\u300aLiang Zhu\u300b was\ndivided into three parts. The first was introductory, the middle unfolded, and the last part was reconstructive. Among\nthem, people were most familiar with the tune throughout the song as it was the\niconic classical melody for any Huaxian.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zhu Wen Jun stood at the podium of the majestic hall\u2019s main stage. When he swung his\nbaton, the orchestra followed his command, turning that music sometimes melodious and meaningful and other times fierce\nand intense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He truly deserved his reputation of being one of\nHuaxia\u2019s most outstanding conductors. Under the wave of his hand, \u300aLiang Zhu\u300b became exquisite,\ndelicate, and rich with emotion that even Westerners who had never heard it\nbefore couldn\u2019t help but frown, immersed in the song and unable to extricate\nthemselves from it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
However, what surprised many musicians was the\nyouth that stood to the conductor\u2019s left\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The orchestra didn\u2019t outshine him for even a\nmoment!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Qi Mu\u2019s right hand leaped in a blur, and the\nmovement of his bow gliding across the violin\u2019s strings produced a fierce but enthusiastic sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This was an excellent replica of a Stradivarius\nviolin. Its exquisite, vigorous timbre could make any violinist obsessed with\nit. But right now, it laid obediently in the arms of this young man and made\nsuch a magnificent melody.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Liang accompanied his \u201csworn brother\u201d for his\n18-mile journey. . .*<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ying Tai, who didn\u2019t want to get married,\narrived before the grave. . .*<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*Events of the story Liang Zhu<\/em> (Butterfly\nLovers<\/em> in English).<\/p>\n\n\n\n The violin mournfully sighed, whispering the\npain of these two lovers that could not be together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Throughout the whole piece, Qi Mu\u2019s violin\nappeared to have been drowned out by the cymbals, but in actuality, it echoed like a sob, and during the final part,\nit emerged once again with a hauntingly familiar melody.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Those in the audience that were particularly emotional already had tears\nin their eyes. When this melody was first heard, Liang and Zhu had just met, and now they were a pair of butterflies, flying\ntogether in front of a grave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On stage, the young man frowned a little. When\nthe last note floated from the tips of his fingers, the audience burst into\napplause in an instant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Guidance was unnecessary. This piece, which\nbelonged entirely to Huaxia, had conquered the audience thoroughly\u2014\u2014to the\npoint of shedding tears. Music was not divided by gender, age, or nationality.\nThey couldn\u2019t help but feel the love that stood against time and the secular\nworld depicted by this song, and they were moved by it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n This was ultimately an excellent performance!<\/p>\n\n\n\n The interpretation was so good, the audience was swallowed up by it.\nBecause of its intensity, they had\nforgotten they wanted to see what the\nyoung man on the stage could do. Instead, they were intoxicated with the youth\u2019s\nperformance!<\/p>\n\n\n\n After his cooperation with New Ai, Qi Mu was\nused to such a situation. He smiled and hugged Zhu Wen Jun then, under the lead\nof the other man, the whole orchestra bowed to the audience. Even more enthusiastic applause broke out anew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The S City Symphony Orchestra\u2019s Centennial\nCelebration was officially over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was no need to evaluate the event. The\napplause still hadn\u2019t stopped five minutes after the concert ended, proof\nenough of its historic ending.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu and the orchestra left the stage orderly\nand below, the audience left with smiles on their faces. Some were still in\ntheir seats, recalling the musical feast\nthey were treated to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMr. Perez?\u201d A middle-aged, blond male smiled at\nthe old man next to him. He asked gently, \u201cMr. Perez, are you going to sit here\nfor a long while? Tonight\u2019s performance was fantastic! There really is a lot of\ngreat music in Huaxia!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The one speaking was the British \u201cTimes\u201d\ncorrespondent in Huaxia, Evan Ritter. He had been in charge of the Times\u2019 music\nsection for two years and naturally wouldn\u2019t miss the Centennial Celebration.\nWhat he didn\u2019t expect was for there to be a mastic sitting next to him at the\nevent. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Sitting next to Evan\nwas an old man with grey hair. Though his hair had all turned white, he was\nstill in good spirits and had a kind, gentle smile in his eyes.\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n This foreign old man made a good impression even\nat first glance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEvan, you\u2019re right. Let\u2019s talk while we walk.\u201d\nThe two men got up and walked in the direction of the exit together. \u201cI always\nknew Huaxia had good music. There are a few good Huaxian musicians in my\norchestra, they are excellent.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A glint flashed in Evan\u2019s eyes, sniffing out\ngood material for an article.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMr. Farrel, I really liked Dresden\u2019s\nperformance in Edinburgh last year. It was truly unforgettable!\u201d Evan was a\nperson who would lead the topic, he turned and said, \u201cMr. Farrel, who do you\nthink gave the best performance tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Farrel Louis was the chief conductor of the\nDresden Symphony Orchestra. The sixty-year-old man had been with Dresden for\nover a decade, allowing the world\u2019s oldest symphony to become even more\noutstanding and had received praise across the globe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Simultaneously, he was recognized as one of the\nfour greatest conductors alongside Min Chen and Dorenza.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Farrel wasn\u2019t angry with Evan\u2019s leading words.\nInstead, he smiled, \u201cThey were all excellent. Huaxia\u2019s skill level has\nsurprised me. But, Evan, you can write more on that person in your report. . . oh yes, that last violinist. I believe you will\nhear his name often in the future.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evan was slightly surprised. \u201cYou mean. . . Qi\nMu?\u201d Having been in Huaxia for two years, Evan\u2019s Chinese was quite good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Farrel smiled and nodded, \u201cWell, it should be\nthat child. His \u300aD major\u300b was great, but I care more about. . . his last \u300aLiang Zhu\u300b. His feelings were\ndelicate, and his approach to music is very unique.