The stage was empty, but most of the audience seemed to still have eager expectations for the encore. The applause and cheers did not let up, and there was even a faint tendency to increase the number. Especially the Chinese group, many compatriots were simply high-profile at this time. They continued to stand when other people around them sat down, and they didn't care that their slaps were more conspicuous than others.

However, the audience's insistence did not receive a response. Nearly a minute later, the lights on the stage suddenly dimmed by half in an embarrassing manner.

There were sighs of disappointment and complaints in the audience, but politicians' wives or well-known music critics did not have the patience to accompany the ordinary audience to continue causing trouble. They stood up one after another and greeted each other, making the etiquette and smiles with obvious class characteristics even more striking.

Yang Jingxing also seemed ready to leave, but he had not received any funding, so he did not have to pay attention to politicians or businessmen like the other two composers tonight. However, he did not dare to neglect his compatriots and waved around. Or greet with a national smile.

Unless Jeromil takes the stage again, the trend of ending the concert is irreversible, and the concert hall becomes noisy and loses its etiquette.

"Goodbye Yang Jingxing." The compatriots even called out their names, and they were quite affectionate, even though they had never met each other.

Yang Jingxing accurately identified the direction and responded with a smile and nod.

Although the audience was a little noisy, the order was still very good. Those who wanted to go first and those who had not yet started were not in a hurry. The Shangpu alumni did not affect others when they approached Yang Jingxing. However, the boys in Class 4 said " "Four Zero Two" is not polite.

Yang Jingxing, who was waving to people upstairs, quickly turned his attention to his classmates and smiled even brighter for fear of becoming a street teacher. However, there are probably not many people here who know the bad reputation of 402.

It was difficult to move and it was not easy to speak. The alumni looked a little anxious. Cao Linglan made a phone call gesture towards Yang Jingxing.

Yang Jingxing waved goodbye and mouthed thank you.

Cao Linglan simply shouted: "Waiting for your call!"

Yang Jingxing hesitated with a smile. He had made it very clear to his classmates and even emphasized that he would have no time tonight or tomorrow.

Mo Tioti was afraid that 402 might not hear clearly, so she waved vigorously: "Waiting for you!" Other alumni and friends also stared at 402 with seemingly sincere welcome.

Yang Jingxing nodded and returned the phone gesture.

The alumni were still laughing happily, and a few of them continued to wave to 402, but the hand-over-hand salute was obviously a sign of ridicule. The 07 students were really immature, jumping around and calling them seniors and seniors.

Of course, those who had follow-up activities took the side exit. Yang Jingxing and Teacher You quickly turned out, but there were people faster than them. Veronica was responsible, and Professor Tongsha who was coming down from upstairs seemed to have also I have been waiting for a long time. After all, it is Professor Tongsha. When they met, he stretched out his hand lightly: "Congratulations."

Yang Jingxing was not very enthusiastic: "Thank you."

Professor Tongsha retracted his hand and put it in his trouser pocket and said casually: "It's very different from what I imagined."

Yang Jingxing asked casually: "What are you referring to?"

"All of them." Professor Tongsha didn't seem to care too much. He changed the topic with his eyes: "It may sound a bit strange, but I know that you hold some kind of teaching position at Puhai Conservatory of Music. It is said that you are like a professor. I I mean, if Julia had such a position, would you be interested?"

Yang Jingxing was waiting for the other person to finish. He shook his head in amusement: "It sounds good, but I don't have any plans in the short term..."

Tong Sha nodded very reasonably without listening: "I understand, I just think it would be interesting and creative..."

Tong Sha is actually a concise and to the point person, but he lost his standard today. Before he could express his specific meaning clearly, Yemima came over again with a group of people in a personable manner.

Yang Jingxing greeted him warmly and tried to please the dean and his wife of the Manhattan School of Music, whom he met at the 80th anniversary of Puyin: "Mr. Randall, I'm so happy to see you. I hope you have a good night Randall."

Mrs."

The husband continued to show his bright expression, but the dean's wife couldn't control it: "It was such a miraculous night. I saw a miracle. I was even more moved than when I saw that incomparable, noble and glorious pianist in Puhai two years ago.

Wow, I can’t believe it’s you who once again shattered my highest hopes for music. Thank you, thank you very much!”

Yang Jingxing chuckled: "It's my pleasure."

