Time flies.
Then came the afternoon of the next day.
After a night of sweet dreams, practice during the day, and a lunch break at noon.
Li Jinglin is full of energy and in excellent condition.
Come to the La Fenice Opera House in Venice.
Oncoming was "good friend" Taai Songichi.
At this time, Tawai Songichi had two big dark circles under his eyes.
Unlike Li Jinglin, who had a sweet sleep, Tian Jingsong couldn't sleep because he was tossing and turning. His mind was filled with flowers, cherry blossoms, and Li Jinglin's smiling dog face, which had been opened by himself.
I couldn't sleep at night, and I couldn't sleep during the day.
I had to endure it.
"Song Yisang, you haven't had a good rest."
Li Jinglin asked with concern.
Hearing this voice, Tian Jingsong felt that his anger began to bubble out again.
At the corners of my mouth, fresh pimples that had just appeared overnight began to ache.
"Thank you Li Jun for your concern."
Taijing Songyi bowed slightly.
At this time, various camera lenses are arranged around here.
The reporter invited to interview him is not far from here.
Even if Taijing Matsuichi couldn't bear it, he still had to endure it even if he didn't want to.
Time passes slowly.
By six o'clock, all the performers were ready.
Backstage, the orchestra musicians have yet to appear.
Li Jinglin finally appeared backstage.
Introduced to the musicians at the show via Jay.
When I saw that tonight's supporting guest was Li Jinglin, the backstage almost exploded.
The musicians stared at each other.
Excited, surprised, almost unbelievable.
Suddenly, the backstage became lively.
"My God, it's Takai Shoichi who can actually invite Li Jinglin!"
"Are you a classmate with Li Jinglin? I'm really envious."
The musicians whispered.
In private, the more he talked, the more excited he became, and the louder he talked.
The words of praise were so loud that even Matsui Takai could hear them clearly.
"Tai Matsuichi's future is really smooth."
"Yes, to have such a deep relationship with a performer like Li Jinglin, I can only say that he is worthy of Matsui Takai."
"Look, my master is Suzuki!"
"Li Jinglin plays, so it's a blessing for your ears today."
Waves of surprise and low shouts echoed in the background.
Full of praise.
And these compliments also echoed in Tianjing Songyi's ears.
different people.
Different states of mind.
People praised and praised Li Jinglin.
Listen to the ears of Taai Matsuichi.
That is the most vicious mockery.
It was like one knife after another, piercing the gall.
Taijing Songyi hid his hands in his sleeves and squeezed them tightly.
There should be a smile on the face.
Afraid of being discovered by others about his true state of mind.
I, the proud seppuku-do samurai, Shoichi Taai.
You actually have to rely on low-class people to support me?
They actually think that I am lucky to know Li Jinglin, and that I am great because I can find Li Jinglin? !
But this is actually reality!
For a proud violinist.
What an insult!
"Everyone, get ready for the show."
There were at least thirty minutes left before the performance, and Taai Songyi couldn't stand it anymore.
Gritting his teeth, he began to prepare for the opening ceremony.
The musicians were finally diverted from discussing Li Jinglin's affairs.
Start preparing to appear.
The musicians began to take the stage.
Tawai Songyi's chest rose and fell violently twice, and he turned his head and locked himself in the fitting room.
Clench your fists and press them against the mirror.
Breathing heavily, I felt my brain was dizzy.
Tolerating Li Jinglin's presence really cost a lot of his energy.
"Why should I promise him."
Taijing Songyi was unwilling to admit that he hoped to use Li Jinglin's appeal to increase his influence.
But he couldn't deny it.
Li Jinglin, for Taijing Songyi.
That is the golden mountain in front of you.
It's just that this golden mountain is soaked in a pile of shit.
Money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.
"Song Yi-san~ Song Yi-san~ It's time to go perform."
There was a call outside.
The mood that had just calmed down exploded in an instant. He gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were a little red, and he gasped like a beast.
Li Jinglin! !
You're done!
Li Jinglin knocked on the door of the room again.
Then I saw Taai Songichi walking out of the locker room with a dark face.
"Li Jinglin, I don't know what your purpose is."
Tianjing Songyi lowered his head, his eyes red.
Panting heavily, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words into Li Jinglin's ear.
