The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 333 Am I cuckolded?

Chapter 333 Am I cuckolded?
Looking at the huge background in front of him, Zhu Wenzhang felt an indescribable excitement in his heart.

He didn't know how long it had been since he saw Haicheng Opera House using such a backdrop again.

The background and stage were much better than the "Thunderstorm" they had rehearsed before.

Feeling the warm atmosphere which was like his own little room, he held up the ruler in his hand and sang slowly.

"five!"

"ten!"

"twenty……"

He sang, naturally, all in Italian.

The only difference is that the translation is placed on huge screens on both sides of the stage.

Everyone could see the subtitles on both sides of the stage just by using their peripheral vision.

The subtitles are well designed.

Not only are there characters' subjects, but there are even models of the characters placed on the screen.

In this way, everyone can understand the meaning of this opera.

The reason why they use translation instead of Chinese is very simple.

This is an Italian opera.

Just like watching a movie.

Would you rather watch a dubbed film or the original version?

Although they can translate this work back into Chinese and make a work like a dubbed film.

But after research by the orchestra, they found that they did not have enough time.

The time required to translate it into Chinese and then re-sing it would take several times longer than their current rehearsal time.

If they had taught Chinese at the beginning, it would have been possible.

Time is so short now that they don’t even have enough time to rehearse with the orchestra, so how can they have time to change the language.

Therefore they put a lot of their attention on the setting of side subtitles.

To make the audience understand as much as possible what is being performed in this performance.

Chen Qiu raised the baton in his hand slightly, and the sound of the orchestra immediately rang out, helping to further elevate Figaro's mood.

It also reminds Susanna behind the curtain that she can get ready.

Under the gaze of everyone, Figaro happily measured around the room.

"5, 10, 20, 30, 36, 42!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Susanna walked out of the door, holding the headscarf in her hand happily.

"I am so satisfied. This seems to be tailor-made for me! Look at me, dear Figaro."

Figaro ignored it and continued measuring something.

"5."

"Look at me, dear Figaro~"

"10."

"Look at me, dear Figaro."

"20."

"look at me."

"30."

"Look at my veil."

"36!"

"Look at my veil!"

"43!"

"Dear dear dear Figaro, look at me, look at the veil on my head."

Figaro and Susanna hugged each other, their faces pressed together.

He looked at Susanna in front of him, the love on his face emerging uncontrollably, and he sang slowly.

"Yes, dear, this is beautiful, as if it was made just for you."

They both laughed at the same time and hugged each other.

Keep repeating some words, words that have been said before.

Just like lovers in love, no matter what they say, both sides can find pleasure in the conversation.

Zhu Wen Zhang hugged Susanna in front of him and walked with her in the huge setting to show his affection.

Of course, in order to pass the review and not leave a bad impression on the minors present, the two of them were just being affectionate normally, cheek to cheek, and did not do a deep French kiss or anything like that in front of everyone.

However, if they were really asked to French kiss, they might not be able to do it, after all, neither of them has such indulgent personalities.

A smile appeared on Chen Qiu's face and he pulled his hand suddenly.

The sound of the orchestra immediately became faint.

Zhu Wen Zhang and Ma Yan, who played Susanna, separated immediately.

Ma Yan took off the veil in her hand with a smile, walked to the side, and asked Zhu Wenjian gently.

"Figaro, what are you measuring? You are measuring so happily."

"Me?" Zhu Wenjian raised his eyebrows, walked to the bedside, patted the shabby bed, and said with a smile, "I'm looking to see if the bed the earl gave me is suitable to be placed here."

Ma Yan was stunned, turned around in disbelief, looked at Zhu Wenzhang, and said anxiously.

"Wait, what did you say? Put it in this room?"

"Of course! This is a generous treat from the Count."

Zhu Wen Zhang didn't understand what was going on, and said casually while making his bed.

However, the next second, before everyone could react, Ma Yan spoke angrily.

"Fuck you, keep it for yourself."

Bang!
She flung the door open, glared at Figaro, walked out and slammed the door shut.

Accompanied by the loud sound of a door closing and the sound effect made by the Ai drum next to it, a few pieces of dust immediately fell on the huge stage.

Like a dilapidated basement.

It also shows how forcefully Ma Yan closed the door just now.

Just this one move directly attracted everyone's emotions.

They looked towards the stage in confusion, not knowing why this happened.

Wasn't it fine just now?
Not only the audience was confused, but Zhu Wenzhang was also confused.

"Uh……"

He glanced at the audience in confusion, and couldn't help but spread his hands. Then he quickly stepped forward, opened the door, and said puzzledly to the empty outside.

"Any questions?"

"Of course I have my own problems, idiot!"

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Of course I have my own reasons!"

The sound of the two quarreling attracted the other maids working at the door.

Several maids pried at the door curiously, wanting to know why Figaro and Susanna were arguing.

Zhu Wen Zhang helplessly spread his hands at them, sent them away, closed the door, and walked to Ma Yan's side.

Before he could speak, Ma Yan asked him.

"Are you still my husband?"

