Musikvereinsptz, 1, 1010, wien.
Vienna Music Association Golden
Hall.
This is an Italian Renaissance three-story building that stands on the streets where people come and go. The towering upright Ainian-style pillars propped up the slanted triangle arches, all of which were marble-white buildings, which made people feel the atmosphere at first glance.
This is where the world famous Vienna Music Association Golden
Hall is located -
Vienna Music Friends Association Building.
Already near the evening, the front of the building began to stop a beautiful car, one by one wearing a formal gentleman, ladies laughing from each other from the red carpet to the building, the figure gradually swallowed by the brilliant light in the building .
Tonight, the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra will present a unique performance in the Golden
Hall.
The conductor is one of the four conductors of the world, Mr. Eberk Dorensa, who is also the chief conductor of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra. As long as there is a concert directed by Dorenza, it has always been packed, not to mention his strong combination with the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra, which is even more exciting.
Powerful command, outstanding orchestra strength, the only thing that makes people feel puzzled is that in the finale of the finale "Blue Danube", the violin chief has printed a Chinese name.
Ziwen·Lu.
In the order of Chinese is: Lu Ziwen.
Most of the people in the guest have heard of this name, and it seems to be the violin deputy chief of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, another famous orchestra in Vienna. They think about it again, and probably remember that it was a dark-skinned, pretty-looking oriental.
However, being able to become the deputy chief of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra does not mean that he has the strength to lead the Philharmonic Orchestra in the Golden
Hall to perform the "Blue Danube".
The Blue Danube is known as the second national anthem of Austria and is a repertoire of the annual Vienna New Year concert. This piece is not as simple as an ordinary waltz for all music people.
Therefore, the audience who entered the golden
hall have doubts in their hearts, some are curious -
The Chinese people, can you really make this "Blue Danube" perfect?
At this time, there was still two hours from the official opening of the concert.
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Golden
In the backstage preparation room of the hall, a handsome black man is carefully smearing the rosin on his bow. His movements were very careful and very devout, so that the white ponytail string was evenly covered with white rosin powder.
This is not the first time Lu Ziwen came to the gold
hall to play, but...
This is the first time he has his own lounge.
If there are no special guest speakers, an orchestra can have only two people in the lounge, command and chief.
This chief can only refer to the chief of the first violin group. Because this identity is both the chief of the stringed instrument and the chief of the entire orchestra, it can be said to be the first person under the command.
Although Lu Ziwen is only the violin chief of the Blue Danube today, he also has his own lounge.
Lu Ziwen has never understood why the Philharmonic Orchestra invited him to be the chief of the Blue Danube.
There have also been cases in the history of concerts with different chiefs, but such cases are still very rare, especially in the absence of any accidents in the original chief, and in the case of the industry's famous name, actually invited Lu Ziwen such a... "Little name"?
Compared with other people, Lu Ziwen is probably a talented violinist, but he also has to admit that he is probably a little worse than the chief violinist of the Philharmonic Orchestra.
Some people in the world have the talent of being extraordinary. When they are born, Mozart began to compose and emerge in the age of 4. At the age of 11, he was known as the king of modern classical music. The chief of the orchestra piano is on the stage of the golden
hall, a world famous.
Lu Ziwen knows that he does not have the talents of these people, so he has to work harder, more than thirty years, and finally to stand in the center of the golden
hall stage as the chief.
This night, for Lu Ziwen, I am afraid it is the biggest opportunity in his life.
If you don't succeed, you will become a man.
Either famous all over the world, or notoriously sweeping the floor.
Lu Ziwen slightly narrowed his eyes and still rubbed the rosin seriously.
......
Five minutes later, the door of the lounge suddenly sounded a few times. After Lu Ziwen said "please enter," a handsome man smiled into the room and opened the door and said, "Zi Wen, congratulations. ""
Lu Ziwen met with a visitor, and then gladly put the bow back into the box and greeted him: "Is it strange, how come you?" As he walked over, he smiled and said: "I thought you Will wait for the opening in the audience, how did you get into the background?"
Luo Yusen hurriedly hugged Lu Ziwen with a look of surprise and explained: "How did I follow the orchestra here once or twice, and the staff members knew me. I reported your name and they closed their eyes. I put in one eye and came in." After a pause, Luo Yusen said: "Ziwen, how are you prepared?"
After the hug, the were still holding tightly.
Lu Ziwen smiled and nodded and said: "There are almost all prepared. Anyway, there is only one "Blue Danube". My pressure is not very big. But this time I must perform this song, this is probably me. The biggest chance in this life, I must hold it firmly. In the case of Yusen, after the concert, I will set a bottle of 92 years of Ou, to celebrate at home."
It was said that Luo Yusen had a glimmer of light in his eyes, and a handsome face showed a hidden color. After he smiled and said a few more words, he said: "For the text, I just saw who is calling the violin chief outside. Is it calling you? Do you want to go out and see?"
After listening to this, Lu Ziwen stunned a bit, and then let Luo Yusen wait in his lounge first, he went to ask the outside staff.
Just when the door was "squeaky" and closed, the smile on Luo Yusen's face suddenly disappeared. He turned his head and looked at Lu Ziwen's water cup next to the violin case. His eyes flashed a little hesitation, but he was quickly filled with the ambitions of Haotian.
"Subtext... can't blame me, it's you... It's your luck, it's blocking the way of others. To blame... just blame yourself, no, this evening, you still have time, you can come back later. Here."
As he said, Luo Yusen took out a small capsule from his pocket and, after a few rotations, poured the white powder into the glass. After the powder in the capsule was finished, it seemed that some of the concerns were not enough. He took out the second capsule and began to fall.
"In the case of Sen, have you got it wrong, where is there... What are you doing?!"
However, in just one minute, Lu Ziwen's going and returning to the guilty Luo Yusen's hand, the capsule fell on the carpet. He swallowed his nervousness and quickly explained: "Subsidiary, you listen to me... This... This is Wei C. I am worried that you will be too nervous and uncomfortable after coming to power, so..."
"You can give me the c. I can give it directly to me. Why do you sneak into my cup when I am not there?" Lu Ziwen's brain flashed through various pictures, and he suddenly remembered listening to some predecessors. In some orchestras, there will be some pickling methods that deliberately make bad because of hatred, and people can't come to power when they are on the scene.
Lu Ziwen dared to widen his eyes and said: "Luo Yusen?! What do you mean in the end? What is the capsule?"
Luo Yusen never imagined that the second capsule for insurance purposes would actually be hit by Lu Ziwen, or that he did not think that the thing was so clever. I know that no one is looking for anything at all.
If there isn't any of these two things, I am afraid that the behavior of Luo Yusen will not be discovered by Lu Ziwen today.
However, it happened so coincidentally.
Luo Yusen's face is white and still eloquent:
This... this is really just a c, a subtext, I am worried about you...

"Since you say it is Victoria C, then I will give this thing to the doctor in the orchestra and see what it is!"
Said, Lu Ziwen angrily picked up the capsules that fell on the carpet and wanted to go to the gate, Luo Yusen pulled him in panic. The two men struggled one by one, and Luo Yusen pressed Lu Ziwen to the table on the side with a force. The capsule in his hand fell to the ground again.
Luo Yusen hurriedly snatched the capsule.
Lu Ziwen's face is completely black.
When things got to this point, he just believed the man in front of him and understood that the things in this capsule were definitely not good. Whether it is laxative or hypnotic, the end result must be that he is unable to participate in this concert!
"Luo Yusen, do you know what you are doing?" Lu Ziwen dangerously picked up his throat and stared at each other coldly. "Last month, we just got together. You have been saying what to do to me in recent years." So you are now... are you doing this to me?"
Luo Yusen's face was white, silent and did not speak.
Lu Ziwen was so angry that he didn't want to swear with this man again. He sneered and snorted: "I really didn't expect that I would really encounter such awkward means in my life, and... still come by my lover. I am taking medicine! Luo Yusen, let's go, I will tell the conductor today, he will give you a result."
"Ziwen! You can't tell the conductor. If he knows that I am doing this kind of thing, he will definitely drive me out of the orchestra!"
Lu Ziwen and Luo Yusen are violinists of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra. The difference is that Luo Yusen is 33 years old, but he is still the deputy chief of the second violin group. He has been reprimanded in recent rehearsals and seems very dissatisfied. If the commander knows that Luo Yusen actually did such a small means, he would definitely drive him out of the orchestra without mercy.
Lu Ziwen has long had no good feelings and sympathy for Luo Yusen.
Luo Yusen chased him for three years, until last month he promised to be with this person. Before he tonight, he had said to Luo Yusen many times that he attached great importance to the "Blue Danube" of this night. He worked hard for more than 20 years, in order to be able to play a role in the golden
hall stage as the chief .
but!
Luo Yusen actually made such a shameless thing!
It really made Lu Ziwen's heart cool.
"Luo Yusen, you are self-sufficient. You are not the first person to do this kind of thing in Vienna. You know that this kind of thing is the most shameful in the industry. You will return to the country as a music teacher, Vienna Symphony The resume of the group will help you."
"Subtext! You can't do this to me!"
"Why can't I do this to you?!" Lu Ziwen smirked. "Now, please take me out!"
The voice of Lu Ziwen replied in the entire lounge. The excellent soundproof walls made them unable to hear their voices outside, and they still retained a little face of Luo Yusen. However, how could Luo Yusen really go out like this?
When he just walked to the door, he rushed over and hugged Lu Ziwen. His tears flowed down: "Zi Wen, you are my lover, and what I did did not cause any serious consequences, you will Forgive me once. I love you, son..."
