After the bad breath was released, the audience's mood was relieved, the applause was no longer domineering, and their expressions became much more relaxed. The atmosphere in the concert hall changed gratifyingly from fierce and tough to cordial and enthusiastic. But the enthusiasm is of course dedicated to the conductor, but not

Let the composer take credit, and the audience's attention quickly shifts to the stage. The Chinese and overseas Chinese also have to synchronize with others as soon as possible in the general trend. Although the efficiency of conveying information to the composer with eye expressions is not high, it is obvious that there is no

Complete the handover, but continuing will definitely expose you.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the audience would really lose patience, Yeromil was no longer too reserved and arrogant. Ten seconds after the composer sat down, the famous conductor came out from behind to take over. His demeanor was much better than that of the composer.

He is really kind and amiable with a smile.

It felt like I had once again won the battle of wits and courage with the artist, and the atmosphere of celebration in the audience became even more obvious.

Jeromil once again greeted the audience who gave him a rare courtesy. It was almost as solemn as the first curtain call, but this time his expression was much brighter, but the great conductor who should be in control of everything would smile happily again.

Inserting some moving or solemn expressions into the ceremony, using a manner similar to that of an entertainment star, shows that he has also upgraded the ceremony regardless of cost.

No one in the concert hall dared not to cooperate with the conductor's performance, and his acting skills were all top-notch.

Yeromil was still loyal. After completing his upgrade, he turned around and walked towards Chief Wilson, extending his right hand cordially and friendly again to pass on and share the upgrade results.

Wilson, who always strives to appear to be on an equal footing with Yeromil, was really unprepared. The conductor's hand was stretched out in front of his eyes, and the chief seemed to be unsure of the other party's intentions. Wilson's last clap before he stopped was particularly vigorous, and then he simply

He had to stand up hastily and bend his arms to put the handle in front of his stomach to catch the conductor's sharing. The conductor was obviously at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

The audience immediately paid high tribute to the conductor's generosity.

The next scene was a bit embarrassing. Yeromil walked to the middle stage again. Wang Yaming, the pipa principal, certainly greeted him with a brighter and honored look than the previous time, but Yeromil's target was the erhu player. He held the hand of the pipa principal.

After that, Eromir came closer and explained something, and the chief erhu also nodded appropriately and responded with a few mouth movements.

The New York audience's applause was once again enthusiastic because of the conductor's respect for women.

Jeromil walked to the stage again, raised his upper body, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth as if he had something to say.

The audience cooperated very well, and all kinds of noise quickly subsided, leaving a few uninteresting cheers echoing in the concert hall.

Jeromil took another breath and finally shouted: "What a wonderful night."

The most restless audience responded with brief applause.

Jeromil continued to sigh: "Wonderful night, thank you Mr. Gott for the surprise for us. You never disappoint those who appreciate you."

Gott paid tribute to someone who showed his appreciation once again.

Jeromil looked at the master composer affectionately and brightly: "Moritz, my old friend, you have always insisted on the best things and times and given them new meanings. Tonight we once again appreciate your outstanding talent, so wonderful

,Thank you."

The audience that liked Moritz was obviously larger or more enthusiastic, and even the Chinese and overseas Chinese were generally enthusiastic. Even though some compatriots were peeking at Yang Jingxing, it did not affect the applause.

Jeromil gave his old friend enough time, and waited until the applause had almost subsided before continuing to say: "Thank you everyone for coming here, the respectable audience of the New York Philharmonic, Mrs. Torres and her family and friends...Thank you for everyone from the orchestra."

One member, thank you to these amazing players from Urami, tonight belongs to everyone here!"

The audience didn't seem to mind the conductor's entertaining speech, and all acted solemnly with deep feelings. However, many Chinese compatriots began to look confused and uneasy, and looked at Yang Jingxing as if they needed an explanation. At the end

Being ignored by the conductor in the summary will bring great loss of face to everyone!

Yeromil was not done yet, and became more passionate and high-pitched: "A lot of things have happened, and these things will allow us to prove and realize the value and meaning of music more and better! I am engaged in a great and long-standing art.

You should remain humble, but on this night that will be remembered, I have the honor to share my complacency, my pride, and my glory with everyone!" The conductor really swelled, and his chest increased so much that his head was so big that his eyes could see

sky.

But birds of a feather flock together, and a shameless bragging is simply a slap in the face to a New Yorker. The concert hall once again burst into applause. Even the Chinese and overseas Chinese did the same thing, and many faces became excited. Face is no longer important. Besides,

Yang Jingxing himself enthusiastically cheered for the conductor, seemingly unaware of his omission.

With another trick, he once again deceived the admiration of his peers, and it seemed that Yeromil was finally satisfied. While he was patrolling the auditorium, he slowly put down the encouragement on his face, and inadvertently cast his eyes on the composer of the second half.

