The two boys from Juilliard met Yang Jingxing when he came to visit with the piano department last year. They are probably two or three years older than Yang Jingxing. They are both about 1.75 meters tall and wear small dresses. They even have similar hairstyles.

But the two personalities are obviously very different. The violin genius from Changchun is cheerful and enthusiastic, while the Tianjin boy next to him shows a cold and arrogant temperament, but this temperament also goes with his identity. .

The boy from Changchun knew that his compatriots held a welcome party for Yang Jingxing and thought it was very good. However, he also mentioned that he was invited to perform at a so-called private party two years ago by a third-generation Chinese who was said to have entered the upper class through multiple connections.

I worked very hard for a recital all night, but after the performance, the other party didn’t even say thank you, but gave me a hundred dollar bill plus scraps to eat. The psychological trauma caused by this incident has not been healed yet. The Changchun boy still laughs at himself.

Proud: "I've also been famous." I played for foreign heads of state when I was in elementary school. I was once the child of many other people's piano-playing parents.

Yang Jingxing attacked and exposed: "You were famous in China, but you became popular in a short time."

Cao Linglan understood what the Changchun boy meant without asking where she came from or the reason: "I think there is a generation gap, especially the previous generation, but the previous generation didn't think it was very obvious."

The boy from Changchun nodded and became happy: "Yes, generation gap, accurate. No, I am not prepared to be the next generation either!"

The Tianjin boy with his hands in his trouser pockets turned his body slightly and gave a careless kiss. He looked so noble and elegant.

Mo?q?q obviously has professional qualities. He was naturally attracted by his temperament. After admiring it, he started asking: "What about you? What are you studying?"

As a piano prodigy who once set a record of being the youngest person in Asia to be admitted to the Juilliard Preparatory School, he was asked at a concert what he did. The Tianjin boy seemed a little embarrassed. His evasive look meant he didn't want to answer or said no.

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Yang Jingxing acted as a responsible intermediary and introduced his profession: "Mengzhou is half the same class as me, a piano player."

He glanced at Yang Jingxing and then lowered his eyes. The Tianjin boy snorted again, as if he was ashamed to admit it or even ashamed of it. He didn't even nod or say yes.

The boy from Changchun laughed and looked around: "I found that there are a lot of colleagues today. I wonder how prepared Curtis' colleagues are?"

Yang Jingxing didn't want to talk to Julia about Curtis. He suddenly became excited: "Whose name is Zenia this morning? Are you familiar with her?"

The boy from Changchun shook his head: "I'm not familiar...you can become more familiar later." He smiled meaningfully.

Yang Jingxing shook his head and explained: "It seems that I thought you were familiar with each other. I was in a hurry and didn't have time to ask you."

The boy from Tianjin nodded again, quite understanding: "Collaborative piano, I came from Italy to study for a master's degree."

"Italy?" The Changchun boy was surprised: "The Greek accent. Hey, it's out!"

Preparations for the second half had already begun on the stage. The music table needed to be adjusted and the seats needed to be increased, and the dulcimer had to be put in place in advance. At this moment, the dulcimer finally appeared. Several black and white staff members had obviously learned it and used it very carefully.

With a strict look, he quickly set up the first piano. It seemed to be a rare instrument. Many people in the audience looked at it eagerly and even made some exclamations of admiration. The strange thing is that the curiosity of the Chinese and overseas Chinese seems not to be inferior to that of the Western audience.

, there were many pairs of eyes staring at the stage, but there were also many surprise and affectionate smiles like Mo?q?q, and some took the initiative to introduce themselves to international friends.

It looked like there would be no problem on the stage. The Changchun boy was relieved and started talking to Yang Jingxing again: "Is there any folk music content in Curtis this time?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "Not yet... you can even hear other people's accents? Are you interested in them?"

Mo?q?q smiled and explained: "The Greeks have a very strong accent, and the Italians have a slightly better accent. Both English and French are popular."

Yang Jingxing nodded as if he had realized something: "It's true when you think about it, French people don't seem to have an accent."

The Tianjin boy confirmed Yang Jingxing's unfamiliar and curious face, and seemed to want to do something good and start the conversation: "You know Luo Mingxuan, right?"