"Do you that loves me like this?!"
Lu Ziwen got on the chest of Luo Yusen.
Enduring anger until now, Lu Ziwen finally can't stand it anymore. He is not a good-tempered person himself, just to keep his modest posture in order to mix in Vienna, but now, he still has to endure this kind of sly villain everywhere? !
That is absolutely impossible!
"Your love is really ridiculous and sad. Luo Yusen. I thought I had seen you in the past three years. There are fewer Chinese people in Vienna. We can be together as a mutual comfort. But I didn't expect you to actually It's such a person! Actually, for the sake of your own self-interest..."
"I am not for my own self-interest!!!" Luo Yusen's angry voice interrupted Lu Ziwen's words. Lu Ziwen's foot was in his heart, and he was so painful that his face was very awkward.
Lan Ziwen, you still don't understand it yet?!

"It's you! It's your own way to block others!"
"You are a person who has no background and no family. Being the deputy chief of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra is already your limit. Who do you think you are, do you want to be the leader of the Philharmonic Orchestra?!"
"Whoever makes your dog so good, some people just want to see you suffer, see you can never climb. Yes, I like you very much, you look good, still a Chinese, the most important thing is that you still Deputy Chief, you may take me to climb up."
"But how have you done these years?!"
"You have to be the chief of the Philharmonic Orchestra. What about me? The conductor told me yesterday that he would consider whether to renew my contract with you! You know, who you are climbing, can you have such a good opportunity! Why not!"
"If you can't help me, I certainly want to find someone else. People go to the heights, the water goes down, Lu Ziwen, this world is like this. Today I didn't settle you, you won, but tomorrow...噗Keke..."
Lu Ziwen was also a fierce foot, and he did not hesitate to directly sneak into the lower body of Luo Yusen.
His sneer looks like a goblin crawling out of hell, so that Luo Yusen was a little trembling: "Luo Yusen... You ask... Who was the bed I climbed before I got the chance to play "Blue Danube"?

Luo Yusen stunned the painful and unbearable body
body, still struggling: "Yes, you really climbed the bed! You are a debauched female watch!"
Lu Ziwen smirked and smiled, approaching him step by step, his voice was cold: "Luo Yusen, my last regret in my life is that I suddenly looked at you like a shameless little man. You asked me to climb. Whose bed? Well, then I tell you, I climbed into the bed, you climbed, you climbed! You to give the old man to climb!"
"Oh, you said that I have no background and no family, yes, I have nothing, but I have never thought of others with a sly mentality like you all day! Now even if I tell you, I have not climbed anyone's bed, I just got this opportunity, would you believe it? Yes, you won't believe it, then you will remember, I climbed into the bed, know?!"
Luo Yusen's eyes were red, and Lu Ziwen sneered at him and said,
Oh yes, when did I climb into his bed... well, the day after I promised to be with you. You know, Your technique is so bad, your technique is better than you, don't know how much, hey, you are a useless person, nothing compares to others."
"Lu Ziwen..."
"I have no background, no family, you have a background in the family? Luo Yusen, Huaxia has an old saying called a fifty-step laugh. You are like a poor clown, sitting in the sky, thinking that... cough and cough..."
Luo Yusen slammed from the ground and slammed Lu Ziwen's chest with a punch.
"Lu Ziwen!!! You dare to give me a green hat, I have been chasing you for three years. Are you really a treasure?! You personally do your best, I can't compare you, I can't compare with you. He??"
As he said, Luo Yusen again hit the chest of Lu Ziwen with a punch.
Luo Yusen has already been stunned by anger, and is simply using his murderous power to throw a punch. Lu Ziwen was unguarded by this punch and the whole person fell to the ground. He tried his best to lick his chest, blood flowing down his mouth, and his face began to turn blue.
Luo Yusen did not find Lu Ziwen's anomaly. He continued to swear: "Lu Ziwen, don't think that you are a good bird. Everyone knows what kind of means you use to get this opportunity. I tell you, every time you and I Say what your very much attaches to this concert, I think you are showing off in front of me, giving me a cuckold!"
"Pharmaceutical..." Lu Ziwen shook his fingers and struggled to breathe.
Luo Yusen is still groaning: "Oh, you thought you climbed into the bed, you over? I told you..."
"Pharmaceutical...medicine..." Lu Ziwen struggled to rub the carpet with his fingers, but the air in the chest slowly disappeared, and the feeling of tightness of the trachea made him unable to pneumatically bomb. He could only climb the ground and whispered hard. "Pills...medicine..."
"I tell you, if you dare to tell the conductor today, I will let everyone in the industry know that you are climbing up... cough, someone else's bed, and have this opportunity!" Luo Yusen still dare not dare To provoke the man, he can only change his mouth immediately, and he is bullied and afraid to say: "At that time, you are a female watch in the industry, you don't want to turn over..."
"medicine......"
Lu Ziwen haunted Luo Yusen's leather shoes and struggled to raise his face to look at this sly man. The latter seems to find that the black man is not quite right, looking at Lu Ziwen with surprise.
I saw that Lu Ziwen's face was blue and black. He grabbed Luo Yusen's trousers with one hand, and one hand pointed hard to his own box. There was no gas and no air intake:
Give me... medicine...

Luo Yusen was scared by Lu Ziwen's expression and took a step back.
For a long while, he realized what was going on.
Lu Ziwen has asthma, because it has been rarely attacked, so Luo Yusen did not mind. How come suddenly... is it so powerful? How can this be...
Luo Yusen suddenly thought of the two feet that he had just squatted on Lu Ziwen's chest!
Could it be that......
Luo Yusen fell back in amazement.
Lu Ziwen had already lost his strength because of breathing, and only his fingers were still squatting on the carpet, and there were many more fibers in the nails: "medicine..."
After a brief panic, somehow, Luo Yusen suddenly calmed down. In his mind, he quickly flashed the words that Lu Ziwen threatened him. After a while, he calmly ran to the box of Lu Ziwen, and found the medicine that Lu Ziwen normally put in his pocket.
Because today is the big day to play, Lu Ziwen has no pockets on the custom-made dress, so he put the medicine in the box that he carried with him.
In the past, his asthma was not particularly serious, even if it was time to rush from the stage to the lounge. However, after Luo Yusen's two feet were smashed today, just for a moment, Lu Ziwen felt that the whole chest was numb and painful, and the strength of his body was deprived.
Now, he can only rely on another person in the room -
Luo Yusen.
However, just after Luo Yusen took the can of spray, he stood in front of Lu Ziwen with a cold expression. The ruthless gaze made Lu Ziwen suddenly cold and instantly understood the other's intentions.
"Lu Ziwen, this is your life. Who makes you sick, when you are damned, you should die, you know?"
Lu Ziwen struggled to climb to Luo Yusen. He had not caught his trousers and was taken away by him. Luo Yusen said with no expression: "Lu Ziwen, are you not saying that you have prepared 92 years of Ou tonight to celebrate? I like Ou Yi most, then I will wait for you now, you have to come."
Lu Ziwen smothered the carpet and squatted on the ground with little strength.
Luo Yusen flashed a bit of hesitation in his eyes, but in the end he did not hesitate to turn around and left, no longer looking at Lu Ziwen who was lying on the ground and seemed to be dying.
When he left, he took the jar of medicine.
It was simply placed in the pocket. When the door was "squeaky" and closed, the last light in Lu Ziwen's world disappeared completely. Lu Ziwen looked at the carpet in the room and seemed to want to struggle to climb to the door again, but after only two moves, he never responded again.
An hour later, a member of the Philharmonic Orchestra was wondering how soon it was time to play the Blue Danube. The chief had not yet left the lounge. He knocked the door gently but didn't respond, and when he opened the door... he saw the man who was lying on the carpet and motionless.
"Ah, ah! Lu accident! Doctor, doctor!!!"
This night, the concert of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra did not show the sound of the Blue Danube for the first time. The chief conductor, Mr. Dorensa and all the members of the orchestra regretted to apologize to all the audience. Some viewers who had heard of Lu Ziwen's performances were sorrowful, and they also shed tears in sympathy.
After everyone left the scene, Mr. Dorensa walked to the most central position in the front row of the auditorium and sighed at the last listener who had never left the scene: "Your recommended land, indeed...is a good seedling Oh, unfortunately, he had an asthma attack and didn't even board the stage..."
The handsome and elegant face of the man is reflected in the golden
hall light, and the statue is generally sharp and sharp.
Mr. Dorensa's look with a trace of regret:
I heard that when I was discovered, I have been dead for some time. The nails in the land are all the fibers of the carpet, so I have to break a few nails... oh, When he died, he must be very painful."
The answer to Dorensa is the silence of the man as always.
"Hey, Lu should be your friend, you go see him, probably still in the hospital... didn't leave. He is an emotional oriental fiddler. I really regret that there is no chance to cooperate with him. I should go, you can go see him, see... your friend."
After Dorensa left, the golden gold
in the hall, there was only one man's straight back.
I don't know how long it took, the man's fierce and narrow phoenix was slowly closed, and a tear ran down from the corner of his eye.

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Lu Ziwen climbed up reluctantly and stumbled out of the bar.
The inside of his body felt a burst of emptiness, the heart seemed to be torn by force, the pain was very, the brain was dizzy, and he did not understand where he was and did not know what happened.
The ears are full of noisy sounds in the bar. When the door is out, a loud laughter pulls Lu Ziwen's thoughts back: "Hey, you kid is too bad? This is 8 o'clock. ?"
Lu Ziwen suddenly stunned and looked at the mixed youth who spoke to the other side with horror.
