The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 48 The Last Lesson

a few days later.

Dormitory outside Haicheng Conservatory of Music.

The breeze blew through the window screen, causing ripples.

Qin Xian was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling above his head, his eyes a little dull.

The results of the competition in Haicheng that ended a few days ago did not come out because of the need for secondary statistics and notarization.

But the moment after the music ended, the roaring applause and cheers from the audience made him a little confused.

Especially the people around him gathered around him tightly, constantly pulling him, saying that he played well, saying that he did well, and even gave him hugs.

Even Chen Qiu, who had always been relatively indifferent to him, was actually from a distance, applauding him slowly, as if praising his performance.

Such a heated scene made his brain explode in an instant.

He didn't even know how he came back.

I only knew that when I woke up, I was already lying on the big bed in the dormitory.

The previous competition in Haicheng seemed to be just a dream.

And in the dream, my performance seemed to be just to vent my inner emotions.

Everything seems so...empty and unreal?
There seemed to be no news about the second group's Haicheng competition on the school's forum. Only a few members of the second group said that they had received cheers from the audience, and then some people from the first group made some sarcastic comments, and then started making noise. He got up and was banned by the moderator.

Apart from this, no one else discussed the news about the Haicheng Competition.

After all, the official notification has not yet come out, and no one in the school except them went to watch the game.

Although many people know that the Second Group is dazzling, they still cannot speak out for the Second Group.

All this made Qin Xian feel that this was a dream, his last dream before leaving Haiyin.

And then, he has to accept reality.

The final exam of the Haiyin Orchestra Department is coming, and the last piece he prepared will be presented in front of everyone.

As for this piece, he didn't have any confidence. After all, he had never collaborated with Chen Qiu.

After the Haicheng Competition, he walked carefully to Chen Qiu and wanted to talk about the Haicheng Competition.

However, Chen Qiu just patted him on the shoulder and said that he played well and asked him to perform the same way during the final exam. Don't worry too much.

After that, he left the concert hall.

Such negotiations naturally did not give Qin Xian any confidence, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Therefore, he could only sit in his dormitory and piano room and practice whenever he had nothing to do.

I have practiced it countless times. Even though I know this piece of music very well and am more familiar with it than fate, I still don’t have much confidence.

but……

After thinking about it, he decided to get up and get out of bed, came to his seat, and found the music sheet.

His expression was particularly troubled. He glanced at the violin beside him, sighed softly, and put the music aside.

Forget it, he still doesn't want to practice.

Chen Qiu didn't play with him, so he didn't know whether what he was practicing was right or wrong.

I don't even know if my performance like this can satisfy Chen Qiu.

Instead of continuing this practice, start packing your belongings and see what you can take with you and what you can give away.

After all, I was ready to leave, so I had to pack up in advance and try not to leave any clutter behind.

He sat on a chair and packed his luggage bit by bit.

He flipped through the admission notice, the postcard the school sent when he enrolled, the passes for some lectures, and many photos with top bosses.

At that time, when he first entered school, he seemed particularly confident and full of hope for the outside world.

What is it about classical music that makes him dislike it?

He didn't know, and he forgot, as if he suddenly lost interest under such constant rehearsal and practice.

Qin Xian thought for a moment, put the photos and lecture passes away, and put them in his schoolbag. Then he looked at the thick stack of music scores on the bookshelf next to him, with a little surprise in his eyes.

These……

Is it the music score he has been practicing in the past two years?

Have you...have you practiced so many musical scores?

He took a rough look and found that there were almost a hundred music scores in front of him at this moment.

In addition, there are many books by composers and memoirs written by some industry leaders.

A dense pile of books piled up in front of him, even more than the pile of books that blocked the teacher's sight in high school.

These sheet music…

Qin Xian reached out and touched the spine of the music score, with confusion in his eyes.

If he remembers correctly, these music scores... seemed to have been asked by the teacher to practice.

Did you actually listen to the teacher and practice so much?
He remembered what his teacher said to him when school just started.

It is said that he is the first in the Haicheng entrance examination and his talent is the best among all students, so he must receive strict professional training.

The first of these is to practice more works, more than everyone else, and faster than everyone else.

Time is money. If he can perform the corresponding works according to the requirements in one day, then he will naturally have an advantage over those who practice in two days and three days.

Even, the first time someone asks you to play a certain piece of music, you can take it out to meet the other person's needs.

Then you can be more open in the professional circle in the future.

So he must be fast, faster than others!

He did as the teacher asked.

He has been a very obedient person since he was a child and also likes to obey others.

So he listened to the teacher's request and practiced as many works as possible.

Practice, practice, and more practice.

Forget all the reasons why you like music, just to do it faster!

