The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 401 I am your teacher!

Chen Qiu raised the baton in his hand slightly and pushed it forward.

A mist spread from the stage and enveloped everyone in the audience.

If there is, if there is not.

This is the kind of sound you can only hear if you're actually sitting in a concert hall.

You sit at home, and unless you buy extremely luxurious audio equipment, you have no way of hearing the stunning details in the music.

It was just the beginning, but everyone present heard it very clearly.

Their trip was not in vain.

There was nothing wrong with their choice.

Mahler's First Symphony by the Harmony Symphony Orchestra is worth looking forward to.

Chen Qiu was already very familiar with the content of Mahler's First Symphony.

When he performed in Japan before, he had analyzed Mahler's ideas over and over again.

He didn't even know how many times he had listened to this piece.

This is not a very short song.

This is a piece that lasts a full hour.

But in Chen Qiu's ears, he had walked the whole process at least 100 times.

But this is not the end.

This is just the beginning.

Chen Qiu also listened to the orchestra's performances, and listened to the different sections.

Chen Qiu may have listened to this piece alone for more than 500 hours, or even more.

These are the accumulations that Chen Qiu has accumulated bit by bit in his daily life.

Now, Chen Qiu decided to show this accumulation to everyone present.

Tell them how strong the band is.

How proud I am to be able to cooperate with everyone present.

Chen Qiu's fingers trembled slightly.

Qin Xian and the string group on the side gently pushed the strings in their hands.

Their strength lies in the strings in their hands.

The control of power was so terrifying that it made all the string music lovers present shudder.

They have no changes in movement.

They just slowly pushed the bows in their hands, letting them rub against the strings, thus producing a mist-like sound that covered the stage and even the entire concert hall, which could accommodate more than a thousand or nearly two thousand people.

Everyone couldn't help but swallow a little.

Anyone who has studied string instruments knows how terrifying this is.

The first lesson of string instruments: bending the strings.

Place the bow on the strings, then push the strings in your hand to make them produce sound.

Whether it is overtone or real sound.

These all require practice.

The purpose of these exercises is to train your power release.

Normally, for people who are just starting out, the sound will be intermittent, sometimes high and sometimes low. We won’t discuss this.

Once he becomes proficient at playing and the quality of the sound becomes uniform, that is the beginning.

At a speed of 60, newcomers can only play with an accent of 4 beats at most, and that's basically the end of the note. They can't play any further and have to change the bow.

With a little practice, they can achieve the 8th beat emphasis.

If you want to get 16 beats, you need to practice for a very, very long time.

If you want it to be longer, it will be more difficult.

However, this is still an accent, not like the timbre that Qin Xian and others are pushing out at this moment, which is as ethereal as clouds and mist and as delicate as gauze.

Control of tone, control of power, the two are combined with each other.

They created a dream without changing their bows at all.

Let everyone be intoxicated.

Chen Qiu raised the baton in his hand slightly and pulled it backwards.

Yuefu's eyes met Chen Qiu's in the distance.

He followed Chen Qiu's fingers that were pulling backwards, and little by little, he matched the sound of the oboe in his mouth and danced with Chen Qiu's fingers.

But it is the dance of falling.

He is like a shooting star in the night sky, even a very small one.

It flashed by.

Soon he fell into a deep sleep.

The appearance of this shooting star embellishes the pure dream.

It leaves everyone with a memory that they want to pursue, but there is no trace.

far away.

The orchestra's bassoon slowly walked out after the sound of Yuefu faded away.

Same downside.

But he is not a shooting star.

He is the tail flame of a shooting star.

It is proof that meteors exist.

Although the orchestra's bassoon has not been updated much, its strength is obviously much stronger than before.

Especially when the overall level of wind instruments was improving, his interpretation of Yuefu music simply struck a perfect chord with everyone.

The sound of the bassoon fades away.

However, this is not the end.

As the resonance between the oboe and bassoon fades, other wind instruments appear behind them.

That's a shooting star.

The wind instruments appeared on the stage, playing their unique timbre, which only belongs to wind instruments.

Just like the meteors that flash across the sky one after another.

They cut a crack in the sky.

They blew away the light mist.

They brushed away the ripples of the dream.

The sound of the French horn rang out.

This is the end of the dream.

