The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 403 Harmony Symphony, Awesome

The existence of the funeral made the young man think a lot.

He began to rethink the meaning of life and his future.

Just like a harmonious symphony orchestra.

They saw the disappearance of the Haicheng Broadcasting Symphony Orchestra, and they noticed that in addition to theirs, countless orchestras were formed and disbanded every day across the country and even around the world.

Maybe just a second ago, everyone was happily playing in a band.

And then the next second, someone will come in and say, I've never felt happy being in a band.

I'm here to end this band!

Then he turned around and joined the Ending Band to form a new bond.

The Harmony Symphony Orchestra doesn't really care about the disbanding of those small orchestras.

For them, the breakup of those small bands was normal.

A band that is formed solely out of interest and without a strong enough leader will find it difficult to gain enough sense of accomplishment.

In this case, being able to hold out for a few months is already considered good.

If it lasts for a few years, it would be terrifying.

But these are more for smaller bands in other places.

For the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, they are completely different.

They have Chen Qiu.

They have their own direction to move forward.

They have their own plans.

Therefore, there will not be any confusion in their hearts.

Some of them left the Harmony Symphony Orchestra not because they lost their direction or felt no joy in the orchestra.

They left the Harmony Symphony Orchestra simply because they felt they had found a path that suited them better.

Go to other orchestras to earn tens of thousands of dollars a month, and also teach students.

Therefore, what the funeral harmony orchestra of this place gives out is not just sadness, and not just the temples worn by youth.

But...

firm.

In the midst of grief, the young man became more determined.

They determined their future journey.

They have clarified their future direction.

They are moving towards a higher and stronger future.

Therefore, in the sadness of the funeral, the slight turn of the baton in Chen Qiu's hand immediately made those in the orchestra's wind instrument section, such as Xiao Hao, Chang Gao and others, feel isolated.

Isolate the sadness of the music.

They are just bystanders, although they are sad, they still have to be strong.

In such an emotional state, the band's performance became extremely tough.

They announced their arrival to everyone.

They will not back down at all because of the death of other bands.

They just keep moving forward.

Never stop.

The mood in the music became somber.

They watched the sadness fade away.

They simply let the sadness wash over them without leaving any particular traces.

Until the last note falls.

The timpani in Ai's hand sent away the sadness.

Once again, only the purest silence remained in the music.

Let everyone take a break from this sadness.

then……

Chen Qiu swung the baton in his hand violently, and then pulled it wildly.

boom!
The sound of cymbals rang out in the distance.

Like a thunderstorm, it came down from the sky and completely tore the silence apart.

There was no pause, no chance for anyone to breathe.

The orchestra awakens at this moment.

Crush all the sorrow and gain only the purest power.

Movement 44!

storm!
At this moment, the dark clouds have already covered the city, hanging over everyone's heads.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction.

The mist-like rain clouds fell from the sky.

Brings a biting chill.

The blood in their hearts was boiling.

Tear away all those negative emotions completely.

Everyone in the band was releasing their power crazily.

They let the instruments in their hands follow Chen Qiu's steps and pushed forward.

The baton in Chen Qiu's hand thrust forward like a steel sword, and then pulled up violently.

The sound of the orchestra also joined Chen Qiu in the next second.

Break through all obstacles.

Everyone present was stunned and stood there in a daze as they listened to Mahler's First Symphony.

Is this the fourth movement of Mahler's First Symphony?

They don't know what they should say.

They just felt that the emotions conveyed by the music were so powerful that they were frightening.

Every performance of the orchestra seemed to touch their hearts and make them tremble.

The entire band is like a crazy and out-of-control car, speeding on the track, and every extreme rescue makes people's emotions rise again.

Everything that was not going well in the third movement was completely destroyed at this moment.

In the music, only the purest momentum remains.

A desire to push the entire band to the top.

This is Chen Qiu’s goal, and it is also their goal.

This is also the expectation they strive for all their lives.

That power was like paint poured into a deep pool.

