MTL - King of Classical Music-Chapter 254

After the recital of the China Conservatory of Music, accompanied by Tan Lao, he talked with several outstanding students in the violin department of the college for an hour.

Two years ago, at the National Conservatory of Music in Paris, like these children, he was still a young and innocent student. Nowadays, he looks at the head of the violin department headed by a pair of delicate eyes, and looks at him with excitement. Zhangkou is: "Little Seven teacher, hello!"

戚暮: "..."

After a long while, he smiled and looked at Tan Lao, and asked helplessly: "Tan Lao, this is..."

The stereotyped serious old man leaned his eyes and licked the chief little girl. Then he turned to look at the sly and said: "Before Luo Ya had an internship to the B City Symphony Orchestra, so I might hear Du Sheng say those things about you. "Don't pause, Tan Lao added: "These children like your music very much. Just tell them about the orchestra, help them rationalize their ideas and know how to go in the future."

When he said this, Tan Lao’s tone was sincere and sincere. He hoped that he could entrust his experience to these children without any care.

Although the head of the violin department is only 17 years old, but her strength is the top of the entire China Conservatory of Music, from the opportunity she can get an internship to the B City Symphony Orchestra, Tan Lao really value This girl.

After thinking for a while, I gently decapitated and said, "Okay, I will talk more about the orchestra. You can rest assured, Tan Lao."

Tan Lao is still relatively reassured, so he and Chen Ling frequently walked out of the door of the living room, leaving the space to the group of young people.

When the mahogany door issued a "clam" sound, it was only carefully examined by the four or five students in front of us. Most of them look like eighteen or nine years old. Except for a little boy who is only 11 or 12 years old, the others are not much smaller.

Although I am only 24 years old this year, but with the age of my last life, I know that I am already the uncle of these children. So he talked very kindly to them, and faced these clever children with a look at the attitude of the junior.

At the beginning of the conversation, these students were still a little nervous, and seemed to be worried that they would not be close. But when he said two words to them, the little boy sat down to the side of the donkey and got close to his idol. After the little boy, Rosie also quickly seized the position on the other side of the shackle, which made the other students who suddenly realized it annoyed.

After an hour of conversation, Chen Ling frequently knocked on the door and informed him that he could leave. At this time, don't say these students, and even the time feels that the time has passed too fast, and the time has passed to the time.

Luo Ma, the chief girl with a ponytail, also looked like a low figure. When she saw that she was going to leave, she finally couldn’t help but take out a score from her backpack and hand it to her. Hey.

Under the warm and dim light of the living room, the young and elegant nephews were slightly enlarged and looked down at the score.

This is a simple set of music scores, the cover is the most common plain dark brown kraft paper, and is finished with a string. The whole score is clean and beautiful, and only the corners seem to be wrinkled by the owner's many times.

This is a music score without a name.

I was surprised to look up at the Luo yarn, I saw the little girl shy red cheeks at this time, whispered weakly: "This... This is my own photo album, which you have played in the last half year. All the songs." After a pause, Luo Shi quickly added: "Right, there is no "twilight under the moonlight"... That song has not been made public. If you don't mind, you can open it."

After hearing such an answer, I am already surprised to know how to describe my feelings. In the eyes that Rosie looked forward to, he took the thick piece of music and then opened the cover and looked up.

The first piece of the song is the "Sorrowful Waltz" played at the Vienna New Year Concert earlier this year. From the second section, the black ink pen is used to mark the strong and weak sounds that need attention. Rhythm replacement tips.

Then I turned back and saw the whole score of the "Sorrowful Waltz", and the chief girl carefully made various annotations. When he looked at the first comment carefully, he suddenly flashed in his head, and when he followed the notes in the heart, he finally realized the melody.

The second song is Mozart's "The Third Violin Concerto in G Major", followed by Debussy's "Imagination" and Strauss's "Anna Polka"...

Dozens of songs have been neatly and carefully arranged by the owner of this score, and even on each page, various annotations can be found. Sometimes a few notes can appear in a section. And these points of attention...

It is all the attention when playing.

Yes, if someone actually plays the violin in accordance with this score, perhaps his tone, piano sound, skill, feelings and control cannot be achieved, but if he can, he can play it. The same sound as 戚暮.

