PS: Because I wrote it in one go, I didn't divide it into developments. It is recommended that you use Kugou Music to search for "Sephiroth" when watching this chapter, download the 6 minutes and 7 seconds rock version, and watch it while listening to it - because the widow is a single song that loops this song and writes it~~ It's been so long, and it's still the theme song of the cute Sadian ~~

The dandelion was scratching its ears and cheeks in front of foreigners, but it was stumbling, and now when she saw Yang Qi standing on the command platform, she immediately screamed loudly like a cat stepping on its tail: "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to stand on the command platform? Hurry up and get out of here!"

To be able to say the word "roll" is really incredible for a musician, and it seems that he is also in a hurry. Looking at the hysterical look, sure enough, this dandelion has no musician cultivation. He just didn't dare to shout at outsiders, he only dared to shout at his own people. In short: the nest is horizontal.

To stand out for such a person?

Hehe, don't be funny!

"You don't have to be unconvinced, if you can't do it, you really can't. "Yang Qi didn't plan to save face for him at all, he didn't plan to save face for anyone. Recently, I have been holding back a nameless fire in my heart, and I finally can't help but vent when I come here today. So he condescended and said in a cold tone: "The performance just now is very bad, it just stinks! With your level, it is truly incredible to be able to stand on this podium." ”

"You ——!" Dandelion was so angry that his hair was about to explode: "You little thing......"

"Shut up!" A scolding scolded, completely pressing him back, Yang Qi was not in the mood to say anything more to a dandelion: "Stay quietly on the side!" He looked around at the symphony orchestra in front of him, and the advantage of stepping on the dandelion just now was that all the musicians naturally focused their attention on him. So he clapped his hands and said unquestionably, "Everyone's attention." This paragraph. It has to be varied. ”

"Variations?" said the Chinese musicians. Foreigners don't know why. Some people were unconvinced: "This is an international famous song, and countless performances are like this, how can it be changed?"

In song, the symphony is very important, but in the final analysis, it is the accompaniment, in order to highlight the singer. The quality and timbre of the singer are not the same, so they naturally need different methods of accompaniment. Yang Qi casually flipped through the general score for the conductor, and there were a lot of notes written on the shop. It seems that the dandelion wrote it, and it was all "speeding up" or something.

"Quicken up? Yang Qi put the score together, and at the same time raised his head to look at all the musicians: "Don't let the singer go along with the music, let the singer and the musician resonate and blend." As for this period of the Queen of the Night Aria, the version just now is full of a kind of bargaining and petty family atmosphere, which is not of grade. ”

"The little family is angry?!" Everyone instantly shouted, and some people shouted unconvinced: "Where is the little family angry? If you feel that you are angry, you will come by yourself!"

"Okay, I'll do it again, you listen carefully. "Yang Qi is not polite, and he is not stage frightened. With a wave, Wei Donglin urged someone to get a piano up. Wei Donglin didn't have a bottom. Yang Qi's casual behavior just now caught him off guard, and when he went to scold Dandelion, Wei Donglin's eyes were about to pop out. But at this time, he can only grit his teeth and hold on to the end, no matter how Yang Qi steps on people, he is always a member of the Chinese side. His strength is actually the gospel of China. So, I hope Yang Qi can surprise him!

It's just that although there is also a version of the aria with piano accompaniment, how much effect can it come out? What tricks can be made? At this time, you must not mess up, and you must calm the scene!

In the midst of the head-to-ear discussion, Yang Qi sat in front of the piano and put his hand on the keys. I played two notes at random and tried the piano, and the sound of the piano was cold and extravagant, Steinway Triangle, good piano.

Yang Qi raised his hand slightly, hanging ten fingers. As he lifted his fingers, everyone fell silent based on the basic etiquette of a musician. Whether they accept it or not, watch the excitement or hate it, at this time, everyone is quietly waiting for the answer given by Yang Qi.

So, Yang Qi dropped his fingers, and the corners of his mouth had a hint of unruly curvature.

The nameless fire in my heart finally found the best outlet.

Boom, the first sound, is a powerful sonata in the bass range. After the first voice sounded, a strong shock wave spread in all directions, and it was a kind of spiritual shock, as if all the moments were pulled into the vast wasteland under the dark night, and they were baptized by infinite loneliness.

"This!" Just one sound, someone opened their mouths, dumbfounded. No one could have imagined that just a hand-picked voice could have such a powerful expression.