"For true lovers, genius is obvious but opportunity is rare." Yemima seized the opportunity brilliantly: "Please allow me to introduce, Professor Buxbaum, Eastman College of the University of Rochester..."

Yang Jingxing did not neglect: "I am glad to meet you, Professor, I have read "Mussorgsky and the Russian Tradition" and "The Creation of the Crack", which impressed me deeply."

The other party immediately became academic: "About "The Creation of Cracks", as I just saw, I may have missed some important parts that should be discussed."

Yang Jingxing was very enthusiastic: "If the professor likes it, Chinese music is a treasure, and we welcome you very much."

But he couldn't let academics start talking to themselves endlessly. Yemima had to find every opportunity to introduce it: "I believe Mr. Moreno has already discovered the traces of the treasure. He has been to China many times."

Moreno is a well-known musical theater playwright, and he is barely a fan of East Asian culture. Although he used a play based on "The Consort" a few years ago to have a group of Western actors wear nondescript clothes and sing so-called Eastern poetry in bel canto.

Broadway ended in a disastrous failure, but Director Yang still showed due respect.

Yemima then introduced a middle-aged white man who was probably a music scholar. After listening to it only once, he could fully evaluate the artistic value of the Second Symphony. Another one said that he was a quarter Chinese.

The female performer's manager is not here to sign Yang Jingxing, but just to satisfy the strong curiosity after hearing the legend. There is also a piano brand executive in an evening dress. Although he is a businessman, he wears a high hat.

He is not inferior to Yang Jingxing’s peers.

He sounded like he was no small person, but Yang Jingxing could only say a few polite words to each other at this moment, trying not to offend anyone.

Professor Tongsha was out of character, and he left directly after finding that he could not speak. Due to cultural differences, others did not persuade Tongsha to stay, and even Yemima did not say a polite word to his colleagues.

Although no one offered positions or funding anymore, the praise skills of Yemima and the others were unparalleled. The dean’s wife was reluctant to change her position from a fan of noble pianists to a fan of dreamy composers.

It felt like the composer was blown away and he started to strike out various invitations while the iron was hot. He wanted to issue a written form immediately. It really showed a prosperous and prosperous atmosphere.

Yang Jingxing was still honored, but he couldn't make any decision at the moment, and there were more people waiting for him to thank him.

It is also due to cultural differences that these enthusiastic people did not follow Yang Jingxing to join in the fun and celebration, saying goodbye solemnly and believing that they would see each other again soon.

Several people had to hurry up and rush to the backstage, but Teacher You still sighed with Director Yang: "The United States does attract talents."

Director Yang showed concern for his colleagues: "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Teacher You was full of energy and understood: "I'll ask the cultural group leader how they can arrange it."

Director Yang didn't mean that: "Forget it if you're not hungry, I'll find something to eat myself."

Teacher You thought again: "I guess I want to eat something after I'm done working."

Time seemed to be very tight. Yang Jingxing was about to say goodbye to Le Zheng, who had been standing next to him with a smiling face for so long: "Veronica, thank you for everything you have done these two days."

Veronica solemnly said: "It's my honor, Mr. Yang, you are the most amazing and exciting musician I have ever seen in these eight years of work, and you are a very friendly and polite person, especially to

We, do you remember Grace?"

"Of course." Yang Jingxing really took himself seriously: "She has provided a lot of help. I hope I can say thank you in person."

Veronica was pleasantly surprised: "She will be very happy! You are a legend to her. Do you know she once dreamed of becoming a pianist?"

"I hope she can still get happiness from it." Yang Jingxing nodded and said to Teacher You here: "Try to go to bed as early as possible today."

Teacher You is only in his early thirties and is very confident in his physical fitness.

Yang Jingxing took out his phone and sent a message to his girlfriend: It went well. My wife is waiting for my call.

Walking to the entrance of the backstage, Veronica took two steps forward, turned left, stood up straight, and greeted the door with a smile on her face: "I wish you all the best, sir."

Is this going to be a battlefield? Yang Jingxing walked into the door and found that there was no scary scene. The musicians who had not yet changed their clothes were in small groups chatting harmoniously and harmoniously with Chinese and Western styles. The musicians still had things to do but they were also personable.

Coupled with the presence of politicians' wives and the like, the backstage looked like an elegant and upper-class party.