"But if you just want to make me angry, then you think it's too simple!"
Li Jinglin's expression suddenly darkened.
It was as if a little secret had been discovered.
Staring at Songichi Tianai, he sneered.
"Only you and your liver know best whether you are angry or not."
Immediately, he turned around and left.
At this moment, Taai Songyi's anger almost burned his liver.
Can you not be angry about this? !
But Matsui Takai didn't notice the slight curling of the corners of Li Jinglin's mouth.
Happy, really happy.
Li Jinglin himself didn't expect that his lethality would be so great. As a result, Taijing Songyi was so anxious that he couldn't see the key issues.
I was angry with him repeatedly just to try to divert my attention.
But I never expected it.
To divert his attention so easily, he actually thought that he wanted to make him angry.
But actually?
If you don't bring some "private goods", then why are you here?
Isn't he proud of his grandfather? Isn't he right-wing?
So.
Put history on the table and what they did.
Add a little "accidental" help.
When there is no way to avoid it, I don’t know if I will still be arrogant?
With his own encouragement.
Once the content of the song is discussed, then anything Taai Matsuichi says may be magnified and interpreted.
You must also take a stand for this.
[So, as a musician in your childhood, how do you view the war?]
If you continue to be tough and show your Junguo thoughts, then you really don’t want to be in the international art world.
But what if you don't say something harsh and admit it?
Then how can you be worthy of your glorious ancestors? !
soon.
The show begins.
It's exactly what Taai Matsuichi said.
If you just want to influence his performance status by "annoying people", it is obviously not enough.
Even if Taizatsu is shameless again and again, he is still an excellent violinist who can quickly immerse himself in the emotions of his music.
The works performed were mainly representatives of late Romanticism.
The connotation of expression is very profound and the technique is pleasing to the eye.
It received very enthusiastic cheers and applause from the audience.
"Dear friends."
When your performance is over.
Tianjing Songyi gritted his teeth and said something against his will.
"Today, my old classmate, my best friend, the youngest Pasay champion, the famous violinist Li Jinglin from China, is also here."
"Wow!!"
The venue immediately became excited.
"Li Jinglin?!"
“I haven’t heard from him for a long time, so this is such a surprise!”
"As expected of Taai Shoichi!"
"Great! The money spent on the ticket is a real bargain!"
The audience from Venice suddenly cheered.
Li Jinglin is really famous in the classical music circle, especially in the field of violin performance.
Especially in Europe.
The audience immediately became excited.
But.
Listening to the overflowing surprise from the audience, Taijing Matsuichi felt his heart bleed.
This is my place.
My place!
"Come, let us welcome the young violinist, Mr. Li Jinglin!"
Taijing took two deep breaths and slowly bit down on his bloodshot gums.
Watching Li Jinglin come on stage.
Matsui Takai, 1.65 meters + height increasing shoes.
But what about Li Jinglin?
Li Jinglin, who is 1.83 meters tall, also wore height-increasing shoes today.
With a height difference of nearly twenty centimeters, Li Jinglin looked like a little giant standing in front of Tian Jing Songyi.
Tianjing looked up unconsciously.
Suddenly, his face turned dark.
"Hello, Venice audiences!"
Li Jinglin bowed slightly, and the audience cheered even louder and couldn't stop praising him.
In his hand, he crushed a group of musicians including Takai Matsuichi and obtained the famous violin, the Guarneri Cannon, which was worth more than 200 million and was used by Paganini.
Coupled with this sharp contrast in height difference.
For Taai Matsuichi, this was a triple kill.
If not on stage.
Takai Songichi felt that he might even go completely crazy.
"As for me, I am a very good friend with Matai Shoichi, and we were even old classmates. We often discuss works and violin performances together."
Li Jinglin is very polite and elegant.
He opened his eyes and spoke of criticisms that he didn't even believe.
"The next work is a Chinese folk song that Tawai Songichi likes very much, appreciates very much, and recognizes very much."
Speaking of which.
Li Jinglin stretched out his hand and put it on Tianjing Songyi's shoulder, looking very intimate.
And he also looked at Taai Songyi.
It seems to be saying, "I'm here to assist, so hurry up and praise me!" 】
"Yes, I like it very much and appreciate it very much, and I am even more moved by the emotions in it."
