MTL - King of Classical Music-Chapter 10

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In the face of such an unexpected situation, Zheng Weiqiao was also stupid. He looked at him and whispered: "If you get the first place... don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

The score of this game was selected by a number of judges, and it will not be given more benefits because Professor Carl is the main judge. Now Professor Karl said this, obviously he means that the second place in his score is higher than the first one, but after combining with the scores of other judges, he got the dissatisfaction that is now dissatisfied with him. result.

In fact, he is also very surprised by the scene.

His eyes looked at the bearded professor on the stage in a complicated way. After a long time, he sighed and said: "Professor Karl's temper has always been weird..."

Zheng Weiqiao subconsciously wants to blurt out the question "How do you know his temper is eccentric", but when he sees the brows, he looks a little, and when he says something, he swallows back into the scorpion.

On the stage, Professor Carl began to announce the first place: "The first place is a very practical and profound child. His "e minor" really makes me very amazing. He is -"

Zheng Weiqiao held his breath subconsciously.

The cockroach is slightly coveted, and already understands the ending.

"He is Sheng Yanhui!"

Sheng Yanhui, sitting in the seat in front of the donkey, has not yet understood what happened, until the people around him have congratulated him and he understood it. Sheng Yanhui just got up and ready to go to the stage. Suddenly he seemed to realize what he was, and turned his head and looked at him in a complicated way.

Under the dazzling light, the half of his cheek was illuminated, and he smiled and said: "Congratulations, Sheng Yanhui."

Sheng Yanhui's lips were swaying, but in the end, nothing was said to be on the stage.

Professor Carl gave the first prize to Sheng Yanhui, and then said to the microphone: "The second place has superb skills, can play Paganini's music to such a degree, also at the Munich Conservatory of Music. Very rare. He is --"

"Hey."

In the full applause of the applause, he calmly walked to the stage. At this time, Sheng Yanhui and Zhao Zhengwen of the third place are standing on both sides of Professor Karl. It seems that they are welcoming him to the second place.

He reached out and took the crystal cup handed over by Professor Carl. He hadn’t had time to say thank you. He listened to the bearded professor and whispered: "Long time no see, hey. You want to go to Munich with me." Learning?"

"..."

The action of splicing the crystal cup was stagnant for a moment, then he asked: "Professor, shouldn't it be the first chance to have this to go to further education?" When he said this, in order to take care of Professor Karl's lame Chinese Ability, 戚暮 specially changed to English: "Look, I am only the second." As he said, he also shook his crystal cup.

Professor Karl wrinkled his thick eyebrows and asked: "Who said that only one person is allowed?"

"..."

At this time, the lead speech has already begun. On the stage and under the stage, except for the swearing and swearing professors, others are listening carefully.

He used the light to look at Sheng Yanhui, who looked inadvertently, and then whispered: "Professor Karl, Sheng Yanhui will be a good student. At his age, his level is very high, even if he is in Europe, I want It’s already top-notch. If you accept him as a disciple, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it."

Who knows that this bearded man seems to have eaten the scales and irons, and he will not let go of his life: "But your level is higher than him. Your last song has really lost your level, I know you should It's not just the current level. The resources of the Munich Conservatory of Music are something you can't believe. Children, you can't grow in China. You should go to the college."

"Thank you for your kindness, but Professor Carl, my age has not yet reached the point where I must go to the college, but Sheng Yanhui... can't wait." He looked at the burly and strong Professor Carl, his eyes firmly: "I I want to ask you, if I am the first place in this game, will you accept the second place?"

Professor Carl glanced and shook his head: "No."

"So this is really a joke of God, Professor Carl, I happen to be the second place. Why do you need to break the rules?" He spread his hand and smiled: "Professor, I hope to be your student, but I I don't want to make you an exception in this way. To be honest, your style is not for me, you know it."

Professor Carl nodded in a difficult look.

"Believe me, if your student is Sheng Yanhui, then you will be like Romeo and Juliet - ‘love at first sight’.”

For a long time, Professor Carl seemed to be thinking about the end. He was covered with a thick and simple smile on the face covered by the thick beard. He nodded and said: "It’s a pleasure to chat with you. Oh, it’s a pity, you really don’t want to be me. The student, your style... and he is a bit similar."

Suddenly, I asked reflexively: "Who?"

An obscure German language flowed out of Professor Carl's mouth and let him squat.

