Chapter 210：

The annual Baiai Forest Concert, after such a grand jubilant night, finally officially ended.

The concert was really over, but the various reports in the classical music industry were like springing up, and they rushed out.

From the selection of the theme of this concert, to the configuration of the members of the instrument group, the music critics and journalists gave a lot of technical analysis, especially the last "Berlin's Air", once again It has become the focus of attention.

As a conductor and composer, you are obviously very good. In recent years, excellent musical works have been produced every year, and often lead to perform. But as a pianist, it is obvious that this man is really too unhealthy!

Have you seen a pianist who only held a piano concert a year?

Have you seen a pianist who only released one album in three years?

Have you seen the fans waiting for a whole year, but in the end, silently at the end of the orchestra concert, a pianist with a two-minute piano performance?

Oh, have you never seen it before?

Then... welcome you, join the Bertelme fan club!

Different from the praise and praise of the music magazine, one of the fans on the Internet, the wind commentary of this concert has become a terrible bipolar trend. One side is very excited to praise: "Oh God, I have never heard such a wonderful concert!" And the other side is: "Damn, why didn't I grab the ticket, why?"

How do you say a word?

Since we can't eat grapes, this grape is definitely sour!

Countless fans are angry and resentful. They don’t have a pair of hands-on speeds. They didn’t grab the tickets for the love of the forest concerts. This actually added the piano of Auston Bertel. Play!

In the "Blue Danube" forum, the largest gathering place for fans in the classical music industry, fans are flocking, and countless new posts appear on the front page.

The Danube Forum has a daily flow of over 10,000 people. Basically all European and American classical music related people, including musicians, fans, and students, will have the forum's account number, always paying attention to the latest news in the industry.

It is reported that Mr. Dorensa and Mr. Faller among the world's four major conductors occasionally visit this forum, and even many people in the non-classical music industry often curiously visit it.

Today, when the forest concert of Bai Ai is over, unlike the praise voice of previous years, many people have mourned that they did not go to the scene to hear the "Berlin's Air", which was adapted and played with the piano.

Most of the voices are sly fans, and some are the loyal fans of Bai Ai. When the name of Oston Bertram was hooked up with Bo's love more than a decade ago, the orchestra has gradually become the mark of "Bet Lyme". Under the leadership of the latter, it has become more perfect. Orthodox metallic sounds, and a more rigorous musical style.

But in the post on the front page, a seemingly inconspicuous but very strange title appeared in the eyes of all forum members. The person posting is called "Swan Lake in Geneva", and the post name is even more strange -

[Origin Angel is a fan of Mr. Bertley...]

This kind of look is a post of physique, but in a minute, it was brushed to the second page. When Mr. Faller endlessly rehearsed the orchestra's rehearsal and only remembered to open the Danube Forum once in a few months, he looked at the post with amazement and curiously paused for a long time on the post's name.

"Hey... Angel?"

Mr. Faller, who was puzzled, opened the post and looked. In the whole post, only the landlord chanted and repeated. "I will go to listen to Angel's songs right away. I will go to listen to Angel's songs right away. I will go to listen to Angel's songs right away..." and a big crying face, except There isn't even a picture, and the "this sticker will sink" face.

However, Master Feller, who followed the trend of the times and played on the mobile computer tablet than his own chief Jane, thought for a while, and finally called: "Hey, Angel?? Oh, I have nothing, you are now. Are you with Auston?... Oh, it turns out to be true... You asked me how I know?"

Master Feller smiled mysteriously: "Guess?"

Far from Berlin: "..."

After a few more words, he hangs up and screams. But what he didn't know was that just the next second when he hung up the phone, a highly respected master of music directly opened the discussion group of the "Little Angel's Concert Hall" and started typing.

Yes, since graduating from the National Conservatory of Music in Paris, under the proposal of Daniel, the "Little Angel's Piano Room" was officially renamed "Little Angel's Concert Hall".

Fowler: [Angel is actually in Berlin again, I guess he must go to participate in the forest concert of Bai love! 】

But for a moment, Daniel: [Aha? ! How do you know, Mr. Faller? 】

Faler: [Hey, guess! 】

Daniel: [.....................]

After a while, Akkad: [Damn! Xiaoqi said that I will come to see me next week. I am also surprised that Wei love will not return to Europe a few days ago. How can I drag it to next week? It turns out that he is going to see the mixed ball of Auston! 】

Fowler: [嘿里德, you can't marry Angel, he is going to participate in the forest concert of Bai Ai. 】

Akade: [Hey! Xiaoqi actually does not come to see me first! ! ! **** off! ! ! ! ! 】

......

