The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 336 Don’t Be a Lover Anymore
In front of the Earl, everyone held up banners with "Long Live the Earl" written on them, their eyes filled with excitement and excitement.

Not only that, some people also presented him with fresh vegetables and fruits.

Combined with the headscarf Figaro handed him, he instantly understood something.

At this moment, Figaro had already lifted him up.

This is an open conspiracy.

Whether Figaro did it on purpose or unintentionally, he had been completely trapped at this moment.

He had no second choice.

Unless he is willing to break his promise to his citizens.

The actor who played the Count was very good at acting, and everyone present noticed that the Count was in a bad mood at the moment.

He looked suddenly at the music teacher behind him, then turned his body to look at Figaro in front of him and took a deep breath.

However, before he could speak.

Figaro led everyone in cheering loudly.

"Long live, long live, long live!"

"What a noble act!"

"What great justice!"

Now, the Earl had no way out.

After taking a deep breath, he pulled the headscarf in front of Figaro and spoke with a conflicted expression and gritted teeth.

"I understand, I know, I promise to attend your wedding and officiate for you!"

Figaro's face lit up with joy, and just as he was about to step forward, the Count threw the turban to him and turned around.

"But you need to give me some more time. I hope to host your wedding in the most luxurious way in front of your relatives and friends!"

"But now, my friends, please go back!"

Everyone looked happy, Chen Qiu raised the baton in his hand, and the orchestra started to sound loudly.

Everyone sang loudly.

"The happy maiden scatters flowers before the noble earl!"

"He is kind-hearted and has preserved your chastity!"

"He saved your chastity at all costs!"

"His spirit is like a beautiful flower!"

At this moment, under the atmosphere of the orchestra, everything the Count said was imprinted in everyone's mind.

Everyone's praise for the Earl made him completely frozen in place, unable to move.

Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow.

He was a count, and for the sake of his image among the people he ruled, he had no choice but to accept the facts.

After praising the Count, everyone was quickly driven away by the Count and Figaro.

Figaro is very clear about this.

It’s too late.

If the Earl is pushed further, no one knows whether he will just give up and become shameless.

Therefore, he had to give the Count some breathing space.

And the Count also hoped that those damn bastards would stop following him.

As the two of them drove them away, only Figaro, Susanna, the Count, the music teacher and the boy servant were left in the house.

Figaro and Susanna immediately shouted "Long live!", and the music teacher beside them also laughed and shouted "Long live!"

Figaro looked at the servant boy who had been hiding on the side, Wang Susu, and stretched out his hand to her and said, "Why don't you shout long live?"

"Because she is unhappy, and the Count is about to turn him out of the house."

Susannah explained.

Figaro was stunned and immediately asked, "On this happy day?"

Susannah followed up: "On this wedding day."

Figaro: "When everyone is congratulating you?"

With just a few words from the two of them, the Earl was put on the defensive again.

However, this time there were not many spectators, only five people, so the Earl was in a good mood.

Figaro waved his hand, carrying the boy servant on his back.

Wang Susu understood instantly, took two steps forward and said loudly.

"I'm sorry, Count, please forgive me!"

"You don't deserve forgiveness!" the count snapped.

Susanna stepped forward, hugged Wang Susu's shoulders, and whispered.

"He's still a little kid."

The Count rolled his eyes, "Ah yes, yes, it's smaller than you think."

Wang Susu stepped forward again, speaking in panic: "I know I was wrong, Earl, I shouldn't have seen it..."

"That's enough. I forgive you. I forgive you, okay?"

The Earl stood up suddenly and raised his hand to stop Wang Susu from speaking, fearing that Wang Susu would say what came next.

Although he was not very afraid of Figaro, he felt a little embarrassed to be exposed for wanting to take over Figaro's wife just when Figaro praised him for abolishing the right of primogeniture.

So he rubbed his eyebrows, suddenly thought of a good idea, and said immediately.

"No, wait, I forgive you, but I want to be a good person to the end. There is a vacant officer position in my army. You go to wait for it, now, immediately, right now! Goodbye!"

The servant boy glared.

Chen Qiu immediately gave a suitable sound effect.

Figaro and Susanna said quickly.

"How about tomorrow? At least wait until tomorrow?"

The Count refused: "No, now, he must leave immediately!"

The servant boy was silent, then slowly said: "...I am willing to accept this position. I am ready, Count."

"Then, go hug Susanna one last time."

The Count pushed the maid towards Susanna, then clapped his hands and raised his eyebrows at the music teacher beside him.

"This is called being caught off guard."

Looking at Susanna and the servant boy who were hugging each other in a bewilderment, Figaro slowly exhaled, rushed forward, pulled the servant boy away, then held his hand and said loudly.

"Officer, won't you shake my hand and say goodbye? Before you go, let me give you a parting word."

Figaro turned the boy servant around, pushed him away, put his hands on his shoulders, patted him twice, and spoke loudly.