Speeding up? Haha, it's the opposite of the same thing! What we need here is by no means speeding up, but slowing down appropriately. Slow down the pace, increase the capacity, and make this section of the relationship deeper and more cathartic!

The aria of the queen of the night is the angry cry of the queen of the night, and it must not be made into a shrew scolding the street. And the mentality of the Queen of the Night, the majesty of the Queen of the Night, and the character of the Queen of the Night, no one knows better than me!

Yang Qi's mind turned, and his fingers bounced with it. The left hand, the powerful and heavy striking in the bass area, is like a thunderbolt rolling in the far air of the infinite night. The right hand bounces back and forth at incredible speed in the treble area, bursting out with a dazzling extreme technique. Like countless elves dancing in the night, this is the family of the night and the slave of the queen of the night.

"Ghost, ghost, ghost!!" others really shouldn't make a sound when they played, but Wei Donglin really couldn't help it. In the melody of Yang Qi's right hand, he clearly heard the feeling of Liszt's etude "Ghost Fire". Ghost Fire, known as Mount Everest, which is the difficulty of piano music, is only a handful of people in the whole world who can play this tune.

And Yang Qi, now he just regards the ghost fire as an interlude, a foil mixed in the main theme!

The resounding of the bass, the dancing of the treble, the infinite notes reverberated through the hall, washing everyone's ears and hearts, and then gradually working together. The sound of the bass was so shocking that it hit the rhythm of the beating heart one by one—the family of the night is marching! This is like a march of the family of the night, and everyone seems to see it, and countless family members of the night have come out of the dark wilderness, answering the call of the queen, and constantly gathering!

This piece of music. Not at all part of the aria of the Queen of the Night. But everyone was completely stunned. Even the red-haired woman on the second floor stood up involuntarily. His eyes widened and his brows furrowed, and he was engrossed in the music. Something in this music was hitting her heart.

In the world of the vast night described in this piano music, Yang Qi gradually stopped showing off his skills, but only played the irresistible rhythm. It's like an earthquake, like a tsunami, and everyone is caught in the same rhythm.

Then, Yang Qi shouted: "Cello, come in!"

Thereupon. All the cellists involuntarily began to pull the bows. The cello's deep voice played exactly the tune it was supposed to be, but in this rhythm, it completely changed. It's as if there are more surging black rivers in the world of night, making a qiē vivid.

Then, Yang Qi shouted again: "French horn, come in!"

So, the horn player puffed up his cheeks and blew the heavy instrument in his hand desperately. In the world of night, there are towering rocky mountains in an instant, which makes people take away their bodies and minds.

"Clarinet. Flute, come in!"

Thereupon. The world of night is full of twisted dead branches and strange woods, and the ghostly fires and evil spirits that roam the woods can hunt down any living who trespass into them.

"Violin, come in! all come in!"

So, with the terrible howling of the wind and the mysterious sorrow, the world of the night was perfected at once.

The piano was not a permanent member of the orchestra at all, and its timbre was too striking for ensembles. But before the Baroque era, the piano actually played the role of "conductor" today. At that time, the pianist used his own sound to lead the direction of the whole orchestra. However, as the symphony became more diverse and complex, the piano was no longer up to the task.

But today, Yang Qi uses the piano to bring together more than 100 members of a large symphony orchestra, wrapping everyone in his own world. The other instruments didn't even need to be considered, they would naturally follow his feelings. Like a zombie ghost, it automatically follows its own master.

And Yang Qi projected what he thought in his heart, perfect Tongguò music into everyone's hearts.

The families of the night, gathered together. This world is dark and boundless, the army is endless, and all the beings are shouting in unison, beating their chests, and stomping their feet to the ground, all waiting for the most crucial protagonist among them.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, continuous accented percussions, Yang Qi's left hand slammed into the bass area. The world of the night trembled, and the earth shook, as if a huge crack had cracked with a bang. With a bang, infinite blood-red flames burned out of the cracks in the ground and rushed into the sky. And all the dependents of the night are holding their breath, waiting for the final and only king.

So, Yang Qi raised his head violently, his hands did not stop, but his eyes pierced the second floor with infinite edge.

No one spoke, but everyone was infected by the qi, and everyone looked at the second floor in the same way.

Hundreds of eyes converged on the woman on the second floor at the same time.

