Let's talk about music. The barrier is smaller because they are all administrative staff. Although they obviously try to be profound or serious or even cautious, the topic is still relatively superficial. In other words, ask Yang Jingxing what his favorite sonata or concerto is, right?

What kind of comments do you have about a certain recording by a certain performer...

Grace was a sincere music lover and devoutly expressed her love and respect for Bunin's performance of Mozart in front of Yang Jingxing and Yu Xinting.

Yang Jingxing repeatedly praised Grace's taste, showing that he had the same taste. As he spoke, he walked to the piano and sighed: "Every note is perfect..." After saying this, he couldn't help himself and started playing Mozart's

Here comes a little piano song.

Grace really loved it, and she was pleasantly surprised after just listening to the first few notes: "This is K33b, it is..." The sound rapidly decayed from loud to quiet, and then the mouth was half open, and only the breath was left.

It was a simple piece of music that lasted only one minute. Yang Jingxing only played it for twenty seconds before he stopped and asked Grace with a smile: "It's roughly like this?"

"Yes..." Grace nodded and responded softly, then shook her head again: "No...it's too beautiful." It was also because she was deeply poisoned by Mozart, but it was actually not that exaggerated.

The young male clerk raised his hand and asked sharply: "What do you think of Bach...BWV787? Sir, please." He was also smart and chose a piece of about the same length.

Yang Jingxing said: "Ciccolini is a representative, I like..." Then he turned to face the piano, played half of the song at a normal speed, and then explained: "But I like it slower."

The male staff looked at their colleagues, quickly exchanged looks with each other, and then commented to each other: "It's amazing...perfect..." They must have discussed it in advance to give credit to New Zealand's administrative staff and fully demonstrate their appreciation.

The female manager of the performance hall struck while the iron was hot: "Can I, sir, Chopin's prelude, any one is fine, thank you..." Although it was straightforward, she was not confident.

Yang Jingxing's smile seemed a bit joking, but he turned around and played the complete tenth prelude, but the duration was almost the same.

These people finally knew how to applaud, and Yu Xinting also clapped her hands. She didn't seem to mind that Yang Jingxing was stealing the limelight, and she was smiling.

Yang Jingxing also said: "Thank you..."

Another male employee stepped forward and said sincerely: "Happy little blacksmith, that is my childhood memory. This piece of music means so much to me. It was the first piano piece my grandmother taught me, yes..."

Not only was he direct, he was also greedy for a few minutes, looking at me eagerly.

Yang Jingxing nodded: "For this piece, the pianist I admire most is here, Yu Xinting."

Everyone laughed, thinking that Yang Jingxing rejected it as a joke. Who knew that Yang Jingxing really wanted Yu Xinting to play it again: "...I want to hear it too." It was indeed a ditty that Yu Xinting was good at.

Yu Xinting sat down on the piano bench a little embarrassedly, and politely said to her colleagues: "I hope you like it."

The male staff member's grateful look and body language were even more obvious.

Happy Little Blacksmith, Yu Xinting plays very happily. Although there is still a gap between the traditional details and top performers, if you only look at the good side, it is still very personal and unconventional. If you get the taste of it, you will be surprised.

Looking at the faces of several people in the room, it seems that they all share the same taste and appreciate it.

But the knock on the door came again, and Kong Chenhe quietly let Veronica in. While listening to the performance, Veronica gently came to Yang Jingxing and whispered: "Cliff is in Jeromil's office, waiting.

you."

Yang Jingxing nodded and continued to listen. After listening, he applauded with everyone, then said goodbye and saw you later.

As the music director of the Art Center, Cliff has great power. For example, if a pop singer wants to hold a concert in the Art Center, or a troupe wants to perform in the theater, and the singer or troupe does not meet certain requirements,

If requested, Cliff can veto it. This can probably maintain the style of an arts center, unlike some so-called famous concert halls where all you have to do is give money.

So Cliff can come to meet Yang Jingxing, even if it is to give face to the person he met once, or to give more face to Yeromil, he does not need to hope that Yang Jingxing can dedicate his art to the public. He wants to give more face to Yang Jingxing.

There are too many artists performing for the masses.

Cliff's momentum was much higher. After being polite to Yang Jingxing, he got straight to the point: "I think you need to prove yourself from the side. This is your obligation and responsibility. If you really want your unknown

A friend plays your piano concerto at the Arts Center. Do you know what this means? It means that we have to risk a lot of reputation to admit that she is an outstanding pianist and endorse her, but why should we do this?"

Jeromil smiled a little uncomfortable.

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "Why? Of course it is because it can prove that the art center can not only attract good artists, but also discover outstanding artists. I think the latter is a good reputation."

Cliff laughed, causing Yeromil to laugh too. After laughing for a while, Cliff asked Yang Jingxing: "Are you talking about you or your friend?"

Yang Jingxing said: "The two of us."

Cliff laughed like a lunatic again, and then turned into a sneer: "Yes, maybe, maybe you are magical and unprecedented... so you are willing to endorse your friend?"

Yang Jingxing smiled brightly: "Otherwise, why would I try my best to compose a symphony and come here? Because I believe in my friends, I believe in myself, I believe in the Art Center and Mr. Jeromil, Niuai is the best for me

Choice one...am I a bad choice for New Ireland?"

Cliff looked at Yang Jingxing, then burst into laughter and asked Jeromil: "Is he a negotiator?"

Yang Jingxing also accompanied him.

Cliff still loves art and said to Yang Jingxing sincerely: "I believe you are a good choice and can bring something to the art center... Regarding the concerto, after the rehearsal, we will do a questionnaire for the musicians and the audience after the audition.

