Three Hundred and Forty-Nine. The Storm at Sea

At this time, the three lights that stayed there began to rotate, and the audience watching this scene condescendingly held their breath.

The spotlights merged, pierced the condensed darkness, and then illuminated the center of the stage.

In the spotlight, Meister finally revealed his true face, and then the golden/red crossed fireworks began to be sprayed around the stage, and he slowly walked over in the fireworks corridor.

Short black hair, handsome face, upturned nose bridge, neat facial features, a little bit more will make it look sharp, a little bit less will be too warm, no more and no less just right, with his luxurious and full of artistic temperament , and no wonder enough to make women crazy about it.

If it is described in the words of Reinhardt's previous life, it shows that he is "proud but not impetuous, heavy but not arrogant", solemn but active, gentle but vigorous.

"May-S-T!"

Suddenly, a shout came from the hall, and the audience shouted excitedly.

Mester, wearing a gorgeous evening dress, took a step forward, then stretched out his white palm and pressed it in the air, and instantly, the venue became quiet.

Then, two spotlights gathered on Meister's body. The musicians below the stage were fully prepared. The spotlights floated past, and the expressions of the musicians could be clearly seen.

"Okay." Meester said. Although his voice was very light, it was very clear and had a different kind of magnetism. He first looked around the auditorium on one side, and then set his eyes on the musicians below. After a while, he continued to speak again: "Mester's "Night Major No. 49, First Movement Major/Medium/Violin Mixed Sonata, Akula Ragna's Gods sing Act 1 - The Origin of the Water World"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his white hands again, and a pitch-black steel baton appeared in each of them. , nearly seventy centimeters in length, with the shaking of the wrist, the baton began to move briskly.

Nearly 100 musicians were preparing attentively under the stage, more than 30 of them immediately picked up their instruments and prepared, and then after the baton of Meister was waving, the first sound of the concert was played.

The violin was crisp and the melodious voice sounded first. In this coherent and pleasant sound, the audience seemed to hear the slight ebb and flow of the tide.

In the world depicted by many violins with singing, everything seems to become real.

Akula Ragna's chanting of the gods is a symphony created by Meister for many years. tide.

Meister on the stage seemed to be completely immersed in these melodious piano sounds, but his hands seemed to be waving instinctively, and the innate musical intuition that belonged to him made Mei who was bathed in this seemingly endless sublimation state. Ster, the whole person became holy.

At this moment, Meister's baton suddenly moved, and the musicians who were playing the violin stopped their movements in an instant. Then, in the melodious end of the violin, a low-pitched sound like a clear spring sounded. Different from the melodious and crisp violin, there is a rhythmic feeling of being alone in the dense forest and constantly absorbing the breath of nature.

After that, all the large/medium/small/three types of instruments began to play with the conductor of Meister on the stage. During this period, it lasted for more than 30 minutes. All the audience in the hall were immersed in in this immersive scene.

Reinhardt focused his attention on the stage. Meister was engrossed like a pious man. He was about to sigh in admiration, but suddenly froze for a moment.

He saw that there seemed to be an extremely subtle wound in Meister's white palm. If it wasn't for the fact that he was so arrogant, he wouldn't have been able to find it.

Reinhardt was very puzzled, but still observed quietly.

I've listened to it for a long time,

The concert has entered the second act of the second movement and began to burst towards the third movement of the third movement.

The gods of Akula Ragna sing Act III - The Storm on the Sea.

With the use of more musical instruments, the whole concert became more exciting and contradictory, especially at this time, Meester seemed to be in a state of madness while waving the baton with both hands.

He threw himself fully into the music.

After a long time, with the end of the fourth act of the fourth movement, many musicians also began to stop the movements in their hands one by one, as if a story that spanned countless years was finally coming to an end, full of the heaviness and vicissitudes of history. sense.

What a wonderful feeling... After listening to this symphony performance of four chapters and four acts, which lasted for more than two hours, Reinhardt couldn't help but feel a kind of illusory feeling in his heart. He seemed to be able to feel the reality from the music. You can also feel the vicissitudes of the seven islands of water spanning countless years.

Especially in Meister's perfect and unreservedly devoted conducting, the level of the musicians also played to the extreme.

The last sound fell, and there was a sudden roar of applause in the hall. Even after sitting there for more than two hours, people did not feel any discomfort.

Reinhardt glanced around, and it seemed that the concert was not over yet. He had been observing Meester on the stage, but except for a glimpse in his hand just now, No clues were found.

He felt that this musician named Meester always had a feeling of deja vu, and through the slight wound he just found on the palm of his right hand, he had a little guess in his heart.

However, these expected answers need to be further verified.

A silver-white piano appeared on the stage. Meister put away the baton, then walked to the piano and sat down. He was about to start playing solo. He could hear Meister's solo in this concert. Apparently it was precious, and Reinhardt could hear the surprised whispers of the audience next to him from time to time.

The music sounded, as crisp and beautiful as always, like the sound of a transparent spring flowing down from a high mountain, but the music just started not long before it suddenly stopped.

What's wrong?

what happened?

Why did Mester stop?

At first, the audience thought that the music had such a pause, but after three full minutes, the music did not sound.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Reinhardt was sitting in the crowd, his eyes were very clear, Meester on the stage seemed to be in some kind of emotional struggle, and his face was extremely pale.