As the director of Puyin Piano Art Center, how could he not know Luo Mingxuan, a talented young man whose playing skills are said to be on par with Qin Mengli's? Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "I know him, but I've never seen him before."

While the boy from Tianjin looked like he was still brewing big news, the boy from Changchun said directly in a not so novel tone: "My girlfriend is from France, but she is not a girl."

Mo?q?q said with obvious joy: "Oh..."

Yang Jingxing chuckled, as if he was not prepared to inquire.

The Changchun boy himself revealed the secret as soon as possible: "Teenage, fourteen at most, I heard it's eighth grade."

A male alumnus from Class 3 and 4 of Shangpu was simply dumbfounded: "Damn, he can't be more than three years old! Will his parents sue him?"

The two people from Juilliard didn't seem to know how to explain things about the art and music circles to others. The boy from Tianjin asked Yang Jingxing: "Will you go back to China after you get to Philly?"

Yang Jingxing seemed to have no definite plan yet, and nodded hesitantly: "Well, it depends. Oh, we can't talk anymore." The musicians who left began to return to the stage to prepare for the second half.

The Changchun boy was very calm, but his expression became serious and even aloof. He looked directly at Yang Jingxing without politeness and wanted to warn him. Then he gave up and almost returned to his laughing demeanor and casually said: "Since you have been a husband last year,

After I passed the test, they all thought that we Chinese were quite evil."

Yang Jingxing was embarrassed: "What you said is ridiculous."

The boy from Changchun sincerely tried to persuade others to be good: "Really, it turns out that some people look at us differently, and we can feel it."

The Tianjin boy smiled sarcastically: "We are all geniuses. I used to disapprove of each other, but then I discovered that I am actually an intensive psychology-adoring genius!"

Yang Jingxing reluctantly said: "Let's work hard together. I heard from the school that Chinese international students are excellent and they feel proud... Damn it, let's stop talking."

The boy from Changchun also looked queasy: "It's so disgusting... I won't say any more. You have a good journey. I heard that Curtis has been preparing for a long time and is gearing up."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "I'm not going to play in the gym, just to have a friendly exchange."

The boy from Changchun nodded in understanding: "They all say that if you have the chance, you must go to Puyin. It has developed very well in the past few years, and you can see more and more."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Welcome, definitely welcome."

The two Julias left first and also said goodbye to Shang Pu. Although Cao Linglan nodded politely and waved, she still looked frightened by the nausea. She couldn't wait to ask Yang Jingxing: "We are familiar with each other?"

Yang Jingxing explained: "I have been to their school, and as compatriots and colleagues, we naturally become familiar with each other."

Looking at the backs of the playing geniuses, Mo?q?q nodded vigorously: "Understood, it's really difficult to meet someone who understands you outside... What does it mean to say that you are a single man?" With a strong interest in gossip

Of course, be prepared for some teasing among close friends.

Yang Jingxing explained: "I'm just kidding, I just went to their school to do exchanges and I was flattered."

Mo?q?q, who is also engaged in art work, had an imaginable expression. She observed that the composer began to look pleased and even admired: "Is it official? It's so amazing! Why haven't I heard you say it?"

"Internal communication within the industry." Yang Jingxing himself was amused: "It's the kind of thing that outsiders can't understand and are even less interested in."

Cao Linglan was happy: "I sound like a great scientist like Luo."

Mo?q?q still supported: "You know it even if you don't understand it, Julia... Then even if you don't care about fashion, you still know that CFDA is very powerful."

Yang Jingxing didn't give any face at all: "What is da?"

Cao Linglan was outraged: "?q?qIgnore him, let's go back!"

Of course Mo?q?q is not that stingy, and is still helping to observe the surroundings: "It feels like a lot of people are watching here, and they must know you. The finale is really different, the designer on the catwalk shows up for the last time, everyone is wow..."

Yang Jingxing: "I'm a little nervous when I say that."

"Do you want to go to the bathroom and hide?" Cao Linglan laughed, but she did not give up organizing work: "Go back and call us." A large area of ​​​​the audience was seated.

Mo?q?q is getting more and more into the state: "I'm a little nervous, but I'm getting excited! Oh!"

Yang Jingxing apologized again: "We'll see what happens later. It's mainly because there are so many people so hard to offend. If it doesn't work, we have to find another chance. I'm really sorry."

