King of Classical Music

When I left the headquarters of the peacekeeping headquarters, it was only in the evening.

Taking advantage of his own box, he found the nearest subway station and quickly reached the downstairs of Master Lance's house. He is so convenient in Vienna, and even which intersection should be transferred to which line is already in mind.

When he arrived at the master of Lance, the master of the temperament and temperature was cooking the dishes tonight. Seeing that the other person skillfully turned a piece of gravy steak from the pot, he quickly took the plate and picked it up.

Mr. Lance smiled and the two quickly put the dinner on the table.

At the end of this delicious and sumptuous dinner, the gentleman and gentleman of the gentleman wiped the residue on his lips with a white napkin.

If you are eating this meal with Professor Akade, you will surely see countless chocolates piled up on the table; if you eat this meal with Master Farr, the room will inevitably be asked by the other side.

But unlike them, Mr. Reims was a gentleman who obeyed conservative etiquette, and he took it to his piano room until the dishes on the table were taken away.

There was a simple upright piano in the piano room. The room was clean and tidy. A window was opened, facing the street, and the window screen was opened to see the beautiful night view of Vienna.

"Small seven, I haven't heard your violin for a long time since I heard your concert in Paris last time."

Master Lance referred his piano frame to the middle of the room, and then placed two strings on top of it, saying: "The last time you played a "e minor" and a song in this piano room. "The Devil's Tremolo", although I am not your teacher, but... I really want to hear it again. If you play these two songs now, what kind of voice will be."

I looked up at the two sheets on the zither, then smiled and looked at Master Lance: "Mr. Lance, thank you very much for your concern. I am honored to have this opportunity to play these two again. The song is for you."

Wen Yan, Mr. Lance nodded with a smile.

But for a while, a melodious and gentle "e minor concerto" sounded in the little piano room.

The sound seemed to be singing in a low voice, and the sound was bright and open, so that Master Lance could not help but smile and smile.

When "e minor" ended, he didn't stop immediately. Instead, he used a short period of brilliance and directly introduced the song to "The Devil's Tremolo."

The two different styles of music were so naturally and naturally connected, so that Master Lance could not help but be shocked and smiled at the outstanding young man.

When playing these two songs, I didn't see the score.

Many musicians will practice the songs they want to play for many days before the performance, ensuring better performance and memory.

But... there are always some surprises. For example, Qilian's score doesn't need to be seen, because his excellent ear force directly remembers this voice for him; and the other is that his life has strengthened his memory through long-term mechanical memory, so that he can remember Long spectrum.

If it is a relatively embarrassing piece of music, you may need to look at the spectrum temporarily, but if it is a song that has been deeply embedded in the "e minor" and "the devil's vibrato", he can fully understand it.

At the end of the two songs, Master Lance praised a "bravo". As the only audience present, he gave the most outstanding performers the warmest applause.

"I haven't seen you for half a year, I heard your two songs again, Xiaoqi... I am really glad that you have made such a big change." Mr. Lance sat on the single sofa and said: "I listened six months ago. Your music, I feel as if you are slightly offensive behind the music, but now I can only feel one kind... um, pleasure."

The expression “pleasure” made a sigh of relief. He subconsciously asked: “Mr. Lance, you said... pleasure?”

Master Lance smiled and daggered and explained: "Small seven, you have to believe that a person's state of mind will change with the change of his experience. You and the present are half a year ago. It is very different, such as... ... Are you in love, Xiaoqi?"

The red brush smashed from the ear of the young man to his cheek, and the delicate face of the white enamel was swept by the pink. He coughed softly and whispered: "Lance... Mr. Lance, why are you suddenly? Say?"

When you see it, you don't need the other person's answer. Mr. Lance also knows what the answer is. He smiled in a vaguely, then said: "Your piano sounds with the joy that only love can bring, Xiao Qi, I think... She must be a very cute lady? Did she know it in Paris?"

戚暮: "..."

"Oh, Xiaoqi, although I am not your teacher, but if you are willing to bring your cute little girlfriend to show me, I am also very happy."

戚暮: "..."

At the Tagore airport in Berlin, I am ready to board the flight to London, and suddenly I jumped.

Daniel took a small bag and asked in surprise: "Hey, why are you suddenly not leaving?"

"Cute little girlfriend" squatted slightly, then took a step and boarded the plane directly.

Under the dark night, countless stars shimmer, and the whole of Europe is shrouded in a huge night sky. A silver-white plane traveled from Berlin to London, and a beautiful young man walked out of the apartment building with a violin case.

