The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 50 I like it, I just like it

When the voice of the Four Seasons sounded, even if Chen Qiu was sitting at the back, he had to admit that Zhao Xi was definitely capable.

According to memory, Zhao Xi was able to join his family's orchestra because of the song "Summer for Four Seasons".

Although he was criticized by the original owner at the time, it was obvious that the original owner was quite satisfied with his Xia.

If he was dissatisfied, he would just tell Zhao Xi to get out without saying a word.

The spring played by Zhao Xi now gave Chen Qiu a feeling of that time.

The details of the music are well done, and they work well with the piano.

The cooperation between the two seems to be particularly tacit.

Basically, whatever feeling Zhao Xi wants, the piano can give it.

That piano player is definitely a very good art director.

Well, just on the piano.

If analyzed from the perspective of the orchestra, this piano still has a lot worth doing.

For example, the composition of some colors, the support for the violin, and the distribution of the orchestra's parts.

None of these things are very delicately made.

The flavor of the piano is very strong, and the flavor of the orchestra is very light.

But this is also normal.

This piano should be an ordinary art director, he is not a conductor.

The fact that he can play such a piano is already very good. If you ask him to do the same as the orchestra, then it is simply forcing someone to do something difficult.

So overall, according to student standards, Zhao Xi's group's playing level is very good.

It seems that you can tell it from the expression of the teacher next to you.

Therefore, Chen Qiu nodded slowly.

I had no problem with my feelings for Zhao Xi before. He was indeed a talented person in the orchestra.

His spring, musical performance is very strong, even if he is asked to perform a concerto, he will not have any problems.

If my memory is correct, he is indeed worthy of being ranked among the top violin majors in the orchestral department.

At the very least, this piece deserves it.

Qin Xian, who was sitting next to Chen Qiu, looked nervous with a trace of despair on his face.

Chen Qiu refused to accompany him. In front of him was his roommate, Zhao Xi, who was playing.

Zhao Xi's level is countless times better than him.

Except for the group of top guys who fly around the world to run competitions, Zhao Xi is the number one in their session.

Now that Zhao Xi is playing and he goes on stage, his level is not as strong as Zhao Xi's, so shouldn't he just send it directly?

Although I had expected it for a long time, when it finally came to this point, I still couldn't accept it.

Thinking of this, Qin Xian couldn't help but sigh and looked at Chen Qiu helplessly.

Unexpectedly, the two people's eyes crossed.

When Chen Qiu saw Qin Xian who was full of helplessness, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, slowly shook his head, and said softly with the same helplessness.

"Relax, don't be so nervous, just play according to your previous state, just play at the level of bass five, and there will be no problems."

"Relax...uh, okay."

The corners of Qin Xian's mouth twitched.

What do I do to relax?
Take a concerto that you have never collaborated with before?

After all, Beiwu has played so many times and collaborated with him countless times. He has an understanding of the overall sound effect that Beiwu wants to show.

But what about this concerto?
Not once!
He hasn't even experienced the full version, he has no foundation at all, and he doesn't even have any love for music anymore.

Now he was caught directly and prepared to play.

What do you do to relax?
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"I...I'll try my best, but I'll look back..."

"Quiet!"

The teacher sitting in front seemed to hear the voices of the two people behind him, and immediately turned to stare at them, frowning.

"It's the exam now. If you want to chat, go out and chat. Don't chat at the exam site!"

"Okay, okay..."

Qin Xian's face froze.

I didn't have much expectations for the exam, but now I'm being scolded by the teacher.

Now it feels like the exam is really about to be mailed.

His face became even more depressed, and the frustration on his body became more intense.

In this frustration, Zhao Xi on the stage finished playing Vivaldi's Four Seasons, bowed slightly to all the teachers, turned around and left the stage.

Zhao Xi's performance was obviously liked by the teachers. They even applauded Zhao Xi and thanked him for his performance.

When Chen Qiu saw Zhao Xi coming down from the stage, he poked Qin Xian next to him and said to him.

"Let's go, get ready to go on stage."

"No, I, I, I... okay."

The avoidance in Qin Xian's heart gradually gained the upper hand, but looking at Chen Qiu beside him, he could only suppress his avoidance and follow Chen Qiu's steps honestly, get up and walk towards the stage.

He has never been so scared of the stage.

Even at the Haicheng Competition, when he made the ultimate rescue, he was never afraid of the stage.

But now, he was inexplicably afraid.

He followed Chen Qiu closely, and the pressure gradually rising made him more and more nervous.

Until meeting Zhao Xi.

Zhao Xi just walked off the stage at this time. He looked at Chen Qiu and couldn't help but smile and nod.

"Conductor Chen Qiu, how is my performance?"

"Yes, the level of playing is higher than what I remembered before, and the effect of the performance is not bad."

"Is there anything worth noting and where can we continue to improve?"

