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However, when Kazusa refused, Ren put the ticket on the piano and said, "Compared to the usual small performances in the second music room, this is a serious performance."

So until the performance time approached, Touma and Sa were still hesitating there.

On the one hand, she didn't like Lian because he broke into the private world that Hesa ​​had built in the second music room.

On the other hand, Lian had just broken in in a way that she couldn't regret.

Overwhelming, masterful musicianship.

He said that every time he used his violin to fight with her piano, it was just a small fight...

She was clearly struggling to fight back.

So Touma and Sa couldn't help but wonder how powerful he was when he was serious.

Or is he just bragging on purpose so that there won't be any empty seats when the time comes?

No matter what, in the end, Touma Kazusa lost to curiosity and found herself at the entrance of the concert hall of the NHK Concert Hall.

The concert hall was packed, and if Hesha didn't have the ticket in her hand, she would have felt that there was no seat for her.

Although he is a young violinist with considerable fame both in China and around the world, his audience is relatively young.

Apart from some middle-aged people, there are some people who look like students in their early twenties or even 17 or 18 years old.

It seemed that such a performance was very rare, and everyone was dressed beautifully.

The atmosphere of May coupled with the smell of perfume, and the yarn wearing casual clothes and denim hot pants with long boots seemed extremely out of place with the whole environment.

"Lady, please take your seat as soon as possible. The show is about to begin." A pleasant voice of a staff member came from behind to remind.

Hesha pursed her lips, walked down the steps of the auditorium holding the ticket, and looked for the number on it.

It was not until they found the special seats at the front that Kazusa realized the size of the tickets the guy distributed.

But what surprised her even more was that those special seats were filled with people who looked very familiar.

Of course, the most familiar ones are Mr. Hanekawa Tsubasa and Kasumigaoka Utaha, who I just met a few days ago.

The latter left too vivid an impression, especially that insane, second-year student remark, which immediately made Kazusa remember him and even feel a little sympathy for him.

Everyone's seats were not grouped together, but were divided by other people who had bought special seats.

Kazusa followed the number and found an empty seat next to the blonde girl.

So she squeezed in a bit impolitely. Fortunately, the other audience members were waiting for the show to start, and they regarded Kazusa's behavior as anxiety about being late, and silently understood her.

"...Touma-senpai..." the blonde girl began.

"You are... Sawamura?" Kazusa was also stunned.

She finally recognized who this radiant girl was. She was wearing a light pink dress and looked even more radiant than usual.

And as expected, Shigong Dianthus was right next to her.

These two people are actually regulars of the Second Music Room - Lian's regulars.

The first time, Kazusa was dissatisfied with Ren's entertaining friends in the second music room, but when the two came again, they brought desserts as gifts.

The same will happen every time thereafter.

Kazusa, who succumbed to the temptation of exquisite desserts, began to turn a blind eye to the visits of these two people. After all, they were just looking for Lian to chat.

"Lian, that guy, really gives tickets to everyone..." Shi Zhu held his forehead with his hand, "I feel like this area is almost reserved by people I know."

"It's a waste if you don't take it, you said so."

"That's what I said... But I didn't expect that guy to give it away like it was free... If you didn't know, you would think he was going to say goodbye to the stage."

"Taking a break until summer vacation, isn't that the same as saying goodbye temporarily?"

"Well... that's true." Shizhu looked at him with a puzzled expression, "And Touma-senpai's outfit... is very unique--"

"Quite unique." Eriri coughed to cover up her embarrassment.

If the ordinary seats are relatively simple, then people in the special seats basically have an evening gown each.

Kasa, who was initially feeling awkward because she didn't fit in, now realized what it felt like to be sitting on pins and needles. She held the armrests on both sides with her hands - Eriri leaned towards Shizhu and whispered to him.

Kasa finally made up her mind to stand up, but was held back by the thunderous applause from the audience.

Amidst the thunderous applause, Shijo Ren...or should we call him Utsunomiya Ren at this moment, appeared on the stage.

As the opening piece, Lian played Bach's Minuet No. 3.

When she heard Bach again... Kazusa almost had a physical nausea...

She was almost sick of practicing Bach's music, so she came here to listen to it again.

Even with a personality like Hesha, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for that famous artist.

Then came the song "Young General" by Hormann, a rather niche piece of music in some sense. Hesha dared to say that 90% of the audience present did not know this violin educator from Germany, let alone the related pieces.

Glancing sideways, Lian's two friends who were sitting next to Kazusa also seemed a little confused.

Then, for some reason, Hesha felt a sense of pride in her heart.

She let go of the awkward feeling and began to appreciate his performance.

If few people who come here can understand him, this guy would be too pitiful.

Having said that, Lian on the stage didn't actually care about these things. He just performed his performance with all his heart, making his performance worthy of every audience member who came here.

Chapter 72: "In Memory of an Angel" (2)

Unlike the piano, although the violin has solo performances, its expressiveness is weaker than that of the piano. Therefore, even if a solo piece is arranged in a concert, there will also be an orchestra or instrumental concerto.

Even so, Lian's performance still achieved seamless cooperation with the orchestra, while unreservedly displaying his own unique playing style and temperament.