Li Jinglin's hand on his shoulder made Tian Jing Songyi feel angry.
This is almost like teasing a child.
Why don't you just tell me that I'm extremely short? !
But still holding on to a smile,
Praise was given.
After all, I use Li Jinglin to expand my influence, and I pretend to have a good relationship outside.
Hear this.
Li Jinglin smiled unabashedly and looked very comfortable.
This made the audience feel even more.
The personal relationship between these two people is really great.
"Okay, the next piece to play for everyone is "Homesickness Song"."
Li Jinglin bowed slightly.
Even if you come abroad, even if you make a mess.
Cultural export cannot be forgotten either!
After a brief round of applause, the performance was about to begin.
Taai Songyi ran off the stage as if running for his life.
It can be seen that he is really on top.
Li Jinglin took a long breath.
I no longer think about Taai Matsuichi.
Close your eyes.
Scene after scene of history flashed through my mind, and I began to get into the mood.
That was 1937.
The sad violin sound rose slightly.
There was a slight tremor in the vibrato, but there was a kind of disheartened calmness.
Like blood, tears and silent accusations.
What stands out above the notes is just the displacement caused by the war.
There is no strong resentment or high murderous intention.
No sighs at midnight.
This piece of music originated from Suiyuan folk songs was played.
In endless sadness.
The world seemed to have turned gray.
In 1937, the Japanese invaders invaded Northeast Mongolia and North China.
The poor people outside the pass sang "My home is on the Songhua River" and now they are living in exile inside the pass.
The sadness among the notes is nothing greater than the gray-white color of heart-death.
It immediately struck a chord with the audience.
Although.
Don't know what this is about.
But the gray life hidden in this beautiful melody is extremely emotional for the audience.
As if after violent artillery fire.
Black smoke slowly rose, and the corpses were piled up in silence.
The survivors walked on the land filled with death, and their hearts died with them.
The land that was once full of rice ears was destroyed by the war.
The poor people who have wandered into the customs cannot let go of their beautiful hometown, and they have nowhere to express their grief for their fallen hometown.
The music suddenly became slightly joyful.
It's like a beautiful home in my memory.
The world seems to have turned into color again.
The darkness and sadness of death are hidden deep in the music.
Filling the memory with a hint of haze, the joy in my hometown and the happy scene with my family.
Suddenly.
The music lost its color once again.
What came into view was still a gray-white dead world.
Maybe it's the home that was destroyed by the war, or maybe it's the heart that is gradually dying.
Extremely sad, as if I had a big mouth but couldn't cry a single word.
Following a shallow, long hoarse cry, it was as if a few syllables were squeezed out of the throat.
An ephemeral piece of music.
It ended slowly.
It seems that this is just homesickness.
Not a single note of accusation, not a single note of anger.
There is no motive describing the small days.
But in this deathly silence and desolation, there are traces of the small days everywhere.
This song touched the hearts of many compatriots who were fighting for the anti-Japanese cause.
Facts are the greatest accusation.
Silence is the sharpest cry.
Bow slightly.
It took the audience a long time to get over this emotion.
Everyone applauded.
"This kind of sadness is not just a wanderer's, what exactly has he experienced?"
"Homesickness song. He seems to be missing his destroyed hometown."
"He is indeed the strongest violinist, he is simply a magician of emotions"
"There is a feeling of wandering loneliness."
The audience couldn't help but start talking.
Li Jinglin smiled slightly.
Walked off the stage calmly.
This song doesn't have enough attack power.
It can only be said to be a borderline.
Brushing the edges hard.
The connotation is too deep, maybe it is difficult to be discovered?
No, no, no, Li Jinglin will ask questions when reporters interview him after this.
At the support concert of my childhood friend.
Playing about the small days of invaders against the backdrop of tragic scenes?
There will always be topics.
As for whether Li Jinglin will be criticized?
Takai Matsuichi said "I like it very much and am very moved", right?
Naturally, I can't find it on my head.
Walk off the stage.
He smiled and looked at Taizong.
Then he put away the violin and went to the lounge, as if he was really just an assistant performer.
Everything is under control!
"Homesickness" by Ma Sicong, performed by Ning Feng. .
(End of chapter)