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n This straightforward comment made Evan\u2019s eyes\nshimmer. He quickly engraved the passive to his memory and planned to go back\nand start his manuscript that night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But when Evan was about to seize the opportunity\nand talk a little more with him, Farrel waved a little and called out, \u201cHey,\nAuston!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n When Evan turned to look, he saw a man with a\nstraight posture turn to look at them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The moment he saw him, Evan was stunned\nspeechless, and there was a burst of\necstasy in his mind: Good God, it\u2019s Auston Bertram! I didn\u2019t expect to run\ninto him!<\/em> If he could talk to him, he would definitely get. . . headlines. . . tomorrow.\n. .<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey, this buddy seems familiar. Are you a\nreporter for the Times?\u201d A blue-eyed blond walked over, and he grinned, revealing a white tooth. \u201cIs it hard to catch news\nevery day in Huaxia? We have a performance next month, I don\u2019t know if you\u2019re\ninterested. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Daniel looked at the little reporter and took\nhim aside, not giving Evan a chance to react. When Evan returned to his senses,\nhe discovered that he had listened to this long-winded Bai Ai agent for over\ntwenty minutes. . . such a waste!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Who wants to know what Bai Ai\u2019s playing next\nmonth!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wasn\u2019t it announced early?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n In Paris!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Conducted by the guest Charles Littis!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Who didn\u2019t know!!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Besides, he was a reporter on Huaxia, not\nforeign reporting!<\/p>\n\n\n\n What\u2019s did Bai Ai have to do with it!!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n After Daniel pulled aside the reporter, Min Chen\nwalked alongside Farrel, and the\ngentleman said politely, \u201cIt\u2019s been a long time, Farrel. The last time I saw\nyou was in Munich?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Farrel nodded with a smile, \u201cIndeed. I remember\nthat I couldn\u2019t attend your New Year\u2019s concert this year. You didn\u2019t listen to Dorenza\u2019s either. It was fantastic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Min Chen nodded a little, \u201cI\u2019ve been busy\nrecently.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Farrel did not ask further. He looked at the man standing beside him, smiling but not speaking. \u201c The brown-haired man standing next to Min Chen was Bai Ai\u2019s concertmaster, Christole Mensa, and the gentle violinist smiled at Farrel\u2019s words. \u201cMr. Farrel, the classical music in Huaxia has always been strong. Daniel told us a few months ago that Huaxia had some talents with great potential. Oh yes, you heard the performance of the violinist Daniel was speaking about today. His \u300aD major\u300b was really good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n As he was speaking, Daniel returned to them, and the four went in the direction of the\nconcert hall\u2019s exit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Farrel said, \u201cChristole , I disagree with you there. I think. . . his last song, \u300aLiang Zhu\u300b, was best. Ah, Auston, I just remembered it was your song. Pay it no mind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the face of old friends, Min Chen had no\nchoice but to look away, acting as if he had heard nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of course, the conversation did not stay on \u300aLiang Zhu\u300b for long. They quickly\nchanged from Qi Mu, and they said a few\nwords on the orchestra. Then they started talking about the next year\u2019s Menuhin\nViolin Competition. Overall, the topic\nturnover was pretty quick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Min Chen wasn\u2019t a talkative person by nature.\nEspecially in the face of Daniel and Farrel, he occasionally spoke a sentence or\ntwo but said little in the end. <\/p>\n\n\n\n In the dark night, Min Chen walked on the\nperiphery of the four with his hands in the pockets of his black coat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Many people were chatting about the concert in the lobby outside the concert hall. Some say\nthe small circle and naturally came over to greet them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Of course, aside from the world-class musicians who came over, there were a few young ones that came just to express their reverence to Farrel, Min Chen, or Christole, then left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Watching the dramatic pair, the more they\ntalked, the more Min Chen felt like sighing. He eventually sighed softly and\ntook two steps tot he side, giving the passionate talkers a chance to chat with\neach other. <\/p>\n\n\n\n However, not long after, Canada\u2019s national\ntreasure composer, Spencer Rice, clapped his shoulder and started chatting\nabout compositional inspiration. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Min Chen\u2019s patience for music had always been\ngood. He listened carefully to Spencer and exchanged some ideas. While he was listening, he caught sight of something in the\ncorner of his eye, and he subconsciously\nturned. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu and Zheng Wei Qiao were exiting the\nbackstage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There were a lot of people gathered in the\nlobby, but the largest circle was simply too eye-catching. Qi Mu spotted it in a\nglance. He also noticed the man standing just to the side of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The two looked at each other in surprise. But Qi\nMu noticed he was talking with Spencer, so he smiled but did not go over to\nbother them. Min Chen hesitated for a moment but immediately understood the\nyouth\u2019s intention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He thought for a while then extended his right\nhand with the thumb pointed up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Looking at the young man\u2019s stunned expression,\nMin Chen\u2019s lips curled upward, and he\nturned to look at his conversational partner. \u201cSpencer, it sounds like you\nreally want to use the Canadian maple leaf for inspiration, but if I remember\ncorrectly, isn\u2019t it winter in Canada, right now? How about changing the theme.\n. .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not far off, it took a while for Qi Mu to gather\nhis wits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He stared, dumbfounded, at the man who had\nturned away and was no longer looking at him, feeling a little helpless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That just now. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n Was he praising his performance?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Well, it seemed a little childish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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