Still a man who is generous, an alumnus of Class 4 expressed complete understanding: "...I'm just here to cheer you on, I'll talk about the rest later, so why worry."

It seemed like it was time to say goodbye. The classmates saw each other frequently, so they were reluctant to leave. After walking a few steps separately, Cao Linglan turned around again and called Yang Jingxing in a well-educated voice: "Hey...

…You’re going to Philadelphia?”

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "No, it's not confirmed yet... I have some work arrangements, I might go to Curtis to have a look."

Cao Linglan didn't really care about her high school classmates, so she turned around and left without even hearing the words.

Some people paid attention to the composer. During the few steps Yang Jingxing returned to his seat, he received many nods and smiles from near and far. Even Wen Fujiang seemed to have learned to behave like a gentleman.

Teacher You helped Director Yang look at the chair before he sat down, and then moved closer to tell the news: "The reporter from "Fanfare" just now..."

Yang Jingxing shook his head directly, and Teacher You stopped talking nonsense.

The cooperation on and off the stage became proficient. As the departing audience found their seats again and became quiet, the musicians also returned to the stage and took their places. The intermission of more than a quarter of an hour was still very meaningful, and the musicians looked good again.

They were as energetic as at the beginning of the first half. Most of the audience seemed relaxed and happy. It was indeed worth the price of admission in the first half. There were pioneers and cutting-edge people who seemed to do their part, and there were also mainstream things that made people remember them for a long time.

It's pleasant to the ear, and it's a world premiere... As for the second half, at least I can see something new, as long as I'm not the kind of composer who is too outrageous and insists on confronting the audience.

However, the audience did not relax. When Wilson, the band leader, first appeared, the audience applauded enthusiastically again. It was not that Wilson was so greedy that he had to hold another personal stage ceremony, because he was followed on stage by Urami.

Among the sixteen musicians of the Chinese orchestra, Wilson plays more of a polite leader.

As soon as the faces of relatives appeared on the stage, the Chinese and overseas Chinese in the audience immediately became active, and the frequency and intensity of clapping immediately increased. In fact, people further away from the stage were still looking up and were not sure whether their compatriots were on stage.

, but the welcoming expressions that everyone had already shown became more profound this moment.

The folk music delegation of ten men and six women appeared in almost two rows. Those holding pipa or erhu and sanxian did not seem to pay attention to the order. However, it was obvious that the ones who had the most direct communication with Wilson were the principal pipa player and the principal sanxian player.

, the three of them were polite to each other but also enthusiastic, as if they had just met each other.

I don’t know whether it’s because of the strong unity of the Chinese people or because the entire audience is interested in new things. As the folk music team took the stage, there was an obvious upward trend in the applause in the concert hall.

People who make a living on the stage are also very sensitive to applause. If there is any abnormality off the stage, they will immediately notice it on the stage. Although the Puhai National Orchestra delegation is in a foreign country, it still has high standards. With the warm applause,

The performers who were originally modest and low-key on stage quickly turned their attention to the audience, slightly raised their heads and chests, and smiled, thus beginning to communicate cordially with the audience.

The six female performers sent by the Puhai Chinese Orchestra to New York this time are all relatively young, with an average age in their early thirties, while the male performers are mostly in their forties and fifties. The mix of old women and young people looks good.

It looks quite artistic and harmonious. Everyone is in good spirits, but the clothes are still questioned by the people behind 306. They say they are carefully designed and made with imported high-grade fabrics, but 306 generally thinks they are a bit nondescript.

In fact, everyone in the group also knew that the owner of the clothing factory was related to the human resources director of the group.

The process had been agreed upon in advance. Wilson led the sixteen folk musicians on stage. There was no grand introduction or appearance on stage to say hello. Everyone went directly to their seats. Perhaps from New Ireland's point of view, the orchestra leader led the appearance.

Even though it is a great honor and is considered a relatively high level of courtesy in the industry, due to cultural differences, the Puhai National Orchestra is actually not particularly satisfied. It’s just that everyone’s art forgives Niuai’s point of view, which is not meaningful.

In addition to the applause of the audience, other musicians from New Ireland generally greeted the folk music delegation with smiles, and seemed to be working together happily. The folk music players from Puhai also adapted to the occasion, taking their seats while walking with the Westerners.
To be continued...