Brother Jian: It's early. ”

Early the next morning, the bathroom on the fourth floor.

"Good morning, you guys. ”

Qin Jian was about to go back to the dormitory with toiletries, and met two musicology classmates of the same level.

"Brother Jian, didn't you hang out with Tang Jie and them?" asked the boy with the eyes.

Qin Jian smiled: "Toss." ”

...

The toss was really a toss, and before dawn in the morning, everyone chartered a bus and left the school.

As soon as last night ended, Tang Jie Xiaoliang and a few others beckoned everyone in the group how to arrange this hard-won weekend, which was regarded as a relaxation before the game left.

In the end, everyone agreed and decided to go on an outing to Swallow Mountain this morning.

"Stay safe, everybody. ”

"Don't worry, President!!"

With two locals, Ning Qianxia and Chen Tangjie, led the team, Qin Jian was also relieved.

"Come back early. ”

Seeing everyone away, Qin Jian then went to 309 to get some materials back, and he had just finished washing.

Back in the dormitory, he turned on the small Bluetooth speaker at the head of the bed and put on music.

Light jazz music on a warm winter morning, and even the dead trees outside the window look a little cozy.

Especially on a day like today, a day off.

When it comes to rest, it is naturally not about lying in bed and turning over and over with your mobile phone.

After soaking in a glass of water, Qin Jian sat in front of the desk and thought about it.

As a conductor, all he can do is make the stage perfect.

After several days of meticulous rehearsals, the first act of the club has basically met his minimum standards

But that's not enough, the competition is not a show, it's about getting a place.

At this stage, there are still two major problems, the first is that the singing part of the actors and the orchestra as a whole are not well coordinated.

The second is the lack of artistry presented on stage.

Qin Jian knew that the first question was just wishful thinking on everyone's part, everyone had already done their own limit, after all, it was just a freshman opera club that had been established for less than three months

As for the second question, the Magic Flute, as a great opera, is a classical serious opera in its own right, despite its huge singing and orchestral orchestration parts.

Recalling all the rehearsals, Qin Jian would always unconsciously treat everyone's performance as a musical.

Musicals and operas are two different things.

The seriousness of classical opera means whether the pronunciation of each lyric is standard, from the exquisite stage set to the actors' pronunciation of each lyric, and the purely artificial orchestra to arrange the set music means that every legato of the wind music and every bow of the string must be correct and consistent.

That's barely serious.

When every detail is organically integrated, it may be possible to continue to discuss the category of artistry at that time.

"To put it bluntly, I thought about the problem too simply. ”

Qin Jian sighed.

There is no hurry, and there is no hurry.

Flipping through the thick materials, Qin Jian continued to explore.

After lunch, Qin Jian received a call from Li Shuang.

"Qin Jian, I've already got the stage set here, and I can come directly to the test site the day after tomorrow. ”

It sounded noisy on the other side of the phone.

"Thank you Brother Shuang. ”

"It's okay, just to tell you, there's something else to say here, see you tomorrow." ”

"Bye, Brother Shuang. ”

As the stage director of the Magic Flute this time, Li Shuang also worked a lot for the club during Qin Jian's absence, and the day before yesterday, he and the school's opera troupe rushed to the Haishi Conservatory of Music in advance with stage props and costumes to open the way for the army.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Jian opened the video call at the time agreed with Fang Xiaoyu.

Class.

Bor has just finished his third monthly exam, and Fang Xiaoyu has won the first place in his major.

"Good performance and encouragement. ”

Before class, Qin Jian chatted with Fang Xiaoyu for a few words.

"Thank you, master, it's just that I didn't think I did well in this monthly exam, and I didn't get what I wanted in terms of emotional processing. ”

"Don't worry, there's still more than a month, enough for you. ”

"Hmm!!"

"Xiaoyu, how do you plan for the question of applying for colleges. ”

"I'm a little struggling with this question, my mom means she wants me to be closer to home, and she wants me to be admitted to the South Academy. ”

"What about your own thoughts?"

"Of course I want to go outside. ”

Although the video was a little blurry, Fang Xiaoyu's laughter still clearly reached Qin Jian's ears.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to try it at Huaguoyuan?"

"Huh?!" Fang Xiaoyu said in surprise, "Master, do you think I can?!"

"It's not impossible to work hard. ”

"Oh my God... I, I.. I. "Fang Xiaoyu was so excited that I couldn't stop it.

On the one hand, Qin Jian felt that it would be a pity if Fang Xiaoyu's talent stayed in the South Courtyard, and in the past few months, through the tutorials on Chris's piano beginner's guide, Qin Jian obviously saw the changes in Fang Xiaoyu's profession.

So on the other hand, he hopes that the other party will come here to enjoy a better platform, and at the same time, it will be more convenient for him to teach the other party.

But in the end, it depends on the other party's meaning.

"You can talk to the family, tell them what I said, and just say I think you're okay. ”

"Okay, okay, thank you, master!!I'll discuss this matter with them!"

"But you're going to have to work harder for the next two months. ”

"Definitely !!"

After assigning a new assignment to Fang Xiaoyu.

"Small fish. ”

"Hmm, master, you say. ”

moment

"It's fine. ”

"It's cold, take care of yourself, discuss with your family and ask your mother to call me. ”

"Don't worry, master!"

hung up the phone, but Qin Jian's thoughts hadn't been withdrawn from Bol.

"Hey. ”

It's messy, it's still messy as always.

..

After a long sigh, Qin Jian took out his mobile phone and sent a message.

Let it go: what are you doing?

A second later.

Three hundred pounds of smiles sent a new short message.

...

In the evening, as soon as Qin Jian closed the score of the magic flute, the two of them pushed open the door of the dormitory in a hurry.

"Did you guys play?

"Haha, it's really your loss that you didn't go today. ”

As soon as Wang Xiaoliang's voice fell, Chen Tang also came up: "Absolutely wonderful." ”

Originally, it was nothing, but this made Qin Jian interested: "What's the matter?"

"Today, Li Shasha confessed to Brother Feng in front of everyone, and Brother Feng's expression at that time made me laugh to death. ”

"The big scene of the year. ”

"The result?" Qin Jian was curious about the follow-up.

Wang Xiaoliang suddenly became serious, and then imitated Zheng Feng's usual tone: Okay. ”

At this moment, Zheng Feng walked into the dormitory with an awkward expression.

Qin Jian looked at the pink balloon in the other party's hand and snorted: "Strong!"

"Hahaha——————"

...

404 The long-lost laughter of the four lasted until the early hours of the morning.

"Sleep, sleep, we'll leave tomorrow morning. ”

"Brother Jie, are you excited?"

Refused to answer. ”

Midnight.

"Who hasn't slept yet?"

"Me. ”

"Me. ”

"Me. ”

"Hey, which of you has been to Haiyuan?"

"Nope. ”

"Nope. ”

"Qin Jian, what about you?"