It was not until the game was completely over that Zheng Weiqiao carried him to the B City Symphony Orchestra, and then he slowly returned. He turned to look out the window, only to see through the clean glass window is the rare blue sky of the city, as if it is the same blue and blue.

"Austen Bertley..."

"Small seven, what did you say?" Zheng Weiqiao asked. "Although you are only the second place, it is already very great. After all, if you haven't touched the violin for so many years, it is really good to be able to return to the current level!"

He took his eyes off the window. He nodded with a smile and said: "Zheng Ge, you don't have to comfort me, I feel very happy."

Zheng Weiqiao carefully looked at him for a long time and confirmed that he really turned his head and continued driving without any frustration. On the side, he slowly tightened the delicate eyebrows. For a long time, he suddenly smiled.

Bertley is a German aristocratic surname and one of the four dukes. The person with this name has countless assets that have been accumulated by the Bertelme family for hundreds of years. But it is a pity that after two world wars, the family is no longer as glorious as it has been in the past few hundred years. It is said that their assets for hundreds of years have shrunk by more than half.

But even so, it is still the giant of the upper class in Germany.

And to this generation of the Duke of Bertram, poor, but he has no longer the next generation to inherit his title. For some special reasons, the new duke no longer has German citizenship, and in addition to the name of the "Auston Bertelme" that he took out, he has a more widely known name -

Hey.

Thinking of this name, the smile on the lips is more helpless.

This is the first time after his rebirth that someone mentioned the name in his ear. If he didn't say it, he almost forgot in the lounge of the golden | hall, in the place where he finally closed his eyes, he used to Luo Yusen said what the scum had said, and once deliberately used the word "闵琛" to anger him.

"My style... is like him?" The whispered self-speaking words drowned in the sound of the music flowing in the car, thinking for a long while, then smiling and shaking his head: "My harmonious music Style... How could it be like?"

At this moment, Berlin is separated by a small half of the Earth.

Being able to enjoy the reputation of "the first group in the world", the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra is indeed worthy of its fame. From world-class orchestra members, to the world-renowned violin chief, and even to the unbeatable commander, as long as the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra is mentioned, no one in the music world can pick a little mistake.

This orchestra inherits the strict and solemn character of the Germans, and each of their performances is perfect to make people feel that it is God's work. The same orchestra, different conductors, will command different styles.

If someone wants to ask what is the style?

The Vienna Hall-level music newspaper "Voice of Vienna" has evaluated two words -

perfect.

It is simply to bring the harsh and precise characteristics of the Germans to the extreme. In the concerts directed by the singers, everyone can only feel that this song should be played like this, it is to use this emotion to render, this instrument is matched with This rhythm control.

Now, the rehearsal hall of the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra is ringing like a roar of souls. When the end of the song is over, the man standing on the podium has a slight satisfaction. He looked around the orchestra and watched it with everyone. Only then did he start his lips: "Tomorrow is the last rehearsal, you... are you ready?"

The man's low-pitched voice spread out from the podium, and he spoke of the German language of the mouth, but it made people feel that it was as mellow as the cello.

All the people in the audience nodded and said: "Ready."

I have been working together for many years and I am very confident in these partners. He beheaded with satisfaction and turned to look at the violin chief.

The latter immediately stood up and said: "Then the day after tomorrow we will start the last global tour of this year. We will prepare the preparations for these two days. Our first stop is London, and we will go in the middle. Paris, New York, Tokyo, Singapore and Berlin, and finally go to the capital city of China, b, everyone knows?"

Everyone was "hmm".

The chief heard the words, smiled and turned to look at the man standing on the podium, saying: "Hey, then let us continue today?"

The handsome and indifferent man shook his head gently, but how long it took for someone to clean up the order and leave the rehearsal room.

By this time, the blond man who had been watching for a long time went forward, smiled and patted the man’s shoulder and said, "Hey, I’m going to start the final tour this year. How do you think of b city as this year? The last stop?"

The lights gathered on the stage are illuminated from top to bottom, and the deep face of the man is sculpted more stereoscopically. He glanced at the blond man lightly and asked, "Daniel, how is the preview for tomorrow?"

"...you have to do this for me?!"

"You are not my agent?"

"……Yes."

"Oh, how is that prepared?"

"..."

Watching Daniel scratch his hair and look away, and the dark scorpion slowly hangs down.

Why did you go to the b city in the end...

In fact, he does not know.

Just think, it seems like it’s time to go back.