Practice hard!
Work hard to defeat those bosses who are more talented than yourself!

effort! effort! try harder!

It's just a pity that these exercises did not bring better results...

All it got in exchange was deeper accusations from teachers, deeper and deeper depravity in the eyes of others, and disappointment from parents.

Oh yes, and Chen Qiu...

The rejection of my last piano ensemble.

Facing these scores, he couldn't help but laugh, shook his head, brushed the dust off the scores, placed them neatly on the bookshelf, and then wrote a note on them.

[Use as you wish]

Looking at the note, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Although I may not continue to work in the music industry in the future, the music scores I bought can benefit new musicians in the future and come in handy for them, instead of becoming a waste like me.

This feeling is indeed very fulfilling to some extent.

It's really a pity. He clearly remembers that he really liked music when he was a child, but when did he start not liking music?

When did you start to find classical music boring and even start to doubt yourself?
Even when I was admitted to the Conservatory of Music, I was obviously very happy, even excited, right?

Why did I gradually start to dislike it?

He couldn't remember clearly for a while.

But this is not important, after all, everything has been settled.

After playing this last piece, you can prepare to leave Haiyin.

Go back to your hometown, find a job, and live peacefully for the rest of your life.

As for the violin?
Then treat it as your own hobby...

Although I might not like it anymore.

He shook his head, stood up, and continued to pack other things.

Until the door of the room was opened, a deep voice sounded from behind him.

"Ready to leave? Leave the second group, leave Haiyin? Don't continue studying music?" Qin Xian looked behind him and found that his roommate had returned.

Zhao Xi is the concertmaster of Haicheng Conservatory of Music Student Orchestra No. 1.

Before Chen Qiu's parents had an accident, he had already been admitted to the Haicheng Harmony Symphony Orchestra and rehearsed as a trainee performer. He was just waiting for graduation, and he could join the job directly after graduation.

Later, because the Haicheng Harmony Symphony Orchestra was disbanded, he returned to the school orchestra and served as the concertmaster.

Even though there were no special results in the follow-up, his status in the group became higher and higher.

According to what Qin Xian knew, Zhao Xi was basically the core figure of the group.

Among the four people in the dormitory, they are all ranked high.

Ok……

To be precise, except for myself, the other three people have achieved results.

The four people in his dormitory are actually studying violin. After all, they are all from the orchestra department and have top grades, which also makes their student IDs relatively close.

Qin Xian was number one that year, Zhao Xi was third that year, and there were two other people in the dormitory, one was second and the other was fourth.

The fourth is now the second concertmaster of the student orchestra. He was originally the first concertmaster. Later, when Zhao Xi came, he went directly to the second violinist as the concertmaster.

There is no way, there is no way to make up for the hard gap in strength.

The second thing is that I have started to perform all over the country and rarely appear in schools. Recently I heard that I have discussed with the school to study abroad in Europe and participate in the Menuhin International Violin Competition.

Therefore, although we are in the same dormitory, we basically only get together at night when we sleep, and rarely meet during the day.

Some people will even stay up all night, go out of state, or even go abroad to participate in competitions and tours.

All in all, the relationship was not close.

Especially after Qin Xian's grades plummeted and he never had the opportunity to participate in school activities, and no one could go together with him, a hidden circle formed in the dormitory.

Qin Xian is the person excluded from the circle.

He never expected that Zhao Xi would suddenly return to the dormitory when he was packing his luggage. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly, pointed to the documents beside him and said to Zhao Xi in frustration.

"Ahem, what a coincidence, you are back now? Why are you back so early today? I remember that your group has been quite busy recently because you have to prepare for the nine-school league. The conductor of the Haicheng Symphony Radio Orchestra seems to be Pay special attention to..."

"We achieved the conductor's goal, but the conductor didn't prepare the new work in advance, so it was released early."

After Zhao Xi carefully packed up his violin, he sat down in his seat, looked at Qin Xian, and said with a casual smile.

"There has been a lot of noise recently with your second team. According to the news from the school, there is no problem for you to win the national competition tickets. Therefore, the school began to discuss whether to increase funds for your second team. This made the old man feel the pressure. , plus in the last nine-school competition, our school failed to compete with the Central Conservatory of Music, which embarrassed the school leaders, so they began to put pressure on us."

"Ah, that's it, then it's true, um..."

Qin Xian forced a smile and was about to say that it was quite hard to pay Zhao Xi and the others back.

But it suddenly occurred to him that the second regiment he was currently in was what was causing Zhao Xi trouble. For a moment, his thinking was a little short-circuited, and he didn't know what he should say.

Zhao Xi didn't think much about it. He glanced at the music scores packed away by Qin Xian, raised his eyebrows, and asked.

