NOVEL WEB Chapter 19 Rating
Wen Qiao thought he had misread it, but after a closer look, it turned out to be Fu Nanli. He was wearing a haute couture suit, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. At the Gaoshe booth, her heart was beating thumping along with his footsteps.
He randomly picked an empty seat and sat down, adjusted his cuffs, crossed his long legs, like a wealthy businessman watching a jewelry show in the first row, his eyes wandering carelessly.
The lights of the dome dimmed, as if there were stars all over his head, and the man's timeless facial features appeared even more profound and superior.
Contemptuous comments came from behind Wen Qiao: "Pipa? I also want to enter the Yangyin. In my opinion, these are the art of Tianqiao, which is similar to the erhu. I'm begging for a special instrument. It's really whimsical to want to enter the Yangyin."
Wen Qiao picked up her pipa, adjusted the strings, glanced at Xu Lu's best friend Zhao Tong, and said coldly: "The quintessence of Chinese folk music is so despised by you, and you were wronged by letting you grow up in this country ?Since you are so wronged, why did you apply for Yang Yin? Why didn’t you apply for the Berklee Conservatory of Music? Is it because you couldn’t get into Berklee?”
Zhao Tong gritted his teeth: "Do you have any control over which school I apply for? Do you think how many people are studying folk music now? It's something that is difficult to be considered elegant."
Wen Qiao adjusted the strings and fiddled with them a few times.
"In 1936, Franco launched a coup and seized power. The cellist, Mr. Casals, the originator of your cello, interrupted all performing arts activities and protested against the Franco authorities. He is a peaceful Lover, but you are so militant, if he sees that the cello players of the future generations distinguish music by high and low, he should think that you are not worthy of playing the cello."
Zhao Tong choked and couldn't reply a single word.
Only then did Xu Lu come out to smooth things over: "Don't talk about it, Tongtong. Western music and folk music each have their own highlights. We still have to support the quintessence of Chinese music."
Lu Youyou pulled Wen Qiao to the side, and snorted softly: "Pretend, don't talk to her, let's practice again."
Zhao Tong and Xu Lu had a dedicated practice room, Zhao Tong gritted his teeth and said, "Lulu, why are you dragging me? Folk music is hard to get into the elegant hall, and most of those who take the folk music department are not professional enough. If you go to another department and adjust it, what are they dragging? A pipa player is showing off his power in front of us who play the cello and piano, it really pissed me off."
Xu Lu patted her on the shoulder: "Forget it, if there is a big quarrel, if the interview qualification is disqualified, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?"
Zhao Tong snorted lightly: "Our family has invested in Yangyin students to hold concerts. How can it be possible that the interview qualifications will be cancelled. If they want to be cancelled, they will only cancel Wen Qiao's. There should be a big trouble just now."
Xu Lu naturally didn't want to fight, but just now Zhuang Yan had been leaning on the door frame and watching quietly. She had always been a gentle and demure persona. If she didn't persuade her, she was afraid that Zhuang Yan would think too much.
It's just that it's cheaper for Wen Qiao.
Someone behind him persuaded Zhao Tong: "Let Wen Qiao perform. I heard that two of the three professors today are not very interested in folk music. She definitely won't be able to get an A."
The interview levels are divided into S-level, A-level, B-level and C-level.
S-level is the highest, and only those who get A-level and above can successfully enter the central music.
Zhao Tong finally relieved his anger: "That's right, she definitely won't pass the interview. Let's try to appreciate the art of begging in a while. It's really hard for everyone's ears."