The young people who were dyed with red hair and yellow hair sneered a few words and then they turned into the bar, leaving only the pale-looking Lu Ziwen standing up and squatting. What they are saying is -
Chinese!
Suddenly for a long time, slowly, Lu Ziwen raised his hand and looked at his finger.
Every musician, the part he is most familiar with is not the face, but the hand.
In the musicians, not everyone can have a beautiful hand, but no matter what the hands are, they are most valued for their hands, even more than their ears.
Without ears, you can also compose and play, such as music master Beethoven. But if you don't have a hand, you can only say goodbye to the music scene forever and really leave your instrument.
Lu Ziwen has a pair of beautiful and slender hands, with distinct joints and slender knuckles. These hands are especially nice when paired with a dark brown violin. But look good, it can't compare with his current hands -
The full and rounded nails are faintly pink, and the five fingers are long and white, as if it is white jade, people can't move their eyes. There is a small red cinnabar in the 1cm root of the index finger of the left hand. Under the neon light of the city at night, it seems to be burning brightly.
Lu Ziwen subconsciously turned his left hand to look at the fingertips of the four fingers, and a very thin layer of scorpion suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
This is the nephew of the violinist!
Lu Ziwen suddenly woke up, he was dull for a second, and then rushed to the roadside to clean the beautiful window glass. When he saw the blurred figure reflected in the glass, he suddenly stopped.
The young black-haired man reflected on the glass, pale, but described beautiful and handsome. Lu Ziwen has been in Europe for many years, and he has seen many beautiful and unconventional models, but this young beautiful is beautiful, but there is no such feminine breath.
Lu Ziwen searched for a long time in his memory and suddenly remembered a name.
"Hey...hey?"
Thinking of this name, Lu Ziwen slowly raised his brow and began to recall.
Hey, these two words in the current Europe may not look down on the storm, and few people will remember who this is. However, if placed eight years ago, this black-haired and dark-eyed Chinese teenager has set off a Chinese heat, which has caused a sensation in Vienna for a long time.
You are a genius.
He has an excellent family. His father is the chief conductor of the famous symphony orchestra of the city of China, and his mother is the chief of the s-symphony orchestra. Under the influence of such a family, he began to learn violin at the age of 3, and was famous in the Chinese music industry at the age of 6. At the age of 13, he won the junior group championship of the Vilnius International Violin Competition.
Throughout the year, the name is really famous throughout Europe.
He toured around the world with his parents. Even at the age of 14, he had a performance with the Vienna Symphony Orchestra and achieved great success. Lu Ziwen also came into contact with it at that time.
In harmony with the reputation of the family and the family, this boy has the arrogance of ordinary people.
No one can look down, no one can swear. Every time I practice in the orchestra, the nose will go up to the sky. When the practice is over, I will leave directly, and even my own box will be squatting.
Honestly, Lu Ziwen doesn't like jealousy, or it can be said that no one in the entire Vienna Symphony Orchestra likes this kid. However, the talent of 戚暮 is really amazing, and Lu Ziwen is convinced again and again with excellent standards.
The mutation occurred at the age of 14 years old.
Awkward parents had a car accident and the two died on the spot. Although the two went in a hurry, they also left a large legacy to the monk, so although there is no relative in the family, you can live well. Moreover, my parents are famous in the Chinese music industry, and their popularity is also very good. Many people are willing to take care of them.
However, if you are really disciplined...
Is that still the end of the defeat?
When the parents died, the boy with a higher eye than the top was arrogant. No one forced him to practice the piano. No one asked him to participate in the competition. He did not hesitate to trample his talents into the dust. It was rare to encounter a violin every day.
Although there are many properties left by my uncle, I can't stand the expenses of the monks. By the time he was 18, he had to pick up his own violin and rely on "selling art". There are also old friends who don't want to help, but they don't have the heart and lungs to the extreme. They only cheated some money every time, but they didn't change at all.
Lu Ziwen heard people say that he once said such a sentence: "The two old guys are fortunate enough to die early, or else I will kill them sooner or later! I am forced to learn the violin all day, and say what my talent is. Go to the talent! Laozi is going to ask for food, don't touch the broken piano!"
Of course, I haven't fallen to the point of begging for food. It's just that life has been hit hard from the previous good to the present, and the whole person is decadent. Lu Ziwen remembers that he seems to have left Europe and returned to China at the age of 19, and he never knows what kind of ending he is.
but......
"He... drugs...?"
Lu Ziwen was sitting on the side of the road with his back against the window glass. The pain in his chest gradually weakened and almost disappeared in the end.
Lu Ziwen remembers that when he woke up, he flashed in front of his eyes, a pile of white powder and a few discarded plastic straws on the small table. The other people in the bar room were holding the thing, the expression was full of obsessive madness, and he seemed to fall on the ground for a long time, even if he walked out the wall himself, no one would ignore it.
Sitting on the icy brick floor, Lu Ziwen's face was blue.
His memory only stayed in the lounge of the golden
hall backstage. The fiber on the carpet buried his face. How could he struggle to struggle, but he felt that the whole person was restrained by the throat, and he even moved it. difficult.
The feeling is that no matter how much you breathe, there is no air coming into the lungs.
Your trachea is completely blocked, you can only feel the less and less oxygen in your chest, and you are so painful that you are so painful. At the moment before dying, Lu Ziwen had desperately went to hell.
He hates!
He hates Luo Yusen's unrequited love to this point, and he even watched him die!
He hates!
He hates that he is unclear, and he believes in such a beast!
Most of the causes of asthma are caused by allergies. Lu Ziwen did not find out what his allergens were in his life. He did not think that he would eventually die under the two fists of Luo Yusen.
Perhaps the dust that Lu Yusen had on his hand might be some kind of pollen on his arm. When the fierce beating impact was superimposed on the sudden asthma attack, Lu Ziwen had no possibility of rebellion.
Lu Ziwen reached out and grabbed his face, leaning back against the cold window glass. Passers-by are curious to see this well-described youth, and Lu Ziwen completely concealed his contemplation. Suddenly, he jerked his hand and slammed it to the wall. The whole person woke up.
"Luo Yusen..."
"Rosie Yusen!!!"
Sen coldly smiled, Lu Ziwen gritted his teeth and smashed the name of the scum from the teeth.
At this time, it is grotesque and absurd. Lu Ziwen also understands what happened. He didn't know if he really died, but in terms of the feeling of resentment, he thought that he - Lu Ziwen should have died.
Now, he is born again on the shackles.
"Luo Yusen, you said... You have to wait for me for 92 years?"
"Then you... must wait."
As if I saw the cold and shameless face of the scum, Lu Ziwen dangerously picked up the scorpion and looked up at the night sky where the city was stained with red. His ears are full of noisy sounds, the sound of a car whistle, the voice of pedestrians, the hum of walking...
Suddenly, Lu Ziwen slowly smiled: "It turns out... you really have talent. Is this... absolute sound?"
In response to Lu Ziwen's words, it was a busy traffic on the road, which formed a nice harmony melody, and the whole city was pounding the sound. And all the sounds seemed to be split into pieces, one by one into the ears of Lu Ziwen. From different directions, with different pitches, even the sound of metal impact, Lu Ziwen can hear its accurate rhythm.
Lu Ziwen slammed into the ground for a long time, only to return to God: "Not only the absolute sound... Hey, is your talent so high?"
As Lu Ziwen said, if you don't really encounter it, you can never believe what kind of talent it is.
All the voices are as if they have thoughts, and they automatically go to their own position, rushing to tell him his direction, pitch and even the frequency of shaking.
Absolute sound is already very rare, and there are very few people in history, such as music genius Mozart.
Although Lu Ziwen does not know what kind of talent these masters have, he believes that the absolute sound of 戚暮 is certainly not inferior to them, and even... will be even higher. The voices of all things in this world are completely discerned and recognized, and it is something that Lu Ziwen can't imagine.
He finally understood why his uncle and aunt would strictly demand jealousy and let him not waste his talent.
"If you haven't wasted your time these years... I'm afraid, you won't die in that pub, and you have become the few people standing at the top of Vienna."
Lu Ziwen did not know the cause of death.
In fact, after leaving Europe, it was really a tumultuous bump. He also began to accept the kindness from his parents and friends. But where can you live as they wish?
He began to take the money of the elders to soak, pick up the girl, and later even started to drive and use drugs. This makes those elders completely cold, and no longer want to see this rebellious musical prodigy.
I touched the big
Ma did not have a few days, this time the wine was drunk, so he fainted and ate too much of the big
hemp, the feeling of dreaming like drunk makes him seem to return to the past The most brilliant years. However, after the heart beats vigorously and the blood is frantic, the genius, known as a rare rare genius, has died in a dirty and dark bar box. The peers and friends are still smoking big 麻, no one pays attention. His death.
Lu Ziwen woke up when the corpse was about to stiffen.
"嘀嘀-"
A loud whistle suddenly sounded at Lu Ziwen's side, shaking his body, and the fragmentary memories suddenly poured into the brain. Only a few seconds later, Lu Ziwen was sober from that awkward state and hurried through his life.
"It turns out... do you want to go back to that place too?"
He had already fallen, and he did not have the determination to quit the big
hemp, and he did not have the confidence to work hard to return to the stage of the music hall. He just thought about becoming the focus of the world's attention, but did not make efforts, so he now has the shackles of bars and underground streets.
After all, it was a flower that grew up in a greenhouse. Although it was frustrated for eight years, it never suffered, so there was no courage to climb up from the bottom.
Lu Ziwen sighed: "So... let's go back to that place together, hehe."
When the voice just fell, Lu Ziwen felt that it was light, as if the obscenity that belonged to him had completely disappeared.
