"The name of the song is "Introduction and Rondo Caprice", why haven't you heard of it, could it be that she wrote it herself?"

Huang Mengmeng looked at the program list in her hand, and then shifted her attention to the woman on stage.

Shen Wuhuan, a woman who makes it difficult to divert her gaze at a glance.

She nodded back to the conductor and delicately placed the brown violin around her neck with a white cloth on her cheek rest (to absorb sweat).

Huang Mengmeng thought she was going to start playing, but she saw Shen Wuhuan's body swaying slightly, and the bow in her hand almost fell off.

There seemed to be someone on the field who had discovered the problem, but it was only for a moment, and Shen Wuhuan immediately stabilized the situation, it was just a very small problem, and no one cared too much about it.

Huang Mengmeng looked at her complexion carefully, it didn't look like she was sick.

"Maybe it's my delusion." Huang Mengmeng frowned.

The conductor waved the baton in his hand, and the introductory part began.

The string orchestra's accompaniment to the bass part began to rise, and then Shen Wuhuan played the main theme of the "introduction" part.

It was a tone of great grace and elegance, with a special melancholy tinge.

Like a lonely traveler on the road, and like a dim light cast on the stone road at night, standing under this light, you can only see your own shadow.

That feeling is called loneliness.

The weather-beaten mind felt a moment of peace at this moment.

The first thing Huang Mengmeng heard was not the special timbre brought by the violin in Shen Wuhuan's hand, but the humanistic spirit that had been precipitated for countless years in the song.

She had never heard such a song, and she had never imagined that anyone would be able to interpret this melancholy, gentleness, loneliness, and loneliness to such an extent.

After the melancholy phrase is repeated for two stanzas, two strings of fast-beating notes seem to sweep away all sorrow.

Quickly put all the listeners into the topic!

This rapid sweep is as chic as the old wind sweeping the fallen leaves, but it is like the mellow aroma of old wine in the throat, which makes people intoxicated to the point of being unable to extricate themselves.

Under the clear indication given by the band, the piano in Shen Wuhuan's hand seemed to have infinite divine power.

At the end of the introduction, there are enough hints to come out, it mobilizes the emotions of all the audience, and the high-pitched and loud voice vibrates everyone's heartstrings, making people ready for the beauty that is coming.

The conductor raised his hand suddenly, and the first full performance of the stringed instruments brought an extremely shocking effect, and then the sound of the whole concert became softer and lighter.

The sound of the violin in Shen Wuhuan's hand sounded, announcing that the piece had officially entered the rondo, Theme A.

The strong trills roared, it was like an epiphany after contemplation, but with a strong obsession, it made people's minds flash fragments of memory.

It seems that there are endless emotions constantly superimposed, and the heaviness of this emotion can overwhelm people!

Huang Mengmeng held her breath, she had never heard such a performance.

In her life, she thought she was one of several people standing at the top.

She is surrounded by world-renowned masters, but none of them can give her the feeling she feels today.

"Shen Wuhuan... Are you really human? ”

Huang Mengmeng was stunned, she couldn't control her actions.

That's when insert B appeared.

This interlude will appear twice in the piece, and she is the lightest and most joyful part of the piece.

The slightly playful playing style and the stringed instruments of the orchestra complement each other, bringing a different atmosphere.

It seems that classical music is no longer so serious that it cannot be appreciated by ordinary people.

The simple plucking of the strings by the orchestra members resembles the sun rising slowly over the sound of the violin.

And in the music played in Shen Wuhuan's hand, the world is dotted with bright golden spots, which is like a piece of sun flowers, facing the golden sun, smiling.

With the guidance of the tone, the structure is constantly changing.

The accompaniment of the string orchestra became more and more intense, as if accumulating momentum.

The sound and speed of the violin also gradually increased, and the sound became more and more high-pitched.

The moment when the momentum of the entire orchestra has accumulated to the peak!

It's time for the full ensemble!

The full performance of the brilliant string orchestra is like a giant cannon tearing apart the heavens and the earth, and the roar can only be described as shocking.

The charm of strings is on display at this moment.

An orchestra led by soloists and conductors pushed the momentum of the whole piece to the zenith!

Huang Mengmeng leaned her back tightly on the chair, she felt like falling into an ice cave, and she couldn't feel the slightest warmth up and down her body.

Such momentum, such music, such a woman.

What did she use to fight for her brother?

The things she was proud of were most vulnerable to the other party, and even her self-confidence was destroyed.

She thought that the other party was just a fox spirit with no ability.

However, it was as if she had been bombarded by something unknown.

At the same time, it also made her see the truth of the matter.

It's not that she doesn't work hard, there will always be such a person in this world who makes people look up to the mountains.

There is no end to the truth that a mountain is higher than a mountain.

Huang Mengmeng's heart was full of sadness at this time, her eyes echoed between her brother and Shen Wuhuan, and she found that her brother was staring at the score seriously at this time, as if he was paying attention to something.

His concentration was extremely focused, undisturbed by anyone, and the determination in his gaze was as strong as it had been yesterday.

Huang Mengmeng was suddenly confused, did she miscalculate?

Didn't Shen Wuhuan seduce him to let him join the orchestra?

So what is the truth of the matter?

She once again focused her attention on Shen Wuhuan.

But when the full section was in progress, Shen Wuhuan put down the violin, and the white cloth on the violin fell to the ground, she didn't reach out to pick it up, but just stood on the stage with a low face.

Scattered long hair was draped over her face, obscuring all her expressions.

It looks like a robot that has lost its energy supply, lost its source of life, and has become a dead thing.

"This is..."

Huang Mengmeng felt depressed, she felt that something bad seemed to have happened to Shen Wuhuan.

But she hated herself a little bit.

obviously wants to treat her as an enemy, why do you have to worry about her when you see her like that?

At the moment when she thought that Shen Wuhuan would fall down at any time.

Shen Wuhuan put the violin around his neck again.

Started playing.

Only this time it was not a collaboration with a band, but an ensemble with my brother.

The elder brother stood up from the chief's seat.

The two began to play face to face.

Smooth notes begin to splash freely.

Shocked everyone below, this is an unexpected performance!

"Okay, you, you were all disguised before, Shen Wuhuan, you are really hateful." Huang Mengmeng began to annoy herself for being soft-hearted.

But is Shen Wuhuan really pretending to be like that?

I'm afraid only she knows.