Orchestra intermission.

Shen Wuhuan took this opportunity to check the score of "Winter Overture", and she wanted to see what the third movement looked like.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

The third movement depicts the tragedy of welcoming the heavy winter snow.

Sadness and tragedy are different degrees of describing the same feeling.

The latter is significantly more difficult to deduce.

Each of the three movements of this winter overture represents three different moods, and in the third movement, it is the most important performance, so a short intermission is needed to relieve the fatigue.

It's not hard to imagine.

But Shen Wuhuan simply didn't have any confidence in this halftime.

Even sadness can't be interpreted well, how can it be deduced tragic?

"Why little girl, do you feel that classical music is different from what you imagined?"

The old man on the side came to talk to Shen Wuhuan again.

Shen Wuhuan really wanted to fight back with three white eyes, what is different about this, this can't be called an ensemble anymore...

"Well, it feels a little different."

Shen Wuhuan's perfunctory remark made the old man laugh.

"You young people just can't feel the beauty of classical music, but it's good that you can spend money to buy tickets to come in, you see those empty seats, most of them are free tickets, but people don't come to see them for free, it's really a terrible thing."

The old man became depressed as he spoke.

Shen Wuhuan was puzzled, the old man said that he came to listen to every performance, and that must have feelings for the orchestra.

That means that this band can't always be like this, otherwise how can there be such die-hard fans?

And looking at his appearance, he is just a hobbyist, not a professional, and he is not sensitive to details.

Of course, it is also related to the frailty of age, and hearing will decline as you get older.

"In the early years, was the music played by this orchestra much stronger than it is now?"

Facing Shen Wuhuan's question, the old man touched his chin and thought for a while: "Indeed, in the early years, the whole orchestra was still very infectious, but it has begun to decline in the last year or two, which may also have something to do with Professor Wu's age, and he should also reach the age of retirement." ”

Although the old man's words didn't get to the point, the information implied in them contributed to Shen Wuhuan's inference.

It's just that inference is always inference, and Shen Wuhuan still has to verify it.

She sat down on the Diaoyutai and decided to continue listening.

Here comes the third movement.

However, as Shen expected, the short intermission did not bring the orchestra members back to their best.

Shen Wuhuan clearly saw that several players were retching caused by excessive nervousness.

This is a symptom that can only occur when there is a great lack of playing experience or when there is a lot of stress.

Of course, Shen Wuhuan didn't know that Li Hai called Professor Wu behind her back.

The members of the orchestra have long known about Shen Wuhuan's coming to listen to the concert today.

It's inevitable that this kind of emotion will arise.

After all, they don't know what Shen Wuhuan's people are, but they also know that she is the first professor who has appeared in the "National Art Newspaper", and the level is too different.

Staying nervous during a performance is the same as keeping an athlete nervous on a track and field field.

But excessive tension can only be counterproductive.

At the beginning, there was a mistake in the orchestra cooperation.

"It's slow," Shen Wuhuan said softly.

Then the melody of the first minor begins to lose shape, and it seems that it is all deviated by the second place.

The sour tone was appalling.

Shen Wuhuan even gasped directly.

The principal violin looked helpless, but the performance had to continue.

However, the third movement itself is tragic, and his current mood is tragic enough, and the effect of the performance is surprisingly good.

But no matter how good it is, it can't stand the whole orchestra from turning into a mess of sand.

The timbre of the violin is surrounded by a variety of loud and chaotic instruments, and it is only hell that it can produce results.

This state no longer requires any professional knowledge to hear the question, and Shen Wuhuan has even heard the people in the audience behind him start to whisper something.

"What's wrong, this is?" The old man next to him was even more dumbfounded.

Shen Wuhuan quietly watched the farce on the field.

Even so, the conductor was still indifferent?

It's not a question of competence anymore.

Professor Wu was still waving his arms vigorously on the stage, but the performers below still did not improve in the slightest.

Even the chief gave up continuing to command, and it was like a broken jar.

What the hell is going on?

......

When the performance was over, Shen Wuhuan and the three of them left the concert hall directly, the old man was still sitting on the chair for a long time and was reluctant to leave, she glanced back at him, turned around and left.

Xia Mengxue said: "I'll go, I've seen it for a long time, is this the orchestra raised by the state?" It's so bad that it's the first time I've seen someone who can play "Winter Overture" as "Circus of Joy". ”

"Yi Yi is asleep, and she can't lift her energy." Yi Yi rubbed his eyes and leaned on Shen Wuhuan's arm.

Shen Wuhuan ignored the two of them, and when he walked out of the passage, he saw the appearance of those "family members" and the performers.

Obviously, these players are not in a good mood at this time, and they do not show an indifferent posture, which means that the performance just now is definitely not intentional.

"Oh... It turned out that they were all their family members, so few people came back from this performance? ”

Xia Mengxue hugged Shen Wuhuan's shoulders, and her tone was a little frivolous.

"Well, it should be."

"It's good that we took a look, otherwise if we really work with this kind of orchestra, something will happen, right, Yiyi." Xia Mengxue let go of Shen Wuhuan and ran to the side to tease Yiyi.

"Sister Xue, can you stop teasing me like this, I'm 18 years old, and you still treat me like a child."

"No way, who made our family Yiyi look so cute." Xia Mengxue said and went to pinch Yi Yi's little round face.

"Painful ......"

"Oh oh, it hurts, just come to incense."

"Don't, saliva..."

Yi Yi and Xia Mengxue's fight did not distract Shen Wuhuan's attention.

Because she saw Professor Wu.

He was followed by the chief violinist, who looked extraordinarily respectful and never overstepped him, always falling behind Professor Wu.

Something strange has finally happened.

Professor Wu's response to the voice is always half a beat slow, and when others greet him, he has to react for a long time before replying.

Until this moment, Shen Wuhuan finally made up his mind.

She said softly, "I have decided to join this orchestra." ”

"Huh?"

"Meow?"

Xia Mengxue and Yi Yi, who were fighting, were frightened by Shen Wuhuan's cold words.

"Wait, don't scare me, what are you doing with such a orchestra?"

At this moment, Professor Wu and Shen Wuhuan passed by.

Shen Wuhuan replied slowly: "Go and save the world!" ”