Chapter 179:

The symphony concert of Bai Ai is still held in the golden
hall this year. The gentlemen and ladies who came from all over the world wore dresses and formal dresses, stepping on the red carpet under the Friends of the Music Association building, and looking forward to the world’s attention. Concert hall.
Mr. Dorensa used his position to send a love concert ticket to each of the members of the company. This ticket looks like a thin card, but everyone knows how important this black bronzing card means -
This is an invitation letter that many fans dream of!
Although many Wei Ai members read "I don't want to go to the concert of Bai Ai", "The first stop at our doorstep, red
naked provocation! Don't listen to it", but wait until the show In the evening, those who refused to participate in the concert during the day, all dressed in formal attire appeared at the entrance of the concert hall.
"Charlie, don't you say who is going to listen to who is a puppy?"
"Wang Wang Wang!"
"..."
When the concert started, he sat on the right hand side of Mr. Dorenza and was whispering to the other side.
For these professionals, listening to Bai Ai's concert hall is not only to appreciate classical music, but more importantly, to improve themselves from the other's staffing, music style, performances of performances, etc. experience.
At this time, I have long been ignorant of who is commanding it. As the deputy chief of Wei Ai, it is imperative to learn from the concert of Bai Ai.
Therefore, when he looked at him, he squinted straight and whispered to Mr. Dorensa: "Mr. Dorensa, this time, the first violin group of Bai Ai has appointed 11... ..."
闵琛: "..."
After the members of the Bai Ai Orchestra thanked the audience under the stage, the first sound was the Beethoven Symphony of Destiny.
Dare to start with "Destiny", and certainly have the strength to compete with "Fate."
In the magnificent music hall, the audience was silent, but the sound on the stage was extremely loud, with an unstoppable momentum, roaring throughout the auditorium. The French sounded the music of life, and the stringed instruments hurriedly and nervously played. Everything seemed to be welcoming the next turning point, trembled for life!
This song has long been familiar with the heart of every audience in the audience. As the song gets closer and closer to the high tide, even a lot of people are already excited and cheeks are red, waiting for the heroes to liberate the freedom of the horn When you ring, you can beat the fate of fate!
Bo's music style is as elegant as ever, and their metallic sounds add a lot to this fortitude, making it even more indescribable.
From the perspective of jealousy, there is no way to see the man's look on the podium, but from the powerful command of the other side, he can feel that this man is fighting with the fate of the behemoth.
This song is even more wonderful than when he heard it in the Pok Oi rehearsal hall a month ago. The majestic morale of the man is forced to avoid his edge and feel a dazzling and embarrassing The world's first group - the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra's wonderful and peculiar.
After the end of "Destiny", it is "Jupiter", "Paris"...
Every time the music rings, it seems that the of music is waving a scepter on the stage, sharing the voice of God, which belongs only to God, to the world.
At the beginning, I can still reasonably try to analyze the size of the concert, understand "why should arrange such a sequence", "Why should the second violin group play this passage", etc., but In the end, he has been immersed in the sound of infinite music, forgetting the task he started.
After the four symphonies of the audience were all over, the sensation could not help but sigh and sigh: "Mr. Dorensa, I forgot to analyze the concert of Bai Ai. It is really too much.

But seeing the master of Dorensa smiling and shaking his head, said: "Small seven, if you can always use the objective angle to appreciate this concert, then this concert will not let us learn the experience. Value. Auston has progressed too fast. Compared with last year, even I was shocked by his "Jupiter", let alone you? You are still young, this is justified. ""
Although Mr. Dorensa said this, he still feels that he still has a lot of deficiencies to improve.
So when the concert ended this evening, the two of them just returned home, and before they even had time to hang the coat on the clothes rack, they heard the young man’s serious and dignified voice ringing in the back:
Hey, tonight. Can you explain to me the relevant situation of the four songs?"
I didn’t react for a moment, and gave a slight glimpse: "What?"
I saw that I looked up, and the beautiful face of Junxiu was a solemn look: "I have already seen the progress of Bai Ai’s progress this evening. I still have a gap with Kedori, but Mr. Anthony can leave it to you. I don't have much time. Hey, can you help me review the concert tonight?"
Hey: "...four heads?"
"Yes, four symphonies." I also felt that my request was a bit difficult, and I sighed helplessly: "You will leave Vienna tomorrow morning. It is really a bit too busy. In fact, as long as one is OK...