There was thunderous applause during the half-time break.

The third piece that follows is the "Manfred Symphony", which is the longest symphony composed by Tchaikovsky.

In addition to showing her personal charm, Lian will also bring symphony music to the audience as the orchestra's first violinist.

But Kazusa was confused as to why he played so slowly.

Although the duration of this symphony may vary due to different performing orchestras, it is basically controlled within about an hour.

Especially the first movement of the song was extremely gloomy, and the rhythm was very slow at the beginning. Coupled with Lian's jumping but steady performance that was not out of control, even Hesa ​​felt a little tired after listening to it.

Eriri, who was sitting on her right, even leaned her head on Shinomiya Shizhu's shoulder and fell asleep.

Most of the other audience members also looked tired.

After enduring the even more breathless third movement, Kazusa slightly changed her sitting position when entering the final movement with rigorous military music.

Then, the conductor and Lian seemed to exchange glances, raising the entire orchestral music to an extremely high level, and then allowing Lian's solo to end abruptly at the highest point.

A beam of light poured down from heaven, a noble hymn accompanied by the organ.

Hesha felt a current running up her spine and goose bumps appeared all over her body.

The drowsy people around were awakened one after another.

I didn't expect that this symphony could be brought to its climax in such a sad and dramatic way.

Even when the song ended as if being sucked into the air, no one clapped for a moment, and not even a cough could be heard.

It was not until someone started clapping as if waking from a dream that others gradually followed suit, and the applause went from sparse to the entire concert hall being engulfed by the applause.

When she came to her senses, Hesa ​​saw that she was also clapping.

According to the time announced in advance by the concert, the whole performance ended here.

However, after Lian walked off the stage, he walked back onto the stage after a short while.

Standing in the center, he opened his arms and gestured, and the audience gradually quieted down.

"Thank you for meeting everyone tonight." Lian said with a smile, "I will feel very lonely when I think that I will have to take a break until August before I can meet everyone on stage again."

Then, there was some good-natured laughter from the audience. Perhaps it was just polite words, but Lian's expression and tone were just right, making everyone willing to believe that he really thought so.

“So as the only encore, please allow me to use this song as a farewell gift tonight.”

Lian saluted gracefully to the conductor and placed the violin on her shoulder again.

This action alone quieted down the concert hall, which was still a little noisy after the performance.

Without any words, Lian picked up the bow, and the recorder and oboe seemed to ask a serious question, and Lian's violin solo responded to their sounds.

The string ensemble in the background slowly spread its wings at this moment.

"This song is..."

Hesha opened her eyes wide.

Violin Concerto by Austrian composer Alban Berg.

This concerto, entitled "In Memory of an Angel", was written for a young girl who died young and became Berg's last work after he fell ill with sepsis.

The violin strings and the orchestra interweave to create a mournful friction sound, and the melody sounds like a low sob.

Kazusa didn't even notice that her vision was starting to blur.

I always feel like there's someone crying coming from above.

The allegro of the second movement describes the pain of the girl's fight against the disease.

As if the intense chromatic phrases were cut from Utsunomiya Ren's slender body, and finally surrounded by the death that purifies everything, they merge into the steady slow movement.

The solo violin hit the highest note, absorbing the sound of the entire orchestra at the same time.

When it all ended and the music faded away silently, there was no longer a trace of life in the venue.

The atmosphere was different from when we played Manfred.

Nevertheless, when the young man standing in the center of the stage put down the bow and violin in his hands and smiled like an angel to the audience, the atmosphere in the audience melted away.

The audience's applause was like an endless avalanche.

Hesha clapped her hands in a daze, but felt something wet dripping onto her palms.

She lowered her head, slowly raised her hands and pressed them on her cheeks.

Those are tears.

Those were the tears shed by Touma and Sa.

In her memory, even on the day when her mother suddenly left her alone to go abroad, she gritted her teeth and did not shed tears.

Yet, at this moment, she was actually crying because of a song played by a guy she didn't have a very good relationship with?

Unbelievable and incomprehensible.

What is this...Does this mean that Touma and Sa have given up?

All the dissatisfaction with him all along, at this moment, finally turned into reluctance? Or was it touching?

Whatever the reason was, she did cry because of Lian's notes.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and some people even stood up.

Everyone was paying attention to the protagonist of the concert, and no one noticed Touma and Sa's embarrassment at this moment.

She secretly wiped away the traces of tears on her face, and then forced herself to clap and applaud like everyone else.

Hesa has completely forgotten the so-called pride and understanding.

Music can transcend the barriers of language and understanding and touch everyone present.

That's all the applause at this moment.

Maybe everyone didn’t know the name of this song, let alone the background of this song, but they still expressed their moved feelings with applause.

That was something Touma and Sa had lost without realizing it.

Long ago, her playing must have had such power, but she gradually forgot it completely in her quarrel with her mother.

Touma Kazusa looked at the palm of her hand and fell into deep thought.

Why on earth do I hate my mother and the piano so much, yet I have never stopped practicing the piano for even a day?

If these hands can still play heart-stirring notes, if these hands can still bring tears to someone's eyes.