Time flies.

It was the afternoon of the next day.

After a night of sweet dreams, practice during the day, and a lunch break at noon.

Li Jinglin is full of energy and in excellent condition.

Come inside the Teatro La Fenice in Venice.

Greeted by his "good friend" Matsuichi Takai.

At this time, Matsuichi Takai had two big dark circles under his eyes.

Unlike Li Jinglin's sweet sleep, Tian Jing Song couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and his mind was full of cauliflower, cherry blossoms, and Li Jinglin's smiling dog face was opened by himself.

I can't sleep at night, and I can't continue to sleep during the day.

I had to endure it.

"Song Yisang, you haven't rested well."

Li Jinglin asked with concern.

Hearing this voice, Takai Matsuichi felt that his anger began to bubble out again.

At the corners of the mouth, after a night, the fresh acne that has just grown begins to ache faintly.

"Thank you Li Jun for your concern."

Matsuichi Takai bowed slightly.

At this point, all sorts of camera shots are arranged around it.

The reporters who came to interview him are not far from here.

Even if Takai Matsuichi can't bear it, he doesn't want to endure it, so he has to endure it.

Time passes slowly.

By six o'clock, all the performers were ready.

Backstage, the orchestra players have not yet taken the stage.

Li Jinglin finally appeared in the background.

Jay introduced him to the musicians.

When I saw that tonight's guest was Li Jinglin, the backstage almost blew up.

The musicians stared wide-eyed.

Excited, surprised, it's a little unbelievable.

After a bang, the backstage became lively.

"My God, it's worthy of Matsuichi Takai, who was able to invite Li Jinglin!"

"And Li Jinglin are classmates? Really envious."

The musicians whispered.

The more I talk in private, the more excited I get, and the louder I talk.

These words of praise can be heard so loudly that Matsuichi Takai can hear them clearly.

"Matsuichi Takai's future is really smooth."

"Yes, to have such a deep relationship with a performer like Li Jinglin, I can only say that it is worthy of Matsuichi Takai."

"Look, the master is Suzuki!"

"Li Jinglin plays, then I have an ear blessing today."

Bursts of surprise and whispers echoed in the background.

Praise.

And these praises also echoed in the ears of Matsuichi Takai.

Different people.

Different moods.

People admired and praised Li Jinglin.

Listen to Matsuichi Takai's ears.

That's the most vicious mockery.

It was as if one knife after another, and the knife pierced the bitter gall.

Matsuichi Takai hid his hand in his sleeve and squeezed it tightly.

And a smiling expression on your face.

For fear of being discovered in their true state of mind.

I, the proud seppudo samurai, Matsuichi Takai.

Why do you have to rely on inferior people to carry me?

They actually think that I am lucky to know Li Jinglin, and I can find Li Jinglin is amazing?!

But this is really the reality!

For a proud violinist.

What an insult!

"Guys, get ready for the show."

There were at least thirty minutes left before the performance, and Matsuichi Takai couldn't bear it anymore.

Gritting his teeth, he began to prepare for the opening.

The musicians were finally distracted and stopped discussing Li Jinglin's affairs.

Start preparing for your debut.

See the musicians start on stage.

Matsuichi Takai's chest rose and fell violently twice, and he turned his head and locked himself in the fitting room.

Clench your fists against the mirror.

Gasping for air, I felt a wave of dizziness in my brain.

To endure Li Jinglin's existence really consumed a considerable amount of his energy.

"Why should I promise him?"

Tian Jing Song is reluctant to admit that he hopes to use Li Jinglin's appeal to increase his influence.

But I can't deny it.

Li Jinglin, for Matsuichi Takai.

That's the mountain of gold in front of you.

It's just that this mountain of gold is soaked in a pile of.

Money is hard to earn, is hard to eat.

"Songyi-sang~ Songyi-sang~ should go to the performance spicy."

There was a shouting outside.

The mood that had just calmed down exploded again in an instant, clenching the root of his teeth, his eyes were a little red, and he gasped twice like a beast.

Li Jinglin!!

You're not done!

Li Jinglin knocked on the door again.

I saw Takai Matsuichi walking out of the locker room with a black face.

"Li Jinglin, I don't know what your purpose is."

Takai Matsuichi lowered his head, his eyes red.

Panting, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words in Li Jinglin's ear.