Accompanied by the clarinet sounding in an extremely high voice, as if foreshadowing something.

Not just clarinet, but also flute, trumpet...

In just a few minutes, the Harmony Symphony Orchestra presented everyone with a dream that was fascinating, intoxicating and unforgettable.

Then slowly tear it into pieces.

It brings a feeling of being woken up by the morning sunshine, and a lazy sleepiness emanating from the whole body.

Hearing such music in everyone's ears, everyone present felt as if they were electrocuted and could not help trembling.

They looked at the stage in disbelief, they couldn't even say anything.

This music?

This music they are hearing now?
No…wait?
Is it true that what they heard was correct?

This is really Mahler played by the Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

Although.

Although the Harmony Symphony Orchestra has recently expanded, the number of people in the orchestra has reached over a hundred.

Although the Harmony Symphony Orchestra has achieved good results recently and has basically suppressed the Haicheng Symphony Orchestra and ranked second in Haicheng, its performance is still climbing up little by little.

Although they have performed top-notch works with high scores of 9.7 before.

Although they bought the concert tickets just to experience this greatest work up close and feel the shock of live performance without headphones.

But, but, but...

But isn’t everything in front of them too outrageous?
Is this really the Harmony Symphony Orchestra?
This beginning, the interpretation of this beginning?

They even felt like they were listening to Abbado?

Damn, this is so awesome!

The music lovers present were about to cry after hearing this.

The lowest ticket price for the Harmony Symphony Orchestra is only 188 yuan.

For this 188 yuan, you can even use government subsidies to reduce it by about 20% to 148.

148 Where can you go to listen to such a concert?
Even the Haicheng Symphony Orchestra may not be able to play such beautiful music!

Everyone thought so without hiding their thoughts.

It was obvious that the opening performance of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra today was too explosive.

It is such a calm work, yet it can be interpreted in such a shocking way.

I can only say that it is worthy of being called the Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

They feel that even if all members of the Haicheng Symphony Orchestra were present, they might not be able to reach the current level.

The Harmony Symphony Orchestra was so terrifying. At this moment, Nakamura Shiro, who was standing at the highest point, was almost crying when he heard the sound of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

really.

It is indeed this tone.

Sure enough, the tone is correct.

This is Chen Qiu.

This is a harmonious symphony!
Not only did the band not decline, but it even showed more shocking strength.

In just over a year.

The band seemed like a completely new band.

He had no idea how to express the shock in his heart.

Too strong, really too strong.

Shiro Nakamura made one point very clear.

If I were to lead a harmony symphony orchestra, I might not be able to achieve such a performance.

Terrifying, powerful, and despairing.

Yes, Nakamura Shiro was so excited, but he felt despair in his heart.

If it's just a gap, it doesn't necessarily make people feel despair. One day in the future, maybe they can catch up with Chen Qiu, so there is always hope.

But the problem is...

Chen Qiu and the Harmony Symphony Orchestra have made rapid progress.

It was so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

He felt as if he had just had a good sleep and the whole world seemed to have changed.

His eyes closed.

If he were at home at this moment, he would probably have jumped up and shouted something angrily.

but now.

He just wanted to close his eyes and enjoy Chen Qiu's music.

This is his respect for music.

He was excited about his arrival.

Fortunately, he came today and heard Mahler's First Symphony performed by the Harmony Orchestra.

The progress of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra was heard.

Hearing this shocking and despairing gap.

Otherwise, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

Nakamura Shiro slowly opened his eyes and looked at Chen Qiu. The look in his eyes was no longer full of consideration as before, but became pure.

Become as pure as Zhou Gangsheng.

From today on, Chen Qiu is his target.

He longed to pursue and devoted his whole life to the goal.

He did not seek to surpass Chen Qiu.

It is enough to be able to catch up with Chen Qiu.

He covered his mouth and whispered to Hei Yuxue beside him.

"If you stay in Huaguo Haicheng for a long time and study here for a few years, would you be willing?"

"Eh? Long term?"

Hei Yuxue was stunned. She didn't expect Nakamura Bai to say this to her.

Her gaze shifted involuntarily and she asked in a low voice.

"Yes, are we the two?"

"Well, if you don't plan on bringing anyone else."

"Of course!"

Hei Yuxue became a little excited.