The eight-year-old life has long been exhausted, his money is about to be spent, and the parents' friends are not willing to help him again. It's also hopeless for the future. give up.
"From now on, I am you, hehe. I want to make the sound of the sound of the sound of China. I want everyone in Europe to know who he is, I want to let these two words spread. Global! This is your last wish..."
"It's my dream too!"
"Hey, let's go back to that place!"
"Lu Ziwen has died and belongs to the era of embarrassment..."
"It's about to start!"
......
Vienna, 2 pm.
A city of music that is separated from the city of B by half, is not a grand funeral.
Most of the members of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra came to condolences. They held white bouquets and walked to the man surrounded by wreaths in an orderly manner to express their sorrow. When everything is over, when the guests are about the same time, some people from the group of guests are whispering from time to time.
"I heard that Luo seems to have been taken away by the police?"
"Well, it seems that before the end of the land, he had a fight with the land, and the police are investigating."
"Oh, but Lu died because of asthma, which is really a shame!"
"Yeah God, Lu is an excellent violinist, it's a pity!"
"Hey, how could Lu not bring medicine? This is really a joke of God..."
The guests left almost in succession. After the last person left the hall, a black Bentley slowly stopped at the entrance of the venue. Then, a pair of bright leather shoes first appeared on the slate, followed by the handsome and handsome man's face indifferent to the car.
He walked into the mourning hall step by step, holding a large bouquet of white lilies in his hands, and did not speak, just looking at the man in the black and white photo for a long time, as if to become a statue.
No one knows how long it took, and put the white lily in his hand in front of the photo, and finally turned and left.
It's just a simple to the extreme action, and even a sentence is not left. This man who has been hailed as the king of modern classical disappears into the hall, as if it has never been seen before. Only the white lily that sways in the wind in the hall will not Hidden secrets are known.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to just find him... It happened." A blond-haired man waited for a long time at the entrance of the venue to pick up the sentence, then he walked back to the car with the donkey. Next, I couldn't help but turn around and said: "This accident is really regrettable. In the words of your Chinese... oh, you have to mourn."
I turned to look at the trees that flashed through the window, and the twilight was deep and unclear, like a deep pool of water.
For a long time, he whispered: "Really... accident?"
The blond man said differently: "Hey, what did you say?"
The cold and elegant man gently shook his head, and he lowered his throat to cover the emotions in his eyes.
The blond man looked at him with a puzzled look, and finally turned around and stopped asking.
His face was dull and coveted, and the beautiful face of the sculpted face finally showed a trace of sadness, but he was well hidden by him.
Is it an accident...
In the morning and evening, there will be ways to know.Chapter 2: 2754 characters 2021-02-03 02:16:13
Huaxia b city, early morning.
"叮咚-叮咚叮咚-"
The uninterrupted doorbell has been ringing for 3 minutes and is very awkward in the quiet corridor. The knocker was obviously very patient, and even if there was no reaction in the house, he still pressed tirelessly.
When the young man in the room struggled to hold the wall and walked to the front door and opened the door, the handsome man outside the door looked strange for a moment, then raised his hand to help the silver glasses on the nose, and looked at him with surprise. youth.
"Hey... how do you make yourself look like this?!!!"
As he said, the man entered the house while he walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, squatting in without strength.
"How many days have you not slept? How did you become like this?" The man frowned and said: "Let the teacher know that you are like this now, she will be very sad. You are her only son, I hope You can live very well."
He looked up at the man, his tired eyes looked at each other for a while, then gently shook his head and said: "I am detoxification." Suddenly, he added: "Hmm... is a big ring
Hemp. How come you, Zheng Weiqiao?"
I quickly searched the man's name from memory.
Zheng Weiqiao.
Zheng Weiqiao is the apprentice of his mother. She followed her for more than ten years. She was unable to pick up the violin a few years ago because of an accidental fracture of the hand bone. From then on, she became a music critic and became famous in the industry.
Over the years, many of my old friends who have been father-in-law have extended their help, but they have been cold and have never asked questions in the performance of the incompetent, and Zheng Weiqiao is an exception. His family is poor, and because of his aunt's reason, he has the opportunity to learn the violin. It is probably because of gratitude. No matter what kind of decadence and debauchery, he will tolerate the past.
Zheng Weiqiao listened to what he said, and frowned at his disgust: "Big
Ma?? When did you touch that thing? I didn't tell you before, don't you talk to those friends, why don't you listen?" They just want to let you pay for it and don't treat you as a friend at all."
He reached out and licked his own temple, and did not answer.
Zheng Weiqiao saw it and sighed: "You are still young, teachers are going early, you don't understand these is normal. But hey, I don't want you to continue this way, you are wasting your talent. Teacher I once said that you can reach her forty years old at the age of twenty, but what about you now?"
In the withdrawal reaction of large
hemp, the most obvious feeling of sputum is insomnia.
In the past three days, he has barely closed his eyes. I feel very bad, I feel that something is stuck in my heart but I can't say it. Once I get to the night, I can't sleep at all. I often feel hungry, and I have to spit it out at the end.
It's really tossing up his half life.
Fortunately, the original master's big
hemp did not seem to take long, so on the third day, he felt a lot more comfortable, and a little bit sleepy. When I just planned to sleep, I heard a loud doorbell. He climbed up with a weak body and saw Zheng Weiqiao. He also listened to this long remark.
"Hey, if you really don't like the violin, then I won't force you. I recently found a good job for you, that is, an assistant in "The Sound of Music", if you want to, will later Have the opportunity to climb up again."
Hearing a word, he raised an eyebrow in a strange way and asked: "Have you arranged a music teacher job for me before?"
In the memory of the original Lord, Zheng Weiqiao has been constantly arrogant for the past few years. He just found dozens of kinds of introduction work, and finally he was rejected by the original main disgusting or disgusted to go to work. Last month, Zheng Weiqiao also introduced a good job - to do the student's violin tutoring in college. I didn't expect this to be changed again in the past half a month.
After listening to the blasphemy, Zheng Weiqiao was surprised: "Don't you want to touch the violin? Although the job is only an assistant, if you don't want to touch the violin, it is ok."
When he said this, Zheng Weiqiao shook his head helplessly.
He believes in his teacher's words and understands what kind of talent this young man has. However, it was probably that the teacher forced him too tightly when he was a child. Everyone did not expect that he would have such a serious rebellious mentality, and now he would not touch the violin again.
In fact, Zheng Weiqiao also guessed this wrong.
I know that the original owner is not really so disgusted with the violin, and more worried.
I am worried that even if I try harder, I can't reach the previous glory. I worry that even if I pick up the violin, I can only be an ordinary violinist and be laughed at by the former music prodigy. This is the most fearful thing of the original.
Therefore, it is better to stop picking up and to maintain the glory of the past.
"Hey, you should do something different. Although you are only an assistant now, you can still become an editor or even an editor later. If you are willing to work hard, I believe you can..."

Is there any activity recently?

"You can definitely become the "voice of music"... Well, what did you say?" Zheng did not ask strangely.
I saw Junxiu's youth slightly smiled and looked at him. Although the exquisite face was exhausted, it was difficult to hide his brilliance. He smiled and said:
You know recently... Is there any activity? Small concert Family concerts are all right. Um... If a large orchestra is recruiting, it would be better."
Zheng Weiqiao did not respond at the moment, he asked slyly: "Do you want to go to the concert?"
He smirked and shook his head and said, "I want to apply."
"If you want to go to the concert, the recent b-city film orchestra... you said you want to apply?!!!" Zheng Weiqiao dared to open his eyes, and asked in amazement: "You actually want to apply." What should I apply for?"
戚暮 slightly frowning, asked: "Don't it be a violinist?"
Zheng Weiqiao stayed for a long time and nodded. "Should..." The next second, he immediately responded: "Hey, how come you suddenly want to apply? Have you had any financial difficulties recently, actually want to Pick up the violin? If you have anything to tell me directly, I will try my best to solve it for you."
In the memory of the original Lord, Zheng Weiqiao has always been a calm and calm person. So I saw the other person's unbelievable appearance. I felt so funny and helpless. He said:
I really want to go back. Zheng Ge, you don't have to worry. If you know where there is recently Missing people, can you contact me?"
"If you have anything, you can tell me directly, I can..."
"I really don't really have financial difficulties!" He immediately interrupted Zheng Weiqiao's words. He said, he also reached out and held down the hand of Zheng Weiqiao who was smashing his wallet. He couldn't smile: "You believe me." Once, Zheng Ge. I really want to go back."
It is said that Zheng Wuqiao's action of saving money is stagnation. He looked at the young man in front of him with suspicious eyes for a long time, and confirmed that the other party really did not deceive himself. He said: "I will pay more attention to this matter. You... really don't think that the assistant's position is away from you. Imagine too low to decide to go back to the circle?"
From the moment the other party just entered the door, he has been suspected of being jealous now. Once again, he solemnly, seriously, solemnly and solemnly shook his head and said with conviction: "Even if you want me to be the editor-in-chief of "The Sound of Music" today, Zheng Ge, I will also talk to you about these words. If you know where there is someone recently, please contact me."
Zheng Weiqiao looked at him for a long time with a complicated look. Although he promised it, he still didn't fully believe that he really wanted to go back until he left.
He hesitated before leaving, or left a sentence: "If it is really bad money... you can call me, oh..."
This makes Junxiu's beautiful young people cry and tears, and even said: "Yes, if I really lose money, I will definitely contact you."
This year, it was the first time I saw someone asking someone to borrow money. It was a long experience.