Completely change the color of the lake water.

then……

Crash and release!
Qin Xian, Zhao Xi and others pulled the strings in their hands, letting the emotions of the music rise wave after wave and move towards the audience.

They pressed the strings with all their strength, and every time they pulled them, the strings even developed obvious waves.

The thunderous roar poured down on everyone like a heavy rain.

The sound of the trumpets in the sky is like God's decree.

Every sound of percussion in the distance is like the vibration of thunder.

The entire concert hall was completely engulfed in heavy rain at this moment.

The sound and emotions of the music washed over everyone's body.

The bodies of everyone present couldn't help but tense up.

They stared intently at the harmonious symphony on the stage, not daring to relax even for a moment.

Such music?

Such music!

The passion hidden in the music ignites a boiling fire in their hearts and protects their everlasting blood.

The thunderstorms washing around represent the sadness mixed in with the society.

All that sorrow could not extinguish the passion in the young man’s heart.

They stood under the heavy rain, looking at the line between heaven and earth in the distance. The raging fire in their hearts would only burn more and more fiercely, and would eventually be unstoppable.

Just like a harmonious symphony orchestra, setting the whole world on fire.

boom!
Struggle! Resist! Fight! Confront!
For the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, this is not a battle between the Harmony Symphony Orchestra and the Haicheng Symphony Orchestra.

This is their battle with themselves.

It's their battle against the world.

Wild and excited emotions boil in the music.

The melody of the first theme appears repeatedly in the music.

This is the past of youth.

It is also his ambition for the future.

He never gave up this ambition.

His ambitions collide with social reality.

Everyone and everything was holding the Harmony Orchestra back from moving forward.

However, they never stopped.

boom!
Another cymbal crash.

Another big drum sound.

There was another roar in the thunderstorm.

At this moment, the thunderstorm is no longer a thin long line.

They have become a pouring waterfall.

The waterfall hit the young man, as if trying to defeat him and the Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

but.

The more violently the rain fell, the hotter the fire burning in the hearts of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

hum!
The strings sounded.

The young man roared.

He roared at the rain.

He roared at the sky.

He roared at nature.

He was also roaring at himself.

He used all his strength to roar out his ambitions.

Even so, his behavior is like Don Quixote heading towards the windmill for reunion.

But he was just proving it to himself.

He will not be defeated.

At the very least, he wouldn't be defeated in such a situation.

Just like a harmonious symphony orchestra.

No matter what happens outside.

The Harmony Symphony Orchestra will never be defeated by anything in the outside world, because they have a fire in their hearts.

A huge, burning fire.

A fire big enough to burn everything.

The rain could not extinguish the fire in their hearts.

It will only fuel their anger!
This is the madness of the band.

The hot light above their heads fell from the sky and landed on the heads of Chen Qiu and others.

Looking closely, the nearly one-hour performance had made everyone present sweat profusely.

However, none of them relaxed at all.

Their eyes were completely fixed on Chen Qiu.

Only occasionally would I look at the music score.

They are already a professional symphony orchestra.

They will no longer glance at the music score whenever they have time, as they did in their student days.

The sheet music is only used as an aid to help them confirm the progress.

The score is never the direction they play.

Only the conductor is the direction of their performance.

Everyone was very excited.

The entire orchestra was engaged in the most frantic performance.

They are performers.

They are also young people.

What they play is exactly their own harmonious symphony orchestra.

So they don't stop because of fatigue.

They just push forward.

Xiao Hao was almost going crazy with the trumpet he was talking about.

Chang Gao in the distance did the same as he pulled the handle of his trombone.

There are also Huang Xin, Rui Jia, and Qin Xian.

Everyone is working hard on their own thing.

They completely blended their music together and blasted it towards the audience below the stage.

An especially resolute aura emerges from the music.

That is the indomitable spirit of youth.

He refused to admit defeat.

He will not be smoothed over by society.

They are young enough.

They also have plenty of time.

They believe in themselves.

They can change the world!
All the sounds of the orchestra roared at this moment.

Their voices condensed into fists and they punched hard at the dark clouds above their heads.

The punch was earth-shattering.

