The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 82 Mendelssohn Concerto in E minor

Chen Qiu's arm moved his wrist to gently lift the baton in his hand, and then lowered it in an extremely gentle manner.

In the exceptionally calm concert hall, the sound of string music seemed to come out of the void, slowly appearing in front of everyone.

The music flowed gracefully, following the slender baton at Chen Qiu's fingertips, spinning in circles in the air like a waltz, and then landed on Qin Xian's shoulders.

There was no eye contact or any prompting action.

But there is an invisible thread connecting Qin Xian and Chen Qiu, Chen Qiu and the orchestra.

The music flows along with the sound of the piano, from Qin Xian's shoulders and into his bow. With the friction between the bow and the strings, an extremely sad sound flows from Qin Xian's violin. And out.

Like a long river, it communicates sadness and tenderness.

Qin Xian's expression also changed slightly.

He is no longer as calm as before, with a bit of a dying temperament.

His attention was now completely focused on the violin in front of him.

He looked at the violin in his hand as if looking at his lover, full of indescribable tenderness.

Tenderness is like water, warming his strings.

At this moment, in his sight, he and Chen Qiu were the only ones left.

He rubbed the strings on his fingertips, rubbing the music until he cried, letting everything in the orchestra, along with his bow, completely inspire the music, filling everything in the concert hall.

With just such a simple vibration, everyone in the concert hall was attracted to Qin Xian alone.

This violin performance?

This musical expression?
Many people couldn't help but be stunned when they looked at Qin Xian.

Although this is the first competition and the competition is concerto, it is difficult to see people with particularly strong solo skills in those schools. Therefore, although many people play concerto, in fact they just ask the concerto to stand up and then treat it as a symphony. To play the song.

After all, if the soloist is not strong enough, then no matter how well the orchestra cooperates, it will be difficult to achieve the feeling of a real concerto.

Instead of forcing the concerto to be played and forcing the soloist to show his strength, it is better to just keep it simple and rehearse according to the way of a normal symphony.

This is why the concerto performances of several previous schools, including Beijing University, were actually relatively average, and more of them depended on the level of rehearsal conductors.

However, now, Qin Xian stood in front of Haicheng Conservatory of Music, raising the violin in his hand to play, which directly broke everyone's stereotype of his previous performance.

He is just like the star in the orchestra, interpreting the musical feeling he wants in his own way.

And the orchestra…

Everyone looked at Chen Qiu.

People from the front couldn't see Chen Qiu's expression, but people from the side could clearly see the corners of Chen Qiu's mouth rising.

His arms waved, and the baton at his fingertips made perfect arcs.

With every pause, he gave enough hints to the person who was about to play.

And it’s not just giving them hints before they play, but telling them with their eyes very early that they should be ready to start playing.

When they are about to enter, Chen Qiu will give them a second reminder.

When they really get into the music, Chen Qiu will give them the third prompt accurately.

These three prompts put everything in the orchestra in order.

Whether they are people who know how to conduct or those who don't, they can clearly see that Chen Qiu is doing something and that he is leading the orchestra to move forward in the most powerful manner.

All the musical instruments are under Chen Qiu's command, exuding their own light in the most perfect posture.

No one is a loser, and no one is a musician who can be thrown away at will.

Their only identity now is that they are members of the Haiyin Second Group in Chen Qiu's hands.

What they are doing is to follow Chen Qiu and perform works that are strong enough, beautiful enough, and perfect enough.

Then fit this piece with the strings standing in front of him, helping him to stimulate all his understanding of music.

The orchestra, under Chen Qiu's leadership, formed a whole, a whole without any loopholes.

They followed Chen Qiu and Qin Xian, and jointly interpreted their works.

Pretty!

This was the only impression everyone had when they saw Chen Qiu's command.

In their eyes, Chen Qiu was not just waving a wooden stick, he had almost turned the profession of conducting into an art.

There is no mistake or omission, and he uses his ability to gather everything in the orchestra at his fingertips.

Qin Xian's fingers ran quickly on the violin strings. From top to bottom, he produced a large string of notes as clear as pearls, scattering them on the stage.

And Chen Qiu's baton was also swung down fiercely in the gap between the notes passing by the fingertips of the strings, raising the mood of the music a step higher again.

Taking advantage of this emotion, Qin Xian waved his arms harder.

His body was bending with the power given by Chen Qiu, like a bow, concentrating the power downwards, and then smashed out with a stronger posture.

Buzz!

One step, one step, and one step after another.

The music was at his fingertips with an incomparable attitude. With the help of Chen Qiu from the orchestra, he played the music with the most powerful attitude.

hum!
The musical lines, like spider silk, rushed directly to the top of the concert hall. Qin Xian's fingertips clung to the position of the piano post closest to him, pulling the note to prevent it from falling away.

