King of Classical Music

The early winter of the city of B is far colder than that of Paris. The cold wind from Siberia has shrouded the city into a winter city. Once you lose the heating in the house or the sunlight outside the house, you can tremble.

After spending another day in city b, he flew to the city. His vacation is only a month away. He will return to Vienna before Christmas. Now he is only less than two weeks away from the end of the holiday. Naturally, he needs to hurry.

When I first arrived at the airport of S, I saw the couple who had been waiting at the airport for a long time. He smiled and went up to give the two men a big hug, and then said: "I wish Uncle, Cheng Ayi, how come you personally come over?"

Zhu Wenzhao is only over forty years old this year, and he is very well maintained. At this time, he wore a light gray coat, which is even younger. After listening to the sly words, his eyes flashed brightly in the eyes, but they were hidden by the lenses.

Zhu Wenzhao reached out and pushed the frame on the bridge of the nose. He said: "Small seven, I haven't seen it for so long. You come to the city to visit us. Of course, I have to pick you up." As I said, Zhu Wenzhao took it very enthusiastically. The suitcase in the hands of the hand makes the latter very surprised.

I saw a beautifully dressed Cheng Tingwen groaning from the nose, then dismissively glanced at her husband who had "nothing", saying: "Small seven, don't ignore him, if he has something to ask for, he will such?"

The three just happened to go to the parking lot. After listening to this, the brows of the clear brows slightly picked up. He smiled awkwardly. "Is there something to ask me? Cheng Ayi, don't make me happy, how can I ask my uncle? Is there something that requires me?"

Cheng Tingwen looked at his husband with a dislike and then said: "You will listen to him and tell you about it, Xiaoqi."

Hearing words, there was a confused look on the face of Yan Junxiu’s white face. He then turned to look at Zhu Wenzhao, who was standing on the other side of the car. He saw that the chief conductor of the Sven’s symphony orchestra was laughing and watching. Self, gaze... deep.

... sure enough!

After the three people got on the bus, Zhu Wenxi finally got things together.

At first, I thought it was a scorpion of the latest performance of the s-symphony orchestra, and he needed to help him perform on stage. But what he didn't expect was that Zhu Wenxi's opening was: "Xiaoqi, it is about to hold the new Huaqing Cup National Violin Competition. Do you know?"

After listening to this, I just slammed the seat belt and stunned and looked up at Zhu Wenyu on the driver's seat. I saw that the latter just raised his head and looked at him. In the clean and bright rearview mirror, the two met.

After thinking for a long time, I smiled helplessly: "I wish Uncle, if I remember correctly, Huaqing Cup... seems to be asking for the age of 20 years old? I am 22 years old this year, I wish Uncle, I may There is no way to participate in this competition."

Zhu Wenzhao: "..."

On the side of Cheng Tingwen, I laughed and said: "Small seven, you really misunderstood, you wish my uncle how you can remember your age. He, not wanting to invite you to participate in the competition, but..." Dun, Cheng Tingwen glanced at the red face of Zhu Wenyu in the driver's seat, and then continued: "He, I want to ask you to be the judge of the rematch!"

The voice just fell, and the whole person was kneeling in the same place. Then he got the reason for the matter from the mouth of Zhu Wenzhao.

Originally, the Huaqing Cup was hosted by the Huaxia Classical Music Association or the B City and S City Classical Music Associations. This year, it was just the turn of the S Classic Music Association. As the vice chairman of the association, Zhu Wenzhen has taken up the organization of this competition.

Zhu Wenyu is the chief conductor of the s city symphony orchestra, and its ability is naturally not to be questioned. Therefore, the contest ended very smoothly from the initial sea election stage to the preliminary stage. After three days, it was the rematch stage, and then the finals could be held.

Zhu Wenzhao handled things properly and did not make a slap in the face. Even the weather conditions were considered clearly. Who knows that when the judges and the players were ready for the finals three days later, one of the five judges A big event.

Because it is a youth violin competition, in addition to the three more authoritative heavyweight music masters, there are two young talents in the five judges.

One of the crickets also knows that Wang Wei, who had cooperated with the s-symphony orchestra in the past 100 years, although Wang Hao is an outstanding pianist, he also had some attainments in the violin and won some awards.

The other candidate, Zhu Wenxuan considered for a long time, and finally picked a young violinist in Gangcheng. Although the violinist is a little older and has not won a prestigious award, he is quite popular among young people, so he can barely count the number of judges.

But what I wished I had never imagined was that he had calculated that the weather was cloudy and he had counted the traffic, but he never counted it.

The judge was suddenly sick!