This is resistance.

This is the theme of the fourth movement.

This is also the meaning of the storm.

He integrated everything that had come before.

Then hit it far away.

To fight against everything.

The music in their hands is just like them.

While being full of youthful vitality, it also possesses shocking strength.

Everyone present had nothing to say.

Zhao Yi and Wang Hai looked at each other and nodded silently.

The strength of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra exceeded their imagination.

This is a top-notch symphony orchestra.

Their future is immeasurable.

No.

Maybe the future isn’t quite the right word.

Because for the current Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

They are already standing on the future.

Listening to the music that was almost coming to an end, Wang Hai sighed, looked at Zhao Yi, and raised his eyebrows at him.

"I feel like Harmony Symphony has a chance to be number one in Haicheng."

"Well, there is a chance."

Zhao Yi nodded silently.

He couldn't understand how a group of students could achieve such high grades in such a short time.

Just because of Chen Qiu?
Or is it because of Qin Xian who looks a little depressed?
Or something else?
He doesn't understand.

Even after listening to it several times, he still couldn't understand how the Harmony Orchestra managed to do it.

But it's okay.

He doesn't need to understand.

He just had to accept it.

He closed his eyes and stopped watching the symphony.

He was in a calm mood.

Perhaps, Haicheng Symphony also needs to make some changes.

They need to charge forward.

They can't just stay like this.

after all……

There is a tiger chasing behind me.

Zhao Yi opened his eyes and looked at Chen Qiu again, his gaze became calm.

If I'm not mistaken, the members of his band are in trouble.

They have been sitting at the top of the Haicheng for long enough, it's time to move.

At the very least, try to be the best in the country.

Zhao Yi suddenly thought of Yu Tu and the corners of his mouth curled up.

I really wonder if Yu Tu would feel uneasy when seeing Chen Qiu like this?
after all.

Yu Tu's average score was only 9.6.

The music has reached its final climax.

Everyone in the orchestra was playing frantically, trying to complete the music thoroughly.

Wu Ming, who had always been looked down upon, stood up at this time and gave the orchestra some new strength.

The viola in his hand connects the entire music.

The color of memories has faded.

Dark clouds cannot cover the heart of young people.

The fire in everyone's heart was burning fiercely.

The Haicheng Symphony Hall was completely burned to ashes.

He pumped his fist toward the sky.

A gap was created in the dark clouds.

Light blooms from it.

In the distance, the trumpet sounds symbolizing heaven rang out again.

This is the mercy of God.

Victory has arrived.

The air vibrates with the power of the instrument.

The magnificent sound resounds throughout the Haicheng Symphony Hall.

at last.

The principal horn player in the distance stood up with the other horns in the orchestra.

They tightened their abdomens and stored all their breath in their chests.

then……

Spit out forcefully.

With the strongest force, they blew the French trumpets in their hands.

The breath collided wildly in the spiral pipe of the French horn and poured out.

This is God’s gospel!
There is no sadness.

There is no pain at all.

There was no obstruction.

All the evil spirits are burned up by the light of God.

This is a hymn to youth sung by the Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

This is also a hymn to humanity.

The power grows and the music becomes more majestic.

Amidst this brilliant music, Chen Qiu pulled and retracted the baton in his hand.

The music ends completely with an extremely neat ending.

At this moment, the concert hall was completely silent.

No one spoke.

They all just stared at Chen Qiu and breathed heavily.

They don't know how to express their inner emotions.

All languages ​​seem to become insignificant.

They just looked at Chen Qiu until Chen Qiu turned around, faced the audience, and bowed slightly.

The people under the stage then stood up as if they had just woken up from a dream.

They clapped, they roared, they released all the emotions in their hearts to the harmonious symphony orchestra.

This time, many people are no longer simply shouting standard compliments like "Bravo".

Such compliments can no longer express their inner thoughts.

For harmonious symphony, they only want to say two words.

In the distance, Nakamura Shiro stood up with force and yelled at Chen Qiu in broken Chinese.

“Awesome!!!”

(End of this chapter)