"Yes, but I don't understand why you hate this room so much? This is the most convenient room in the Earl's mansion!"

"Because I'm Susanna and you're a jerk!"

Ma Yan stepped forward and slapped Zhu Wenxuan on the head.

Chen Qiu raised his hand suddenly, and the harp beside him immediately started playing music. Combined with Zhu Wenjian's look of holding his head with a headache, everyone burst into laughter.

Zhu Wen Zhang covered his head and said helplessly.

"Thank you for the compliment...why don't you see if it would be better to put this bed somewhere else?"

He hugged Susanna from behind. Chen Qiu raised the baton in his hand, and the sound of bassoon immediately rang out not far away.

Zhu Wen Zhang held Susanna in his arms and spoke with a gentle look.

"What if the mistress summons you for something at night? What if she summons you for something?"

Chen Qiu raised his hand, and two crisp sounds were heard from the trumpet.

Zhu Wenjian smiled and said, "Ding ding! Ding ding! You can get there in two or three steps!"

He held Susanna's face and kissed her on the cheek, then stepped back a few steps, picked up the clothes placed aside, and continued to give examples.

"If something happens, the Count can page me at night, and I can arrive just as quickly."

Chen Qiu pointed at Huang Xin, and Huang Xin slowly blew the trumpet.

"Dongdong, dongdong, two or three jumps and you'll be ready to do his bidding."

Zhu Wenzhang looked at Susanna and took two steps forward, wanting to continue hugging her and being intimate with her.

However, Ma Yan shook her head.

She stretched out a finger and put it against Zhu Wenjian's mouth to stop his next move, and sang softly.

"What if the dear Count rings the bell one morning?"

She took two steps forward, picked up the boots that Figaro had placed on the ground, and hummed softly as the trumpet sounded in the distance.

"Ding ding, ding ding, I'll send you two or three miles away."

She picked up the boot and slapped Zhu Wenzhang's butt hard, her eyes gradually becoming angry.

"Ding ding!" The trumpet sounded.

"Boom boom..." The sound of a trumpet rang out.

She walked forward slowly, whispering.

"The devil sent him to the door, bang, bang, two or three jumps?"

"Calm down, Susanna." Zhu Wenjian was stunned and closed the door.

"Two or three jumps?" "Calm down."

"Your two or three jumps?" "Calm down, Susanna."

"Where to jump to?"

"Calm down……"

Zhu Wen Zhang raised his hand, calmed Susanna down, and spoke slowly.

"Tell me what happened."

"If you want to know."

Ma Yan stood there, clenched her fists, looked at Zhu Wenjian, and said seriously.

"If you want to know, then don't doubt me, because that would be misunderstanding me."

Zhu Wenzhang felt a flash of uneasiness in his heart. He looked at Ma Yan and said slowly.

"I am anxious to hear your next words."

He turned sideways with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Doubt and suspicion make my blood curdle."

Ma Yan: "Doubt and suspicion? Suspicion? Suspicion? Suspicion???" Zhu Wenjian was silent and repeated: "Doubt and suspicion will make my blood coagulate."

They both hummed at the same time.

The sounds clashed sharply, yet they actually merged together.

The stage became cold for a moment.

Chen Qiu's eyes fixed, he stretched out his hand, and let the music slowly drop, leaving the stage empty.

The two of them performed much better than in previous rehearsals.

During the previous rehearsal, the collaboration between these two people was simply hard to describe.

Although I can hear it, I always feel that the two of them are not in harmony with each other.

But now, it's completely different.

Listening to the sharp confrontation in his ears, Chen Qiu looked at the two of them and gave them a simple gesture.

Ma Yan sat on the bed, looked helplessly at Zhu Wenjian on the other side of the room, and whispered to him.

"In that case, I will tell you, and you better be quiet and listen to me."

"Come on, let me hear what you want to say."

Ma Yan took a deep breath and said seriously: "The 'honorable' Earl is tired of hunting for beauties in the countryside. He wants to try and find some opportunities in his Earl's Mansion."

Zhu Wenzhang: “Hmm?”

Ma Yan: "So, I tell you, his wife, the Countess, cannot arouse the Count's sexual interest, do you understand?"

Zhu Wen Zhang: "Oh, then who is it?"

"of course……"

Ma Yan's voice gradually changed from gentle to fierce. She grabbed Zhu Wenzhang's collar forcefully and said angrily.

"Your little Susanna!"

Zhu Wen Zhang: "You?"

Ma Yan: "Of course it's me. Not only that, he also wants to be close to the water and get the moon first. The place where we live now is what he wants."

"..."

"bravo"

This was the only thing Zhu Wen Zhang could say at this moment.

The translation of this sentence was also displayed on the side, and the audience in the audience burst into laughter.

Faced with the crowd's whispers, Zhu Wenjian was speechless.

He really didn't know what to say.

What the hell?

Today is the day I get married to my wife Susanna.

Then his wife told him that the earl he served actually wanted to cheat on him?
What the hell...

Although he really wanted to say that his wife was ungrateful, to be honest, considering Susanna's appearance, he did have to say that the count had good taste.

