The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 326 The Yellow River is angry, defend the Yellow River!

The flute sounds melodious.

This place uses bamboo flutes instead of foreign flutes, simply because in this place only the sound of bamboo flutes can express the melodious and lingering sounds on both sides of the Yellow River.

Beautiful tone.

The sound echoed in the empty valley.

The sound is so beautiful that it is even amazing.

Sure enough, this is Chinese music.

Only this kind of timbre can express the feeling of the Yellow River.

Only such performances can show the national feeling.

The baton in Chen Qiu's hand trembled slightly, and he signaled to Qin Xian and others.

The string instruments of Qin Xian and others slowly laid the foundation under the flute, pushing the flute upwards.

The sound of the flute twisted and turned, lingering in everyone's heart.

Circling above the concert hall of Haicheng Conservatory of Music.

Finally, it slowly fell on Yan Yiyi's piano.

Yan Yiyi clearly grasped the details of the music and the parts he needed to play.

The moment the sound of the bamboo flute falls, let your own music follow closely.

This time, compared to the previous cello full of bookish atmosphere, the feeling of the flute is easier to control and easier to appropriate.

Yan Yiyi couldn't help but smile, and his fingers gently brushed across the piano in front of him, scraping away a long string of notes.

Every note sounds so beautiful and clean.

He didn’t just play.

He even sings.

He is using the piano to sing and create the atmosphere of the music.

The tone is soft.

You can even hear a bit of the gentle sound of flowing water under a bridge in the music.

Although the theme of this movement is called "Rage of the Yellow River", at this point in time, it is not primarily about anger.

This place still stands on the bank of the Yellow River, overlooking the beautiful scenery around the Yellow River.

A great sense of pride gradually surged in my heart.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly when they looked at Yan Yiyi.

Is the timbre of this place too singing?
In his previous performances, Yan Yiyi's power was a little insufficient, and the listeners felt it was not refreshing enough, as if something was missing.

Even though the orchestra helped Yan Yiyi to perform in this place, it only helped him to raise the power of music to a small level.

The level is not high.

It probably means that standing by the Yellow River and looking at the river view has changed to standing on a high building by the river and looking out.

My mind has become a little more open, but that's all.

The lyrical passage in the front was played by Yan Yiyi with too much of a sense of flowing water over small bridges, giving it an overly Jiangnan feel.

Even though there is a feeling of the fragrance of rice flowers blowing across both sides later on, the overall performance is still a little weak, and it still gives people a gentle feeling.

The scenery on both sides of the Yellow River is not just the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River or the northeast of China.

Everyone listened to the third movement, the first part of Huang He's anger, with worry in their eyes.

The first two chapters were played pretty well.

After all, the emotions in those places don’t need to be that strong.

But this third movement part.

Can Yan Yiyi's emotions really support this entire work?
After all, this is the anger of the Yellow River.

No matter how beautiful or gentle the previous performance is, it is of no use.

The force of the turning point here must not be weak.

Under the sight of everyone.

Chen Qiu seemed to sense something as well.

He glanced at Yan Yiyi beside him with a slightly conflicted look.

Although Yan Yiyi's performance is getting better little by little, gradually approaching his standards, and even a little bit exceeding his standards, he is moving from an ordinary student in school to a semi-professional pianist.

But can he make the Huang He Feng the finishing touch?
If it is not done well, there will be big problems with this work.

Chen Qiu hesitated for a moment, but after thinking about it, he decided to give the choice to Yan Yiyi.

After all, this place is Yan Yiyi's performance.

Chen Qiu pulled his hand slightly towards the orchestra, pulling everyone's musical emotions backwards and allowing them to release the musical space.

And be prepared for greater tension.

If Yan Yiyi can take on this tension, then this tension will allow Yan Yiyi to process his emotions to a greater extent and can also completely release the power contained in this tension.

If Yan Yiyi couldn't handle this tension.

Then Chen Qiu could only ask the orchestra to eliminate some of the impact of these tensions in the subsequent processing and make the performance of the music simpler.

The pressure from everyone soon gathered on Yan Yiyi.

He seemed to feel the pressure himself, and soon another drop of sweat fell on his forehead, which was prone to sweating.

The sound of the music is gradually getting lower and weaker.

Huge gaps will appear between passages.

Chen Qiu had already raised his finger, signaling the orchestra to enlarge the space of the music to give him more room.

The pressure is gradually increasing.

He is like a frog in warm water.

Until the music ends.

Everyone's eyes turned to Yan Yiyi, waiting for his performance.

The entire concert hall seemed to be frozen.

Yan Yi took a deep breath, looked at Chen Qiu and nodded at him.

Then, without waiting for Chen Qiu's response, he turned his gaze back to the keyboard in front of him, raised his arm, and let his arm fall straight down following the force of gravity.

boom!
The piano sound was smashed out of the speakers by Yan Yi's powerful chords.

