Chapter 119：

In the autumn, once it reaches the evening, the temperature gradually drops. Without the warmth of the sun in the daytime, the autumn night in Paris was a bit cold, and the bleak cold wind screamed across the flat and neat lawn, so many pedestrians could not help but tighten the clothes.

When I followed the bus of the Academy Orchestra to the Paris Philharmonic Hall, it was still in the afternoon, but at this time, he looked at the leaves outside the window, and probably guessed that the temperature outside the room was absolutely beautiful. people".

This afternoon, the Academy Orchestra has performed a rehearsal in the rehearsal room of the concert hall, and another hour is a formal performance.

The contingent audience came down from the endless stream of cars and entered the concert hall. Just now, DeLan also deliberately went to the curtain and looked at it. Although the people who came could not say that they filled the 2,400 seats, they had at least half of them sitting.

It can be seen that the promotion of this concert is still very in place and successful.

After all, it is the student of the most famous Paris State Conservatory of Music in France. The French who are very short-sighted, in addition to the strike tour, also like to support their own family performances.

When I first came to the Paris Philharmonic Hall, I came to listen to the performance of Pok Oi. Nowadays, it has become his own to lead a whole orchestra to play, which makes him feel a bit unreal, but it also makes him have to face.

"Small seven! You know, I just saw Master Lyon! I didn't expect him to come this time too!" Delan excitedly blushes and said: "The last time Leonter wrote you a piece of music. Comment, I don't know if he will write another article for our orchestra this time? If he can write an article for me...God! I will be worth it in my life!"

Wen Yan, Zacdo shook his head silently, and looked disgusted: "Delan, the show is about to start, how are you still asleep? Wake up and wake up. Master Lyon can write to our orchestra A music review is not bad, you don't think too much..."

Delan snorted softly and muttered: "In case, the master of Lyon, he looked away?"

I looked helplessly at the two treasures of the bickering, adding in my heart: So, DeLand, you also think that Master Lyon can write a music review for you... definitely because you look away...?

As the performance time approached, the tension in the background became more and more intense.

Although the Academy Orchestra has performed many times in the large and small theaters and concert halls in Paris, it is really the bride's sedan when it comes to the Paris Philharmonic Hall.

the first time.

Many students are very nervous, and even a little nervous is even more inaccurate.

And when this is the case, it shows the importance of a good chief. I saw that the students who were nervous in this calm and calmly, he said some ridiculous words, and quickly used a few jokes to draw everyone's attention to other directions.

Even the famous timid Helen in the orchestra raised their hands with a smile and asked: "Small seven, if... If we can really get the music of Mr. Lyont, then... then we can go to your house to eat hot pot. ?"

As soon as this words landed, the whole background was instantly boiled. Some people began to whisperly discuss "I want to eat mutton", "I still eat fresh veggies", "No, no, I love dolls", and then simply Some people have "disputed to eat the hot pot at the bottom of the soup pot, or the hot pot at the bottom of the spicy pot", and there is a dispute.

戚暮: "..."

After a while, when did he agree to eat hot pot?

Helen said timidly: "Okay, Xiaoqi... I just said a joke, if not... can't you cough, then when I don't say anything..."

Seeing the expression of the little girl’s face, “I’m sad to cry out,” I thought for a moment, and finally decided to nod. “In fact, it’s not a problem to eat hot pot together, that is... my apartment is a little small, maybe There is no way to accommodate so many people..."

Someone immediately yelled: "I will contribute my house for free!"

Since I have said this point, I have to smile and nod. "Okay, if Master Lyon really wrote us a music review, then I will... Please eat authentic Chinese Sichuan hot pot. ?!"

"it is good!!!"

......

There are still only ten minutes left in the show. The background has already been "just finished, if I messed up, how to do it", "how many viewers are so shameful," "I must not make mistakes today," slow. Slowly change to - "I want to eat spicy!", "Ming Ming Qing Tang is better to eat!", "Don't make a noise, why do you eat the hot pot that Xiaoqi said!".

Eat, as the highest bridge and way of human communication, once again let the people of the world continue to be harmonious and harmonious.

In the background, you have prepared everything, waiting for the beginning of the show. What he didn't know was that at the front desk, Master Lyon was looking at the show on his hand carefully, and from time to time took out the pen and wrote and painted on the book.

Although he has already entered the electronic age, Master Lyon is still very keen on the process of drawing beautiful swashes on white paper with pens. This has nothing to do with the beauty of the writing. Master Lyont always thinks, look The dark ink penetrates into the white paper, and the visual touch is truly unique in the world...