After reading this score from the beginning, he looked up and looked at the girl with her eyes in front of her eyes.

In the past few years, I have seen many fans of my own. Some of them rushed to the plane, along with him and Victoria's tour of the world; some also braved the heat of the cold, in the wind and sun, just to tell him "I like you very much, Xiaoqi."

Now, he has seen such a moving little fan. In order to write this exclusive score, I am afraid that this child has to listen to every song played by the pipa for dozens of times. This is still a good sound. If you are a little bit, you may have to listen to it. A hundred times, in order to be able to listen to each weight, speed and score is not bad.

I deeply understand that it is these cute fans who will try to stick to the present.

"I am very happy... I can see this score today." The beautiful and handsome face of the young man showed a gentle smile, and he gently daggered and said: "Can make Tan Lao satisfied, Luo Y, your violin level Definitely very good. You can like the sound of a musician to learn from him, but I also hope that you can find your own style from his piano sound and become a unique yarn."

The gentle and kind words made Luo Zhe forcefully nod. She had not had time to say "Can you please help me sign a name", then the young violinist in front of him suddenly smiled and smiled, just like a bright spring, swearing : "Can you give me a pen?"

After a long while, Rosie quickly handed over the signature pen in his hand.

Did not wait for her to open, I saw the hand holding the pen, straightforwardly began to write on the brown cover. The young slender fingers are lined in dark brown kraft paper, which is beautiful and eye-catching. At this moment, he is writing words intently, but in a few seconds, two large gold-cut characters appear on the top of the cover.

『戚暮』.

But in this case, I didn’t stop, but I went straight to the line and continued to write –

"genieundfleiinanderengrenzen: bisngnochnichtsicherauchnichtsosicher."

The smooth and beautiful German language appeared on the yellow-brown cover, and the song was solemnly returned to Luo Shi. After a light hug with all the students, he smiled and watched the youth gradually. The back of the distant, the little girl with round eyes still did not return to God.

"The boundaries between genius and diligence have not yet been determined - and there is no way to determine it in the future. 』

This sentence that was reserved for Luo Shi is the famous saying of Beethoven. He is not only acknowledging that Rosie is detached from the talents of ordinary people, but also motivating her not to forget her efforts because of her talent. From another perspective, he is also pleased that she has worked diligently to the present day.

"...in the end, it's still so gentle..." The low whisper spit out from the mouth of the chief girl.

A long time later, when Luo Yarn became the chief violinist of the Huaxia Symphony Orchestra, she also always liked to organize her favorite violinist, the scores played every year. They all use the same kraft cover, the same black pen, and as long as the score is sent, the young man will write the same sentence for her on the cover every year.

The musicians of Huaxia are rising one by one. Just like the classical music of this country, they are beginning to bloom with fascinating brilliance that is hard to ignore, making the world pay attention to it.

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After the invitation of the recital of the China Conservatory of Music, he then visited the old friends of the B City Symphony Orchestra and the Huaxia Philharmonic Orchestra with various gifts.

After harvesting a lot of "small seven, have you been black recently?", "I don't know if Xiaoqi is thin", and "I remember to come back later after Xiaoqi", I came to the city again. Visit Zhu Wenzhao, Cheng Tingwen and others.

On the last day, he went to Wu’s home alone to visit the retired old man.

Chen Lingpin is naturally very happy. Although he often calls and makes video calls with Wu Lao, it is always different to be able to see his own adoptive father.

So at the lunch table at noon that day, I saw my own smart and capable agent wearing an apron for the first time, and voluntarily tidying up the dishes, and took the initiative to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, leaving the living room space to 戚He and Wu Lao.

"Lingfeng is like this. He is a very caring person, otherwise he will not stay in the college for me. It has been delayed for 8 years." Wu Lao, drinking tea, said with a smile: "He can now be with you." It’s really good to go to a career. Xiaoqi, you have to take care of Lingbi.”

Hearing the words, he shook his head and said: "It is Chen Ge who has been taking care of me, Wu Lao."

In this regard, Wu Lao just smiled and did not say more on this topic. Soon Chen Ling frequently came out of the kitchen and joined their conversation. The three talked harmoniously for a long time.

When it was nearing the evening, Yan and Chen Ling frequently reluctantly took their suitcases and left Wu’s home to catch the plane to Vienna.

Huaxia