"Well, there are quite a few, not just you, but also the art director next to you."

When talking about this, Zhao Xi and the piano accompaniment beside him became nervous.

Zhao Xi aside, he is very familiar with Chen Qiu. He knows that if there is anything worthy of improvement in Chen Qiu, then it must be there, and there is no need to doubt it at all.

After all, Chen Qiu's ears were waving here.

The piano accompaniment on the side is a bit embarrassing.

He just felt that his performance was pretty good, but he didn't expect that there were so many mistakes on Chen Qiu's part.

As for doubting that Chen Qiu didn't understand his performance...

Chen Qiu is the most famous student conductor in Haiyin and the most famous top-notch ear.

Even though he is from the piano department, he has heard of Chen Qiu's name and also knows the title of Chen Qiu's stress monster.

Although he likes to put pressure on people and even make them collapse, he never talks nonsense.

Therefore, the piano accompanist had no doubt that Chen Qiu could really hear his mistake.

However, while the two of them were waiting for Chen Qiu to point out their mistake, Chen Qiu did not continue.

He just smiled at the two of them and said casually.

"But these are minor issues, and the teacher probably won't care about them. The two of you should be able to get a pretty good score. Once the piece is played, it's over. The review is more about changes in big issues. As for these minor issues, , maybe it will show up next time, so don’t be too anxious.”

"Um...thank you?"

Zhao Xi had no choice but to look at Qin Xian, who had always been reserved next to Chen Qiu, and said.

"So, I'm looking forward to your performance? Conductor Chen Qiu, and Qin Xian?"

"Ah? I, I try my best?"

Qin Xian obviously lacked confidence and did not dare to say anything that would satisfy Zhao Xi.

But Chen Qiu is different.

Chen Qiu smiled at Zhao Xi and nodded.

"Well, you should like it. At the very least, you shouldn't be particularly disappointed."

"We've hit rock bottom no matter how hard we work, it's all progress, right?"

Zhao Xi made a joke to Qin Xian, but Qin Xian didn't answer him and just scratched his head.

He never expected that Chen Qiu would deny Zhao Xi's words the next second.

Chen Qiu said with a smile: "No, Qin Xian's level is very good, and his expression of music is also perfect. His previous performance in the symphony orchestra proved this, so I believe him."

After that, Qin Xian, who was still a little embarrassed, walked towards the backstage.

Qin Xian could only wave his hand to Zhao Xi helplessly, followed closely behind Chen Qiu, and walked towards the stage.

Qin Xian didn't know where Chen Qiu got the confidence to say that their performance would make Zhao Xi like it.

The two have never even collaborated before...

But he didn't even have a chance to explain, so he was taken directly backstage by Chen Qiu to the edge of the stage.

He looked at Chen Qiu helplessly and sighed.

"No, conductor Chen Qiu, why do you trust me so much? We have never collaborated on this piece before? How do you know that our performance can be liked by others? You said Bei Wu believes in me, then At least we have collaborated many times, but this piece..."

Chen Qiu stood at the edge of the stage and did not answer. Instead, he asked softly: "Have you practiced?"

"I must have practiced well, and there will definitely be no problem playing it, but..."

"Since you've practiced, that's fine." Chen Qiu shook his head slightly, stopping Qin Xian from speaking.

He looked at Qin Xian very calmly and spoke to him.

"Now that you have practiced, as a conductor, I will believe in you. I believe that you can perform the work that both of us want to produce, because you have such strength.

Remember what I told you before? Don't care about me, I am here to cooperate with you, not you to cooperate with me, so play yourself, I hope you can hear your own existence!

You just have to play the music you like, the music you want to play, and that's it.

As for the rest, leave it to me! "

After that, Chen Qiu walked to the stage, and under the sight of all the school teachers, he came to the piano first, bowed to all the teachers and sat down, then nodded to Qin Xian behind him.

Qin Xian was helpless.

He really didn't know how Chen Qiu believed in him so much.

The most I can do is perform a little better in the previous Haicheng Competition, that's all.

But Chen Qiu believed in himself that it was definitely before his Haicheng competition.

What exactly did he do at that time to make Chen Qiu believe in him so much?

He didn't know, but he was too lazy to think about it.

Because Chen Qiu has already taken the stage, he must also take the stage.

He shook his head slightly, put aside the emotions in his heart, stepped onto the stage, and stood in the center of the stage.

He looked at the teachers in the distance, couldn't help but sigh, and said.

"Qin Xian, a sophomore in the Orchestral Department, plays Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E minor."

"Okay, let's get started!"

The teacher in the distance nodded and said to Qin Xian.

Qin Xian looked helpless and could only set up the violin in his hand and put it on his shoulder. He turned to look at Chen Qiu and said.

"Well, give me a standard pitch and I'll tune it."

"Ah."

Chen Qiu didn't hesitate and directly gave a standard tone.

