After lunch, Wang Xiaoliang and Xiaocute cleaned up the battlefield, and the rest of the people returned to the stage.

The stage had been arranged by Huang Cheng as a rockery in front of the mountain temple half a month ago, and it was arranged strictly according to the description on the requirements of the script.

At first glance, it does have a bit of a magical scene flavor.

Li Shasha handed the command platform to Ning Qianxia, "Sister Qianxia, the baton is back to you." ”

Everyone returned to their seats.

The next second

The prelude to the repertoire sounds.

The day's rehearsal began in earnest.

After the first pass of the first act.

"21 minutes and 27 seconds. ”

Wang Xiaoliang shouted loudly in the audience, and the little cutie wrote down the time on the side.

After the second pass of Act I.

"23 minutes and 49 seconds, Wang Lin, you should pay attention to the look of surprise in your eyes when you walk out from behind the rockery. ”

Wang Xiaoliang shouted again, in the past two months, he has studied countless versions of the magic flute, although he cannot participate in the performance and singing, but he also participates in the stage in his own way.

After a short break.

"Go on. ”

Ning Qianxia returned to the command platform again.

Although the current stage has exceeded her initial expectations, she still feels that something is missing.

She couldn't tell where she was, and there was no problem with the orchestra coming individually, including the actors and choir for each role.

But when they come together, they feel indescribable.

It's like a palette that doesn't fit together

She also consulted Huang Cheng and Li Shuang about this, and one night she followed Li Shasha to visit the strange old man.

But what she got was more theoretical knowledge, and when it came to the specific operation of the rehearsal, the theory was like a train that broke away from the running track and rushed into the unknown.

"Qianxia, everyone has been rehearsed very well, I watched their rehearsal of "Women's Heart" when I passed by the Sichuan Music Academy last week, the orchestra they use is a school-level orchestra, the level is naturally needless to say, the main actors are also composed of Li Zengyue teacher with his own proud protégé, she you know, but they also have this feeling of separation. ”

"In fact, there is more or less this problem in domestic operas, whether it is culture or language, this is not our thing, so if you blindly imitate it, it will be even more counterproductive, you think about it. ”

Li Shuang's words Ning Qianxia agreed, and as a professional, she knew that just breaking the language barrier was a difficult thing, let alone the orchestra.

She sees everyone's rapid growth, but compared with various school-level orchestras, it is obvious that the gap between two months has not been shortened too much.

While cheering everyone on, she knew very well what kind of role she would face in a few days.

The countdown is getting shorter and shorter, and Ning Qianxia is getting more and more anxious.

Li Shasha can return the baton to herself, easily return to her original position, and devote herself to playing.

Who can you give the baton to?

It's been two days, and the guy still hasn't moved.

Ning Qianxia sighed faintly, and as the orchestra stopped again, she wiped the fine sweat on her forehead, "Let's rest for a while." ”

...

And so on and so on until the rehearsal into the evening.

Seeing that everyone was already exhausted, Ning Qianxia planned to finish early today, she knew that if she rehearsed like this, even if she practiced until tomorrow morning, there would be no progress, so it was better to let everyone go back and rest early.

"One last time, it's over today. ”

There was no cheering joy on stage, the musicians silently picked up their instruments, and the actors quietly returned to their places.

Ning Qianxia raised her hand and looked at Li Shasha for a moment, and gently waved her hand.

The string orchestra led by Li Shasha descended in unison.

Just as her gaze returned to the score, a tall shadow appeared in the dimly lit door of the rehearsal hall, beside which it looked like a suitcase.

Li Shasha couldn't help grinning, and her subordinates waving the piano bowed harder.

...

The sound of gorgeous and exquisite strings fills every corner of the hall, flowing like a clear source of water, refreshing the heart and soothing the fatigue of travelers.

Qin Jian gently made it to the last row, quietly admiring this scene on the stage.

The Magic Flute Act I, the performer is his Figaro Spring.

It's really good, Qin Jian watched the performance, and secretly applauded everyone in his heart.

exceeded his expectations, both in the orchestra and in the vocal staff.

Although there are still various flaws in the whole when you look at the whole without the part, this is enough.

Twenty-three minutes passed quickly, and before the music ended, Qin Jian's gaze fell on the figure in the center of the stage.

"Good work. ”

Secretly, Qin Jian applauded in silence and walked to the stage.

The crowd looked at them in amazement.

When I saw the figure in front of the stage, the whole concert hall was boiling.

"Damn...am I hallucinating..."

"You don't!"

"The president is back!!!"

"Qin Jian, Lao Tzu wants to kill you!!"

"President's !!"

"President's !!!!"

A startled voice called Qin Jian onto the stage.

Ning Qianxia looked at the figure in front of him in a complicated way, he hadn't seen him for two months, and the temperament on the other party seemed to have changed a little, and the stubble on his chin that hadn't been cleaned up made him look a little more mature, "When did you come in?"

Qin Jian said: "When I came in, I just saw you waving your hand. ”

"It's not as good as the afternoon row, we've been sitting here for a day," Ning Qianxia sighed, "But it's not so good, but everyone has done their best..."

Qin Jian raised his hand to interrupt the other party, and said seriously, "It's really very, very good, even better than I imagined." ”

Ning Qianxia looked at Qin Jian's eyes, and for a moment, she didn't see anything more than sincerity, so she handed over the baton in her hand: "Then I'll leave the rest to you." ”

"Leave it to me next," Qin Jian took the baton, "It's been a hard two months. ”

Ning Qian Xia Waner smiled, "Just remember my record." ”

After saying that, she turned around and sat back on the stage, looking at the moment when Qin Jian really stood on the stage, she felt a strong sense of exhaustion coming from her body and mind.

on stage.

Qin Jian looked at every smiling face and said apologetically: "Everyone has worked hard. ”

Everyone laughed, some people said that they wanted Qin Jian's autographed record, some people said that they wanted the president to invite everyone to eat hot pot, and they said everything, but no one shouted hard work.

"Let's go down and discuss these, after watching everyone's performance just now, I want to ask a question" Qin Jian paused, "Who is here to complete this opera, raise your hand and let me see." ”

The crowd raised their hands.

"Very well, I won't tell the synopsis of the story. ”

Qin Jian's waving baton walked back and forth on the stage a few times, as if he was thinking about something.

Moment.

"So who can tell me what kind of story the Magic Flute tells?"