[Rebirth] Symphony Philharmonic

"What's wrong?" Someone asked.

"It seems that the pianist's leg has cramp." Dad Wei, who has rich experience, looked at the situation and analyzed it.

Coster is not a professional, so the only comments he sent out were, "That man's legs are so thick" This kind of unnutritious topic was automatically silenced after being glared at by Dad Wei.

The pianist still reluctantly played a few more notes, but the pedal could not be pressed down, the legs remained in a fixed curvature, and the body could not be stretched, which seriously affected the performance of the two people next to them.

The staff also quickly discovered this problem, and found someone to come up and transport the pianist away. After a while, they invited the viola player who had stepped down before to continue playing.

Dad Wei shook his head, "This song really can't be done without a piano. The original version focuses on the cooperation between the violin and the piano."

Wei He had also heard this piece of music before, but there was nothing impressive about it.

He pondered for a while, and the notes came to mind one by one. If it was him, the details just now would not be handled in this way, and he would definitely be able to do it better.

But he didn't say it, because Dad Wei and Mr. Coster chatted again.

Dad Wei asked, "Aren't you going to meet your son this time?"

Coster held his heart and said sadly, "It's not the time yet, I want him to grow into a big tiger, and he can kill a piece of talent with one mouth."

What a vicious dad.

"So you can leave tomorrow?"

"This is too impatient, I haven't traveled around the mountains yet!"

"Don't use words indiscriminately. By the way, you remember to buy some musical instruments for your son and pile them up at home. He is really a genius in music theory, but it's a pity that he is your son."

Coster laughed hahaha, accepting Papa Wei's compliment without any leftover.

Wei He was listening on the sidelines. The two adults obviously didn't expect that the child already knew the identity of Jade Eyes, and they chatted happily. Wei He wanted to interject a few words, but Wei's father said, "Don't intervene when the adults speak." The classic quote of the time was sent back.

"Your son will definitely be able to emerge from the blue."

"I want him to carry forward the family business, what if he doesn't grow out of the blue." Coster's expression has been very flat since the beginning.

"As long as you don't overplay it, let him remember you for the rest of his life. If it's not easy, then he's probably the one who raises him now, and I think he will have the deepest affection in the future."

"That's not necessarily the case." He can lead a party, and there are naturally many means.

A few dishes on the table were caught with a few chopsticks. Coster and the others are used to chatting at the dinner table, and they often use two chopsticks after a few topics are over.

When the two of them finally finished the topic of Ning Feishen and wanted to start the conversation about Wei He, the lobby manager rushed over, aiming at their table.

When the manager ran to the edge of the table, Wei He had a piece of meat in his mouth. This was the first serious dish he ate, because he only realized not long ago that this meal was a trap. For the trap of "talking but not eating, whoever moves the chopsticks will be out"!But he is a child, so he is not afraid!When he was hungry, he emptied the plate and showed it to his dad!

The lobby manager bowed and smiled obsequiously and said to Dad Wei, "Is this Mr. Wei Zhengyu?"

Dad Wei stopped thinking about how much his son liked to grab pacifiers back then, and nodded, "Yes, I am."

"Great." Fortunately, I didn't admit the wrong person. "May I ask if you are free to fill the vacancy of the pianist. Of course, we will subsidize you at your normal price."

At this moment, a few people around have begun to complain that the music on the stage is a bit noisy. After the absence of the piano, the whole song has collapsed, and laymen can hear it a little bit, and another song has been changed. The general situation is the same.

"I'm just here for dinner." Dad Wei said, implying that he didn't want to play the piano, and he is mainly engaged in conducting and teaching, and he hasn't touched the piano in depth for a while. up.

Xiao Weihe opened his eyes wide and began to emit a dazzling light.

Coster said, "Yeah, we're just here for a meal, and we don't want to worry about other things."

Xiao Weihe grinned at them, innocent and cute.

"And after playing the piano, you will still be hungry, so there is no point in us coming here to eat."

"That's it!"

The lobby manager lowered his head in disappointment, and Wei He also lowered his head in disappointment.

At this moment, Dad Wei made another reversal, "But——"

The expressions of the manager and Wei He came back to life.

"If you don't dislike it, the dog can do it for you."

Hearing this sentence, the manager looked at Wei He, feeling a little nervous, "At this age, I can't even open my hands."

"Don't pull it down, I'll call you when I pay the bill."

"If you want it, why don't you want it! Young master Wei, do you want to change into a suit?"

Wei He stood up and dusted off his T-shirt, his face was radiant, "Why, don't you think you can't get on stage with this one?"

"Where is there?" The manager wiped his sweat, thinking that this little one is not easy to deal with, so he led Xiao Weihe forward again, and asked, "Then do you want to read the score? The price here is one 200 per hour, of course you don't usually read the score, you can make an exception if you say so."

Wei He waved his hand, "It's not that I haven't played this piece before, what sheet music do I want! I've got it all in my head."

The manager was dumbfounded, "Then, then you can go straight up." He made a gesture for him to sit on the piano bench, but didn't remove the viola player. The hotel still doesn't lack the money he paid.