After that, he seemed more ambitious and even indifferent.

It was very likely that something was about to happen. The audience hurriedly focused their attention. The concert hall quickly became quiet in preparation for the opening song. Everyone stared at the stage with breathless attention, and many of them looked at the composer with almost provocative eyes.

After watching his opponent simmer and accumulate for a while, Yeromir stopped speaking loudly in the silence of the audience, and he seemed more steady and confident with a normal volume: "On this special night that will be recorded, for me,

What’s more important is that I have a higher reverence for music, and I will serve this art more reverently and humbly.”

It sounded like a serious topic. Faced with the conductor's pious pause, the audience didn't know how to respond. They hesitated and failed to applaud.

After a pause, Jeromil almost said to himself: "Another good luck in this world."

The conductor showed no enthusiasm at all, as if he didn't want others to hear his words. The audience also accurately grasped the conductor's intention and continued to be quiet.

Yeromil was obviously very satisfied. After a moment of silence, he became happy again and said loudly: "Thank you, thank you! Next, the performers from Puhai will show their professionalism. I am full of expectations."

It was rare that the conductor said so much tonight, and the audience showed enthusiasm again. However, Yeromil seemed to have no nostalgia anymore. He turned around and asked the orchestra to stand up and greet the audience. It seemed that he was about to lead the orchestra to leave.

Are you angry because no one called for an encore before? The audience quickly showed more enthusiasm, and the voices calling for an encore came again enthusiastically.

Yeromil, however, was not merciful at all. Before the orchestra had finished its greeting, he walked towards the edge of the stage, and the fast-moving musicians had already followed.

The orchestra didn't look like they were performing, so there was definitely no hope of an encore, but the audience wasn't particularly disappointed because the sixteen folk musicians on stage paid their respects to the audience and sat down again, indicating that there was still dessert.

However, the applause did not stop immediately, and the audience may have to make up for it. The performance in the auditorium tonight was also rare and exciting, but everyone was a little carried away and the crowd was separated. There was no one in the concert hall to shout cheers.

What a terrible situation. Under normal circumstances, this situation is simply a shame for the conductor and the orchestra. The home audience's apology was also very sincere. The applause continued to be warm, but no one called back.

Of course the sixteen folk musicians on the stage knew which applause was not for them, so they went about their own preparations, turning over the music scores carefully or communicating with each other in a serious manner. They had obviously seen big scenes before.

The applause lasted for a while, but no one from New Zealand came out to express their gratitude. It was quite shameful, so more and more people in the audience locked their eyes on the culprit Yang Jingxing. Of course, he must be blamed, if not for him

If you don't follow the rules, everyone will have done things properly according to the procedures.

There is an old saying in China that things can only come in threes. This time Yang Jingxing was determined. No matter how others hinted or expressed it, no matter whether they were friendly or stern, he could resist it. What's more, this time the opponent's

The momentum was not as good as the previous two times. It can be seen that many Chinese compatriots are relieved and even happy and have not lost face.

After successive attempts from all directions ended in failure, the audience gave up targeting the composer and might as well give their applause to the stage. But no one on the stage paid attention, and the applause gradually died down. Folk musicians

I was also ready to start looking at the auditorium, so that the audience who still knew some etiquette would quiet down faster.

After there were only sporadic applause in the concert hall, the youngest female pipa player on the stage stood up with a smile, left her seat slightly and said loudly: "y..."

The Chinese orchestra hired a professional translator to help receive Eugene and wrote the speech together. The female pipa player, who was less than thirty years old, also worked hard to practice her pronunciation to a passable level, but it still sounded like a party. After saying hello,

, the female performer’s originally tight voice gradually relaxed and became more fluent, and she somewhat boasted that the people she came to New York to meet with you this time were only four of the hundreds of traditional Chinese musical instruments. New York is a beautiful place.

In the city, friendly and kind-hearted people speaking different languages ​​gather here. We really want to express our sincere gratitude to everyone, but I can’t even speak English well, but it doesn’t matter, there is music to speak.

First of all, I would like to introduce to you the Chinese Duximo Qin, which we call "Dulcimer". It has a history of development in China for more than 400 years. What does it want to tell you?

The audience was quite considerate and remained quiet and listened attentively. The reason for the sparse applause may be that most people did not understand the hints on the stage. The chief dulcimer has already entered the state of playing the dulcimer. Years of industry inheritance and professional habits have made the posture very good.

It is enough and gives the audience time to listen carefully.

The dulcimer notes sounded, and the style was determined straight to the point. The New York audience was okay, and they generally felt that they understood it, and they all expressed their opinions. However, there seemed to be not many Indian audience members, or they didn't like to make noise, so it was not very noticeable. A reaction appeared. The rich-looking Indian man sitting in the box put down his usual indifferent smile and, coupled with the slightly exaggerated reaction of his female companion, it should have been touched.

