October 7th is the Double Ninth Festival. The inside and outside of Puyin School are decorated a bit like a festival. Yang Jingxing reports to the school before eight o'clock. After being busy for a while, he goes to pick up the protagonist. At ten o'clock, "Theoretical Analysis of Ding Sangpeng's Composition Techniques"

The new book launch conference and expert seminar will be held grandly at the He Luting Concert Hall.

On the way back to school, Tang Qing was a little nervous as if joking. He had never sat on any so-called rostrum in his life. However, when he was young, he had some minor quarrels with the Kuomintang. He was a student cadre or the leader of some organization and almost went to jail.

Yang Jingxing declared that he is already a degenerate generation and has no ideological ambitions. He just wants to make more money...

Speaking of this, Ding Sangpeng just smiled and tolerated the nonsense of two naive children, Yang Jingxing and Tang Qing.

I arrived at the concert hall lounge at 9:30. The place was still lively, but the atmosphere was different from last night. The press conference was academic, and most of the people present were musicians and scholars.

The arrangement is like this. There are ten people sitting on the rostrum. Except for the Propaganda Minister of the Municipal Party Committee, the rest are musicians. Ding Sangpeng, Tang Qing, Yang Zhixin, He Hongchui, Zhang Jiahao, Russian Editorial Board Member, Vice Chairman of the National Musicians Association,

Director of the Creative Committee of the Musicians Association and Vice Principal of Alto. But not only will the ten people on the stage discuss, there will also be several musicians who will give speeches.

According to the number of invitations sent out, it shouldn't be a big problem to fill the auditorium, but some people don't even go to the concert, let alone listen to the so-called expert Luo Liba, so more school teachers and students will definitely be needed to fill the seats.

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At nearly ten o'clock, Yang Jingxing received a text message from Wang Rui: We are all here, we are in the fifth row, there is a distance, comrades in the first row.

Yang Jingxing still had time to reply: I apply to sit on the stage.

Wang Rui is such a good bestie, she understands at one point: Haha, hurry up, you have low breasts.

After the time was almost up, the host came on stage. After enough preparation, he warmly welcomed Mr. Ding, Mr. Tang... and this group of people.

Yang Jingxing could only watch those successful people go out to enjoy the warm applause from the backstage, while he continued to wait.

After the ten people were seated on the stage, the host celebrated for a while and then asked Mr. Ding to say a few words for everyone.

According to Ding Sangpeng's wishes, he was not even willing to sit in the audience in this situation today. Later, he changed his mind, which made the principal happy. However, the old man's brief speech today clearly did not change his original intention.

Ding Sangpeng did not regard himself as the protagonist at all. He only praised the younger generations for their contribution to the music career as a senior. He did not even regard himself as a great senior. It seemed that the book released today was analyzing another composer.

Ding Sangpeng also generally affirmed the achievements of the younger generations, and praised the fine traditions of the music and culture front. Finally, he said: "...Thank you again, I am very happy today."

After the warm applause, the host was the real link between the past and the next. His lines were well prepared, and his intentions and realm were not limited by Ding Sangpeng's humility and indifference. He quickly grasped the situation and the atmosphere, and once again confirmed Ding Sangpeng's leading role.

status, and the artistic value of the new book will definitely not be low depending on various conditions.

The host used abundant vocabulary to describe the compilation process of this book. How senior the editorial board is, how many experts and scholars provide help, how many musicians have high hopes, how many colleges and educational institutions are looking forward to it...

Now, the book is finally coming to everyone. Of course, the person who should be thanked the most is Mr. Ding. The person who should be the first to correct this book is also Mr. Ding, so this book is dedicated to Mr. Ding first.

Although many people have already written the book in hand, the host still made it sound like this and wanted to perform a small ceremony: "... I have invited the editor of this book, the famous young composer and pianist Yang Jingxing, to present the book

Give this book to Mr. Ding to express our younger generation of musicians..."

Yang Jingxing came on stage, holding a thick book tied with a big red flower in both hands. He walked steadily and did not look away, nor did he block the camera from filming him.