But his hand holding the bow was exceptionally stable.

Like a hydraulic press, he pulls the details of the music in a smooth and unstoppable manner, preventing the music from falling apart at his fingertips.

It's like walking a tightrope, dangerous and shocking.

Qin Xian couldn't help but look at Chen Qiu at this moment. The music had been stretched to the maximum tension by his own ability.

The next thing to do is to see if Chen Qiu can catch this tension.

If you can catch it, the expression in the music will be more beautiful and perfect.

If there is no way to catch it, then everything he does now will be meaningless.

So can Chen Qiu catch it?

Qin Xian didn't have any thoughts in his heart. He only knew that he had to do his best and reach the limit of his ability. That was enough.

Chen Qiu said that as long as he plays according to his ideas, it will be fine.

As for the rest, you can leave it to Chen Qiu.

They have rehearsed countless times, and Chen Qiu was able to catch everything he wanted to express well every time.

Whether he works with high tension or low tension, Chen Qiu's processing can make his presentation and expression more beautiful and thorough.

Therefore, when he looked at Chen Qiu, he was not questioning whether Chen Qiu could do what he wanted or what he expected.

He just told Chen Qiu that he had already shown the self that Chen Qiu required.

Although his performance this time was more intense than in every previous rehearsal.

But he believed in Chen Qiu. Chen Qiu should be able to hear it, and Chen Qiu could also handle it.

He looked at Chen Qiu, only to find that Chen Qiu was also looking at him with a smile and nodded slightly to him.

With just a slight turn of his arm, he turned the baton at his fingertips towards the orchestra.

Then...

boom!
All the instruments in the orchestra exploded at this moment, and an extremely powerful and unstoppable force burst out from the orchestra.

He perfectly followed the tension brought by Qin Xian's high notes and released this power on the orchestra.

At this moment, the connection between everything in the orchestra and the strings is completely established.

The beauty in the music is like a dam bursting, rushing towards the people below the stage.

Zhao Zitong, who was sitting farthest away, was completely stunned.

Such a performance, such a performance.

This control of the orchestra and soloists.

The processing of details between music.

This strength is simply, simply...

Zhao Zitong didn't know what to say. She just felt like her brain was going to explode. Is this strength too foul?
Why do people like this exist at the national competition?
Should this kind of person really be seen in a competition of this level?

Zhao Zitong didn't know, she just felt that this national competition, a competition in which most of the students were ordinary students, had been turned into a high-end game by Chen Qiu.

Not only Chen Qiu, but also the violin in front of him.

She didn't know who the violinist was, but the violinist's skill was really strong, so powerful that it was a bit shocking.

She felt like she was attending a concert.

This is not a competition, but a concert, a concert organized by Haicheng Conservatory of Music.

The concertmaster in front of me is definitely a player who can participate in the world competition.

Such a beautiful interpretation, coupled with Chen Qiu's help.

The two became one, and together they built what is now such a beautiful expression.

You can't learn, you can't learn anything at all.

For the first time, Zhao Zitong had the idea that he could not learn anything.

How to learn?
Can I learn something from Chen Qiu?

She couldn't understand many of Chen Qiu's details. If she couldn't even understand, then there was no need to learn.

As for Qin Xian, she is a violin player, so there is no need for her to learn from Qin Xian. Although she has also studied violin since she was a child, the two are in completely different directions, so there is no need to force learning.

So what can I learn from Chen Qiu, Qin Xian, and the second student orchestra of Haicheng Conservatory of Music behind Chen Qiu?

Zhao Zitong's brows furrowed tightly and she began to think.

Not only her thoughts about Chen Qiu and his Haiyin Second Regiment, but also her thoughts about herself.

Is this true genius?

How can I catch up with the true genius?

While Zhao Zitong was thinking, her father, who was sitting in front, almost burst into laughter.

Zhao Yi squeezed the pen in his hand tightly and looked at Chen Qiu in front of him. The calm, cold and cold expression he originally wanted to have was almost impossible to maintain.

His cheeks were trembling, and he could hardly control the smile on his lips.

Chen Qiu’s performance reflects his understanding of Mendelssohn’s E minor concerto and his interpretation of Mendelssohn.

It's all so beautiful.

Every detail in the music shines like gold, releasing dazzling brilliance.

Apart from beautiful, he could hardly express any other words in his heart.

Beautiful, beautiful, more than beautiful, beautiful.

If this was a command competition, then he would definitely give Chen Qiu his highest score, and he might even give him full marks.

Because Chen Qiu is worth it.