She almost screamed out loud.

But at the concert, she still controlled her emotions, looked at Nakamura Shiro cautiously, and asked curiously.

"So Bai Jun, what are we doing here in China?"

"Let's exchange and learn. I think a place that can produce a genius like Chen Qiu must have its own unique features!"

Nakamura Shiro's gaze became far-reaching. He no longer looked at Hei Yuxue, but stared at Chen Qiu. He seemed to be thinking that one day in the future, he would be able to catch up with Chen Qiu.

And Hei Yuxue's face turned red.

Although she also likes classical music, when she heard that Nakamura Shira actually invited her to live together, she couldn't suppress her emotions and started to have wild thoughts.

While she was daydreaming, the young man on the stage had already woken up.

Not youth in the literal sense, but youth in music.

In Mahler's First Symphony, Mahler divided his work into two parts.

Youth, a human comedy.

The dream decorated by the stars has dissipated.

The young man was awakened by the crowing of a clarinet.

He woke up from his sleep and came to the world that belonged to him.

The morning sun emerges from beneath the ground.

Birdsong flows through the misty forest.

This is the melody of new life.

This is a light dance in the early morning.

With just a few changes in melody, the atmosphere on the stage suddenly became pleasant and relaxed under Chen Qiu's control.

All the instruments are singing.

Cheers to the arrival of a new day.

The mood of the music turns and changes without a trace, showing all the beauty in the music to everyone.

Zhao Yi, who was sitting off the stage, had a relatively calm expression on his face. After all, he could do all the things mentioned above, although it took a little longer to rehearse.

As long as he is given enough time to rehearse, his musicians have the strength of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, or even surpass that of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, and can give similar expressions without any problem.

But it’s different now!

This musical emotional transformation is like an antelope hanging its horns, with no trace to be found.

Before you even realize it, your emotions are transformed and controlled by the music.

You call this commanding?

This is fucking magic!
No, magic!

No matter how hard Zhao Yi tried, he couldn't figure out how Chen Qiu was able to transform the emotions of the music so naturally.

I don’t understand, but I admire it.

This is the art of conducting.

This is command!

Zhao Yi looked at Chen Qiu and couldn't help but think so.

It was clear that a few years ago, Chen Qiu was just an ordinary genius in his talent pool, and he was ready to see if he had the opportunity to take over his own Haicheng Symphony Orchestra.

but now.

He has become a top conductor.

Someone who is no less talented than me...

Well, it even seems to be better than my own command.

Zhao Yi thought about it and swallowed back the idea that he was not inferior.

He didn't understand the command just now at all.

He was really embarrassed to say that Chen Qiu was not inferior to himself.

The accumulation of musical details in his ears was even more terrifying than any detail-obsessed person he had ever seen.

Zhao Yi listened to Chen Qiu's explanation, and he now had only one idea.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new generation replaces the old.

He reached out and pinched his eyebrows, his eyes involuntarily looked at Wang Hai beside him, and he was stunned.

He looked at Wang Hai, who seemed to know Chen Qiu very well and had a calm and admiring look, and almost didn't react.

No, did you understand?
You actually understood Chen Qiu’s interpretation just now?
It's not that Zhao Yi looked down on Wang Hai, but in Zhao Yi's mind, Wang Hai was just an ordinary commander, the kind who earned some hard-earned money. He really didn't think that Wang Hai had heard anything.

Wang Hai seemed to feel Zhao Yi's gaze, reached out and touched his chin, raised his eyebrows slightly at Zhao Yi beside him, and said with a smile.

"Eh? Did you hear that? Chen Qiu's interpretation is quite interesting. The handling of the details is just like that of a master."

Sure enough, all my expectations of Wang Hai were unnecessary.

This person only heard Chen Qiu's excellent attention to details, but didn't notice the smooth and seamless transition of emotions that Chen Qiu had just undergone.

It feels smoother than the hip-shaking performance that Zhang Yuanying sees her daughter often.

Thinking of Zhang Yuanying, Zhao Yi covered his mouth lightly and coughed to hide his emotions.

He was too lazy to pay attention to Wang Hai beside him and continued to listen to Chen Qiu's performance.

He feels...

Maybe I can learn something from Chen Qiu's performance?
(End of this chapter)