When Zheng Weiqiao left, he remembered that he didn't seem to have a meal a day. After he simply filled his stomach, he did not leave the table and received a call from Zheng Weiqiao.
Zheng Weiqiao's work efficiency is really unexpectedly high. He is also a bit famous in the classical music circle of the city, so he quickly found some internal news.
"In the recent words, the B City Symphony Orchestra is just recruiting people. Two months later they will perform a New Year concert in the City Hall of the B City. It only takes two months... Hey, you haven't touched it for several years. Is the violin?
Zheng Weiqiao's worries can be heard over the phone. He sighed and said,
Would you wait for me to look again?

"Two months?"
At the other end of the line, the voice of low-pitched good-sounding voice came, Zheng Weiqiao gave a brief glimpse, and then said: "Well, only two months. Because the deputy chief of the second violin department of the b city symphony orchestra gave birth to a disease." Resting, and it is said that the candidate violinists in the orchestra are not always in line with the commanding intentions, so they will start recruiting people." Dunton, Zheng Weiqiao added: "Only qualified to go to the election, although I just got a recommendation from a friend, but hey, I think you have to practice for a few months and come back... this is better."
Under the splendid and warm sunshine, I looked up to the innocent sky.
I saw a blue sky, a cloud of clouds, and a good weather in the b city seems to be a good future. He smiled and said to the phone: "Zheng Ge, I remember three years ago... I seem to have the violin in your home?"
Wen Yan, Zheng Weiqiao stunned: "Fall... at my house?!"
How did he remember that three years ago, it was obvious that he would not see his own violin again, and he gave him the precious violin. How did he suddenly become...
"Well, it's accidentally falling. You are at home." The tone was firm.
"..."
"Zheng Ge?"
At the end of the phone, Zheng Weiqiao was in a good mood.
Although it was an expensive violin, and now he is asking for him to go back, Zheng Wuqiao did not feel a bit reluctant, but felt comfortable, and even the stagnation in his mind has been cleared a lot.
"I will send you to you tomorrow, hehe. Oh no... I will send you tonight! Forget it, I will go back now!!!"
戚暮: "..."
What is Zheng Wuqiao thinking about?
He was thinking: This matter can not be delayed at all. Is this a brainstorming and not wanting?
Zheng Weiqiao can remember that last year, it was a bankruptcy, and he bought a big horsepower Ferrari that he had been watching for a long time, but he just got it and opened it for two days. The kid turned and sold again.
What did he say at the beginning?
- "Well, I will be three minutes hot. This stuff is tired when I open it."
Zheng Weiqiao can't take this risk. If this is the next day, he will tell him "Well, I am three minutes of heat, this violin will be given to you again." Zheng Weiqiao really has to cry into a dog.
The phone has not been hung up yet, Zheng Weiqiao curiously asked: "Hey... How do you suddenly want to go back to the circle?"
On the other side of the phone, the young man who was so hungry and unable to do so was able to pick up the 20th toast of today and express it straight into his mouth. When I drank the bread and swallowed the bread into my stomach, I thought about it and said, "How do you want to go back? Well... probably after the rebellious period, it should be back to normal."
After listening to this, Zheng Weiqiao's footsteps said: "You recently...what is it?"
He stuffed a piece of toast into his stomach and thought about it. He asked: "Big
maze?"
"..."
Well, it really is eating the wrong thing.
But this thing...
It's great to eat wrong!
Zheng Weiqiao said with a blank expression in his heart.
Today's b city is really clear skies, blue sky.
Zheng Weiqiao, who has always been calm, is going back and forth, sweating and sweating all the clothes. He finally sent the precious violin to his hand, and he just took a bucket of instant noodles and smiled and invited Zheng Weiqiao to dinner together.
Well, for 戚暮, it's his second bucket of instant noodles tonight, and he's still changing his tastes very well –
Change from braised beef flavor to mushroom stewed chicken.
The two enjoyed the heat together... After the instant noodles, the sky was dark, Zheng Weiqiao squatted for a long time outside the door, and finally could not help but said: "Hey, I am very glad that you can say such words today, more than half You haven't seen it in the month, but you really changed a bit. But I hope you know that once you really enter the orchestra, then... a lot of things can't make you change as you like. You really... made up your mind. ?"
Under the bright lights, the young man slowly gathered the smile between the eyebrows and solemnly said: "Zheng Ge, you think... I have changed too much for you today, you are worried... I am just on the rise, Simply Playing?"
In fact, there is not much contact between Zheng Weiqiao and Yan, which is only slightly more frequent in recent years. In the past few years, I have been tortured by life and I am no longer as good as before. I am not as ignorant as I used to be, but even if my temper is converging, I am absolutely not surprised by Zheng Weiqiao.
Zheng Weiqiao glanced at the hand that leaned gently against the door.
If it is not certain that no one in the world will have such a beautiful hand again, Zheng Weiqiao even has some doubts about whether or not someone has become a shackle and wants to implement a big conspiracy.
Sighing in my heart, Zheng Weiqiao shook his head: "Perhaps what happened to you during this half-month, it completely changed you. Hey, you still have a lot of plasticity, you can become like this today. I am very happy. I am not worried that you are just on the rise. These are your own choices. I only hope that... you can be solemn."
The rumored whispered, the first time I looked at Zheng Weiqiao so seriously.
Zheng Weiqiao finally revealed his first smile today. He raised his hand and helped the silver glasses, saying: "This time is no worse than your past, your parents have passed away for many years, there is no way to bring you more help. I will Try to help you, but hey, everything still depends on you. Your future, only you can make your own choices, you have to choose every step of your future, you must take it seriously. I will try to accompany you. But...the real thing is to look at yourself."
Until Zheng Wuqiao's figure disappeared into the corner of the corridor, he just pulled the door. He leaned back against the cold metal security door panel, and for a long time, he suddenly smiled: "How are people, the difference between you and others... is it so big?"
"God is really too blind, how can you make your body eat a lot of good food, Zheng Weiqiao suffered a car accident, hurt his fingers?"
"Luo Yusen... You have to protect your fingers."
As if suddenly thought of something funny, smirked and laughed: "Well, remember to protect your fingers, Luo Yusen..."Chapter 3: 2630 characters 2021-02-03 02:16:12
The City Symphony Orchestra is one of the famous symphony orchestras in China. Generally speaking, for such formal large orchestras, they all have a fixed team and rarely recruit new members. But there will also be new situations like this, because the position of an important member is not replaced, so you have to exchange members with the outside.
Therefore, when the 戚暮 arrived at the recruitment location of the B City Symphony Orchestra, many people have already waited in the room and queued for the waiting number. Most of the people in this are not aware of it, and occasionally one or two familiar are just one side.
Zheng Weiqiao introduced to him: "Most of the people who came to participate in the recruitment today are the violinists of other orchestras in the city of B. You have been in Europe for a long time, and you have not played in China several times. The teacher probably did not tell you, Huaxia The symphony started late and the personnel side is still scarce, so there are often such exchange members."
The history of Huaxia's symphony began only in the last century, and the management of the orchestra is relatively loose, which is similar to the North American orchestra.
In Europe, where the symphony is mature, the movement of many large orchestras is very rare. For example, the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, which has the reputation of
the first group in the world
, has even pursued the principle of
not dying without change
.
Thinking of this, I slowly picked up the scorpion.
He remembered that the chief commander of the first regiment of the world six years ago had rushed back at the peak of the peak. He had unloaded all his duties and handed the baton to the orchestra of today's orchestra, thus fulfilling the myth of a modern classical king. .
"But you can rest assured that the selection of the b city symphony orchestra is still very formal, the curtain selection is affirmative, I believe in your strength."
He gently daggers and smiles: "Well, I will work hard."
Zheng Weiqiao pointed to a middle-aged man who was talking about it. "This is the deputy chief of the B City Orchestra Symphony Orchestra. His level is not bad. It is your biggest competitor." After all, it seems to be scruples to the youth. Self-respect, Zheng Weiqiao quickly said: "Of course, he did not board the golden
hall played, if you have not been abandoned in recent years, you must be able to surpass him."
Where did you not know his painstaking efforts, the young man smiled and nodded, revealing a calm smile: "Well, Zheng Ge, I will not despise the opponent, you can rest assured."
Zheng Weiqiao smiled and smiled gratifiedly. After a few more sentences, he went to an old friend and went to the old side. He placed the violin case on his desk and took out the beautiful and delicate violin. , began to sound better.
The body of the body is smooth and beautiful, and the spruce lines used in the panel are clear, so if it has been carefully designed by God. When she took her out of the dark green velvet violin case, the eyes of several violinists on the side were all attracted to her, and she was amazed.
"A beautiful curve, this violin is so beautiful!"

This design is a bit like a lyre. It has a small head, a wide head and a beautiful streamline.

"It won't be a real piano... How much is that worth?"
......
The piano is the collective name of the violin made by Master Stradivari more than 200 years ago. This type of piano breaks the original shape and forms a new style of violin design, whether it is engraving on the head or panel. The arc or the thickness of the board has reached its peak. Ten years ago, Europe auctioned a pair of violins and sold a price of $3.5 million.
He didn't care about the voices of others. He picked up the slender bow and simply wiped it for a while before starting to tune.
He naturally knows that this piano is not a real guitar. Every guitar is worth a lot of money. Even a local tycoon can't take her out in this kind of application.
The one in his hand is a replica of the Siqin, which was hand-made by the master of the Chinese violinist Zhao Shicheng Zhao. Even if it is an imitation, it can still sell a six-figure price on the auction floor.
But... Isn't there a real violin?