"it is good."
The man's low magnetic voice interrupted the young man's next words, looked up and looked at him strangely, only to see the cold and elegant man slightly twitching his lips at the moment, reaching out and taking him into his arms.
The warm and broad chest makes you suddenly know how to be good. He only hears the other person's gentle voice. He said: "My lover, I really want to make progress. As his lover, I will satisfy him. A small request."
There was a warm current in my heart, and I reached out and grabbed the man’s slim waist. He whispered: "Hey... why are you leaving tomorrow?"
"Because I have to go faster, I will be chased later by you."
Hearing the words, he couldn't help but laugh out loudly: "Then I have to keep up with it faster."
For the next five hours or so, the two sat together on the piano bench in the piano room and revisited the concert of the evening. From the first "Destiny" to the last "Squid", the man's slender fingers are pressed smoothly and vividly on the black and white keys, and the beautiful notes are gently flowing out.
Sometimes, you will suddenly understand something, then quickly get up and pick up your violin and practice. Most of the time, he listened carefully to his performances, and felt that every time he made a small adaptation, he expressed his feelings and what kind of different effects he achieved.
Each conductor has his own different musical style, and suddenly feels, actually...
He really likes the style of Auston Bertel.
Just like Professor Carl said two years ago: "Your music style is very similar to Auston Bertel. 』
Yes, his violin style is really similar to this man, and he tries his best to pursue the perfect melody. It is rigorous and sturdy, with the most perfect and most discerning eyes, and likes the most classical and orthodox temperament.
It turned out that I liked you most from the beginning...
When the second time of "Squid" played to the third movement, he suddenly felt his shoulder sinking. The movement between his fingers stopped, and then turned to the first look, then I saw when the young man was tired and fell asleep on his shoulders.
The gentle and quiet eyes were as deep as the sea. He gently took the pen and paper of the young man's notes to the side, then picked him up and walked into the bedroom, and the movement was gently placed on the soft bed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he didn't talk, but his eyes softly looked at the sleeping youth.
The white quilt's smudged cheeks were cut even more, and I knew that in the two months he was not there, the young man had completely put himself into the busy, and he was thin. He is even thinner.
"You are working too hard..."
It was like a whispering sigh, and he leaned down and pressed a kiss on the forehead of the young man.
At this time, a thin layer of fish belly was already on the sky in the east. The sun is struggling on the horizon and wants to climb. The golden light has already penetrated the clouds and dyed a thin gold edge on the horizon.
He stretched his hand and pulled the quilt for the youth. After picking up the house, he took the suitcase and pushed the door away with a light hand. After the solid wood gate was closed, the house slowly returned to a quiet, only the golden sun finally sprayed out, shining the world into a brilliant golden.
When I woke up, it was already at noon.
The paper that stayed on the bedside table was written in Chinese characters like a flowing stream: [You have already taken a leave for the orchestra for you, take a rest, and don't lose weight any more. Hey. 】
Looking at the writing on the note, I couldn't help but put the note in my heart, as if I could feel the temperature left by the man.
I have already worked hard, and naturally he can’t stop here.
It took a whole day to rehabilitate the body and restore the spirit. The next day he went to the orchestra again to participate in the rehearsal.
After a week’s glare, when the members of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra arrived in Brussels, Belgium, they stood in front of the grand and majestic gates of the Dramone Opera House, looking up slightly, as if