Chapter 81 Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat (seeking first order~)
Time flickers.
Then came the afternoon of the second 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 is "good friend" Tian Jingsongyi.
At this time, Tawai Songichi had two big dark circles under his eyes.
Unlike Li Jinglin's sweet sleep, Tian Jingsong was tossing and turning unable to sleep, his mind was full of cauliflower and cherry blossoms, and Li Jinglin's smiling dog face was blooming by himself.
I can't sleep at night, and I can't continue to sleep during the day.
Had to endure.
"Song Yisang, you haven't had a good rest."
Li Jinglin asked with concern.
Hearing this voice, Tian Jingsong felt his anger start to bleed out again.
At the corner of the mouth, after a night, the newly formed pimples began to ache.
"Thank you Li Jun for your concern."
Tian Jing Songyi bowed slightly.
At this time, all kinds of 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 passed 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 performers by Jay.
Seeing that tonight's guest of honor was Li Jinglin, the backstage almost exploded.
The musicians stared wide-eyed.
Excited, surprised, almost unbelievable.
With a bang, the backstage became lively.
"My God, as expected of Tian Jingsongyi, he was able to 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 Matsuichi Tiani could clearly hear them.
"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."
"Then look, his master is Suzuki!"
"Li Jinglin is playing, so today is a blessing for the ears."
Bursts of surprise and whispers echoed in the background.
Full of praise.
And these compliments also echoed in Tianjing Songyi's ears.
different people.
different state of mind.
People praised and praised Li Jinglin.
Listening to Tian Jingsong's ear.
That is sarcasm of the worst kind.
It was like one knife after another, and the knife pierced the gall.
Tian Jing Songyi hid his hands in his sleeves and squeezed 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 amazing because I can find Li Jinglin? !
But this is actually true!
For a proud violinist.
What an insult this is!
"Everyone, get ready for the show."
There were at least 10 minutes before the performance, and Matsuichi Tiani couldn't stand it anymore.
Gritting his teeth, he began to prepare for the opening.
The musicians were finally diverted from discussing about Li Jinglin.
Get ready to go on stage.
See the musicians start to take the stage.
Tian Jingsong's chest heaved violently twice, he turned his head and locked himself in the fitting room.
He clenched his fist and pressed it against the mirror.
Panting heavily, I only felt dizzy in my brain.
Enduring Li Jinglin's existence really took a lot of energy out of him.
"Why should I promise him?"
Tian Jingsong was unwilling to admit that he hoped to use Li Jinglin's appeal to increase his own influence.
But there is no way to deny it.
Li Jinglin, for Tai Matsuichi.
That is the golden mountain before us.
It's just that this golden mountain is soaked in a pile of shit.
Money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat.
"Song Yisang~ Song Yisang~ It's time to go to the show."
There was a call from outside.
The mood that had just calmed down exploded again in an instant, he clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes were a little red, and he gasped twice like a wild animal.
Li Jinglin! !
You are 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."
Tian Jingsong lowered his head, his eyes were red.
Panting heavily, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words in 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 Tian Jingsongyi firmly, he sneered.
"Only you and your liver know best whether you are angry or not."
Immediately, he turned and left.
At this moment, Taai Songyi's anger almost burned his liver.
Can you not be angry about this? !
But Taijing Songyi didn't notice that the corners of Li Jinglin's mouth were slightly raised.
Happy, really happy.
Li Jinglin himself didn't expect that his lethality would be so great that Tian Jingsong was already in a hurry and couldn't see the key problem.
I repeatedly pissed him off, in fact, to try to divert my attention.
But never expected.
It was so easy to divert his attention, and he really thought that he was trying to anger him.
But actually?
If you don't bring some "private goods", then why come here?
Isn't he proud of his grandfather, right wing?
Then.
Put history on the table, put what they did on the table.
Add a little "accidental" help.
When it is unavoidable, I don't know, will I still be stubborn?
With his own help.
Once the content of the song is discussed, any sentence Tian Jingsongyi said may be magnified and interpreted.
You must also express your opinion on 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 have to be stubborn and admit it?
Then how can you be worthy of your glorious ancestors? !
soon.
The show has begun.
It is indeed as Tai Matsuichi said.
It is obviously not enough if you just want to influence his performance status by relying on "irritating people".
Even if Tian Jingsong is shameless again and again, he is still an excellent violinist, and he can completely immerse himself in the emotion of explaining the music very quickly.
The works performed are mainly representatives of the late Romanticism.
The connotation of expression is very profound, and the skills are also pleasing to the eye.
It received very enthusiastic cheers and applause from the audience.
"Dear friends."
When your performance is over.
Tian Jingsongyi bit his bullet and said something against his will.
"Today, my old classmate, my best friend, the youngest Pasay champion, the famous violinist, Li Jinglin from China, also came to the scene."
"Wow!!"
The venue instantly boiled.
"Li Jinglin?!"
"I haven't heard from him for a long time, what a surprise!" "As expected of Matsuichi Tiani!"
"That's great! The ticket money is spent, it's blood money!"
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 this part of Europe.
The audience immediately boiled up.
but.