I know that my father and aunt really have a very expensive and delicate guitar. They can sell at least 7 digits on the market. This piano is currently in the safe of the Swiss bank. It was originally Prepared as the original adult rite, and now...
Under the premise that a group of old predecessors are worried that the original master will be defeated to the bottomless line and even sell the "little princess", the predecessors will be together, only when the original owner can be the chief identity in the golden
hall again The performance can only be taken out of the piano.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh and sigh. He knew that the original Lord had completely died on the piano...
"This is... Master Zhao's handwriting?" The surprised and screaming male voice suddenly sounded from behind him. He turned to look at it and saw a young violinist looking at him and asked: "I have seen it before. Through the works of Master Zhao, he likes to bend a curve on the head of the piano every time."
The rumored words were a little glimpse, and he smiled: "Well, it is Master Zhao's handwriting."
"Ah! Actually it is really the work of Master Zhao, it is really rare!" The young man looked at the violin in his hand several times, then hesitated for a long time, finally could not help but ask Road: "Excuse me... are you jealous?"
The voice of the young man did not ring, and soon drowned in the sound of the piano that was tuned and practiced by everyone. Only the middle-aged man not far away heard it and looked at it strangely.
In fact, I am also very surprised.
After the original 14-year-old, the Emperor did not appear in front of the public again. The appearance also changed slightly. It is reasonable to say that there are not many people who can recognize him. But this seemingly young man in his twenties actually recognized it at a glance, which really surprised him.
"Well, I am, don't know if you are...?" Yan Junxiu's eyebrows swelled slightly, and a white smile on his face showed a distressed smile.
The young man whispered: "It's really you! I grew up watching you as a child! I liked the "Bat Overture" that I played with the Vienna Symphony Orchestra nine years ago, especially It's the last Allegro, your skills are awesome!
As he said, the young man couldn't help but squint gently, so that he could not laugh.
The young man seems to be a little older than the original owner. He actually said that he was watching his game grow up...
Although it is just unintentional, if you listen to the ears of someone you are afraid, you will think that the other party is deliberately satirical.
After thinking about it, he slid down his throat and smiled. "Thank you for your compliment. I just heard that you practiced a "Mazars op.36" there, and your vibrato is also very good."
The young man heard the words and began to discuss with him immediately, but it didn't take long for him to turn into the scene. He smiled and let him be on the side, cheered him a few words and started picking himself up again. The rosin rubbed silently.
Before he came to power, he didn't like to practice again and again like others, just like rubbing rosin. Looking at the white rosin powder gently covered on the white bow ponytail, it seems that it will never be bored.
"You really are...hey?"
Looking around for the first time, I saw that the middle-aged man who was just on the side of his voice frowned and walked to his side. Seeing each other's disgusting appearance, the smile on the face of the youth gradually subsided. He raised the phoenix and looked at the other side. He said, "Well, I am, what do you have?"
The person who came here is the seed player that Zheng Weiqiao just said.
I saw this middle-aged man said with impatience: "I know what you have been doing for a few years, hehe. You are not saying anything, don't touch the violin anymore, how can you pick up the violin now? Don't think that when you were a child Those achievements can help you. I have seen the sounds you just made. Your level is not falling behind, or you are going back to play with the children."
The middle-aged man did not deliberately put the voice, and the other people present also heard his words, and turned to look at this side. From time to time, some people whispered "Who is swearing", and some people will immediately answer "that is, the genius prodigy that was the year before, and it seems to have fallen in the past few years."
This middle-aged man obviously knows how many ridiculous things the original owner has done in the past few years, such as selling a piece of music that his uncle cherishes most, so it is also a good face to the present.
When you see it, you are helpless and funny.
When everyone was in the middle of the sound, he was the only one who took the tuner. Everyone else relies directly on the trained ear force, but he still needs a comparator. This contrast is up and down.
but......
Unlike other people who can't hear the pitch, he is because there are too many voices to hear, and there is no way to make a sound and need to use a tuner.
This body has a strong sense of sound, and even for every sound in nature, it can directly reflect the index of pitch, tremor and so on. In just ten days, I haven't fully adapted to this magical feeling. In order to prevent mistakes, I only took the tuner. I never imagined that this would be evidence of
level backwardness
in the other's mouth. .
"Mr. Lu, thank you for your concern." I remember that Zheng Weiqiao once said that this person is surnamed Lu. He politely evokes a smile and said: "I have been practicing seriously these days. Solemn."
I have tried to restrain my temper. After all, he is only a newcomer to the music scene. If it is too sharp, it will inevitably not be alive.
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man is still not obsessed: "Hey, I am also your elder. Your parents were really brilliant at the time. You also got a lot of honors, but I also listened to the story of Jiang Lang." A lot of it, we know how you came over these years, you don't want to shame your parents, or go back."
As I said, this middle-aged man still feels that he is really bitter: "The city symphony orchestra is not a place where anyone can come. Don't regret losing your parents' faces. I am also for you, you. Those little clever people can still use it when they are young. If you are a big one, you still have to take care of your wife and children."
Listening to this, the curvature of the corner of the lips is getting more and more pressed. In the end, he has looked at the other side with a blank expression, only listening to the other person is still self-righteous: "You kids are taking the recruitment of the orchestra It's a joke, you just said that you practiced seriously these days? How is this possible..."
"Mr. Lu," the young man sneered out from his nose and interrupted the other person's words. I saw the cockroach slightly over the head, and the black broken hair was cut from his full forehead, revealing a pair of beautiful and beautiful scorpions. "Excuse me, have you installed a camera in my house?"
The middle-aged man stunned and replied subconsciously: "No."
"Oh, then, where do you know where I have not worked hard these days?"
"you......!!!"
Seeing each other's face dumbfounded, he smirked his lips and smiled indifferently, never too lazy to look at this person. The middle-aged man of Lu's name seemed to want to say something, but he just called his serial number, and he was ready to go in and play.
Before leaving, he also walked up to the front of the embarrassed, and dropped a sentence: "When the results come out, you will know how much you have fallen behind others in these years! Boy, don't think that you have talent." Hu Lai, I will tell you with strength, and the effort is far more important than talent!"
When I heard it, I fell down and smiled and asked: "Genius is one percent of inspiration plus ninety-nine percent of sweat?"
The middle-aged man who was surnamed Lu immediately nodded: "Not bad!"
I saw a sudden squint of the lips, revealing a white tooth: "Oh, I just forgot to say the last sentence. But that one percent of the inspiration is far more important than 99% of the sweat. ""
"you......!!!"
The eyes of the middle-aged man went to the studio with anger, and the smile that deliberately evoked on his face slowly subsided.
He naturally knows that there are many people who work hard in this world. Even if they struggle for a lifetime, they can't compare with those who are talented, even those who are good at home.
Just like himself, if he had no talent, he could not be an orphan to the deputy chief of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra; if he didn't work hard, he might just be a little talented boy, and it would be difficult to become a big man.
But in this world, there are also people who are frustrated and hard-working but can become masters of the generation, such as Mahler; nor are they masters who have a poor family but can be famous for centuries, such as Schubert.
However, they never hate the talents of others and hate the family of others.
People who only know how to make a fuss like this, probably... can only be a deputy chief of a regular orchestra forever.
He sighed softly, and the action of rubbing the rosin in his hand also stopped slightly.
What he didn't know was that, just next to the window, there were two spirited old men who took this scene into their eyes.
One of the black hair smiled and said to the companion on the side: "Old Tan, this is not seen for a few years. This family boy... I didn't even know it? I am old and have a bad memory. Now, when I was going to live and sell the piano, do you say that he is?"
The old man, called Lao Tan, snorted disdainfully and said: "Who is this ruined family who allowed him to enter the gate of the symphony orchestra of the city? Find someone to blast him out!"
"Hey, don't you! This is to let the little girl like that month know that you want to blow her son out, you see if she will turn face with you."
Referring to this name, Lao Tan's face flashed a trace of sadness. He gently shook his head and said,
That... then look at the moon, and give the defeated family a chance?

Hearing the words, the old man who smiled and gently daggered, and when Lao Tan went to the performance room first, the old man looked at the black-haired youth who was still wiping the rosin over there for a long time, and suddenly sighed:
"You... don't let your talents go."Chapter 4: 2367 characters 2021-02-03 02:16:12
Indeed, as Zheng Weiqiao said, the middle-aged man, as the deputy chief of the b-channel pipeline symphony orchestra, still has a little strength. He played the second movement of Dvorak's "The Sixth Symphony of the D Major". It is a gentle and slow soft board.
The music is light and comfortable, and if the gentle hand moves the heartstrings of the person, even the 戚暮 gives a good evaluation of the song. The only pity is that in the final closing part, the middle-aged person is obviously too anxious and has not dealt with the final ending of calm.
Hearing and frowning.
This should be placed in the concert of the big orchestra in Europe. It is a major mistake, the kind that can be warned or even removed. But for the current orchestra's job fair, this middle-aged man has already performed well enough, at least let other players wait and see.
"The little boy, you can do anything in this world without talent. Your parents will die early, I will discipline you for them, let you know what to say, what should not say, what place It's time to go, nowhere to go.
After the middle-aged man played his own repertoire, he went to the side of the beggar and sneered at the next sentence.
The rumored speech suddenly laughed, it looks like... This person is really a soft persimmon, can you just pinch it?
"Mr. Lu, you know... before you, what kind of person said this?"
The middle-aged man yelled and asked subconsciously: "Who?"
Jun Ting's delicate Meifeng peaked slightly, pretending to think for a long while, and then said: "The chief conductor of the B City Symphony Orchestra, Mr. Tan Lao, the chairman of the Huaxia Music Association, the music director of the s city symphony orchestra... Munich Philharmonic Mr. Verona, the violinist of the orchestra, and Mr. Derek, the music director of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra. Well, remember so much for the time being."
