"Teacher Xia, I'm sorry for your trouble. ”

At the entrance on the left side of the stage, Feng Ziyan put away the small mirror and rubbed his hands towards Xia Dong beside him.

"Just follow your own ideas, and I'll follow you. ”

Xia Dong took the baton handed over by the assistant on the side, turned his head and gave Feng Ziyan an affirmative expression, "Go on!"

"Hmm!"

"Designated piano, kwex"

"Chopin Piano Concerto No. 1"

"Instructor, Wu Qing. ”

"Concerto, Yenching Philharmonic Orchestra"

"Conductor, Xia Dong"

Under the introduction of the host, Feng Ziyan took the lead in pushing the door out and walked in front.

Xia Dong followed him.

The audience burst into applause.

"Wow, the first track is Chopin's First Steel Association!"

"It's actually Teacher Xia Dong who commands it personally!"

"This guy is my junior brother in the middle school, and he is very powerful. ”

Feng Ziyan walked to the command platform and turned around.

Xia Dong then raised the baton, and all the orchestra members stood up at the same time.

While Feng Ziyan bent down and bowed, all the orchestra members also bent slightly towards the audience.

"I was a little nervous. ”

"It's a cool feeling. ”

"Looking forward to it!!"

For a while, the applause from the audience became more enthusiastic.

When Feng Ziyan turned around and sat down in front of the piano, the members of the orchestra sat down

Xia Dong only moved to the command platform at this time, nodded with a smile towards the audience, and stepped onto the command platform.

Gradually, the applause from the audience became smaller and smaller.

In front of the piano, Feng Ziyan breathed calmly.

Moment.

When his head was slightly tilted to the command platform, Xia Dong's gaze just came.

They looked at each other and nodded to each other.

The next second.

Xia Dong flipped his wrist, and the baton was pointed out, drawing a beautiful arc

At this moment, his whole feeling was different.

Followed by.

A neat 'whoosh' sound came from the area of the orchestra's string section, like the sound of rubbing clothes.

In the time of one breath for the entire string ensemble, each player has entered the state of holding the piano and drawing the bow.

Xia Dong's gaze wandered around and finally locked on to the position of the orchestra's principal bassoon player.

At the moment when he received a reply from the other party's eyes, Xia Dong turned his back to the audience and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The next second

I saw that his shoulders were leaning forward with the consciousness of leaning forward, and he gently swung his head.

The baton was gently raised.

At this moment, the orchestra did not move.

It's just that the stage is quieter, and you can't even hear the sound of breathing.

Xia Dong's movements did not stop.

Between two breaths, his arms trawled in an irregular trajectory in front of him.

When his hands returned to the high point of his body again.

He raised his head, his gaze filled with determination for a moment.

His arms suddenly sank as if he were fast, with a thousand momentum.

'Hum-'

The strings moved at this moment, and the violin, viola, and cello simultaneously played a distant hum.

With a powerful sound.

On the third beat at the end of the magnificent 3/4 time, the first chapter of Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 1 opens.

On the next beat, the bassoon and timpani also moved.

A somber and solemn wooden sound appeared in the music.

A sturdy F strong in the bassoon was played to the sound of two timpani ''crumbling' like rolling thunder at the back of the stage.

The first part of the French horn, the second part, the third part, the horn sound with a sense of mission, sparkled in the golden light.

At this moment, the magnificent prologue to Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 1 in E minor was opened.

First movement.

Solemn Allegro, E major.

Under the first theme of the solemn orchestral ensemble.

In front of the piano, Feng Ziyan slowly closed his eyes.

In my mind, unconsciously, scenes of the past about the piano emerged in the symphony in my ears.

'The sound of this big black wooden hair coming out is so good'

'Mom, I want to play too'

On his sixth birthday, he had his own piano

'The first time I rang the first note on the piano, it was a wonderful feeling. ’

'In the Children's Palace, I was praised for the first time'

'After winning the first competition, I was somehow sent to a teacher'

'Inexplicably entered the music annex'

''The teacher is getting stricter'

'The music under my own command is becoming less and less free'

'But I know the teacher is right'

'One day, I was told that I was going to participate in a tournament again, and it seemed like it was still a very important competition, and there were a lot of great guys from all over the country.

'Compare to you, I don't care about the game'

'I just want to play my own piano'

'Hmm-'

'Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 1, Life's First Concerto'

'Just bounce it off completely'

'Come on'

The string section moves on to the second theme.

Gradually, under the gaze of 1,500 pairs of eyes in the audience.

The boy with his eyes closed raised his hands.

His subtle body movements have a free rhythm.

With the whole orchestra foreshadowing, the music seems to have come to the door of some opportunity.

"Oooo

Six chords, under the boy's stretched hands.

Vigorous and powerful appeared.

Strong, solid, with a momentum of going forward.

The gorgeous praise that belongs to the piano begins.

Feng Ziyan's fingertip exercises began to bloom in the brilliant music.

On the judges' bench, Wu Qing looked at the young man in front of the piano with his eyes closed, and his rare eyebrows and eyes stretched.

He has always been stern, but at this moment, he has forgotten his identity as the chairman of the organizing committee of the competition.

At this moment, he is just an ordinary piano teacher, watching his students perform on stage and listening to what his music is saying.

"Come on, Xiaoyan. ”

Second movement.

Romance, adagio, E major.

The music enters a new movement.

Like a slow version of the song, under the soft string pavement.

The sound of the piano, with the feeling of Chopin's nocturne, conveys a subtle sense of warmth.

The ridicule part of the song was played, and Feng Ziyan's body was constantly rising and falling in the music.

It implies musical connotations and has a unique free flow.

The flowing melodic lines are polite and courteous under his jumping ten fingers, without a trace of self-intoxication.

"What a great feeling, such a second movement, fantastic, carefree, no deliberate, just the right amount of emotion. ”

"I was very impressed by Debussy, who was a kid in his first round, and the romance in his music was innate. ”

"It's like he's talking to himself. ”

On the conductor's platform, Xia Dong listened closely to the changes in the piano behind him.

As the color of the music changes, the orchestra is adjusted little by little, and each of his strengths and weaknesses is clearly pointed at the key orchestra players.

The colome, the prelude material for the opening of the movement, reappears.

Under triplets and brisk ornamentation.

A moment.

With Xia Dong hands closed.

On stage, the music disappeared like smoke.

Quiet.

Third movement, Rondo.

A boy in front of the piano.

Slowly opened his eyes.