Cai Qingde stood on the podium and did not look at the members of the group first, but first turned to look at the reporters in the seats. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was an immediate silence in the field.

Sir Cai Qingde's prestige in Hong Kong is so prosperous that anyone will give him face, and the reporters present are all human beings, of course, they know how to measure.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our rehearsals will begin soon, and I would like to make a few requests before we begin."

Cai Qingde didn't talk nonsense, and immediately said his request.

"During the rehearsal, please keep as quiet as possible, don't talk to each other, don't make loud noises, cough and sneeze can be held back as much as possible, can't help but cover it with your hands and then hit, if the cold and flu are serious, don't participate in the next rehearsal, and please go to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment first, so as not to delay your health. Also, I don't want to hear a single click of the camera shutter other than the camera's work, and I don't want to see the flash still working. I hope that every journalist can strictly abide by the above rules, and if there is a violation, I will stop rehearsing and ask him out immediately. ”

Cai Qingde's tough wording did not attract complaints from reporters, he has such qualifications, not to mention that these reporters knew that today was a rehearsal site for classical music before they came. Although most of the reporters present did not specialize in classical music, they had already heard of the rules of appreciating classical music and were still able to accept it.

Don't talk about the slander in my heart, anyway, no one objected to Cai Qingde's request.

Raising his wrist and looking at his watch, Cai Qingde continued: "It's 3:01 p.m., and the next 5 minutes are the time for the orchestra to proofread, and the rehearsal will officially start after 5 minutes. The gate will be closed after the rehearsal has officially started, and no one will be allowed to enter or leave until the rehearsal is over. ”

After speaking, Cai Qingde turned around and went back and looked at the members of the group.

"Mr. Meng Lai, please finish your job."

After speaking, Cai Qingde stepped off the command platform, strode to Sun Yun's side and sat down.

On stage, Meng Lai is conducting the principal oboe and leading all the orchestra players to proofread the pitch of the whole orchestra, and a piano tuner is also busy on the stage.

……

Sun Yun sat there quietly, silent, and did not speak to Cai Qingde. His eyes were on the swaying figures on the stage, but his gaze was unfocused.

At this moment, it was as if time had gone back to the time when I gave my first solo concert at the age of sixteen. At that time, sitting next to him before the start of the performance was also Cai Qingde, a middle-aged Cai Qingde who had just pulled the festival orchestra out of the mire of the past and whose reputation was truly prosperous, and he was not a knight at that time. At that time, there was also such a group of shaking figures on the stage, and after the next hour and a half of performance, a genius pianist named "Sun Yun" was born, which shook the Xiangjiang classical music scene.

Those kinds of time...... It seems to overlap with the scene in front of you, and everything seems to be right in front of you, within reach. Sun Yun's hands on his lap moved slightly, as if ...... He tried to touch the sight in front of him, but then he stopped.

A shallow smile appeared at the corner of Sun Yun's mouth.

Five minutes later.

"Ah Yun, I'll go up first." Cai Qingde looked ahead, said softly, and then stood up.

"Hmm." Sun Yun nodded lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at the bright lights that had been lit up above the stage.

It seemed that he wanted to look back and say a few more words, but after standing still for a while, Cai Qingde didn't look back after all, he reached out and pressed Sun Yun's shoulder heavily, and Cai Qingde strode forward.

Behind him, Sun Yun also stood up.

……

The applause suddenly sounded when Cai Qingde invited Sun Yun out, like thunder, filling the entire rehearsal hall, accompanied by the shouts of reporters. Such a formation is almost no less than the appearance of those emperor superstars in Xiangjiang.

Meng Lai sat silently in the first place of the first row of seats belonging to the principal, almost maddened with jealousy. Even after he returned with first prize at the Sibelius International Violin Competition in Helsinki, he never received such a welcome and applause from his fans.

Sun Yun, why?

All this should belong to me and to me!

Meng Lai only knew that Sun Yun was an excellent senior performer, and after listening to the record, he also admitted that Sun Yun was excellent, but when Meng Lai debuted, Sun Yun had fallen silent, and Meng Lai did not know what Sun Yun meant to the Xiangjiang classical music scene.

For the Hong Kong classical music scene and the Hong Kong media, the name Sun Yun represents almost an era - the most glorious era of Hong Kong classical music. At that time, Cai Qingde and Sun Yun, the old and young, dominated the world music scene, leaving countless exciting moments. In particular, Sun Yun was born in the year of his weak crown, and in the past 20 years, he has traveled all over the world and received countless praises and dozens of record awards. It is precisely from Sun Yun's countless outstanding and perfect performances that the world classical music scene has realized that the talent of Chinese people in classical music is no less than that of Europeans and Americans, and Xiangjiang, a small land nicknamed "cultural desert", has since had a cultural symbol that is proud enough to be proud of.

It was an era when Hong Kong's classical music was recognized by the world, and when I think of this, veteran music fans will be moved to tears.

In the Xiangjiang classical music scene, Sun Yun is the symbol of the Xiangjiang classical music scene.

Therefore, no matter what Sun Yun's performance status is, and whether all the reporters will turn around and lash out at Sun Yun after the rehearsal, this applause and shout at this moment is completely out of the heartfelt respect for Sun Yun by these reporters present. Especially those reporters who specialize in the line of classical music, almost everyone is shouting desperately, and the three initiators of this "offensive" are also sitting there shouting loudly at the moment.

This point, how can Meng Lai, a descendant boy, be compared!

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Sun Yun bowed slightly, thanked all the reporters for their respect and support, and then sat down steadily.

Immediately, the stage and the audience became silent almost simultaneously, and all eyes were on the middle-aged man sitting on the piano bench with his eyes half-closed.

Sun Yun stretched out his hands, gently placed them on the black and white keys, and slowly stroked them one key at a time. The tentacles of the piano keys carried a slight coolness, which made Sun Yun's heart, which was still a little anxious, gradually calm down.

Before his eyes opened, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Sun Yun's mouth again.

Everyone on and off the stage waited quietly, no one made any movement, and no one tried to urge Sun Yun. Even Meng Lai, a sworn enemy, did not want to disturb the picture in front of him of a musician quietly communicating with an instrument.

In addition to the painstaking peers, Meng Lai is also an excellent performer, he knows.

After a long time, Sun Yun opened his eyes, looked up at Cai Qingde standing on the command platform, and nodded lightly. At this moment, Sun Yun's heart has completely calmed down, and since the rehearsal began, for the first time in a month, Sun Yun's heart has really calmed down completely.

Ye Zi put on the monitor headphones again, lit up the red recording button, and the opening recorder rotated.

Cai Qingde's right hand raised the baton, and his left hand was raised at the same time, his eyes swept over all the members of the orchestra, and then the baton in his right hand was gently raised, and both hands waved vigorously.

The brilliant introduction of "Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1" sounded shockingly at the moment when Cai Qingde's hands waved it hard. (To be continued.) )