His voice was calm and calm, but the people around him listened to his smiling voice, and they both opened their eyes in surprise, and the sound of amazement sounded from time to time.
The middle-aged man listened to the name, the darker his face. These people don't want to say the music director of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, the chief conductor of the nearest city symphony orchestra, which is too far from his world.
This middle-aged man was originally looking at the annihilation of his parents and his family. He wanted to fall into the rock and fall down the genius prodigy. I didn't expect to lift the stone and lick his own feet, letting him face his face. You must know that the dead camel is bigger than the horse. Even if these predecessors look at the aunt's aunt, it is impossible to make others so humiliated.
It's his business to be degraded, and you are going to bully him. That's what you are wrong with.
In the hearts of the old predecessors, there are always scales hanging.
The middle-aged man felt that his face had no light, and he had to swear by the words "If you have the ability to take this job and say it again," then you will leave with impetuosity. Looking at the back of his distant eyes, it is a pity that he is merciful in his eyes.
Those who are hated and blinded will not go too far on this road.
戚暮 It's not too late today, the serial number is also in the last few. When it's his turn, there are only three or four people left in the field, and the middle-aged man is also in it, looking cold. Ready to see his jokes.
"Oh, a hairy boy thinks that he doesn't take the violin for a few years, can he really compare with us?"
He did not pay attention to this deliberate provocative discourse. After hearing his serial number, he put down the rosin that had been wiped in his hands and got up and went to the frontcourt.
The stage of the job fair is a small theater where several heavyweights of the B City Symphony Orchestra sit in the middle of the front row of seats. A high wattage spotlight illuminates the center of the stage, leaving the player with a standing position.
I stepped forward and calmly walked over.
"Hey...?" The violin chief of the B City Symphony Orchestra sitting in the front row read the name in a strange way, then immediately turned to look at the white-haired old man on the side, tentatively asked: "Tan Lao, yes ...that oh?"
The white-haired old man snorted coldly and said: "Listen to the song."
The violin chief smiled and didn't ask more.
"No. 36, hey, Dvorak's second movement of the "D major symphony", ask the teachers to advise."
As soon as the words fell, the face of the middle-aged man who was watching Lu was blackened, and the other players around him smirked and smirked at him. As for the people sitting on the judges' seats, the violin chief Du Shengxian of the B City Symphony Orchestra asked curiously: "Hey, isn't the song you originally chose to play is not the fourth movement?"
Dvorak's name is a legendary existence in the history of music. He has nine most symphonies in his life. The ninth symphony that has spread all over the world has a name,
From New World
. The "D Major Symphony" is the sixth of the nine.
The main concert of the b-symphony orchestra of the city is Dvorak's "d major" and "golden spinning car", so the 40 players who participated in this competition are selected from these two songs. Originally, Zheng Weiqiao gave the fourth movement of the "D major symphony", which is the last part of the whole song, and it is the end of the song.
He smiled and bent his throat and replied: "Mr. Du, there is no triple movement in front of it. I think the final chapter is still lacking, so I want to temporarily change to the second movement." Apparently, I glanced at the middle-aged man who had already been mad at the side, and the smile at the bottom of his eyes was a bit deeper.
Du Sheng will take his little tricks into his eyes, then smile and nod. "Okay, then you will start playing."
After politely bowing, he lifted the violin and put it on the left shoulder. He took a deep breath and then lifted the slender and beautiful bow. The next second, like the soft feathers of the graceful piano. From the hole, slowly flow out.
The beginning of the song makes people feel awkward, feeling the mind is empty, and came to the beautiful fairyland. The fluttering vibrato is treated to the ultimate chord. With the release of the exquisite sound of the violin, people almost forget their position. They only feel that they are in a soft warm water, as if they are stepping on the clouds.
The second movement of "d major" is, in the eyes of many people, the most common part of the whole song. Not as exciting and brisk as the first movement, not as witty as the third movement, and even worse than the fourth movement. However, it is such a seemingly warm and peaceful piece of soft board, but in the hands of the scorpion seems to have life, people feel the calm of the soul.
If, before, the middle-aged Lu's middle-aged people played well and could reach the level of the China National Grand Theatre, then the song that has been played now has surpassed the other side, even if it is placed in Europe, it is second to none. s level.
Especially the final finishing, the long-lasting charm, so that the judges here have not recovered from the music, not to mention other players who are listening.
"My performance is over, thank you for listening."
The young people's low-pitched and pleasant voices brought back the thoughts of people flying to the sky. Du Sheng put away the relaxed look and solemnly looked at the embarrassment on the stage.
I saw that under the bright and glaring spotlight, this handsome and graceful young man seemed to be able to compete with the sun, especially the appearance of his closed piano, as if there was an invisible light shining behind the youth. , people can not look directly.
Du Sheng secretly thought in his heart: If this is the defeated son that Tan Lao often said... then, he is afraid that even losing his family is not as good!
On the side of the stage, the middle-aged man has already stunned his face with anger.
There is no need for judges to comment at all. The gap between him and this young man can be seen by anyone with a clear eye. He played only the second movement of "d major", and the performance of the pipa was already the whole piece of music, including the brisk of the prelude, the humor of the back, as long as he listened to his performance, it made people want The desire to listen to the whole song.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man no longer has a face to stay, and he immediately stunned and stunned, and his back looks like a rush, like a wilderness.
戚暮 Naturally aimed at the departure of this middle-aged man, he smiled slightly with a smile on his lips, but there was no multilingual.
At the jury's seat, Mr. Tan Zhenghui, the chief conductor of the B City Symphony Orchestra, who was sitting in the middle of the center, looked at the complex time for a long time. He finally sighed long and the fingers that had been clenched were slowly loosened.
Tan Laodao: "The performance is very good, you can go on and wait for the result."
It was said that at the place, everyone was suddenly stunned. And he was a little bit stunned, and he smiled and politely bowed and then turned and left.
Du Sheng looked at the back of Qing Jun, and frowned. He whispered, "Oh, why don't you let him leave without giving a comment? Is this not... not very good?"
Who expected Tan Lao to raise an eyebrow and asked: "Who is the rule?"
Du Sheng slammed the ground and replied: "You are set."
"Oh, now the rules have changed, I am right."
"..."
The line, the orchestra you command, do what you want to do!
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Outside the small theater, Zheng Weiqiao has waited for a while. As soon as he saw him, he immediately greeted him. When he said nothing, he quickly comforted him: "You haven't touched the violin for many years, and this has only been practiced for a few days. This defeat is still extenuating. You I don't have to go to my heart. I heard that the b-string symphony orchestra will start recruiting next month. You can try it."
The rumored words stunned the scorpion and looked at Zheng Weiqiao with a funny smile.
Zheng Weiqiao took the sly silence as the default, and quickly said: "It is not good. There are many teachers and friends in the city. We can also go to the city to develop. There are many teachers and students in the city symphony orchestra. Colleagues, if you work hard with your level, you can definitely enter the first violin group."
Under the gentle sunshine, the young black hair was exposed to a golden color. I saw you licking your lips slightly, and you showed a confident smile on the face of Li Junxiu. He asked: "Zheng Ge, you are worried... I am unsuccessful?"
Zheng Weiqiao heard a glimpse and subconsciously asked: "Isn't it?" After a pause, he remembered that he could not directly clarify this matter and had to euphemistically say: "I just heard from friends that Tan Lao did not let people If you give you a comment, let you step down directly... You don't want to go too far. Tan always looks at your mother and grow up. He must have his reasons for doing this. Even if this election is lost, you still have many orchestras. Can go to recruit."
Listening to Zheng Weiqiao's words, the smile on his lips is a bit more brilliant. He looked up and looked at the scorpion in the blue sky and the sky was covered with golden rims. He suddenly asked: "Zheng Ge, the b city symphony orchestra... What kind of orchestra?"
Zheng Weiqiao screamed and replied: "In the scope of China, it is already the top-level orchestra."
"So... what are you worried about?"
Zheng Weiqiao frowned at the incomprehensible, only listening to the 戚暮 and said: "If it does not choose me, then ... the city symphony orchestra, but this is not the case."
The calm and calm voice of the young man also brought a smile, but let Zheng Weiqiao all the people in the same place. He stared blankly and walked forward with his violin case. He walked halfway and suddenly remembered that he was behind him, and smiled and let him hurry up.
In the blank of the brain, Zheng Weiqiao suddenly felt that he might have seen an illusion.
He has never seen such a self-confident jealousy, with a resolutely arrogant king, as if he is now in China, not in the back of the music scene, but in Europe where a magnificent behemoth stands.
There was an inexplicable thought in his mind -
This person should stand on the stage of the golden
hall, let the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra become his accompaniment, and join him to show the world the infinite charm of the symphony! But there is such a existence, there is almost no...
Do not!
Really have one!
At the beginning, the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra became his accompaniment, a sensation in the world, and the title of the king of the piano.
Thinking of this, Zheng Wuqiao's heart suddenly burst into an impulse. This is the blood that he has never felt since he was 30 years old. He wants to try to go side by side with this young man and see...he How far can you go.
In the evening of city b, the streets are already very congested. The vast expanse of the sky is full of sunset glow reddish by the sunset, like a burning cloud, the entire city will be swept, so many passers-by can not help but stop to admire.
The sun in the east has begun to burn.
The West is completely ignorant.Chapter 5: 2066 characters 2021-02-03 02:16:12
In the early morning in Vienna, the sky just woke up, and under the blue was a leisurely and busy man. On both sides of the road are beautiful tall sycamore trees. The early autumn season makes the ground covered with a thick layer of golden yellow leaves, which is fascinating as a blanket.