Of course, this did not mean that he wanted to offer Susanna to the Count. It was just what he said in his confused mind.

If he didn't say "awesome", he would probably just hit a "6".

If the number 6 in Italian is equivalent to the number 6 in Chinese.

Zhu Wenzhang's expression gradually became serious, and he said to Susanna.

"go on."

"This is why he has bestowed upon you, your wife, me, Susanna, all the grace and care that he has bestowed upon you. Don't you understand?"

"No wonder he condescended to do so."

Zhu Wen Zhang slapped his head hard.

Ma Yan sneered and continued.

"This is not all, the excitement is yet to come."

She stared at Zhu Wen Zhang and said slowly.

"Mr. Basilio, my music teacher, and his attendant, he kept repeating this topic to me every day during class."

"Basilio? That bastard?" Zhu Wenjian gritted his teeth.

"Otherwise, do you think the Count gave you my dowry because you are handsome? My pretty face."

Although he was angry, Zhu Wenzhang looked helpless and conflicted as he looked at Susanna lying on his chest.

"I really thought I was handsome, but it turns out I was just flattering myself."

Ma Yan shook her head, resting her head against Zhu Wenjian's chest, and said slowly: "The Earl's purpose is just to occupy half an hour of my time to exercise the lord's privileges."

"what?"

Zhu Wen Zhang suddenly jumped up from the bed and said anxiously.

"No, didn't the Count give up his virginity? Why?"

"He gave up, but he changed his mind. Is that so hard to understand, my pretty boy? Now he wants to take back his power for me!"

"Bravo..."

Zhu Wen Zhang was speechless and could only hold back a "bravo" again. Then he clenched his teeth and spoke slowly.

"But he has a nice idea."

He walked to the front of the stage, clenched his fists, and spoke slowly.

"The Count has such a beautiful idea. He wants to play, so he will get what he wants..."

He turned and walked towards the door, but before he could open it, a bell rang.

Just as they sang before.

Ding ding.

Two consecutive ringing of the bell disrupted Zhu Wenzhang's thoughts.

He looked in the direction of the bell and frowned.

"Who's ringing the bell? The Countess?"

"Yes, bye."

Ma Yan listened to the urgent ringing of the phone behind her, hugged Zhu Wen Zhang, kissed him on the cheek, and said reluctantly.

"Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye dear Figaro."

"Be brave, Susanna!"

Figaro responded weakly.

"You should be careful too." Ma Yan glanced at Zhu Wenjian, nodded vigorously, and quickly pushed the door and left.

Zhu Wen Zhang stood in a daze within the curtain.

Looking at the surrounding scenery.

The originally warm setting is now filled with malice.

He walked to the bed and picked up the boots that Susanna had thrown on the bed, his eyes becoming serious.

"Well done, my dear Lord Earl, but now I have begun to understand the secret."

"I, too, have figured out your background."

"Going to London? Haha..."

"You want to be an ambassador? Haha..."

"And I will be your follower? Hehe..."

"But Susanna..."

Zhu Wen Zhang sat on the bed, holding the leather boots in his hands, and the heaviness in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

He was amused by his previous trust in the earl.

"She's your confidential secretary?"

"Fuck you, I, Figaro, am telling you straight out of the blue, I can't do it!"

He took two steps forward, placed the boots in his hand on the ground, and let them move forward bit by bit.

Chen Qiu looked at him as he was completely immersed in the drama, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. He nodded to Qin Xian and others around him and raised the baton in his hand.

One of the most famous arias in The Marriage of Figaro, which is also the aria in many people's art examination works, sounds at this moment.

"Would you like to dance, little duke?"

Zhu Wen Zhang stood in the house, playing with the boots in his hands and saying with a smile.

"You want to dance, my little Count, you want to dance? My little Count?"

"Then let me accompany you! Let me accompany you!"

"Yes, let me accompany you!"

He kicked the two leather boots of the count in front of him away with a fierce kick, his eyes angry.

He stood in the room and sang angrily.

"If you come to my school, I'll teach you how to play!"

"If you want to come to my school, I will teach you how to dance more freely!"

"Jumping freely, yes! Jumping freely! Yes!"

He walked forward, looking at the boots lying on the ground, as if he had thought of a solution. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he looked down and spoke slowly.

"I have many tricks. You have to be careful, careful, careful, and careful again."

"No, wait..."

Zhu Wen Zhang stopped, as if he had thought of something, the smile on his lips became even more intense. He leaned against the huge ladder and sang slowly.

"I can expose his conspiracy, but it seems easier for me to play dumb?"

"On the one hand, it is carried out secretly, and on the other hand, it is publicly stated?"

"Sometimes he's sarcastic, sometimes he's cynical."

"All your conspiracies will be exposed in one fell swoop!"

"I will use all my tricks to trick you!"

"I will make you angry and deceive you until your thoughts are completely exposed."

"To expose you, to expose some of your conspiracies..."

……

The anger in his heart had completely dissipated.

He looked at the boot in front of him with a weird smile, picked it up, and hummed slowly again.

"Would you like to dance, my little duke?"

"I will play music on the guitar to accompany you."