Although the dulcimer solo lasted just over a minute, the composer gave it a full flavor, and it was considered to have a beginning and an end. So when the performance was finished on the stage, the performer put down the dulcimer, and then the host stood up again, and the audience immediately reacted. The applause burst out to save face, and the person in the box nodded as if in agreement. The applause lasted for about ten seconds, which was very generous for a one-minute song. The Chinese compatriots seemed quite satisfied, and their face was saved. live.

The principal dulcimer smiled very happily, and the host smiled even more brightly. It was so bright that he seemed to have forgotten the words. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that he had to compliment Indian music first and then introduce the three-stringed instrument.

The origin of shamisen and Japanese shamisen does not need to be introduced in words. It can be seen with the eyes and heard with the ears. Only when the chief shamisen played the first note sonorously did the Japanese ancestry in the audience become clear at a glance. The reactions were much better than The Chinese were still obvious, although they did not disturb others.

The Sanxian solo was less than a minute long, but it received more intensive applause, probably because there were more East Asian faces and the Chinese people were letting their hands and feet loose again.

Next was the Erhu. The performer used unique skills to express the strong and passionate Latin American style more intensely than playing according to the score. Therefore, the response from the audience was enthusiastic even before the stage was over. Even those who were not young seemed to want to Let go of your hands and feet and dance to a song. The applause reached a new high for a solo. The host began to improvise and add lines. Wen Fujiang had already put down his seriousness as a leader.

The pipa solo was different from the first three pieces. The Arabic style was unhurried and seemed to be steady and winning. Although there were not many direct audiences in the audience, people of all nationalities seemed to like it very much and started to express their enthusiasm. Nodding in praise.

The host became more and more adept at improvising. He praised the enthusiasm of the New York audience unplanned before starting the planned line: "... we will play a song together, thank you."

The audience has learned to applaud.

The host did not sit down. After the applause passed, she accidentally laughed along with her, and then she spoke in Mandarin with a clear and confident tone: "This song is called, Dedicated to Everyone, Thank You Relatives!"

Most people who couldn't understand Mandarin didn't seem to be surprised or mind, but those who heard the native language seemed to be suddenly attacked. Many people were stunned, some were confused, some were surprised, but they didn't see many people. A surprise.

The companions on the stage waited for the host to sit down dignifiedly and picked up the pipa. Everyone made eye contact, and then the chief pipa began the prelude.

After the first phrase of the pipa was played, the confusion in the audience disappeared. Many people seemed to have some impression of the melody and could recall something. They began to eagerly wait for the next melody to help them recall more.

After the principal pipa played the theme solo, another pipa, two dulcimers and two erhus joined in, sonorously confirming and emphasizing the theme.

Many Chinese people were stunned again, and whatever they had just remembered seemed to be blank again.

The composer would never dare to be careless when adapting this piece of music, and the sixteen performers on the stage were also attentive. Even those who had not yet started seemed to be more involved and emotional than when they were performing.

After the theme is highly determined, the music begins like a flashback, with the dulcimer and pipa first eloquently echoing each other, and then the three strings gradually become embellished and decorated, creating ripples and even waves.

After all, when it comes to ensembles, the New York audience is more engaged than when listening to solos, and they feel more about fresh sounds, and their curiosity seems to be more satisfied. But for most Chinese people, there is definitely nothing new.

The feeling of curiosity cannot satisfy the curiosity. As the emotion of the music becomes more and more intense, the compatriots who were watching the strange things and joining in the fun and making noises are now quiet now. The excitement or joy can no longer be seen on their faces.

They no longer looked around and whispered to each other. They seemed to have changed as individuals, becoming so deep, solemn, or sad, whether they were the young and flamboyant Shangpu alumni, the mature and prudent Puyin alumni, or the businessmen from Flushing.

The performers, who were still suffering from jet lag just a few days after they came out on stage, seemed to miss their motherland. Their movements and expressions were full of yearning. Not to mention the stage, even Teacher You looked solemn and focused.

Not everyone in the audience is focused on the music. Audiences of some ethnic groups still have time to notice the amazing changes in the Chinese people around them. This change seems to be more attractive than the music, and they will pay attention to it.

The music moved very quickly, and it seemed that all 16 performers were already playing in full without even realizing it. The erhu was full of vicissitudes, the third string was sonorous and passionate, the pipa was in the wind, the dulcimer was flowing, and the four parts were playing together.

The culmination of singing those melodies that have been recalled.

Many people in the concert hall had tears in their eyes, and they were so upright and did not hide anything.
To be continued...