If we have to say what problems there are in Chen Qiu's current music, judging from his status as the number one conductor in Haicheng, the biggest problem for Chen Qiu is probably the members of Chen Qiu's orchestra.

We are all students, and maybe being led by Chen Qiu, we can reach the seventh or eighth position on the Haicheng side, but it will be very difficult to go up.

This is the only problem that Chen Qiu's orchestra has now.

but……

Is this really a problem?
Especially at this time.

It's not a professional competition now, it's just an ordinary college student music competition.

Everyone present is a college student.

Chen Qiu now leads his band, just like hunting for bronze medalists. He is hunting most of the bands.

This is pure fish fry.

Perhaps the first one I heard this morning, the Kyungseong University student orchestra was able to resist a little.

But even with such resistance, facing Qin Xian who was in full swing at this moment, Chen Qiu behind him, and the second band of Haicheng Conservatory of Music students.

Is he really capable of resistance?
Clearly, he had none of it.

Now Chen Qiu and the second regiment under him are simply terrifying to the extreme.

This expression of music, this interpretation of musical beauty.

It has surpassed the student band and entered the professional arena.

Zhao Yi suppressed the smile that he wanted to raise at the corner of his mouth, calmly looked at Haiyin Ertuan in front of him, and turned the pen in his hand to make his mood calmer.

Then, he thought of something and looked at Yu Tu next door from the corner of his eye, only to find that Yu Tu wrote down the grades he gave on the score registration form in his hand with a smile on his face.

After he finished writing the scores, he turned the score form in his hand upside down on the table, crossed his arms, and looked at the orchestra in the distance with an incomprehensible smile on his face.

It seems that he is happy that there is no problem with his understanding? Or are you happy about something else?
Yu Tu's expression was difficult to understand.

Although it is often said that the person who knows you best is always your enemy, but when it comes to Yu Tu, Zhao Yi really doesn't understand him very well.

Yu Tu is a mystery not only to him, but also to many people.

He rarely appears outside the concert hall, and every time he appears, he is like a little old man. It is difficult for people to understand what he is thinking, and he even has no sense of existence.

But when he plays and runs the band, he becomes like a devil, full of charisma and intimidation.

The same goes for his interpretation of music

No one can understand him. Every action he makes seems to have no meaning, but it seems to be full of profound meaning.

After all, if he really had a lot of redundant operations, then he would not be able to become the number one commander in the capital, let alone the number one commander in China.

Therefore, when watching Yu Tu's strange operation, Zhao Yi just thought about it for a moment and then ignored it.

All his attention was now on the Haiyin Second Group in front of him.

He was really curious to what extent Chen Qiu and Qin Xian could interpret this piece of music.

He fumbled for the pen in his hand with a normal expression and kept spinning it, just as his heart at this moment could not calm down.

Not just him, but everyone else in the concert hall.

For example, Li Tian who is further away, students from other schools, or some command teachers who are passing by.

All of them were stunned in place, listening to Chen Qiu and Qin Xian's interpretation of this concerto, and feeling the incomparable beauty between Qin Xian's fingers.

Qin Xian's playing speed is not fast, and his speed is considered slow in many versions.

But it was the slowness in his hands that maximized his sense of the beauty of music and the tension in the music, which shocked everyone present.

It is so tearful and so wonderful that this is the only feeling everyone has about Qin Xian's interpretation.

Not only did the orchestra led by Chen Qiu not destroy this sense of beauty, on the contrary, he also led the orchestra to give Qin Xian feedback, letting wave after wave of emotions follow the baton at his fingertips and fall into Qin Xian's heart. In your hands, release it in a more brilliant manner.

So expressed, so interpreted.

Almost everyone present was impressed.

However, they all know that this is definitely not the end. The most beautiful part of Mendelssohn's E minor concerto is not in the first movement, but in the second movement.

Qin Xian plays so slowly, so his performance in the slow movement of the second movement must be even slower.

The beauty in the music will also be made even crazier by Qin Xian's performance.

The emotion of anticipation echoed in the hearts of everyone, especially those who knew Mendelssohn well.

The first movement is already so beautiful, so sad, and so beautiful, so the second movement will be so terrifying.

the first time!
For the first time, many people began to look forward to the second movement when the first movement was not finished.

This emotion became even stronger towards the end of the first movement, almost occupying all thoughts in their hearts.

As Qin Xian became faster and faster, the first movement finally came to an end.

Qin Xian raised the bow in his hand and looked at Chen Qiu.

At this moment, Chen Qiu also clenched his fist to hold on to the last part of the music and looked at Qin Xian.

Their eyes met and they nodded at the same time.

The second movement, the most gorgeous and gentle Adagio, officially begins!
(End of this chapter)