The red-haired woman on the second floor looked at Yang Qi for a moment with her majestic eyes, and then there was a sudden hint of fanatical excitement in her eyes. She looked down, raised her arms, and stretched out her hands as if a king had come into the world. He opened his mouth, his vocal cords vibrated and his voice came out, and his aura was fierce: "Around me, the flames of death and despair surround me!" (Chinese translation)

Thus, the whole world of night, all the mania and fire, had a place to vent. Under the rule of the only will, roll forward.

"Yes, yes, yes!!That's what it feels like!!!" Wei Donglin was about to call out, his eyes widened and his face was full of red light, and he couldn't help himself excitedly: "Queen of the Night, this is the feeling of the Queen of the Night, this is the Queen of the Night!!"

It's not just him, everyone is standing up when they play here. Regardless of whether it is Chinese or foreign, one counts as one, and everyone looked at the red-haired woman on the second floor and Yang Qi on the first floor in amazement. The two of them seem to have become the cornerstone and core of this night world, manipulating everyone's feelings. Because of their anger, everyone held their breath. Because of their hatred, everyone forged ahead. If the previous version of Dandelion was the two resentful women in the palace fight drama who were sprinkling, then the version played by Yang Qi now is the anger of the Führer.

It is like an absolute emperor who is said to be the same, setting off a frenzy of war. The Son of Heaven was furious, and the blood flowed and drifted. Yang Qi's version of the Queen of the Night Aria is no longer the pathetic character who uses her daughter to play a little trick, she has completely turned into a real iron-blooded emperor. Firm, resolute, broad, profound, resolute, in every sonorous footsteps. All are iron, and there is blood, and there is anger, and there is fire. With the general trend. An unstoppable run to the end of revenge.

It was originally less than three minutes long. It was performed for a full ten minutes. When the lyrics of "Marceau" finally ended, Yang Qi not only did not let the music weaken, but pushed it to the climax. Just like the emperor drew his sword and shouted angrily, the dependents of countless nights roared and rushed forward.

There was no command, but the voice was here, abruptly stopped.

Boom - Yang Qi's ten fingers smashed on the keys, and the song ended. Yang Qi came back to his senses from his peculiar mental state, and even gasped a little. He looked first at the orchestra musicians. Everyone was sweating profusely, their faces were flushed, their eyes were glazed, as if they had just taken drugs, and their souls had not yet returned. If you look at the audience below, it's a similar situation.

Only his aunt Yang Shu was still awake, smiling at him gently and appreciatively, raising her bare hand and applauding gently.

Pap, pap, pap, pa!

The sporadic applause was joined by one after another people who suddenly woke up, and finally turned into a frenzy of applause with mountains and tsunamis.

Yang Qi finally looked at the second floor, and the red-haired woman did not applaud, but her eyes were shining. The two looked at each other for five seconds. No one looked away, a bit like the tip of a needle to Maimang. But it's more like the joy of meeting an opponent in chess. Even the non-inferior arc at the corner of his mouth is somewhat similar.

Yang Qi stood up and said to all the musicians: "Remember, this piece has to be performed like this." With that, he turned around and walked off the stage, nodded to Yang Shu and went out without looking back.

Striding meteor, moving forward, that's right, after this hearty song, Yang Qi, whose eyes were shining, finally remembered more things. Music is the expression of the heart, and music cannot deceive people. When the world in music is furious, Yang Qi has the same flame spreading in his heart.

"Memories are indeed unsealed layer by layer, and I remember it now-" Yang Qi snapped open the door, the sunlight outside was dazzling, and the light in his eyes was sharper and more piercing than the sunlight: "Qi Xi, it's my first love." Zhu Ming: Hehe, hahahaha! You are self, seeking, death, and the way!!"

In the endless applause behind him, Yang Qi took out the phone: "Hey, Apo, it's me, I think it's time for me to do something serious." Also," he glanced back at the rehearsal hall, and the figure of the red-haired woman flashed in front of him: "I saw someone today, I think something is wrong with this person, you immediately send someone to find out the roots." ”

After Yang Qi left, in the rehearsal hall, the applause finally stopped after a long time. In this piece of music, every listener couldn't help but tense their muscles and hold all their breath when listening to this piece. So after listening to the song, even the audience sweated profusely, snorting and panting.

On the second floor, the red-haired soprano looked at her subordinate, who immediately handed over a tablet. There are two photos on the computer screen, one is Yang Qi when he first played the piano, and the other is the scene of Donald's desert island base. On the highest tarmac, a warrior dropped his fingers and bombed, and the green tyrant was shattered and ashes were wiped out, which is such a picture.