His fingers gripped the keyboard firmly, controlling the music in his hands.

The music feels as if it is about to be smashed away, yet is under control.

Such a force made everyone's brains go blank.

At this moment, all the pain that had ever occurred on this land seemed to appear before them.

Anger, hatred and other emotions rose in their hearts.

But these negative emotions did not turn into impotent rage directed at the air.

He continued to grow into a rage in the hearts of the people, rising and burning in their minds.

Almost set the whole sky on fire.

Everyone present was almost stunned by Yan Yiyi's performance.

They never imagined that Yan Yiyi could play music so beautifully.

What is appearing in front of them now is the same small bridge and flowing water as before?
This is totally a big river!

The rolling Yellow River, carrying the anger in their hearts, roared and rushed towards the distance.

To defeat all obstacles that appear before them.

The soul of the Yellow River cannot be erased by anyone.

This is the indelible Chinese soul that is present in the people living on both sides of the Yellow River.

The emotions in the music change from bitterness, anger, dissatisfaction to release in just a few seconds.

Directly maximize the emotional value of the people under the stage.

At this moment, no one would choose to question Yan Yiyi.

Chen Qiu couldn't help but turn his gaze towards Yan Yiyi beside him.

This guy who often made mistakes and performed poorly in performances finally showed his strength and foundation as the current top music student in front of this group of freshmen at this time.

Although there are still many flaws, it’s already pretty good.

He has changed the mood of the music from gentleness before to anger, boldness and grandeur in the later period.

Well, let's just follow his performance and push the emotion of the music to a higher level.

Chen Qiu raised the corner of his mouth and waved the baton in his hand towards the orchestra.

The people in the orchestra took back control of the stage from Yan Yiyi.

Now, they are going to show the strength of the symphony orchestra.

They re-emerge with their previous gentleness.

But this time their performance was more beautiful and stronger than Yan Yiyi's.

They wrapped Yan Yiyi's music in their music and pushed him forward.

The string instruments in the orchestra fully display the magnificence of the music.

They are showing their strength to the people below the stage.

It also shows strength to all the teachers.

The strength of their harmony symphony orchestra.

Their actions of showing their strength did not escape the sight of all the teachers under the stage. Several people, led by Professor Li Anguo, couldn't help but smile.

For them, this is not a show of strength, but a demonstration of how correct their choice is.

The Harmony Symphony Orchestra is a top-notch symphony orchestra planned and implemented by them.

The better they perform, the more it proves how successful the school's plan is.

In two years, the orchestra was pulled from the second and third positions directly to the first position, and even ranked among the best in Haicheng and even in the whole country.

With such performance, even if the Central Conservatory of Music sets up a new orchestra, it may not be as good as theirs.

The better their performance, the more resources they can get from the school.

Of course, some are happy while others are sad. Some people who don't support the school spending a lot of money to set up an orchestra didn't look very happy.

Especially when they saw the uncontrollable smiles on the faces of the school leaders, their faces became even uglier.

For example, Liao Yong.

Liao Yong, the school principal, was so happy watching the students' performance on the stage that he almost burst into smile.

He smiled, touched his clean chin, and whispered to the person next to him.

"Everyone here is a student of our school. Are you sure they didn't find anyone from outside?"

"Of course, Principal Liao!" The man next to him laughed, "They must all be from the school. After all, it's not a good idea to invite people from outside the school to our school's welcome party. For example, the people in this harmony symphony orchestra are either recent graduates or seniors. The inclusion rate is 100%!"

"Oh? Interesting. It's actually interesting that they have developed to this level without finding anyone outside the school."

Liao Yong smiled.

He looked at Chen Qiu in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

He wasn't too sure about the other people in the band and didn't know what their situation was.

But Chen Qiu knows him too well.

Previously, he was organizing a Spring Festival Gala performance at the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra, which was organized by Chen Qiu, a junior student, and a group of old men and women.

He could tell at that moment that Chen Qiu definitely had something in his hands.

Later, he signaled to Professor Li Anguo to give Chen Qiu a few more chances, and Chen Qiu seized them all.

He had thought that was it.

But he never imagined that just because he was on a business trip and had no time to pay attention to Chen Qiu for some time, Chen Qiu and his Harmony Symphony Orchestra developed into what it is today.

A group of students can develop into this.

He touched his chin, looked at the teacher next to him, and asked with a smile.

"Hey, what do you think would happen if Chen Qiu was officially hired as the conductor of the orchestra academy?"

"what?"

The man was stunned, then quickly shook his head.

"No, Chen Qiu's academic qualifications are not enough. He must at least have a graduate degree, right? If he wants to join us, he may need to have an overseas background. Otherwise, even if we agree to let Chen Qiu in, Chen Qiu won't be able to come in when some people above are reviewing it!"

"Oh yeah, that's true, I didn't think about it enough."

Liao Yong withdrew his gaze.

The appointment of university teachers is not something he, as a president, has the final say on.