He was also thinking about what kind of abilities that newly famous teacher Wei's son could have, but he didn't expect to speak so loudly. Generally speaking, this kind of person is probably lacking in strength.He was a little annoyed, and began to worry about whether the big boss would deduct his salary.

However, at the beginning of a new piece, he changed his mind.

The hotel dining hall changed the gloomy atmosphere before, and became ethereal and deep, making people mesmerized. The connection between the first part and the second part seemed to have been carefully rehearsed. When the small climax came, people were immersed in their hearts at the bottom of the stream Jumping up like a carp, the sound of the piano quickly changed from long to light.

Coster poured a glass of red wine, "Xiao Weihe is really contagious, just by looking at his expression, you know that this song must be very good."

"Do you still need to look at the expression? Isn't it possible to know that the song is good just by hearing his father's name?"

"Smelly shameless." Coster smiled, "In time, his achievements in this field will probably surpass you."

Dad Wei picked up a piece of meat, "My dad used to be just a carpenter in the town. Later, he was lucky enough to marry my mother, and my life's path was determined to be like this."

"So you want to thank your mother?"

"There is nothing to thank or not to thank. If my dad let me be a carpenter back then, I would just change places to eat meat and vegetables. What's the difference? It's not like now, because of a bunch of people who should have stayed away from me. things to worry about."

"People always yearn for a better life."

After hearing this, Dad Wei smiled and said nothing.

Xiao Wei He on the stage was simply a glowing body. After the song was over, many people put down their chopsticks to applaud him.

Wei He enjoys this kind of feeling, this kind of life, he didn't have much chance to savor it in his previous life, so he lost the chance. He communicated with several other performers, and then started another piece.

Everyone worked hard, and the song became more joyful as it got to the end, so the manager had to give them a sign at the back: The hotel is taking the forest route, take it easy, children!

Wei He didn't care too much, if he didn't play these few words, why should he play Tchaikovsky's melody, so that the guests could hear the melody like a widow crying in the middle of the night.

Another song is over.

I have to say that this performance was very successful. Wei He's performance was like a stone sinking into the dead sea, which caused waves of waves. The pianist with cramped feet has been forgotten to some corner of the guests' minds go.

When the first person began to praise the children on the stage for their general style, the others also began to change the topic to their various wishes and expectations for their own children.

After all, Wei He is young, and his physical strength is not enough for him to last for a long time.After the performance, he was invited into the lounge at the back. The manager patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "You are really young and promising. Here is the salary, is it the first pot of gold? Haha."

The manager handed over a small envelope, and Wei He felt it, but there was not much money.

He also laughed a few times, pushed the red envelope and said, "Forget about the salary, someone will sue you for employing child labor in a while."

"Oh, what a word to wake up the dreamer."

"It's better to save the money for this meal. You see, I have been playing for hours." Wei He pointed to the clock on the wall.

The manager recalled it for a while, but he didn't dare to be sure that if they ate too much, his salary would be deducted then.

Wei He urged, "How about it, am I being very thoughtful."

"Hehehe, that's that, that's it, that's it."

Wei He was about to leave happily, when the saxophonist who played together before patted him on the shoulder.

"Little brother, how old are you today?" Sachs smiled kindly, "You can call me Brother Song."

Wei He's face twitched, "Brother Song, I'm 7 years old."

"Ah, so you're still in elementary school?" Song Wei calculated, a little surprised, "But you played really well just now, it doesn't look like your first time on stage, aren't you nervous? It's my first time on stage The competition was so tense, I even played the note wrong by a step with a trembling hand."

Wei He thought to himself, at least he had to live a new life, how could he get by if he was so poor.

"By the way, I originally wanted to ask you if you want to join our small band, but there are quite few people now, and there is no one of your age. I guess you will feel bored if you stay."

Wei He asked, "What orchestra?" He and Song Wei sat back on the sofa. The manager stayed aside for a while and then left, probably to thank Dad Wei. The other two cellists in the room and The viola player also left long ago, carrying his violin case to the next part-time job.

Song Wei said: "The name has already been chosen, it is called the Rabbit Bounce Symphony Orchestra."

"Haha, what a perfunctory name."

"Is it perfunctory?" Song Wei scratched his head, and began to introduce his band again, "We only have four people now, and we can only perform in places like small bars. If you are interested, come to me." However For a symphony troupe, only a few people are not enough, at least a dozen people, and several instruments are needed. "We will definitely be able to organize our own symphony orchestra in the future."

Song Wei touched his pocket and took out a crumpled piece of paper with his phone number and fax number written on it, "This is the phone number of our dormitory. If you want to come, just call me."

"It seems that the symphony orchestra does not recruit saxophone players."

"So my major is actually trombone, but I am more passionate about jazz."

Wei He nodded, took the paper and put it in his trouser belt.

That piece of paper was used by a university in the town next door, and the government would also like to plan a university town there and bury it deep in the mountains, but it's just a thought now, and it will take many years to implement it.

"Okay, I'll take you out." Song Wei said, took Wei He out of the door, and locked the lounge.

The lobby changed from playing manually to playing CDs, and the guests also left sparsely, while Father Wei and Coster were still talking about something, and only waved to him when they saw Wei He coming out.

"Let's go, go back and practice the few pieces just now a hundred times."