"But if you just want to be angry with me, then I think it's too simple!"

Li Jinglin's expression sank instantly.

It's as if a little secret has been discovered.

stared at Takai Songichi and sneered.

"Only you and your liver know best."

Immediately, he turned and left.

At this moment, Matsuichi Takai's anger really almost burned his liver directly.

Can this not be infuriating?!

But Matsuichi Takai didn't notice that the corners of Li Jinglin's mouth were slightly hooked Nike.

Joy is real music.

Li Jinglin himself didn't expect that his lethality would be so great, causing Takai Songichi to be in a hurry and couldn't see the key issues.

I was angry with him repeatedly, in fact, to try to divert attention.

But I never expected it.

It was so simple to divert his attention, he really thought he was angry with him.

But in reality?

If you don't bring some "private goods", then what are you doing here?

Isn't he proud of his grandfather, isn't he right-wing?

So.

Put history on the table, put what they did.

And a little "accident" to help.

I don't know if I will be hard at the end of the situation?

Fueled by their own efforts.

Once the content of the song is discussed, then any sentence that Takai Matsuichi says may be amplified and interpreted.

We must also take a stand for this.

[So, as a musician in a small day, what do you think of the war back then]

If you continue to be hard-mouthed and put your Junguo thoughts in the open, then you really don't want to mix in the international art world

But what if you don't have a hard mouth and admit it?

Then how can you be worthy of your glorious fathers and fathers?!

Soon.

The show began.

Indeed, as Matsuichi Takai said.

If you just want to rely on "angry people" to affect his performance state, it is obviously not enough.

Even if Takai Matsu is repeatedly shameless, he is also an excellent violinist, and he can quickly immerse himself in the emotion of expounding the music.

The works performed are mainly representative of the late Romantic period.

The connotation of the expression is very profound, and the technique is pleasing enough to the eye.

It received very eager cheers and applause from the audience.

"Dear friends."

When your own show is over.

Takai Matsuichi stiffened his head and said things against his will.

"Today, my old classmate, my best friend, the youngest Pasai champion, the famous violinist Li Jinglin from China, also arrived at the scene."

"Wow!!"

The venue was boiling in an instant.

"Li Jinglin?!"

"It's been a long time since I've heard from him, and it's a surprise!"

"It's Matsuichi Takai!"

"Great! This ticket money is spent, it's just blood-earned! ”

The audience from Venice burst into cheers.

Li Jinglin is really famous in the classical music circle, especially in the field of violin performance.

Especially in this part of Europe.

The audience was boiling all at once.

But.

Listening to the overflowing surprise of the audience, Tian Jing Matsu felt that his heart was dripping blood.

This is my field.

My field!

"Come, let's welcome the young violinist, Mr. Li Jinglin!"

Takai Matsuichi took two deep breaths and slowly bit down on his bloodshot gums.

watched Li Jinglin come on the field.

Matsuichi Takai, 1.65 meters + heightened shoes.

But what about Li Jinglin?

Li Jinglin, who is 1.83 meters, also wore heightened shoes today.

The height difference of nearly 20 centimeters made Li Jinglin stand in front of Tian Jing Songichi like a little giant.

Tian Wai looked up consciously.

Suddenly, his face darkened.

"Hello Venice audience!"

Li Jinglin bowed slightly, the audience cheered even more, and the praise couldn't stop coming.

Holding in his hand, he crushed a group of musicians, including Matsuichi Takai, to obtain more than 200 million, the famous violin that Paganini had used, the Guarnelli cannon.

Add to that the strong contrast in height difference.

For Matsuichi Takai, this is a triple kill.

If not on stage.

Matsuichi felt that he might even go completely insane.

"As for me, Matsuichi and Takai are very good friends, and they used to be old classmates, and they often discuss works and violin performances together."

Li Jinglin is very polite and elegant.

opened his eyes and said something he didn't believe.

"The next work is a Chinese folk song that Matsuichi Takai likes very much, appreciates very much, and recognizes very much."

Speaking of which.

Li Jinglin stretched out his hand and put it on Takai Songichi's shoulder, looking very intimate.

And also looked at Matsuichi Takai.

It seems to be saying [I'm here to assist, you hurry up!] 】

"Yes, I like it very much, I appreciate it very much, and I am even more moved by the emotions in it."