"Although I have known for a long time that you want to drop out of school, because I am quite busy, I have never had time to ask you, are you... don't you want to ask for these music scores?"

"Huh?" Qin Xian followed Zhao Xi's gaze to the music score behind him and looked at the post-it note he had written on it. He couldn't help but smile and grinned.

"Um... do you like it? If you like it, you can take it over. I probably won't need it later. After all, I'm also planning to drop out of school, so I probably won't continue playing the violin in the future."

"Don't you know how to play Xiaoti? Well...probably."

Zhao Xi's expression did not change at all. He just stood up and came to the music score in Qin Xian's hand, and browsed through it casually.

Each page above is marked with many details, and each page seems to be imbued with Qin Xian's thinking about music.

As for the details he just saw, many of them were things he wouldn't even think about.

Qin Xian will think about these details very carefully.

but……

After flipping through the first few books, some of the music scores at the back seemed to be much blank.

Although every detail is still so detailed, the marked content is much less.

This kind of person who keeps moving forward on the violin will give up the violin.

To be honest, Zhao Xi didn't believe it.

Zhao Xi looked at the music score in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, then looked at Qin Xian and asked him.

"Why? Why are you thinking of leaving?"

"It's nothing, I just feel like classical music is not interesting anymore."

Qin Xian touched his head.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have said the same thing to Chen Qiu before.

"Classical music is not interesting at all."

And Chen Qiu's reply to herself was...

"Classical music is really interesting!"

The two have completely opposite views, and the same is reflected in their musical performance.

Qin Xian looked at the music scores in his hand as if looking at his own children, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Actually, very early on, I forget how long ago, I thought classical music was quite interesting. I liked classical music very much, but I couldn't study it enough. I always felt that I could perform the music more beautifully and make it more interesting. People are fascinated.

But I forgot when, classical music became a burden for me, making it impossible for me to like it, and even became my nightmare. Every day before I go to bed, I think about how many works I have not finished today. What if I Am I going to get scolded for performing like this in class..."

When he said this, he couldn't help but sigh, then shook his head, threw such negative emotions aside, looked at Zhao Xi, and smiled reluctantly at him.

"How about it? Do you want to consider taking them all away?"

"Well, okay, thank you."

Zhao Xi nodded, reached out and took all Qin Xian's music scores, and threw them into his bookcase.

"Since you said you would give it to me, then it belongs to me. But if you want it, then if I give it to you later, you should lend it all to me first."

"...?"

No, did you really take it?

Qin Xian looked at the music scores that were thrown into the bookcase, and his heart suddenly became empty, but he still forced a smile and nodded.

"Okay, I'm just ready to deal with it. Since you want it all, it's just right and it's yours."

"..."

Zhao Xi raised his head and glanced at Qin Xian, his eyes crossed with his, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Qin Xian looked at Zhao Xi in confusion, "Any questions?"

"No, there isn't."

Zhao Xi looked away and shook his head slightly.

He turned back to his seat, sat down casually, and asked Qin Xian.

"What about the second group? The second group has withdrawn? I remember that your second group's results were not very good? And I also remember someone said that your previous performance almost saved the entire second group?"

"The results are not clear, but quitting the band is certain. As for saving the band, this is just spreading rumors."

Qin Xian sighed: "I'm going to drop out of school, and I won't continue to play the violin. I definitely won't be able to stay in the Second Ensemble in the future, unless I serve as a staff member who organizes music scores in the Second Ensemble, but I don't think it's necessary."

Zhao Xi's expression did not change, and he asked Qin Xian: "So what will you do at the end of the violin term this time? Are you still taking the exam?"

"Well, I will definitely take the exam. After all, everything must have a beginning and an end."

Qin Xian nodded, then looked out the window and said softly: "But I'm not sure what I can do in the exam. I feel that this ending may not be a good one, which is quite regrettable."

Zhao Xi looked at Qin Xian, as if he wanted to see something on his face, but found nothing in the end.

Qin Xian also turned his gaze back at this moment, and their eyes met.

"Um, what's the problem?"

Seeing Qin Xian's frustrated expression, Zhao Xi shook his head slightly and asked, "Then what piece did you choose?"

"Mendelssohn's Concerto in E minor is the one among the four major concertos."

"Well, I know, but what about the accompaniment? Who is the accompaniment you chose? He Shen? Fu Tiao?"

"No, Fu Tiao has already gone to Poland. I heard that the preliminaries of the Chopin International Piano Competition are about to start, and Teacher He Shen has not been accepting accompanists recently. He has been bringing students here recently."

Qin Xian turned his gaze back to Zhao Xi behind him and said helplessly to him.

"My piano accompanist is Chen Qiu."

(End of this chapter)