When Luo Yusen came out of the taxi, he happened to meet a passerby who had rushed through the traffic lights. After he cursed his own violin case, he had to stand on the side of the road waiting for the person to walk.
Luo Yusen has been out of the police station for a week. Lu Ziwen's cause of death has been determined to be an acute asthma attack. Even before Luo Yusen's fight against Lu Ziwen's injury, there has never been an asthma attack in the current medical research.
Moreover, Luo Yusen was in tears in prison, and he also screamed in tears, "Why did you go early?" "Why didn't you see Lu Ziwen's illness?" He cried to death and let the police have to face each other. When he left, there was no evidence to prove that he had a direct relationship with the accident.
According to Luo Yusen's testimony and the time of death inferred by the forensic doctor, it should be that shortly after Luo Yusen left the lounge, Lu Ziwen suddenly developed acute asthma. He did not take the medicine because he was too violent because of this asthma, and there is no way to call for help. Lost consciousness and eventually lead to death.
"嘀嘀-"
It was just a fast-moving taxi that crossed the front of Luo Yusen. He stepped back in a frightened way and almost fell to the ground. Suddenly he felt like he was being held. After returning to God, Luo Yusen turned to look at it and saw a blonde blue-eyed man smiling at himself and asking, "Oh, gentleman, hello, is it okay?"
Luo Yusen nodded his face and did not thank him. He took the green light and hurried forward. When he opened the door and entered the red brick European small building opposite the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, Luo Yusen did not find that behind him, the blond blue-eyed man slowly gathered a smile, thoughtfully The door where he disappeared.
After a long time, the blond man turned and left. He walked under a huge phoenix tree across the road and smiled. "This Luo Yusen looks... it seems very general, hey, are you thinking a little bit more? ? Police
Cha also said that he just happened to appear in the lounge of the land, and just left before his onset."
Under the golden splendid phoenix tree, a handsome man with a handsome figure looked up slightly and looked at the leaves swaying with the trees. He wore a dark black long coat, and he couldn't see the brand on his clothes, but his fine workmanship contained an elegant extravagance. He stood on the side of the road, passing the passing vehicle behind him, looking up at the tree-filled phoenix leaves.
After discovering that he was neglected, the blond man said with a smile: "Hey, you said you want to come here to see it. Now I met Luo Yusen... Damn, how is the name of your Chinese people so difficult... After you met him, Why don't you talk?"
A distorted yellow phoenix leaf slowly descended with the autumn wind, and consciously reached out and caught it. For a long time, he looked at the leaf that was no longer full of vitality for a long time, and suddenly said: "Daniel, there is an old saying in China - Coincidentally."
Daniel looked at him strangely, and he was puzzled.
"But things, really... would it be so clever?"
The cool autumn wind immersed the man's low sigh, and after a long time, a black Bentley slowly drove out of the block. The pedestrians on the streets still rushed in like that. Only the swaying sycamore leaves saw the conversation that happened here.
At this time, China, which is separated by a small half of the earth, has arrived in the afternoon.
When Zheng Weiqiao learned from his friend that he had gotten the opportunity to enter the b-symphony orchestra, there were some surprises, but some inexplicable expectations. Although he also knows that he is the only interviewer who has not been evaluated by the jury, he feels inexplicably...
Oh, it can be successful.
Zheng Weiqiao has not heard of playing the violin for a long time. He also understands that he has not touched the violin for eight years. The level of jealousy is not the original, but he has this confidence. Because he believes that yesterday, the young man who can confidently say that "the city symphony orchestra did not choose himself, but it is not the err" is definitely not lying.
That is to say, but when Zheng Weiqiao drove to the lower house, he knocked on the door for a long time and never got a reply. When I called, I only heard the surprised voice ringing from the phone: "Well? Zheng Ge, what are you doing at my house? I have already arrived at the orchestra."
"..."
How come there is...
The child is big, don't listen to the illusion of my mother's words? !
When Zheng Weiqiao rushed to the b-symphony orchestra, he just entered the practice room and saw a well-known, unspeakable old stubborn in the industry holding a glass of his own made maca wine for tasting, and beautiful and beautiful. The young people refused euphemistically. After everyone on the side laughed a few more words, everyone was in a mess.
atmosphere......
It's really glaring and harmonious.
Wait, shouldn't it be that everyone rejects the awkwardness of suddenly inserting the orchestra and owning the aura of "genius prodigy", and then wearing him small shoes, deliberately crowding out, so that he can't help but get angry and finally make trouble. Open? !
How is this completely different from what he imagined? !
Zheng Weiqiao feels that his whole person is not good.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Zheng Weiqiao standing at the gate. He saw Zheng Weiqiao's face suddenly green and white, and finally sighed inexplicably, a look of
old ten years old
. I couldn't help but smile and waved, raising my voice and shouting: "Zheng Ge, I am here."
Zheng Weiqiao walked over and said a few words to the old members of the band. He sat in the position next to him and said, "Hey... Why don't you wait for me today, you will come to the orchestra directly. Already?"
The rumor, the shape of the scorpion lifted up and looked at Zheng Weiqiao, and asked strangely: "Zheng Ge, you are not saying that you want to write a manuscript for the "Music Hall" today, I will not bother you. I am also very convenient to take the bus here. There is a platform at the entrance of the community, so you don't have to worry about my trip."
"..." Where is he worried about your trip! That is to worry that you have been swallowed up by this group of old fritters!
Seeing Zheng Weiqiao's expression on his face, he moved his voice slightly and understood the other side's meaning.
He was born in Europe, only a few times with the orchestra's global tour to China, and naturally not familiar with the Chinese symphony orchestra. He is an orphan. No one knows who his parents are. It may be two Chinese people who have sneaked over and throw him on the side of the road. If someone who got up early discovers his existence, I am afraid that he is there. Winter was frozen to death.
Growing up in an orphanage since childhood, what is needed is to understand the face and patience, plus a little threat of force, this is the most appropriate. Before he was seven years old, he was able to live peacefully in an orphanage, and he was credited with the fact that he would look at people's faces.
After he was adopted by a pair of old couples who had no children for many years, he had the opportunity to learn the violin and then enter the European music scene of the Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger. There is a saying that Luo Yusen has not said anything wrong. He has never had a family and no background. He can only survive in Vienna by himself. Therefore, how to make good relations with others and give people the best first impression has already gone deep. Awkward bones.
However... compared with the arrogant old fritters in Vienna, the Chinese predecessors are really amiable.
I thought of it in my heart.
"Zheng Ge, you don't have to worry about it, I will handle it myself." He smiled and said, "Right, aren't you going to submit a manuscript today? How is the manuscript?"
Zheng Weiqiao looked eccentrically for a long time, and finally sighed and said: "You are still young, the teacher has handed you over to us. You don't have to worry about other things. You just have to practice the piano and work hard. It is what the teacher wants to see."
Hearing words, you are crying and laughing.
Zheng Weiqiao really put the aunt's kindness in his heart, quite a day to be the father of the teacher for life... coughing mother. There are really few people like Zheng Weiqiao who know how to report. Compared with Luo Yusen, it is really a difference between heaven and earth.
He and Zheng Weiqiao talked a few more words, and did not talk much more. Du Sheng, the violin chief of the B City Symphony Orchestra, entered the practice room.
Du Sheng is the leading violinist in China, and even in the world, he has a lot of fame. He once heard his performance in the golden
hall, Du Sheng is famous for his skill and rich experience. Mendelssohn's "E minor concerto" is also praised.
The commander is absent, and the chief is the leader of the entire orchestra. Du Sheng went to the podium and helped the first violin group to sound, then looked at the second violin. Now in the deputy chief position of the second violin group, sitting in a handsome young man, Du Sheng's eyes stayed on the sly body for a moment, and then began the sound process.
After the end of the orchestra of the orchestra, Du Sheng did not pick up the ensemble of the violin for the first time. Instead, he smiled and looked at him. "Today, we have a new member in the orchestra." He will be the deputy chief of the second violin group and take over the position of Lao Zhang. You don't want to bully him when you are young. I have to tell you that Lao Tan can value him, you bully him. Lao Tan is looking for you, don't count me!"
When everyone heard Du Sheng's jokes, they laughed.
Or the deputy chief of the first violin group first smiled and said: "Mr. Du, you don't want to say this, where do we dare to bully Xiaoyan? Xiaoxuan is so wise and sensible, we hurt him too late. I saw him when I saw him. I saw my son who just graduated from college, but I have a sense of intimacy." The deputy chief is a middle-aged woman who is over forty years old.
Listening to this, Zheng Weiqiao's eyelids jumped: I know how to be sensible... Do we know the same one?
A member of the large group also smiled and said: "Yes, Xiao Yan grows so handsome, where do we want to bully him? Xiao Xiao, my daughter is next to this year, when are you coming to my house?"

"You are a shameless old man, my daughter is twenty this year, and Xiaoxiao is the age match, you go!"
......
The sound of laughter kept ringing in the practice room. When Tan Zhenghui entered the practice room, he listened to the words "Xiaoxiao" and "Xiaoxiao" in his ear. The old man frowned and snorted, and the entire practice room was quiet.
Du Sheng came down from the podium and gave Tan the position. When the old man just came to power, he frowned and said, "What is the little seven and seven? Where is the small seven? Dong Yong is here?"
After a silent silence, I suddenly burst into laughter.
He shook his head in tears and laughs, but he didn't know...
Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi, from now on, the name should follow you, and you will accept it.