was already halfway through the break time. Yan Qing returned the phone to Zhang Yameng, waved his hand, and went out to find the bathroom on the first floor.
"Teacher Yan Qing mentioned before that he already has someone he likes..."
In the corridor, Yan Qing bumped into several female musicians who had previously liked to pester him. A certain girl holding Yuan Yuyue's arm was bolder and asked him directly: "She is Professor Weng, right?
"
"Yes, it's her!" Yan Qingtan admitted openly with a smile.
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Dividing line: A little later, there is another chapter, sorry for the delay.