Seeing Qin Jian stand up, Xia Dong turned around.

His gaze swept over the orchestra, "Twenty-four third movement." ”

The voice fell, and after about three seconds, after all the musicians had signaled to him OK with their eyes, his baton was lightly tapped.

The orchestra sounded again.

As soon as the gray and soft string ensemble sounded, the whole hall was left with the sound of music.

.....

It happened almost instantaneously.

After He Jing was briefly surprised, his eyes drifted to the piano with the figure standing up in the first row of seats.

Qin Jian sat in front of the piano, accompanied by the familiar orchestra and the familiar taste of Mozart.

Although he had never touched Mozart again since returning from Tokyo, he seemed to find that feeling again under the stage lights.

Just a moment when he raised his hand, the temperament of the whole person became different.

Calmly, a little bit of melancholy spreads from the inside out, from the center of the stage.

"Handsome. ”

"It's so feeling. ”

"I heard he was only eighteen. ”

"Loved, loved~~~~"

“....”

Perfectly stepping on the rhythm of the orchestra, Qin Jian pressed the first note.

Then a series of smooth jumps jumped out of the castanets of Steinway like pearls falling on a jade plate.

The volume of each note seems to have been modified a second degree, but it leaves no trace.

As soon as the piano sound came out, Xia Dong subconsciously glanced at Qin Jian and narrowed his eyes.

"It's only been less than a month, and my wrist control has improved a lot. ”

Xia Dong was secretly worried in his heart, and couldn't help sighing.

"It seems that after the game, this kid didn't rest. ”

...

The fat man is not Xia Dong, he can't hear the doorway in the sound of the piano.

He just simply felt that Qin Jian played well, and it was good not to accept any rebuttal.

Just then, a faint scent came from one side to the tip of his nose.

Then a crisp voice came softly.

"Zhao Yu. ”

The fat man turned his face sideways with an "ah" and found a familiar figure sitting beside him.

"He, hello Mr. He. ”

Looking at the smile on He Jing's face, the fat man suddenly looked like he had returned to school, and he was a little nervous for a while.

"Can you tell me what's going on now?" He Jing smiled as he looked into the fat man's eyes.

"Uh..."

The fat man nodded ignorantly, and carefully explained what Qin Jian had explained.

"Thank you. ”

He Jing said, and his gaze fell to the piano again.

On stage, Qin Jian listened carefully to the overall sound of the music while playing.

With the accompaniment of the orchestra, he found that the sound of the piano was still a little difficult to transmit.

Probably because the sound dome was placed a little far forward, causing the sound of the percussion and bass strings in the middle of the stage to converge and reflect back to the auditorium after hitting the sound dome and suppressing the volume of the piano.

In order to ensure that the piano part is at the same level as the volume of the orchestra, his finger falling power has increased by 3 to 4 percent compared to usual.

Gradually, Xia Dong seems to have discovered this problem.

The conductor and the piano looked at each other, and both found the same idea in each other's gazes.

The moment Qin Jian raised his hand, Xia Dong waved his hand.

The stage fell silent for a moment.

In a daze under the stage, Xia Dong stepped down from the podium and looked up at the sound cover above his head, "The sound cover is too small." ”

"This is already the largest sound cover that Nanshi can find," Qin Jian got up and walked to Xia Dong's side, "Look?"

"It's okay, in this case, the position of the orchestra's voice will have to be moved," Xia Dong said and looked at the sides of the stage.

Moment.

Turning his head and shouting at the percussion section, "Erquan, lift the timpani behind the woodwind group." ”

"Okay, brother. ”

Wen Chen, the brass part moved back and then moved the position of the two music tables. ”

"Yes. ”

"Yueyue, you three basses move to the left. ”

"Brother Dong, is it okay to move here?"

"Move it again, move it behind the second mention. ”

"Wen Chen, the trombone and the French horn swapped places. ”

With Xia Dong's instructions, the stage was completely moved, and the audience watched with relish, such a rehearsal scene is not common even in the conservatory.

Qin Jian watched from the sidelines, quietly thinking about the mystery.

"Qin Jian, open the piano wheel lock. ”

"Huh?"

"The position of the piano has to be moved, too. ”

"Good!"

Qin Jian squatted under the back leg of the grand piano, opened the wheel lock with a 'click', and his eyes fell to the stage when he got up.

He Jingzheng looked at herself with a smile on her face.

Qin Jian grinned.

He got up and clapped his hands, and then opened the two outer locks.

"Here, push the piano over. Xia Dong said and the principal violin carried the conductor away.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't want the command platform, take up space. ”

As the piano moved to the front of the center of the stage, Xia Dong retreated to the edge of the stage, and finally looked around at the new layout of the stage, and nodded to himself, "Come on, try again." ”

"Xia Zhi, the protagonist is here. ”

"Huh?" Xia Dong turned around as soon as the baton was retracted, and smiled, "That's just right." ”

Qin Jian stretched out his hand and waved at He Jing's chin, and then applauded lightly.

Then the fat man also puffed up when he saw this.

Inexplicably, the entire hall applauded.

...

Although there were still some small links in He Jing's heart that she hadn't figured out, as Qin Jian stretched out her hand, she was no longer willing to think about it.

Got up and took off his denim jacket, in the midst of a shouting whistle.

Take to the stage.

...

on stage.

"How did you get your eyes?" Face to face, Qin Jian found that He Jing's eyes were a little red and swollen, and his left eyebrow couldn't help but be raised.

"Crying. ”

He Jing's simple and neat answer made Qin Jian a little unsure of how to answer for a while, but this was not the time to whisper.

Said in the evening. ”

Moment.

Qin Jian turned around and made an introduction.

"The stage is up to you. ”

With that, he jumped off the stage in two steps and returned to his seat.

...

"Good work, Natsu Finger. ”

"It should. ”

The two shook hands gently.

"Then let's start," Xia Dong said, "If you have any problems or needs, stop at any time, everyone is your own." ”

"Thank you. ”

He Jing turned around and bowed to the orchestra, walked to the piano and sat down

adjusted the height of the piano bench, loosened the cuffs of his shirt, and then nodded to Xia Dong.

"Phu II. ”

The next moment, the audience was silent.

With Xia Dong waving down his hands.

The neat plucking of the string ensemble leaps out of the stage.

Offstage.

Listening to the sound waves of no longer fighting, Qin Jian, who was sitting on the back of the chair, gradually relaxed his heart.

It's just that everything on the stage in front of me is getting more and more blurred.

After a few seconds, his field of vision grew smaller and smaller.

Eventually, the sight went into total darkness.

It was as if everything in the hall next was no longer relevant to him.

Fall asleep.

......

......

Three hours later.

Qin Jian slowly opened his eyes, and there was silence around him.

He stared blankly at the empty stage, got up and pushed away the coat that covered him.

"Have you slept well?" At this moment, a soft greeting came from the side.

Qin Jian swallowed a somewhat dry throat and turned his head, "How's it going?"

...

"Surprisingly good. ”

"Thank you. ”

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