Especially the appointment of formal teachers.

After thinking for a while, Liao Yong said to the teacher beside him.

"Go back and think about it with the others to see if there is any chance to keep Chen Qiu in our Haicheng Conservatory of Music. There is no chance for Chen Qiu to enter the school now, but maybe there will be a chance later, right?"

"Uh……"

The teacher hesitated, and seeing that Liao Yong was very optimistic about Chen Qiu, he nodded slowly and said in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll look into it later. But Chen Qiu's concert hall is in Haicheng, so we don't need to worry too much..."

"How can that be possible? If the neighboring city or other big cities say they want to build a large concert hall specifically for Chen Qiu, and then invest a large amount of money in it and spend money to buy musicians from all over the world, then won't he leave? Isn't that how the Guicheng Symphony Orchestra started recently?"

Liao Yong glared at the teacher next to him, making him afraid to speak.

After all, what Liao Yong said was indeed correct.

Along with Chen Qiu and his team, there also rose to prominence the Guicheng Symphony Orchestra.

This symphony orchestra was truly built entirely with money.

The enterprise started with an annual investment of 1000 million, and then the government purchased 200 million tickets each year and provided 100 million for the replacement of musical instruments. The local government also built a large concert hall with a 1200-seat theater and a 700-seat chamber music hall.

In other words, while Chen Qiu and his team were still working hard to achieve the goal of monthly turnover of over a million and annual turnover of over ten million, the company next door had already earned over ten million, not even mentioning things like maintenance and replacement of musical instruments.

This investment directly attracted the president of the China Music Association to become the orchestra's resident conductor.

In a few years, we gradually rose from the first place in Guicheng to the top ten in the country.

If it were in Haicheng, to be honest, there would be a chance for it to defeat the Haicheng Symphony Orchestra and become the number one symphony orchestra in Haicheng.

The amount of money is not the point.

The point is, the people over there are still young.

When it was first established, the average age was 26, just a few years older than some of the people in Chen Qiu's orchestra. There were even conductors and band leaders in their group who were in their fifties.

In fact, that group of people may have just graduated from college not long ago.

With such a large-scale investment, the symphony orchestra has achieved its current success. Liao Yong feels that if it were him, he would not be able to resist the annual investment of 1300 million+ in a large-scale concert hall.

Given that Chen Qiu's symphony orchestra is so young and has so much potential, Liao Yong really feels that Chen Qiu may be poached by people from other places and become the second Guicheng Symphony Orchestra.

Therefore, Liao Yong covered his mouth and whispered to the teacher next to him.

"Go ask Professor Li Anguo if there is any way to win over Chen Qiu. You must not let go of these students and this orchestra. This is an opportunity for our Haicheng Conservatory of Music to enter the global arena in the future."

The teacher next to him was silent for a long time, then nodded softly.

"Okay, I understand, but Dean Liao, your budget is..."

"We'll talk to the finance department about this. But I think as long as the funding needs of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra are not outrageous, they can be accepted. What do you think?"

"..."

The teacher was silent.

Liao Yong's words were rather vague, and in the end he might be the one to suffer again.

So he sighed softly and nodded.

"Okay, I understand. I'll discuss this matter with Professor Li Anguo and put it on the agenda."

After saying that, he turned his gaze towards the stage.

At this moment, the third movement, Rage of the Yellow River, has come to an end.

The fourth movement, defending the Yellow River, has begun.

Chen Qiu led the orchestra's wind instruments to play their own melody.

Every note seems to sparkle with the waves of the Yellow River.

The piano part represented by Yan Yiyi and the orchestra echoed each other.

The two sides were like waves, one after another playing the main theme of defending the Yellow River.

“The wind is howling and the horses are neighing!”

"The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring!"

"The hills to the west of the river are thousands of feet high, and the sorghum to the east and north of the river is ripe!"

As soon as the piano part ended, the orchestra immediately followed closely.

The emotions of the music were transmitted to everyone wave after wave.

There are obviously no lyrics, but these lyrics are completely imprinted in everyone's mind.

They couldn't help but stand up and look at everyone in the orchestra, their eyes filled with excitement.

If they could, they would even like to sing along with the orchestra.

Chen Qiu noticed from the corner of his eye that the emotions of the people below the stage were high, and he couldn't help but chuckle, waving the baton in his hand more vigorously.

The mood of the music also becomes tougher.

The piano roared.

"There are so many anti-Japanese heroes among the mountains!"

"The guerrilla fighters are showing off their prowess in the green tent!"

"They held up their homemade guns and foreign rifles, and brandished their swords and spears!"

"Defending Hometown"

"Defend the Yellow River!"

"Defend North China!"

"Defend the entire country of China!"

Wave after wave of “Defend the entire China” ignited the emotions of everyone present.

As the last note fell, Yan Yiyi raised his arms and swung them backwards as if he had been electrocuted.

There was thunderous applause from the audience below the stage.