Being a member of the upper class also requires skills and talent. The politician's daughter, who was watching what Moritz was talking about with splendid and respectful eyes by her mother's side, somehow managed to pay attention to the door that was almost out of her peripheral vision. She was composing music.

He responded while he still had one foot outside the door, calling out with great skill: "He's there, he's coming!"

These dozens of people were neither surprised nor dull, nor did they need to wait and see. They all seemed to be instantly infected by the skill in the voice, and the same expressions as those of the speaker appeared on their faces. What is the language of music, throughout the ages?

Which performer can have such skill?

There was no need for anyone to direct them, and the applause rang out that matched their expressions perfectly. Not only did they match well, they also promoted each other.

Yang Jingxing nodded and smiled at everyone, but his long strides toward the most elite people fully demonstrated his snobbery.

They were all snobbish. When they saw the conductor shaking hands with the composer, the people who had just come off the stage turned into the audience. Even the folk musicians from Puhai seemed a little uncomfortable with the admiration and joy.

After exchanging two lines with Jeromil, Yang Jingxing paid tribute to Moritz. His acting skills were also good. The politician’s wife was very passionate about acting, so she tried too hard. Wilson was also a leading actor, and he acted well and took the initiative to participate in the painting.

Don’t bother with the protagonist’s positioning.

Yang Jingxing obviously likes to move around. As he moves around, he can hear so many bottomless flattery words that make people blush. The four folk music principals are really well dispersed, almost allowing the composer's path to radiate to the entire backstage, and the senior folk music musicians also

He skillfully cooperated with the protagonist to complete the play.

However, a supporting role like Grace is not very good. She stood on the edge and watched the protagonist walking towards her without any reaction. After the protagonist took the initiative to reach out and the audience obviously applauded, her

Her performance is still obviously unnatural, which makes people laugh. In terms of appearance, she is not worthy of a vase.

On the contrary, the extras were well-trained and kept up with the protagonist's rhythm. When the protagonist finished shaking hands, everyone's applause stopped just in time, and the whole audience was silent and looked at the protagonist.

Yang Jingxing obviously did not have the upper-class talent or experience, so he had to turn half a circle and look around a full circle before speaking: "Thank you, wonderful concert, extraordinary Mr. Jeromil, amazing New York Philharmonic, amazing performers, thank you

Good night, everyone."

The audience applauded again.

Well, the ceremony was completed, and the upper-class people invited each other to move to the VIP lounge, taking Yang Jingxing with them.

While chatting with the upper class, Yang Jingxing first received a text message from Cao Linglan: We are in the same place, don't be in a hurry.

The bizarre imagination of the children of politicians about the mysterious oriental country really makes people worry that their family will soon fall into ruin. Yang Jingxing sincerely suggested that they go and see it with their own eyes when they had the opportunity. He received a text message from Teacher You: Everyone is waiting.

It only took five minutes for Yang Jingxing to arrive at the small square of the art center. It was almost eleven o'clock. Although the surroundings were still brightly lit, the temperature was probably close to zero. The middle-aged Chinese women who were still taking photos together were laughing and laughing as the flashes went off.

People flocked to put on their coats. But the folk music performers had to stay put and smile brightly, waiting for the next shutter or the next group of people.

There were not many people around, and the Chinese people in their 40s and 50s were already the dominant group. The female reporter also had good eyesight, and rushed towards the composer as if grabbing the headlines, with a very rushed expression and tone: "Congratulations, it's so wonderful.

Wow, it’s so exciting! Did you expect that your work would have such success at Lincoln Center? I’m sorry..."

Xiao Shuxia on the phone was also anxious: "Who? Who is talking? How dare you not say it!"

Yang Jingxing gave himself a face: "Friends here, let's not talk about it for now and we will fight later..."

"No!" Xiao Shuxia roared angrily: "Don't hang up the phone, you let me listen to what you said! Without photos and videos, what else is there without you? Believe it or not, I will deal with you?"

Yang Jingxing: "You have nothing, just give me some face."

"You still want face? What kind of face do you have?" Xiao Shuxia said and started to persuade softly: "No one will know if I don't hang up the phone. I will buy you a sports car when I come back. You have to look after the United States first and keep your word."

Yang Chengyi still dared to resist: "Sports car? Should I run or should it run?"

Yang Jingxing said again: "Hang up, bye."

The female reporter had already adjusted her expression: "I'm sorry, I'm too excited."
Chapter completed!