At this moment, the cockroach who is debugging his own violin is still completely ignorant, and the teacher who is awkward and awkward is angry again. He carefully adjusted the four strings, and wiped the bow with rosin. When all the preparations were finished, he had already finished the piano, and looked up at him.

A young and handsome young man dressed in a clean white shirt, so smiling and standing in the empty piano room, what is the first word you can think of?

Others don't know, but the first word that comes to mind in the mind is actually --

beautiful.

The heart, thinking, pure, and clean, did not find the man's filth, turbidity, and ignorance. After turning over the sheet music on the zither, he smiled and said: "When you go to Bai love during the day, I I have been familiar with the song several times. The Huacai of the second movement is still somewhat difficult, but basically there is no problem."

He grabbed the dice and gently daggered: "The second movement is a bit difficult, and you can become proficient later." After a pause, he calmly added: ""

It is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence. The awkward tone is firm and decisive, as if to say a fact that cannot be changed.

He naturally didn't let him down. He smiled and daggered. The tone was from the channel: "Well, it's back. In addition to the few sections in the emergency board, there are still some confirmations when playing, and there are no problems. ”

It’s easy to say, but all musicians know that it’s impossible for many violinists to completely recite a four-character, forty-minute symphony.

In any concert, it is impossible for violinists to play only one piece of music, which is doomed to wait for their scores from three to four and seven or eight.

If it is a well-known track, such as "Blue Danube", "From the New World", it is all right, everyone has already remembered it, but if it is a remote one, such as the symphony father Haydn more than 100 Symphony, who can put all the scores on the back!

Perhaps many viewers will be surprised, why as a professional musician, the violinist still needs to watch the score, and even some pianists need to have a staff on the stage to turn pages for him!

This is entirely because: there are too many songs, and it is impossible to remember them all.

But hey, it’s just one of the exceptions.

There is no memory in the world that cannot be improved, only the players who do not work hard.

- This is the standard that you believe in.

I saw that in the gentle moonlight, the young man’s calm smile seemed to tremble, and the first bright color was lightly bloomed. The twilight was dark and I couldn't help but stare for a long time, then he nodded and said, "Okay, you can start."

When the voice landed, and the time was low, the sound of the piano's low alcohol and clear sound slammed into the room. After the short chords of the short quarters, the soft and gentle violin of the violin was firmly inserted into it, and the music was soft and soft, as if the stream was flowing.

From the pleasure of the first movement to the rush of the second movement; from the light and bright of the third movement to the enthusiasm of the fourth movement!

The sound of the piano and the violin is generally lingering together. When the piano sounds high, the violin sounds gently. When the violin sounds low, the piano sounds nervously worried.

In the spacious and bright piano room, there is a moonlight and water fall, and in such a bright and beautiful moonlight, it seems that a magnificent sunset is rising.

The softness and quietness of the twilight deeply attracts the cold and noble moonlight. They can only get along with the last few seconds in the shortest time, because when the moonlight falls, the twilight will become darker; when the twilight is bright, the moonlight will be paralyzed.

The moonlight envelope is the final twilight of the twilight, but the moonlight does not know, it is he who is always insanely chasing, just destined to the end of the twilight!

Love has always been blind, and the moonlight has dedicated a **** sensation for the glimpse of the sunset. I only want to exchange for a moment of dancing with the twilight. However, the twilight has already reached the age of aging, and I can only look at the bright and bright moonlight and sigh deeply.

When the pipa played to the end of the entanglement, but finally lost, the fierce and fierce voice of the violin suddenly rose to the most stun, but at the last moment came to an abrupt end, leaving a long blank.

In the quiet piano room, there was only a crying sorrow of the piano, and finally it fell into a silent ending.

When he sat on the piano bench and studied a certain section of the third movement with him, he listened to the sorrow contained in the clear and melodious temperament, and involuntarily pulled the hand that the man was playing.

The movement of the cymbal played a slamming look, looking down at the young man beside him.

I saw my brows and sighed: "We... will not be like them."

After a long sigh, for a long time, I reached out and grabbed the waist of the youth, gently whispering: "Yes, we will never be like them."

He got inspiration from his lover, but he was destined to be unable to control the song forever.

When the music is written to the end, it will already produce a true and vivid soul, guiding the composer how to move forward.

Accompanied by the low and dull sound of "The Twilight in the Moonlight", he gently kissed the young man's eyebrows, meticulous and pious, as if kissing the favorite in his life. And he also tightly embraces the man's waist, clinging to the unwillingness to loosen a trace, and ignorantly expresses his love.

As the moonlight shines like a million years, it gently scatters the clearth to the earth. There was a swing in the bedroom, and the young man shyly swallowed his voice into the scorpion, but