Chapter 3:

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."