Li Jinglin's hand on his shoulder made Tian Jingsong angry.

It's like kidding.

You just say I'm too short?!

But still holding on to a smile,

Gave a compliment.

After all, with the help of Li Jinglin to expand his influence, outside, the relationship between pretending to be also good is very good.

Hear this.

Li Jinglin smiled unabashedly, looking very comfortable.

This made the audience feel even more.

The personal relationship between these two is really good.

"Okay, so what's next for you to play. "Homesickness". ”

Li Jinglin bowed slightly.

Even if you come to a foreign country, even if you smash the field.

Don't forget the cultural output!

In a short round of applause, the performance was about to begin.

Matsuichi Takai got off the stage as if fleeing for his life.

It can be seen that he is really on top.

Li Jinglin took a long breath.

I don't think about Matsuichi Takai anymore.

Close your eyes.

Scene after scene of history flashed through my mind, and I began to get into the state.

It was 1937.

The sad sound of the violin rose softly.

A trembling trembling voice, but with a disheartening calm.

Like blood and tears and silent accusations.

What leaps above the notes is only the displacement caused by the war.

There is no strong resentment, high murderous intent.

There is no sigh in the middle of the night.

This piece of music from Suiyuan folk songs was played.

In the midst of endless desolation.

The world seemed to turn gray.

In 1937, the Iron Hoof invaded Northeast Mongolia and North China.

The hard-working people outside the customs sang "My home is on the Songhua River", and so far they have been displaced and exiled in the Guannei.

The mourning in the notes is greater than the gray-white of the heart.

It immediately tugged at the heartstrings of the audience.

Though.

I don't know what it's about.

But in this beautiful melody, there is a hidden gray and dead air, but it is extremely infectious to the audience's emotions.

As if after a heavy artillery fire.

Black smoke slowly rises, and there is a silent silence in the corpse ground.

The survivor walks on the dead earth, and the heart dies with it.

The land, which was once full of ears of rice, was destroyed by the war.

The hard-working people who wandered to the Guannai can't let go of the beautiful hometown in their hearts, and what they have nowhere to put in is the sorrow for the fallen hometown.

The music suddenly became slightly cheerful.

It's like a beautiful home in my memory.

It's as if the world has turned into color again.

The darkness and desolation of the dead silence are hidden in the depths of the music.

Fill in the haze of memory, the joy of hometown, and the joy of family.

Suddenly.

Once again, the music loses its color.

What catches your eye is still a gray-white dead world.

Maybe it's the home destroyed by the war, or maybe it's the heart that has gradually died.

The extreme sadness, as if he had grown his mouth, but he couldn't cry half a word.

With a shallow, long, hoarse cry, like a little syllable squeezed out of the throat.

A short piece of music.

Slowly end.

It seems, it's just homesickness.

There is no half note to accuse, not half a note to anger.

Nor is there any motive in describing the little day.

But in this dead silence and desolation, there are traces of small days everywhere.

This song has touched the hearts of many compatriots who are struggling for the cause of resistance.

Facts are the biggest accusation.

Silence is the sharpest cry.

Bow slightly.

It took a long time for the audience to get out of this mood.

They applauded.

"This kind of sadness is not just as simple as a wanderer, what has you experienced?"

"Homesickness. It was as if he was nostalgic for his ruined hometown. ”

"Sure enough, the strongest violinist, this is simply a magician of emotions"

"It's like wandering and lonely."

The audience couldn't help but talk.

Li Jinglin smiled slightly.

walked off the stage indifferently.

This tune, saying that the attack power is not enough.

It can only be said to be rubbing.

Rub the edges hard.

The connotation is too deep, maybe it is difficult to be discovered?

No, no, no, when the reporter interviews after this, Li Jinglin will make it problematic.

At the assistant concert of a friend of the little day.

Playing a tragic picture about the background of the small day invaders?

There will be topics in both horizontal and vertical directions.

As for whether Li Jinglin will be criticized

Matsuichi Takai said, "I like it very much, I'm very impressed," right?

Naturally, I can't find my head.

Walk off the stage.

Smiling and looking at Takai Matsui.

I put away my violin and went to the lounge, as if I was really just an assistant.

It's all in the way!

Ma Sicong's "Homesick Song", performed by Ning Feng.

(End of chapter)