They all knew the rules, and everyone applauded on stage and off stage, but the principal was busy helping Ding Sangpeng, who was about to get up.

When he came to Ding Sangpeng, Yang Jingxing would also show off, offering his hands to him and bowing at the same time.

When Ding Sangpeng nodded and took the book, the applause became even louder.

The host was deeply affected and moved: "Our musicians from generation to generation..."

Yang Jingxing turned around and bowed to the audience again, looking more at Qi Qingnuo and her side. Then he turned around and walked off the stage. The task was completed and he could go to his seat.

Every word on the stage was beautiful. When Yang Jingxing bent forward to his seat, he made eye contact with Qi Qingnuo. Qi Qingnuo smiled, a bit like a taunt between brothers. Best friends and brothers are different, Wang Rui saw

When I got up, I was satisfied with Yang Jingxing's brief appearance. But Wang Rui was also deceived and was not low-cut at all.

After sitting down, Yang Jingxing showed the expressions of the people in the same row, admiring and admiring...

The ceremony was just that, the rest were speeches. The first one was Tang Qing. He was not nervous and seemed very adaptable. He spoke in an unscripted manner and was academic and humorous. He also flattered Ding Sangpeng.

Everyone has received applause several times, and the latecomers must be under a lot of pressure.

After Tang Qing came the principal, who was more serious. He mentioned his responsibilities and pressures as editor-in-chief, and expressed his gratitude to all the editorial committee members for their full cooperation, as well as the help and support of so many people... Of course, the principal also gained a lot.

Learning in this process...

Everyone who came here knew the rules, and no one was impatient when the leader of the Propaganda Department was speaking...

There has been no intermission in the past two hours. Those on stage finally finished speaking and those off stage continued to speak up. It was long or short, but they all seemed to have genuine respect for me.

Tonight's guest musicians, except Yang Jingxing, all took the stage to speak. It seemed that they, like the principal, had learned a lot and felt a lot through studying Ding Lao's works.

Gong Xiaoling came to the stage to speak as a teacher of the composition department. Although Yang Jingxing was mentioned, it did not damage her popularity. Her emotional expression received great support, which also showed that there were many students present.

After the musician representative finished his speech, Ding Sangpeng was invited again and admitted his relief and happiness.

In fact, the school initially wanted Yang Jingxing to speak on behalf of the youngest generation. Yang Jingxing said that he had stage fright and it was difficult for others to say anything. As for why Qi Qingnuo refused, Yang Jingxing did not inquire.

Finally, the host recited the preface of the book affectionately and quoted the words of praise for Ding Sangpeng from the previous generation of national leaders, and the press conference was about to end.

In fact, the Propaganda Department had a good design proposal at the beginning, which could be a full chorus, because the leader's words were mainly aimed at a revolutionary song composed by Ding Sangpeng. However, not only the principal and Yang Jingxing were skeptical about this arrangement, but Ding Sangpeng himself was also skeptical.

I was firmly against it, so I canceled it.

However, everyone still stood up, applauded and watched Ding Sangpeng being escorted away from the podium, which could be regarded as one-sided satisfaction of the Propaganda Department's pursuit of excellence.

Most of the people in the audience were very positive when the meeting ended, because there were no plans for lunch, and Ding Sangpeng didn't like to have dinner parties or anything like that.

Yang Jingxing, who had a mission, didn't care about the people around him and asked behind him: "Where are you going?"

306 is a unit with a staff, so they have to pay attention to the impact on their image, so Wang Ruidu and others dispersed a little, and they came up alone. When they came forward, they greeted the teachers and professors, and then revealed to Yang Jingxing: "The cafeteria is nostalgic.

A treat for college students.”

Yang Jingxing said: "Go over early in the afternoon and say hello."

Wang Rui nodded and then turned around and waved to Qi Qingnuo, who was waiting for him two meters away: "It's true...it's true!"

Qi Qingnuo came over in two steps.

Wang Rui conveyed: "Tell us to go early in the afternoon and say hello to Mr. Ding."