"Goodbye, Officer Cherubino! Life is full of ups and downs!"

At this moment, everyone realized what was going to happen next.

The most famous passage in this opera is about to appear.

The baton in Chen Qiu's hand jumped lightly, and everyone in the orchestra instantly understood what Chen Qiu meant, and followed Chen Qiu to play a short prelude.

The music was frivolous, lively, and joyful, but underneath it all, there was an extremely strong resistance.

Everyone didn't know how they could hear so many flavors from the orchestra's interpretation.

but.

in front of them.

The performance of Haicheng Opera House will tell them that they were right.

Figaro hugged the servant boy's neck, stared at the bewildered Count, and sang loudly.

"Now you should stop being a lover. A real man should be a soldier!"

"You amorous butterfly, stop flying around day and night, making the little girl pale, you narcissistic leech, you amorous little white face!"

As he said this, his eyes were fixed on the earl in front of him.

Although he was warning the servant boy, anyone with a discerning eye could tell who he really wanted to talk to.

Not only him, but the count as well.

He looked at Figaro, spat angrily, and turned away.

He knew very well that if he continued to stay in this place, there would be only one outcome.

That is to continue listening to Figaro's indirect criticism and then sulk on your own.

Since the decision had been made, the servants did not dare to directly resist.

That being the case.

The count turned and walked away.

Figaro stopped singing.

The music continued.

Chen Qiu waved the baton in his hand, driving the orchestra forward and guiding everyone's interpretation.

This time, the resentment and anger in the music was much less.

Seeing that the Count had been driven away by him, Figaro began to rethink the matter of the child servant.

He casually tore off his clothes and threw them on the bed. Then, he picked up the hat he had been wearing and threw it on the head of the servant boy. He looked him up and down and spoke earnestly.

"No more bright wings, no more bright and gorgeous decorations."

"Everything is embellished and pretentious."

"Put on the sissy look of a lady from a noble family!"

Figaro looked at the servant boy who still looked unhappy and couldn't help feeling annoyed. He just stepped up and kicked him hard on the butt, then pinched his shoulders and patted his chest muscles.

He acts as if he is a real man, and he should not learn from the Count, who is effeminate, pretentious, and puts on makeup every day, but has no masculinity at all.

Men, either wear a suit! Strategize!
Either wear a military uniform and guard a place!
A man should be full of vigor and vitality!
It’s a pity that there was no such thing as Tik Tok at that time, otherwise Figaro would probably have said something like that.

He hooked his arm around the servant boy's neck and whispered.

"Don't be sad or regretful now, the past is gone and will never come back."

The servant boy still looked unhappy, as if he wasn't buying it.

Figaro's eyes rolled, as if he had guessed his thoughts, so he pushed him aside, walked in front of his wife, Susanna, and danced briskly.

"Now you shouldn't be a lover. You are not young anymore. A real man should be a soldier instead of talking about love all the time." Since martial arts doesn't work, then try literary skills.

Aren't you still not interested in being a soldier? Aren't you a big fan of a tough guy like yourself?

So, let me show you what a tough guy can get.

He walked up to Susannah who was sitting on the bed, put his hand under her chin, and began to rub her cheeks in front of the servant boy.

Too bad it needs to be reviewed.

If they didn't care about the censorship, the two of them would probably just kiss in front of the boy servant.

Don't you like Susanna?
Although it is a child's favorite, but I tell you.

Only by becoming a man like me can I win Susanna's heart.

Chen Qiu's interpretation with the orchestra also became a little more joyful.

The mood of the music changes again with the same lyrics.

This time it was more cheerful and lively.

It also eliminated much of the shadow brought by the earl before.

After swearing his ownership to the servant boy, Figaro looked at the servant boy again, got off the bed, and sang to him encouragingly.

"You are the brave Spartan warrior of the future, with a strong body and a full beard!"

The servant boy's eyes widened, his legs went limp, and he immediately prepared to run away, but Figaro grabbed him like a chicken, threw him on the bed, and shouted!
"From head to toe! Fully armed! Strutting! With a proud and arrogant manner! Full armor! So majestic!"

"Although the military pay is small, the honor is unlimited!"

The servant boy sat on the bed in a daze, while Susanna beside him whispered words of comfort and advice.

Figaro no longer looked at the servant boy, but walked to the side, picked up the clothes rail used by Susanna, rubbed it gently, as if he was stroking his own treasure, and said slowly.

"What replaced the Spanish dance was the mud march!"

“It’s about climbing over mountains and crossing rivers, and not fearing the cold winter or the scorching summer heat!”

"Run towards the hail of bullets! The noise of the artillery will deafen you!"

He pointed the huge clothesline in his hand at the servant boy, who was so scared that he could not help but dodge back.

Figaro couldn't help but smile, threw the clothesline aside, and clenched his hands.

"Although you are punished now, your future will be even greater."

"I advise you not to be sad, after all, the past is gone and will never come back!"