I was on the phone and said, "I will send it out tomorrow," he hangs up.

But for a moment, he had not received the phone and received a text message from a man. There were only five simple words on it, but he couldn’t help but laugh.

Hey: [I am in London. 】

After thinking about it, I walked slowly and gave the other party a reply: [just arrived? I will start the tour in a few days, remember to take a break early. 】 After thinking about it, I sent another message in the past: [Today I went to participate in a recruitment meeting of an orchestra. 】

After waiting for about five minutes, he did not wait for the other party's information, but instead waited for a call. Slightly surprised for a while, he pressed the answer button: "Hey?"

The voice on the other side of the phone was a bit noisy, and I seem to hear that many people are discussing how to go tonight before going to bed. Daniel is also shouting "I will take the house card first, you are a group of little bastards," but in these cluttered backgrounds, the man’s low and hoarse voice seems to break through everything and straight into the ear. in.

"Which band did you interview?"

He took the phone and walked down the subway. "The Vienna Symphony Orchestra. They are applying for the deputy chief, so I will try it. But... guess what?"

When I heard this answer, I suddenly stopped for a moment. He seemed to be walking, and when the background sound was no longer so noisy, he sighed softly and said with a positive tone: "You are the first."

The bleak autumn wind blowing in the subway made him unable to hold back his coat. He smiled helplessly: "It was guessed by you. The chief commander of the diplomatic service, Mr. Evra, admitted that I was the first in the recruitment meeting. One, although this does not make sense."

I brushed the subway card and only listened to each other and hesitated and asked: "You don't want to pay?"

He gently shook his head: "I have no special opinion about going there... but Mr. Evra refused my application." I thought of the helplessness of standing on the stage at the time. Said, "Mr. Evra said that he would never have admitted me as the deputy chief of the diplomatic service. Well, I was very sad at the time, now you should comfort me."

一下 木 木 闵琛 闵琛: "..."

After a long while, I couldn’t help but laugh at myself: "Okay, I lied to you, Mr. Evra thinks that my level has surpassed the chief of the diplomatic relations, Jasper, he can't recruit one. It’s better than the chief deputy chief. Anyway, I don’t really want to enter the diplomatic service, so I’m rejected, and it’s no big deal...”

"Do not be sad."

The groaning sound came to an abrupt end, and he stunned for a long time, and he didn’t come back until a subway car had passed in front of him. For a long time, he smiled silently and then whispered, "Is it sad?"

The sound of low alcohol and magneticity came: "You have."

I couldn't help but look up at the shining lights in the subway station, as if I was talking to myself: "I really... is it sad?"

Master Akade never made a mistake. In this "worst" era, a good violinist is often because he is too good, but he will encounter the biggest problem in life. In such an era, a little more ordinary, perhaps to find their own way out.

While being rejected by Mr. Evra, although he smiled and accepted it calmly, he suddenly realized that...

My future is very confused.

As Mr. Evra said, a large orchestra does not need to have a violinist beyond the chief strength. Even in Paris, Mr. Hook wanted to recruit New Zealand, but it must have been waiting for Mr. Swell’s consent. The gentle and close commanding master would regret to refuse.

Excellent, at this time, it became a powerful resistance, as if it was a huge wall with no limits, and it was in front of you, so that he did not know how to proceed.

"Things will always get better, hehe." I felt like a sighing voice rang in my ear. "Soon, you will get your chance, I believe... this deadline will be very fast." fast."

This sentence made a sigh of relief, subconsciously asked: "What do you mean?"

He did not answer this question. Instead, he asked directly: "Dorenza is also in Vienna in the past few days. He told me about you a few days ago. This year's tour of Wei'ai was postponed for two months because Their deputy chief will soon retire."

I suddenly opened my eyes and some did not come back. For a long time, he was shocked: "Is Mr. Anthony going to retire?! I don't know at all..."

He laughed and said: "Dorensa said to me privately, it should be... in the next six months."

Walking into the next subway, I gently leaned against the wall of the subway and whispered: "Do you think I can go to love?"

I didn’t deny it, but just “hmm”.

The soft words of the youth were overshadowed by the sound of the subway, and along the way, Yan Junxiu’s face was full of smiles. After hanging up the phone, he converges on the smile and then squats on his own box. Stepping into the apartment briskly.

Lost, just for a while...

Strength, after all, is the most powerful guarantee in the classical music industry.

At this time in London, looking at the bustling city night scene outside the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, the handsome and elegant man slowly lowered his mobile phone and stared at the East with a gaze - that is the direction of Vienna.

He wants his beloved to go to love?

Yes, but from