MTL - King of Classical Music-Chapter 7

The b-symphony orchestra of the city is not the first-class orchestra of China. After only three days of running-in period, the ensemble of the whole orchestra has undergone a qualitative sublimation and began to enter the stage of tacit understanding. During this period, Yan also had a lot of understanding of Tan Zhenghui.

Tan Laozhen is an old artist who is doing his best. His commanding ability is naturally beyond doubt, and his attitude towards excellence in music is even more admirable.

Each conductor has a different style in the processing of music, such as the chief conductor of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra, Mr. Eberk Dorensa, whose music is romantic, with the gentleness of the music gentleman, and vice versa. Tan's music is more of a reality close to the earth.

With the gentle and gentle fragrance of the earth, the audience feels a pure and natural atmosphere, which is a natural match with Dvorak's music. Therefore, in the performances of the B City Symphony Orchestra, Dvor is also frequently seen. The shadow of Shaq.

For example, the orchestra is rehearsing the twelfth of the "G8 Symphony No. 8" is one of Dvorak's famous works. The whole song is soothing and calm, as if bringing people to the beautiful and beautiful in the 19th century. Experience the infinite beauty of nature in the plains of the Czech Republic.

"The black tube is inserted naturally!"

"The clarinet is a little lighter!"

......

Even if it was corrected a hundred times, Tan’s attitude of refinement allowed him to pick out the eggs from the stone and demand better, better and better. Whenever a rehearsal or rehearsal is made, the conductor is like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and every detail is demanding.

Among them, although he can hear the rhythm, pitch and other aspects of each instrument, he is not always a conductor, and he does not know what kind of symphony Tan wants.

The day's rehearsal was over. When I had to go back in the evening, I hadn't walked out of the door of the B City Symphony Orchestra. I was suddenly shouted. He turned to look at it and saw a serious face of Tan Laozheng sitting in a car. I looked at myself in the black car.

"boarding."

戚暮 A little glimpse, then got on the bus.

In the quiet and small compartment, I just put the violin case and heard a low-pressure sound: "Tomorrow's game... How is it prepared?"

All of a sudden I understood what the other party said. I turned to look at Tan Lao and said with a serious look: "I have been preparing for these few days. You should rest assured that Tan Lao, I will work hard."

Since Tan Laohe himself said this violin competition, he entered a busy preparation period. Originally, he also planned to contact the referee himself to sign up, but he did not expect Tan Lao to help him handle all the things, and only need to play on stage.

Tan Zhenghui looked at the solemn look and did not nod his head. He just turned the car and turned to the elevated position. He asked: "Which songs have you prepared?"

戚暮 : “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一 第一He added: "It is "G major serenade", this song I used to be familiar with, so I used this one. The last one... is Mendelssohn's "E minor concerto."

Listening to the words, Tan Lao has been standing still. When he finished speaking, Tan Lao frowned and thought for a while, then asked: "I remember that you used to be the best of Tartini's songs. Why didn't you choose him this time?"

Hearing a little, he smiled and said: "Tan Lao, this is already a thing of the past."

After listening to this, Tan Lao looked at it deeply, and did not speak again. The car was restored to a quiet silence.

When the car arrived and went downstairs, Yongzheng gave good luck to Tan Zhenghui. When he stood next to the car and smiled and said hello, Tan Lao sighed and said: "I haven't seen it for more than three years. You have changed a lot...hey."

The gorgeous sunset shines on the young black hair, and sees Tan Zhenghui slowly licking his throat. Finally, he reveals a smile that is admirable: "You must keep this going, oh, I will wait for you tomorrow."

However, how long, the black car slowly drove out of the door of the community and disappeared into the blind eye.

The young man who was in a good posture didn't immediately turn to the floor. He looked at the box with his hand on the box and watched Tan's car drift away. He smiled dryly: "Hey. There are so many people who care about your elders... How do you fall into that shape? You are really happy."

The tone is bitter and helpless, with a hint of envy.

However, for a long time, the figure of the youth disappeared on the road of the community, and the sighing words were also drowned by the autumn wind.

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Tan Zhenghui can watch the violin competition, naturally it will not be an ordinary game.

This is a national violin competition organized by Huaxia official and the Munich Conservatory of Music in Germany. It is divided into two parts: juvenile group and youth group. According to his current age, he is a young group of 18 to 25 years old, and he is not in the middle of it.

When I arrived at the B City Theatre where the competition was held, many players were already preparing in the background. It’s hard to see so many young violinists. It’s hard to see a few more eyes. I heard the man who came over and said: “Hey, your age is not too small. You haven’t been in the prime time of the past eight years. Take advantage of it, is it a little regret?"

After listening to this, I turned to look at it and asked: "Zheng Ge, do you think I am regretting?"

The person who came to the theater with him was Zheng Wuqiao.

Originally, he did not intend to tell Zheng Weiqiao about his participation in the competition. After all, many magazines needed him to hand over the manuscript at the end of the year, and it was still quite busy. However, Zheng Weiqiao did not know where he got the news of his participation in the competition. He went to his home early in the morning to "tie" him.

Zheng Weiqiao pushed the frame on the bridge of the nose, and the clean lens reflected a silver light: "Is it not?"

He shook his head, and looked at the scorpion and looked at the energetic young group players. He said with a smile: "I will regret it, there will be no change, so I will never regret it, I will only do it. What to change the future."

Listening to the swearing words, Zheng Weiqiao lingered for a long time, and he waited until he opened the violin case and began to vocalize. He looked at this handsome young man intricately, looked at it for a long time, and finally showed a smile.

Zheng Weiqiao was really busy recently, so he only accompanied him one day when he went to the B City Symphony Orchestra on the first day. Originally, she was worried that she would be crowded and bullied by her predecessors. However, after seeing that he was able to handle the relationship between colleagues well, Zheng Weiqiao breathed a sigh of relief and did not go to see it again in the next few days.

He learned from the friends in the orchestra that he was very popular in the orchestra and seemed to have another title called "Little Seven." Although Tan Lao is always nitpicking, he still protects him most of the time.

This made Zheng Weiqiao very gratified.

It was really grown up overnight!

Not bad, is... Is this change a little too big?

Thinking of this, Zheng Weiqiao was somewhat worried. He asked: "Hey, you used to quit the big | Ma's result... How?"

I haven’t touched the words “大|麻” for a long time. When I heard Zheng Weiqiao’s words, I first stunned it and said: “It’s almost over, Zheng Ge, you don’t have to worry.” The look is normal.

But that's it, Zheng Weiqiao is a bit worried: "Would you be an abnormality in the withdrawal reaction... Can you change so much now?"

"..."

"Is this going to be a problem? For example, if you wake up, you want to go back to your previous life?"

"..."

"Would you like to find a doctor in a few days?"

"... really no need, Zheng Ge."

"Let's find a doctor to see it." Zheng Weiqiao thinks that his concerns are very reasonable, he nodded.

Hey, it’s a little bit smirking: "Zheng Ge, I really don't really have a problem! It's not being smashed by the big | hemp." Even if it was, it was killed by the big | hemp.

Zheng Weiqiao still hesitated, until he promised that he would be able to put the matter down and say no more. Looking at the appearance of Zheng Weiqiao, the old lady, the heart is warm, and the delicate face is full of smiles.

What they didn't find was that, not far away, a young player with a violin was frowning on their side. After looking at it for a long time, the man whispered to himself:

"Hey...hey?"