Figaro's voice is melodious and graceful.

Chen Qiu led the orchestra to immediately lower the volume of the music to make Figaro's voice more prominent.

A large venue that can accommodate more than 1200 people.

Figaro was not wearing a microphone.

But his voice was fully transmitted through his body and into the ears of everyone present.

This is the strength of beautiful voice.

That is the strength of an opera singer.

Without a microphone or an earphone monitor, he sings in a huge space with just his bare voice, allowing everyone to clearly hear the lyrics he sings.

The stiff boy servant lying under his body felt as if his ears were about to be deafened.

When Zhu Wenzhang, who plays Figaro, sings, it doesn't seem like he is using his vocal cords at all.

He is using his body to speak.

His whole being resonated with the sound of his voice.

Judging from his singing ability, it is clear why he can be the leading actor in this work.

He has the strength.

Chen Qiu was waiting under the stage.

The fingers were slightly clenched, making the sound of the orchestra become slender.

He was waiting for the end of Zhu Wenjian's voice line.

That's where the voice changes.

When no one was noticing, he raised his hand slightly, then gently pinched it, and it suddenly bloomed.

Bang!
The sound of the orchestra and Figaro's voice sounded at the same time.

He stood up suddenly and sang loudly.

"Now you should stop being a lover. You are not young anymore. A real man should serve in the army instead of talking about love all the time! A real man should serve in the army instead of talking about love all the time."

Repeated again.

This repetition, however, carries more consolation.

Although the lyrics are the same, the feeling Zhu Wenjian brings to the music is completely different every time he sings it.

This feeling was not only felt by Zhu Wenzhang himself, but also by the audience in the audience.

They can feel the progression of musical emotions very clearly.

Not just from the band, but the vocals as well.

Everyone's emotions gradually focused on Zhu Wen Zhang.

Zhu Wen Zhang also felt the pressure of everyone's gaze.

Everyone was looking at him, and everyone was looking forward to his performance.

But there was no pride in his heart.

Because his attention was completely focused on Chen Qiu who was not far away.

The singing part he sang in this part was revised countless times by Chen Qiu.

Basically, it can be said that the good singing in this place is all due to Chen Qiu.

But now is not the time for him to express his gratitude to Chen Qiu.

He stood on the bed and encouraged the stiff-limbed boy servant lying on it.

"Cherubino, you are very brave, and you have a bright future! Cherubino, you are very brave, and you have a bright future!

"You have a bright future! You have a bright future!!"

The servant boy was pulled from the bed and brought to the door.

The set began to move, moving behind the curtain.

Figaro looked at the boy servant in his hand without showing any mercy. He just smiled and pushed him out of the door.

pat.

The servant boy lost his balance and fell onto the stage in panic.

Everyone was shocked and almost thought it was a stage accident.

However, the next second, the servant boy got up from the ground, patted his clothes, and looked at the decorations in the house in panic.

Chen Qiu pointed slightly at the trumpet in the distance, and the military bugle sounded.

The performance was clearly over, but it gave everyone a feeling of infinite light.

The servant boy looked at the familiar decorations in the house, his steps swaying, at a loss.

While a sense of pride surged in his heart, he was still hesitant and didn't know what to do.

This is the earl's punishment.

It was also the opportunity given to her by the Count.

She started out as an officer.

As long as she can achieve success on the battlefield, her future will be immeasurable.

but……

Can she really survive the battlefield?

She doesn't know.

She looked at the decorations inside the house with great nostalgia, remembering the time she had spent here in the past. Then she gritted her teeth and ran away into the distance.

It seems that a certain decision has been made.

……

The stage curtain slowly fell.

The first act of The Marriage of Figaro ends at this moment.

The crowd also applauded at this moment.

Along with it, there were some whistles and the sound of "bravo"!

Everyone was applauding the performance in the theater and the orchestra.

The troupe presented a stunning performance to the crowd.

The orchestra's accompaniment directly livened up the performance.

Many of the rough spots in the performance were also covered up by the band's music, allowing everyone to focus only on their singing and ignore the mistakes in the details.

It’s a pity that at this time, the staff on the stage announced the end of the first act and the audience had 10 minutes to rest. They also needed to re-set the stage, so the audience had to leave first.

Go out to drink some water and go to the toilet.

Then come back and watch the subsequent plot.

The audience gradually left.

The people on the stage did not have time to rest at this time.

The members of the orchestra quickly arranged their instruments.

Those people playing the trumpet, trombone, and French horn quickly poured out their saliva, oh no, the condensed water.

The strings are also adjusting the pitch of the instrument.

Only people like Ai Gu who have nothing to do have time to drink some water and take a rest at this time.

Meanwhile, the people on the stage were quickly arranging the scenery.

After all, they are not a particularly large group, and their ability to collaborate is not that strong. They cannot complete the set of the next scene without leaving any trace while singing.

So they took their time and adjusted the stage.

Waiting for the second act to begin.

(End of this chapter)