Listening to the overflowing surprise of the audience, Tian Jingsong felt his heart was bleeding.
This is my place.
My place!
"Come, let us welcome the young violinist, Mr. Li Jinglin!"
Tian Jingsong took two deep breaths, and slowly bit the congested gums.
Watching Li Jinglin come on stage.
Tian Jingsongyi, meters five + height increasing shoes.
But what about Li Jinglin?
Li Jinglin, who is meters three, 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.
Tian Jingsong subconsciously looked up.
Suddenly, his face turned black.
"Venice audience friends, hello!"
Li Jinglin bowed slightly, the audience cheered even more, and couldn't stop their praise.
Holding the Guarneri Cannon, the famous violin that Paganini once used, which was worth more than [-] million after crushing a group of performers including Matsuichi Tiani.
Coupled with this sharp contrast in height difference.
For Taai Matsuichi, this was a triple kill.
If not on stage.
Tian Jingsong felt that he might even go completely crazy.
"As for me, Matsuichi Wadai is a very good friend, and even an old classmate who used to be a classmate. We often discuss works and violin performance together."
Li Jinglin is very polite and elegant.
He opened his eyes and said something 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 it.
Li Jinglin stretched out his hand and put it on Tian Jingsongyi's shoulder, looking very intimate.
And also looked at Tian Jingsong.
It seems to be saying, "I'm here to assist, so hurry up and praise me!" 】
"Yes, I like it very much, I also appreciate it very much, and I am moved by the emotions in it."
Li Jinglin's hand on his shoulder made Tian Jingsong furious.
It's almost like teasing a child.
Why don't you just say that I'm extremely short? !
But still holding on to a smile,
Praise was given.
After all, I used Li Jinglin to expand my influence, and outside, I pretended to have a good relationship.
Hear this.
Li Jinglin smiled undisguisedly, looking very relieved.
This makes the audience feel even more.
The personal relationship between the two is really great.
"Okay, the next piece I will play for everyone is..."Homesickness"."
Li Jinglin bowed slightly.
Even if you come to a foreign country, even if it's a mess.
Cultural output should not be forgotten either!
Amid short applause, the performance is about to begin.
Tian Jingsongyi left the stage as if fleeing for his life.
It can be seen that he is really on top.
Li Jinglin took a long breath.
Don't think about Tiani Matsuichi any more.
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 sounded softly.
There was a slight tremor in the vibrato, but there was a kind of disheartened calmness.
Such as blood and 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 sigh 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, 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.
Among the notes, the grayish whiteness of grief is greater than death.
It immediately touched the heartstrings of the audience.
although.
Don't know what this is about.
But in this beautiful melody, the gray and dead energy hidden in it is extremely touching the emotions of 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 dead land, and their hearts died.
The land that was originally filled with plump ears of rice was destroyed by the war.
The poor people who wandered to the customs could not let go of the beautiful hometown in their hearts, and what they had nowhere to place was their grief for the fallen hometown.
The music suddenly became slightly joyful.
It seems like a beautiful home in memory.
The world seems to have become colorful again.
The darkness and desolation of death are hidden in the depths of the music.
Fill in the memory, the joy in the hometown, and the joy of the family with a trace of haze.
Suddenly.
The music lost its color again.
What catches the eyes is still a gray and white dead world.
It may be the homeland destroyed by the war, or it may be the heart that has gradually died.
Extremely sad, as if I had a big mouth but couldn't cry a single word.
With a shallow, long hoarse cry, it was like squeezing out a little syllable from the throat.
short piece of music.
Slowly ended.
It seems that this is just homesickness.
Not a note of accusation, not a note of anger.
And there is no motivation to describe the small days.
But in this dead silence and desolation, there are traces of small days everywhere.
This piece of music touched the hearts of many compatriots who were fighting for the anti-Japanese cause.
Facts are the biggest indictment.
Silence is the sharpest cry.
Bow slightly.
It took a long time for the audience to get out of this emotion.
They all applauded.
"This kind of desolation is not just as simple as a wanderer. What exactly did you experience?"
"Homesickness. He seems to be missing his hometown that was destroyed."
"Sure enough, he is the strongest violinist, this is simply a magician of emotions"
"It seems to have a wandering loneliness."
The audience couldn't help discussing.
Li Jinglin smiled slightly.
He calmly walked off the stage.
This song, the attack power is not enough.
It can only be said to be a borderline.
Squeeze the edges hard.
The connotation is too deep, maybe it is difficult to be discovered?
No, no, no, Li Jinglin will make it problematic when the reporter interviews after this.
At the support concert of my childhood friends.
Playing about the small days of invaders against the backdrop of tragic scenes?
There will be topics anyway.
As for whether Li Jinglin will be criticized?
Tai Matsuichi said "I like it very much and I am very touched", right?
Naturally, I couldn't find it on my head.
off stage.
Smiling and looking at Tian Jingsong.
Then put away the violin and came to the lounge, as if it was really just an assistant.
Everything is under control!
Ma Sicong's "Homesickness", performed by Ning Feng. .
(End of this chapter)