, if your friend’s satisfaction is not optimistic, do it yourself! This is the minimum requirement I can do, do you know the cost of rehearsing a new work? "

What Yang Jingxing is concerned about is: "Is it still first class?"

The three of them all laughed, and then talked about things that were not that important...

After sitting in Jeromil's office for about half an hour, Yang Jingxing and Cliff came out together and parted ways. Yang Jingxing went back to Yu Xinting's office. The door was open, and the piano art was still being discussed inside.

When he saw the door, Yang Jingxing was shocked. There must be about twenty young people, and almost all the new members were musicians. Those who were called by Yang Jingxing in the morning were all here. Since the first violinist took the lead, the others had nothing to worry about.

This feeling may be due to the fact that there are many guests coming to my house. Although they are all standing around and there is almost no place to stay, Yu Xinting is quite happy to be the host and plays a supporting role with a smile.

Music strings reacted fastest and announced loudly: "He's coming!"

Angered by the attention of a group of people, Yang Jingxing asked Yu Xinting in English: "I didn't know you had so many friends."

Yu Xinting shook her head and said in her native language: "It's not me..."

Le Xian was more direct: "We received news that you are having a small concert here."

Yang Jingxing nodded and walked in: "Yes, it's not over yet, there's still one song left."

A group of people are satisfied, happy, laughing or surprised.

Yang Jingxing walked a little closer to the piano: "I need advice... Alexander, can you help me think of what to play for this last piece?"

The Caucasian woman in her fifties was shocked again and reluctantly said: "Me? No, no, no..."

Le Xian is very skilled: "You can't refuse such a rare opportunity, come on."

Alexander looked at Yu Xinting, asking for help: "I don't know, God, my brain is empty..."

The other party was older than her mother, and Yu Xinting even encouraged her: "It doesn't matter... you can do whatever you like."

"Moonlight Sonata." Alexander blurted out, excited by the speed of his mind, and then changed his face: "No, no, Schubert, B flat major... I know you have your own sonata!?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Yes, but you can listen to Yu Xinting play my sonata. She is great. But Schubert, I play better than her."

Yu Xinting doesn't mind, hee hee.

"Okay, Schubert!" Alexander decided, and then he was very worried: "Is it too long?" It would take nearly forty minutes to play fast.

But the applause rang out, very enthusiastically, and Yang Jingxing was not given a chance to go back on his word.

Yang Jingxing was the only one sitting in the audience, everyone else was standing. What was he afraid of? He just started, even a little slowly.

It was really after three o'clock in the afternoon. Didn't we plan to rehearse tomorrow's first two pieces in the afternoon? However, after Yang Jingxing played for about ten minutes, not only did no one come to notify the musicians to rehearse, but more people crowded into the room.

Halfway through the song, the door was full of people. It was unknown how many people were outside. Yang Jingxing was not affected. Yu Xinting's unit was still good. No matter how crowded it was, no matter how the group positions were adjusted, those people were still there.

No sound was made, and it was always quiet.

The song finally ended, applause rang out, and listening to the formation, I felt that there were more people outside the room, and those who didn't even look were more enthusiastic. Maybe it was the aesthetic difference between the East and the West, and Yang Jingxing was an eyesore?

Yang Jingxing didn't bow or anything. He stood up and smiled: "Thank you."

The applause lasted for a long time, and it was rare to be an audience member. The people in the orchestra worked very hard, and they all had some acting skills on their faces. Only a few compatriots were not so hypocritical.

Yang Jingxing nodded and said again: "Thank you..."

As soon as their eyes came into contact, the old lady Alexander almost rushed forward, hugged Yang Jingxing and thanked him several times more.

After thinking for a while, Yang Jingxing broke away slightly but persistently, loudly and loudly: "Thank you, it's very pleasant, but I have to go... what time is it?" He pretended to stretch his neck and tiptoe to ask Kong who was squeezed into the corner behind him.

Morning lotus.

Kong Chenhe looked at his watch: "What's a few minutes to four o'clock?"

Everyone stopped and started talking, and they were all the same rhetoric that Yang Jingxing was tired of hearing. But as for the suspicion that he wanted to respond, really wanted to leave, and had things to do, Yu Xinting nodded to help him testify.

Fortunately, the distance from the piano to the door is not far, the space outside the door is large, and the crowd is relatively sparse, filling the corridor.

Maybe we still need to let the performers see it with their own eyes and listen to it up close. People outside were interested in it for a while, and Yang Jingxing couldn't stop thanking him.

It was outrageous that Jeromil was there, no one gave way or moved a chair. These musicians almost ignored the chief conductor.

Yang Jingxing understood the rules and focused on saying goodbye to Yeromil, and then was escorted downstairs by the farewell team. In addition to his compatriots and Ai Ziran, there was Veronica. She called the driver and told her to hurry up and wait at the door.

The acquaintances stopped seeing each other. After feeling relaxed, Lexian asked with a smile: "What did you talk about with Cliff?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Nonsense, it's nothing... You'd better have dinner later and let nature take you back to the hotel..."

Kong Chenhe nodded: "It doesn't matter, I can walk back."

Yu Xinting said: "I'm not very familiar with it, but there are a few restaurants on the carousel. It looks like they are high-end. There are many places to go at noon, and they are not too far. The ones in the hotel should also be good."

Yang Jingxing nodded, yes.

Yu Xinting continued to give advice: "You can ask the driver to introduce it, he will definitely know."

Yang Jingxing glared: "Think about your own business."
To be continued...