Qi Qingnuo nodded to Yang Jingxing: "Okay."

Yang Jingxing once again condemned Wang Rui: "You are a liar."

"What!?" Wang Rui was angry at first, and then thought about it.

Qi Qingnuo also laughed: "What?"

Wang Rui asked Yang Jingxing: "Isn't it beautiful?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I'll go there first... Alas, summer is coming to an end."

Wang Rui haha...

During working hours in the afternoon, Yang Jingxing took two old people to the Puhai Philharmonic and started an art discussion with Lian Lixin. The two old people stopped at the last minute, but Lian Lixin had a good understanding. Wang Jinzhe said that he just wanted to listen, and he really

He almost said nothing, as if just listening was enough. On the other hand, Yang Jingxing, the composer who was the main subject of discussion, acted as if it had nothing to do with him and only watched the tea being poured.

The expert exchanges were concise and comprehensive. It only took less than half an hour for the two old composers to communicate with Lian Lixin and reach a common artistic concept.

The two old people didn't want to delay the orchestra's work, so they left. Wang Jinzhe felt that Yang Jingxing was working hard. After sending the old man back, he had to rush over for rehearsals, so he had to arrange for the orchestra's car to help, but Ding Sangpeng didn't want to cause trouble to others, and others didn't dare to let the old man do it.

Waste more words.

By the time Yang Jingxing rushed back to the Philharmonic again, it was already after four o'clock, and the rehearsal had already begun a long time ago. The host, who had worked hard these past two days, was also there, and the lines introduced by the famous pianist Yang Jingxing were familiar enough. But there were many programs tonight, including a symphony of songs.

There are a series of concerto cantata, so no matter how famous Yang Jingxing is, the Third Piano Concerto he is responsible for only has one movement.

The musicians are actively and strictly demanding themselves. Several famous singers and performers even exchanged ideas with each other. The seniors also expressed their style and expressed that they could give more time to Yang Jingxing, who had a legitimate reason for being late, at this time of time and money, but Lian Lixin

Say no.

The rehearsal lasted until after six o'clock, and no one left early. There was no time for dinner, and all the musicians, big and small, rushed to the concert hall. They had to figure out how to fill their stomachs, but they must not delay the performance. This kind of thing

The orchestra has long been accustomed to it. The alumni ordered fast food takeout and delivered it to the concert hall, and invited Yang Jingxing to join the band, but he didn't have an assistant or anything.

On the way, Yang Jingxing called Qi Qingnuo: "Mr. Ding might be able to arrive before seven o'clock. You guys should be a little ahead of time. I still need about a quarter of an hour."

Qi Qingnuo: "...you didn't answer?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I just rehearsed, and my family over there sent me off."

Qi Qingnuo said: "We are almost there... Why do we have to do it in person? Just be there."

Yang Jingxing was funny: "You used to talk more than me when chatting, but now you just show up?"

Qi Qingnuo thought: "There are enough people, so we won't be left behind."

Yang Jingxing said bluntly: "But you are bad...you can ignore me."

Qi Qingnuo laughed, as if sincerely trying to comfort her: "It's not because of you that I didn't find the opportunity. I was too active and was afraid of people gossiping."

Yang Jingxing sighed: "I don't know you very well. I don't know that Nono is afraid of gossip..."

"No, no, no!" Qi Qingnuo stopped him, "What you don't understand is that I am most disgusted with your behavior." His tone was quite disgusting.

Yang Jingxing did not offend: "Okay, don't tell me, I'll find you when I get there."

Qi Qingnuo regained his gentleness: "I guess we got there first."

When Yang Jingxing arrived, he saw the 306 car, but no one was there. He called to ask, and the girls went to admire the decoration for tonight.

Yang Jingxing carried the clothes and found the girls in the front hall where they were praising Ding Sangpeng's artistic achievements in detail. He invited everyone to go backstage and wait together. He had to admire the girls. Several of them were not wearing the clothes they had worn in the morning, but Yang Jingxing didn't praise anything.
To be continued...