The violinist in the Gangcheng suddenly had abdominal pain the day before. When he went to the hospital for examination, the long-term alcoholism and smoking caused the other's stomach to have a cyst and needed to be removed as soon as possible. This resection...not ten days is not necessarily good.

Therefore, Zhu Wenzhao made a thorough embarrassment.

Originally, it was a candidate that was hard to find. Now it is actually an accident. You said that this made him swear?

At this time, Zhu Wenzhao received a phone call, knowing that he is coming to the city to visit himself.

Visiting is a trivial matter, but it’s a big deal for Xiaoqi to come here!

Although most of the fans are gathered in the city of b, the general fans will not come to the city, but Zhu Wenzhao has heard countless times from the mouth of his little daughter, "ah, ah, little seven!", "small The seven fingers are so beautiful!", "The screen is dirty, I am coming".

Although Zhu Wenzhao and Cheng Tingwen were born into a family of musicians, but unlike the eldest sons who devoted themselves to classical music, their little daughters were completely uninterested in music. Even when their daughters became adults and had their own right to decide, they even had their symphony. The group's concerts are sometimes too lazy to listen.

However, it is such a little daughter who is completely uncomfortable with classical music, but she has happily bought an album that co-operated with New Zealand, and even learned the technology of over-the-wall technology and ran to foreign websites to search for 戚暮!

Even my own daughter is like this, Xiaoqi is like a fire in a young man!

Although a little bit kind, but compared with Xiaoqi, Zhu Wenzhen really feels that the original violin judge is simply a **** of fighting power!

When he listened to Zhu Wenzhao and carefully explained the matter, he put down the chopsticks and smiled and looked at the opposite face. "You can't refuse the small seven, you don't want to reject it." I thought about it and said, "I wish Uncle, Although I am honored that you can invite me like this, but... my qualifications are still too shallow, I am afraid I can't..."

"No! Xiaoqi! Your qualifications are not too shallow! Yesterday evening, Tan Lao was very proud to call me and told me that you have already become the chief of the Vienna Pareson Theatre Orchestra, and even Dul The Ston Symphony Orchestra has cooperated, and before you have been invited by New Zealand, your qualifications are not too shallow!" Dunton, Zhu Wenxi recalled: "I remember Tan said this: 'My home Of course, Xiaoqi is the most powerful. The son of your idiot is not comparable at all!'"

Cheng Tingwen turned black and gave her husband an elbow.

戚暮: "..."

It turns out... In the heart of Tan Lao, I actually have such a stalwart image?

But even then, I still hesitate: "I wish Uncle, I have never served as a judge for any competition. This will be the first time..."

"No! Xiaoqi, I believe in your ability to appreciate music. You only need to comment on the music of the players from your cognition and give a score. It will be fine." The frame on the bridge of the nose, smiled and said: "Small seven, in these children entering the rematch, there are many good seedlings, they are like you, are the future pillars of the Chinese classical music industry. In fact, I also have a little selfishness, that is hope You can also look at these children and give them some pointers to make them grow better."

This made me stunned and he looked up at each other. I saw that this elegant middle-aged man was smiling and looking at himself. His eyes were deep and inclusive, as if he was looking at a beloved junior, and he was also looking at... a hope that was growing up.

At this time, if you want to say something to refuse, you can't say anything. He looked down at the warm and simple meal of this table, and finally sighed and said nothing, "I wish you uncle, even if I want to refuse you... I have eaten the dishes of Cheng Ayi, I can't refuse it. Cannibalism The mouth is short, um, Cheng Ayi, your tomato scrambled eggs are delicious."

Wen Yan, Cheng Tingwen is very pleased to give a few chopsticks to the clams, and he is concerned about the authenticity: "Small seven, like you to eat more. Your child, went to Europe, how is it so thin, is it in? Didn't eat well there? I said what pizzas and sandwiches they have, where are our honey ribs, fish-flavored pork, and spicy chicken, so eat more!"

I am very good at nodding.

On the side of the dining table, Zhu Wenzhao looked at such a scene, but slowly laughed. He looked at the sleek and gentle child in front of his eyes, and the gratification and warmth in his heart passed down the blood vessels and passed on to the four bodies.

After thinking about it, Zhu Wenxi smiled and said: "Small seven, I suddenly remembered one thing, now think about it... probably it is really prophecy."

The shackles of the green vegetables were stagnation, and he looked up confusedly: "I wish Uncle, don't know what you said...?"

“Remember what Master Fowler said half a year ago?”

I noticed a slight flaw in my heart: "..."

"As he said, you are such a little angel!"

戚暮: "....................."

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