Qin Xian also held the violin between his neck, tuning with one hand and pulling the strings with the other. After making sure that all his notes were accurate, he breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to hold the handle of the violin, and adjusted his posture of holding the violin. Finally, he took a deep breath and nodded to Qin Xian behind him.

There is no other way. Now that we are on stage, we can only continue like this.

No matter what the mess, let’s make the music first.

He shook his head helplessly, stood up straight, raised his bow, looked slightly sideways at Chen Qiu beside him, and then nodded slowly.

when!
The sound of the piano sounded instantly.

An extremely soft emotion surged out of the piano, covering Qin Xian.

Faced with such a performance on the piano, Qin Xian really wanted to follow the piano and start walking, just like he did during the first rehearsal.

But, it's obvious.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Chen Qiu behind him.

Chen Qiu's eyes were fixed on him, without any relaxation.

If he plays it directly like this and follows Chen Qiu's steps.

Qin Xian was very sure that Chen Qiu would definitely interrupt the music as he did before, without giving him a chance to continue playing.

Ok……

Of course, there is a possibility that Chen Qiu will stop and tell the teacher to let them do it again.

Regardless of the possibility, Qin Xian cannot accept it.

So you can only play as you like?

Qin Xian couldn't help but smile bitterly when he thought of this.

Why can I do whatever I want? Chen Qiu's influence is so strong, I...

Before Qin Xian's thoughts could turn around, he was suddenly startled and turned to look at Chen Qiu.

But he found that Chen Qiu was just looking at him with a smile, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Chen Qiu's music is very clean.

Without any impurities.

It was like... a piece of white paper, placed in front of him.

Chen Qiu's influence was completely eliminated.

Nothing at all?

Qin Xian was stunned, his hands just habitually placed where he wanted to enter, letting his music come in.

The music is bland, like a blank slate.

Without the color of Chen Qiu, there is also no color of my own.

Even the most basic mood swings are pitiful.

Such music makes it impossible to feel any meaning. To everyone present, it is just played.

With music like this, I can't even meet the entrance threshold of the music school, let alone the final exam.

Such a bland performance, even if there were no wrong notes, still made all the teachers in the concert hall frown.

This kind of performance has very poor effect.

If it was really just like that, then the score they might give Qin Xian was probably just a passing score.

In a conservatory final exam, just getting a passing grade is a very, very low score for anyone.

Unless you get stuck in the middle and can't play anymore, your score will normally be around 70-80 points.

After all, this is a professional course exam.

If you can only get a passing grade in your major, then dropping out of school early may be a better choice for you.

Such a poor performance made Qin Xian feel a little unstable.

What is Chen Qiu doing?
Why is his music, nothing?

Why is it so pure?

Qin Xian obviously felt this atmosphere. He looked directly at the teachers. He also clearly noticed the disappointment on the faces of the teachers and the shaking of their heads.

There are even some teachers who have completely given up on the idea of ​​continuing to listen to his performance, and instead lean back on the back of their seats and communicate quietly with other teachers around them.

Such a situation made Qin Xian's mood become more and more confused.

Chen Qiu didn't let him follow his pace, but he himself had no idea what kind of feeling he wanted to play.

Coupled with the previous teacher's disappointment in him.

For a moment, he didn't know how to play.

It was obvious that Chen Qiu was waiting for him to fill the gaps in music.

But what should I do?
Music, music…

How should you interpret music?
Qin Xian wanted to look at Chen Qiu behind him, but it was obvious that Chen Qiu would not give him any help.

All he can rely on is himself.

Qin Xian took a deep breath and tried to make his music as gentle as possible

Let yourself feel calmer.

Even when he went on stage to perform for the first time, Chen Qiu's accompanist obviously followed him all the time, so there was no need to worry about not being able to match the accompaniment.

So, now I just need to think about how to play.

But how to play it?

Qin Xian smiled bitterly and his thoughts gradually became empty.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly remembered what Chen Qiu said to him.

“Just play yourself.”

“Play what you like, play what you want to play, and that’s it.”

So……

What do you like?
Qin Xian fell into thinking.

His hands habitually followed the music, but his thoughts had completely let go in this scene.

What kind of music do you like?
What kind of music did you like a long time ago?

Why did you choose to take this path?
His thoughts gradually moved forward, further and further away from the university era and returned to his past.

I thought of the bright and transparent tone when I first listened to the violin.

Maybe his teacher is not very good, and he has even surpassed his first teacher now, but that tone has always existed in his heart.

And when he took the violin and stood in front of others to play, the others looked at him.

Very artistic lines.

Infinitely wide sound range.

Multi-line resonant chords.

Maybe if he goes on and on, he has many, many reasons to say that he likes the violin.

But there was only one reason that could convince him.

"You like it, you just like it?"

　The next chapter is at 12 o'clock. I only have one day's worth of manuscripts saved, and I'm currently writing for tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)