When the red-haired woman saw this photo, her breathing paused for a moment.

"Miss, though these two look alike. But after analyzing the positioning of the bones, there is only a 25 percent chance that the two people are the same person. The subordinate approached and whispered, "This man today, his skeleton structure is not the same as the man of that day, this man today is more coordinated and perfect. ”

"Not alone?" the red-haired woman snorted noncommittally, the corners of her mouth hooked into a meaningful smile: "Don't jump to conclusions so early, we are pioneers in the study of the 'unknowable' phenomenon, and we must observe it from the perspective of 'unknowable'. Okay, leave it in doubt for the time being, and stay tuned. If so, then he's the best 'agnostic' material. But no matter what," she said, throwing the tablet back and looking at the orchestra below, "I have to show this person up for my show." ”

"Huh?" the subordinate was stunned for a moment, and then said cautiously, "Miss, your identity is just a disguise, are you really going to perform?"

"Huh?" The woman seemed to be unable to tolerate her subordinates' questioning, and turned her eyes to look at him. The eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and the red pupils were like the flames of hell, which scared the subordinates all over their bodies, and they wanted to slap themselves. That's right, I'm such an idiot, this female tyrant only needs to carry out what she says, why do you have so many mouths! Do you want to be shot by her!

"Tell the leader of this orchestra that if this person doesn't come, I won't act. Hmph, the woman turned decisively. The cloak fluttered behind her back, and she walked away step by step with a sonorous pace.

My Pafez-Zade's way, no need to explain.

On the second day, in front of the Shangri-La Hotel, a white extended Rolls-Royce stopped at the door. This car attracts the attention of all the guests who come and go because it is so luxurious. Some people couldn't help but take out their mobile phones and stepped forward, wanting to take a selfie for themselves.

But then, several men in black came and drove them away from a safe distance, leaving them to watch and drool.

A short time later, a group of several people walked out of the hotel. In front of a team of senior managers who followed suit, in the service of Apo before and after the saddle, Yang Qi took the lead and strode forward. Today, he wears a luxurious and decent business suit, and his long hair is scattered behind his head. Although there is a pair of business flat glasses on his face, the flat glasses can't hide the slight aggression in his eyes.

Today's Yang Qi is very different from usual. Even every step out of the foot, there is a kind of faint but impossible to ignore the forcing sharpness. It's like going to a duel.

"Your Royal Highness, please!" Apoll opened the car door, and Yang Qi sat in unceremoniously. One person after another walked into one car after another, and the slamming of the door was full of saliva from passers-by, because there was one that counted as a luxury car with sky-high prices. Such a team is very rare even in Shanghai. And in the arch guards of the commercial vehicles, the white extended Rolls-Royce started.

Yang Qi sat in the car, casually flipping through the information in his hand.

"The project can't be discussed, is it because of this person?" Yang Qi picked out a photo and looked at it slowly, with a meaningful smile on his lips: "It's him, blocking our way?"

"Yes, this is the person. The bidding minister of the Zenith Group is also in power at the headquarters of the Zenith Group. Apo treasured the information: "He is not very old, only thirty years old, but in the past six months, he has risen at an incredible speed. From an ordinary white-collar worker in the branch, he has become the head of the real power department of the headquarters, and the road to promotion is legendary. ”

"Hmph, you're so young. Yang Qi flipped through it casually, and his voice was cold: "He is a bidding minister, and in the final analysis, he also wants to bid." What right does he have to stand in our way?"

"I also wonder about this, it was fine, but suddenly the wind is not in the right direction. According to the normal bidding process, he can't be allowed to shirk too much, but they have a new boss, so he uses this as an excuse to press. Apo pulled out another piece of information: "The new boss is said to have been injured in an accident some time ago, and now he has just returned to the company after recuperation." So ......"

So, he went from being in charge to being a minion. And I, from a minion, have become a steward. Okay, good. Yang Qi's eyes narrowed slightly and looked out the window, and the volume was between self-talk and normal speech, which seemed meaningful: "The upstart in the business world, the young talent, Apo, you have to thank him." ”

"Huh?" Apo wondered, "Why?"

"Because I didn't care about this matter before, but now I ......" Yang Qi snapped the photo: "The world is really small, because of him, I have motivation! Come on, I will meet you today, Zhu, Ministry, Chief!"

didn't do it, in that photo, it was Zhu Ming in a suit and leather shoes!

The world is so small. (To be continued......)