"How is your word still so ugly, Lyon."

Master Lyont: "..."

Master Lyont, who was swallowed up by anger, turned his head angrily and whispered as he turned around: "The writing does not mean anything, who dares to say my word..." Ugly.

The last word didn't say anything. When Mr. Lyont saw the man sitting next to him and killing his ugly man, he stunned his eyes and looked at the other person's calm and deep voice. I was surprised to say nothing.

I saw a man picking the sunglasses on his nose and picking it up on the eyebrows. The narrow and fierce phoenixes were so calmly looking at the dull master of Lyon. After watching it for a long while, he glanced at the words on the notebook. When he saw the name of the first orchestra, he had already screwed his brow.

When I saw the command and chief name written in the second line, the man finally couldn't bear to reach out and took the pen of Leonter's pen, crossed out the ugly "戚暮" and rewritably fluently on the side. Again.

The newly written name uses the fancy swashes, each of which is like the most meticulous carving of nature, gorgeous and smooth, even the dryness of the ink is considered meticulously, and a few short strokes outline two The most beautiful English font -

Hey.

You see, Master Feller once said: "Austen's swashes are so beautiful! I have never seen such a beautiful word, oh no, Xiaoqi... In fact, your German is not written. The difference in Auston."

But now, Master Lyont is not in the mood to appreciate how much the word is better than himself. After all, this word is too different from the one he just wrote. It is really out of place in his notebook, which is comparable to the graffiti. .

Master Lyont slammed his notebook and whispered: "Auston, how come you? I remember that you didn't just have a piano recital last night, but how long will it be to start this year's global Touring? Where did you come so much, run over to listen to a college orchestra?"

轻轻Gently cover the blue gemstone cap, listening to Lyont’s words, he calmly answered: “A Chinese writer once said that time is like the water in a sponge, and there is always a squeeze. Lyont, I haven't been so busy yet." After a pause, he said again: "You will follow the word I just wrote and practice it a few times. It should improve the font that your dog climbs."

Lyont: "..."

What Chinese writers! He only knows that there is an old saying in China that is called -

There are no elephant teeth in the puppy's mouth! ! !

I have already heard of this man's poison tongue. Master Lyont reluctantly accepted the reality and spread his hand: "I just habitually record the list of performances and tracks of each concert, and I need to practice the names of these musicians." ”

"Do not."

The man’s firm voice made Lyon a glimpse, only listening carefully and solemnly: “You need to practice this name more, because... you may write it often in the future.”

Lyont: "...ah?"

After a while, the lights in the concert hall gradually darkened and the show is about to begin. He took off the sunglasses on his nose and revealed a beautiful face.

Master Lyont did not understand why he suddenly wrote this name in the future. Although he did write a music review for this outstanding young man, the musicians who can make him write a second music review in the world are really few. Poor, young violinist... Kedori is one.

But for a moment, the sound of deliberately low voice sounded: "Lyon, let's make a bet."

In the heart, there was an ominous premonition of Lyon: "...what...cough, what gambling?"

"If the performance tonight is beyond your expectations, then... you write a music review for this orchestra and publish it on "World Music." After a pause, he squinted and looked at one. A member of the orchestra who came to power, "If... you think that the performance tonight is not good enough, then I will write a piano piece for you, Lyon."

Master Lyont completely stunned: "Wait, Auston... What is ‘I think the show tonight is not good enough'? What is it? What is the standard?”

He calmly and indifferently turned his head and looked long: "The standard is... you think it's good, then write a review."

After a long while, Master Lyont tried to ask: "So, if I insist that the performance tonight is really not good, then no matter how the orchestra performs, what is it that you lose? You want Write me the first song?"

"Ok."

"...I read less, I didn't lie to me?!"

Desperately decapitated: "Yeah."

"...Auston, did you take the medicine when you went out today?"

"...I didn't have a fever."

After confirming that the other party really did not have any remorse, Master Lyont looked like "I am very sympathetic to you", but the whole heart has already giggled, he said helplessly: "Okay, Oston, my dear. Friends, I hope that you can give me your songs earlier, I will listen to this song at home for ten times a day!"

Looking at the statue of Master Lyon, he was wearing a smile, and a smile was flashed in the dark scorpion. He squinted and nodded. "Well, I hope you... don't regret it."

Small gambling, big gambling... hurt!

Master Lyont, this has been lost once, why are you still not... Long, remember, sex? !

Under the stage, the applause of the audience became more and more enthusiastic. When a thunderous applause sounded, the man’s long and gentle eyes turned to the stage.