Chapter 97:

The most fortunate thing is that Jenny is not a big horn.
When the rehearsal continued the next day, I didn’t adjust my pitch yet. Suddenly I saw Jenny sitting in front of him sneaking back and glanced at him, then revealed a touch of
You know me, I Concealed smile that will be kept secret.
戚暮: "..."
Said, you really don't understand!
Of course, when a professional symphony orchestra begins its rehearsal, all members will enter the state and there will be no distraction. Even the embarrassment that was just unsettled, I was once devoted to Mr. Faller’s command.
Some laymen may think that the conductor of the symphony orchestra seems to be a person who stands on the podium and does not play a role. You see, he doesn't need to play, and doesn't need video photography. Is it simply a plan, is there any other role?
However, in fact, the conductor is precisely the core soul of an orchestra.
The podium in front of the stage is the best place for the whole music, and the commander stands there, and every minute of the orchestra's subtle voices are collected into the ears for adjustment and integration.
The commander determines the musical style of an orchestra, determines the rhythm of the music on the spot, and decides how to save every mistake that must be avoided.
Now, Mr. Faller is standing on the high podium, his right hand suddenly rises, then he presses it suddenly, and the voice of the audience stops. Then he turned to look at the first violin group on the left side, his left hand gently raised, and a melodious and gentle music sounded slowly.
Although he is not the chief or deputy chief of the violin, Mr. Faller has also arranged a good position for him to see his own actions.
He used to be the chief in the past, for example, in the B City Symphony Orchestra, the last performance he became the chief of the audience. Today, this is the first time he has returned to Europe to enter the top symphony orchestra for rehearsal.
The young white-haired slender fingers slammed on the black piano board, and all the members of the first violin group were rushing, and a fiercely struggling scene leaped above the stage.
But for a moment, the wind instrument roared, making the momentum of the music even more magnificent, followed by the ensemble of the entire orchestra, the passionate rhythm of the entire rehearsal hall caused a resonance.
The magnificence and grandeur of "Magic Flute", even if there is no human voice, can make people feel the tension, fear, hatred and horror of the opera content from the increasingly high and fierce symphonic music.
In addition to two small mistakes during the first day of rehearsal, he has never had a problem since then.
When the rehearsal was over the next day and many people started the afternoon tea break, Mr. Faller hesitated and waved his hand and asked: "Angel... You can all the sounds of all the instruments of the orchestra. Identify it?"
Unexpectedly, Mr. Faller would actually ask such a question, and he naturally understood what he meant, so he did not directly replied in a vague way: "Yes, Mr. Faller, I am better at the sense of sound, the orchestra. I can hear every instrument in it."
Such an answer made Mr. Faller slightly stunned, and his eyes looked at the young man who was smiling in the face.
The bright spotlight on the stage shines from the top of the young man's head. Although the black hair slightly obscures his delicate and beautiful eyebrows, it also appears to be a lot of three-dimensional features. After giving the name "Angel" to the other party, Mr. Faller knew... this is a beautiful and lovely child.
However, now he has a little hesitation about the future of this child.
After thinking for a long time, Mr. Faller sighed and said: "Angel, my absolute voice is trained, even if I can hear the sound of every instrument in the audience, even the voice of every musician, But I can never do anything like Auston, I can hear the sound of a string being replaced."
After a pause, Mr. Faller added: "This is because Auston's talent is God-given, not acquired. If you want, I can accept you as a student, even I want to... Ston is also very happy to accept you as a student."
Hearing the words, he took a moment to squat, and then he understood the meaning of Master Fale. He shook his head slightly, revealing a gentle smile, saying: "Mr. Farr, I understand what you mean, but... I don't want to do this. I like the violin, and I don't want to do anything else, say it. ......"
Slightly raised his head, the blind man smiled and said: "Mr. Farr, do you think I can be on the command...do you beat it?"
Master Feller slammed, and then he smiled and shook his head: "This is too difficult, Angel, even if you are very talented, but I have never understood this person, and... you are less than him. For more than ten years."
Upon hearing this answer, he asked: "Do you think... can I make more vivid and classic music than "彷徨"?"
"彷徨" is one of the most classic masterpieces. Because of its difficult skills and profound connotations, this short five-minute piano sonata has become a popular work in the world's major piano competitions in recent years.
Master Feller is also shaking his head: "A good music needs more than talent and inspiration. Even Oston is not sure if he can make a second "彷徨"."
Speaking of this, Mr. Faller is no longer reluctant, he smiled and said: "Angel, you have my own goals, I am very happy, I also support you to go on this road, from my first time in China s After the city heard your "Liang Zhu", I realized that you will become an amazing person in the future."
After getting along for so long, I was listening to Mr. Faller for the first time. He was slightly surprised by the big scorpion, and he smiled and said: "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Faller, I still need to work harder."
The splendid and kind smile is like the spring breeze, especially in such a beautiful and beautiful child, which makes the Master Faler feel comfortable. He couldn't help but admire: "Oh! Angel, I always think that the greatest thing I have done in the last year - is to give you such a suitable name!"
戚暮: "..."
"Whenever I go to a place, I can't help but introduce to my old friends--Hey, you know, in the far east, in the magical land of China, I met a lovely one. Angel, his piano is so beautiful that I can't help moving. '!
戚暮: "..."
"Hey, Angel! I really can't wait to see the old friends you brought to me!"
Hey: "..." After a long while, he barely smiled and asked: "Mr. Faller, don't know...what did you say about my master?"
He said that he had to gnash his teeth, but over there, Master Feller seemed to be unaware of it. He smiled and opened a white tooth, saying: "New Love's Swell, Wei's Dorensa, Zayev, British BBC..."
Listening to these familiar names, the smile on my face is really a little bit untenable.
How do you say that--
Black powder black powder! It seems that it is really not a powder, but a black heart like sesame! ! !
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Here, the first opera concert of the Dresden Symphony Orchestra in the summer is being rehearsed intensely, and there, Vienna has entered a period of stable dormancy, except for one or two small concerts often performed in the small theater. In addition, only some masters will occasionally perform a personal concert.
On the clear blue sky, a hot sun shines on the land, and the summer heats, and the earth feels like it is going to smoke. On the first floor of a small two-story building in the city center, the screens are pulled tightly by its owner, so that no light is projected.
In this messy room that people can't bear to look at, there are all kinds of materials everywhere, and some paper pieces are nailed on the wall.
In front of the table in the middle of the room, a messy man was scratching his head and looking at the pile of information on the table, and the pain was about to collapse.
"My God... What is this kind of thing going on? How can I not find out who released him from prison?!"
As if talking to himself, the man whispered: "Damn, it can't be his parents of ordinary wage earners. They don't have that great ability... Who is it?"
The man said something like a crash. Just when he picked up his clothes and planned to go out and look for some evidence, the messy man had not got up yet, and he heard his assistant gently ringing. The door, then slowly pushed away, whispered: "Mr. Charles, there is your letter here."
A glimpse of the famous private detective in Vienna, Mr. Charles, then asked: "Which letter was sent from which post office?"
The assistant shook his head and said, "There is no postal stamp, it is directly in the mailbox at the door. Do you want to see it?"
Charles glanced, as a private detective who had seen various dangerous scenes, he boldly took the letter and carefully removed it.
Naturally, it is impossible to have any explosives or sulfuric acid in such a thin letter, so Charles looked at the white paper with only one line of address, and some of them were inexplicable.
"Strange... there is only one line of address, this is..."
Charles’s voice stopped when he saw the name on the white paper.
I saw the ordinary Chinese name on the opposite side of the white paper. Although it was just a simple three words, Mr. Charles was surprised enough. because