As soon as Qin Jian walked into the main building of the concert hall, he heard the unison of timpani and strings.

"Good momentum. ”

Muttering, he quickened his pace.

Walking into the theater from the side door, under the bright stage, after Chen Tangjie's figure, he saw Ning Qianxia and Pamina lying on the ground for the first time, and there were three maids standing next to the two.

Ning Qianxia held a dagger in his hand and began to sing loudly.

Qin Jian also sat quietly in the dim last row, he didn't notice Li Sanli not far away, and Li Sanli didn't notice her.

On the stage, Ning Qianxia showed her flowery soprano.

Judging from the cooperation between the live orchestra and her, Qin Jian was still particularly surprised.

The effect and level exceeded his expectations, and the sound quality was much better than the video Chen Tangjie sent him.

But in the final analysis, Ning Qianxia sings well.

The orchestra still didn't handle enough in some meticulous places, and it can be seen from the little traces exposed by Ning Qianxia's occasional need to control the rhythm of the words that she is consciously following the orchestra.

But that's a bit of putting the cart before the horse, and it's supposed to be the orchestra supporting her in this excerpt.

Qin Jian memorized the two details just now.

“so—bist—du”

Just when Ning Qianxia sang this section, she could hear that she consciously did a crescendo, which is also the crescendo expression that the actor needs to do when singing here.

In the two thirds of the three syllables corresponding to the three ascending quarter notes, the chord notes laid down by the string group should be weaker to highlight the singer's so syllable, but the orchestra did not do it, not only did the volume eat the so syllable, but the natural jumping bow of the violin part that came in the du syllable did not reach a uniform frequency.

This made Ning Qianxia's lead note in the next bar fluctuate a little, but she still quickly adjusted.

This doesn't sound like much to the uninitiated, but the insider knows it's something the orchestra hasn't dealt with properly.

Old man Li Sanli was also very unhappy between his eyebrows and eyes, especially when he was extremely satisfied with Ning Qianxia's singing, it was her granddaughter who was in charge of the entire string part.

Chen Tangjie and Li Shasha glanced at each other helplessly, and neither of them could blame anyone for this place.

Not to mention the difficulty of the string group, Chen Tangjie also has the effect of scheduling all the voice sounds.

And there are more than many mistakes in this paragraph, which has become a common psychological shadow for the two.

In the end, Chen Tangjie reluctantly put his hand away, and everyone stopped holding it, and the stage fell silent.

He looked apologetically at Ning Qianxia on the side, "I'm sorry." ”

Ning Qianxia smiled and shook her head, she knew that this was not Tang Jie's problem alone, "It's okay, we still have time, let's come again." ”

I could hear that her reassuring tone was serious.

"Sister Xia Xia, take a break, you've been singing for an afternoon, and we'll practice by ourselves for a while. ”

Li Shasha said, and the members of the string group also said.

"Yes, Sister Xia, go down and sit down for a while. ”

At this moment, there was a round of applause from the audience.

The crowd looked.

In the next second, the stage suddenly exploded.

"I'm going!The president is back!!"

"Brother Key!!

"President's !!"

Under the shouts of everyone, the people in the audience also saw Qin Jian's tall figure walking towards the stage, and they all whispered.

Qin Jian walked onto the stage amid a crowd.

Several elders on the stage all breathed a sigh of relief, as if as long as Qin Jian came back, there would be no problem that could not be solved.

Chen Tangjie walked up and said a little dejectedly: "Hey, I'm sorry, but that's all there is to it." ”

Qin Jian patted him on the shoulder: "It's a good lineup Tang Jie, thank you, leave the rest to me." ”

Tang Jie hummed, handed the baton to Qin Jian, and sighed with relief: "It's good that you're back, I can finally go back and blow my voice." With that, he sat back down in his familiar position with the clarinet.

Qin Jian turned his face to the side, and Ning Qianxia was looking at him quietly.

"Good work. Qin Jian knew that if there was no other party, the scenes behind the magic flute during his absence would not be arranged at all.

Ning Qianxia smiled when she heard this, but she didn't answer, "Come back and talk about this problem, let's continue, time is running out." ”

Similarly, Qin Jian came back, and her heart was put down.

Qin Jian nodded, "But you better go down and rest for a while, I'll solve the orchestra problem first." With that, he took off his coat and looked around to see where there was no clothes.

Holding the coat, his gaze returned to the other party's face, and after thinking about it, he decided to go down and put the clothes himself.

Ning Qianxia stretched out his hand and took the clothes in mid-air, and said flatly: "When have you seen this level outside?" With that, he took his clothes and got off the stage.

Ning Qianxia's voice was not loud, Qin Jian coughed lightly, adjusted his state and turned around and walked onto the command platform.

In front of everyone, he clapped his hands and said solemnly: "All the rest of the voices rest, and the percussion parts come first." ”

As he spoke, he raised his baton, and the momentum on his body immediately emerged, enveloping the entire stage.

There was silence on the stage, and Li Sanli nodded in the audience.

Zheng Feng suddenly became a little nervous, and he hurriedly adjusted his breathing.

In the end, he gave Qin Jian an affirmative look.

In an instant, Qin Jian's baton slashed through the air in a semicircle and fell violently.

Zheng Feng concentrated, and began to count the beats in his heart as the moment fell.

Everyone in the audience seemed to have seen a strange scene, the people on the podium were concentrating on waving the baton, but the scene was quiet, and the conductor was like directing the air.

Suddenly.

"Knock knock!!"

Two timpani sounded the moment the baton fell again.

The drums sound out loud and look out for the baton's movements.

Then, after four and a half beats, "Knock——— knock!"

A short, light and weak drum sounded again, and the conductor's range of movements suddenly increased.

Ning Qianxia blinked softly in the audience.

On the stage, the smart man had already taken the score and looked at his own vocal passages against Qin Jian's command.

A 96-bar aria, the timpani appears only in a few places at the beginning and end.

The rest of the time is spent in silence.

The same is true for percussionists in a symphony orchestra, sometimes a work only needs a sound at the end, but from the beginning they have to start counting the beats.

Experienced percussionists will listen and listen to the melodies of other voices to determine their own playing timing.

But Zheng Feng didn't have much rehearsal experience for big repertoire, and secondly, there was no other voice for him to learn from at the moment.

So he could only look at Qin Jian's gestures and count them with his heart.

At the moment when Qin Jian suddenly raised his hand, he struck two long and weak blows in a row, followed by a rolling performance that lasted for a beat and a half.

On the third beat when he stopped the drum skin, he saw Qin Jian's big hand firmly waved and closed.

The baton stopped at the beginning position, and Qin Jian's figure returned to the original preparatory action.

Two seconds later, Qin Jian let out a long breath and slowly lowered his hand.

The audience was silent.

At this time, Zheng Feng raised his hand to wipe his sweat, fortunately there was no mistake in his heart, he had only heard of this game before, but the level of excitement definitely exceeded his imagination.

Qin Jian gave him an affirmative look.

Then he looked around at the crowd and focused on a few of the voices.

"Next group, which voice is coming?"

His voice was calm.

For a while, a few sound ministers look at me, I look at you, but no one squeaks.