Qin Xin stood at the front of the orchestra, in the conductor’s position, and bowed to everyone.
There was a low, subdued exclamation from the audience.
"Mr. Yun, Mr. Yun is here!"
"Mr. Yun is performing this year, ahhh."
"Quick, check how many pieces the Lark Orchestra is playing?"
"Two pieces! The opening and the finale!"
"Wow, seeing Mr. Yun twice, that’s truly worth it!"
Qin Wenrou and Mrs. Qin stood at the edge of the backstage, their eyes gleaming: So, the great conductor is really this popular, the Lark Orchestra’s appeal is indeed strong.
If Qin Wenrou could join the Lark, all this glory would belong to Qin Wenrou as well.
It’s rare for a concert to be as lively as a live show, and the organizers couldn’t stop grinning.
If it weren’t for Qin Xin always opposing it, the organizers would have loved to print the word "Mr. Yun" prominently on every New Year’s concert ticket poster.
After bowing, Qin Xin turned to face the Lark Orchestra and nodded slightly.
One hand gently raised the baton, while the other set the tempo.
An ethereal piece imdiately captivated the entire audience.
The lody was as light and floating as if on clouds, with Qin Xin’s baton drawing leisurely clouds in the air.
The audience was led, as if drifting in the clouds, especially Mrs. Nalan, who was utterly entranced, half-closing her eyes to enjoy, and couldn’t help but bombard Nalan Ye Jue on her phone: "Son! Son! You’ll regret not bringing your wife to the concert, the Lark is really amazing! I guarantee you’ll want to fall passionately in love after hearing it!"
Nalan Ye Jue replied indifferently with a few words: "No need to listen, we can be passionate anyway."
Mrs. Nalan: "That’s different. Music fills people with passion, do you understand passion? Your romance is so slow, when will I be able to hold a chubby grandchild?"
Nalan Ye Jue: "..."
He didn’t reply further.
But Mrs. Nalan was listening with a flushed face and racing heart.
Because with Qin Xin’s conducting, the music had transitioned from ethereal leisure to a stormy whirlwind, then to a fierce gale sweeping clouds, utterly exhilarating!
A leisurely white cloud was transford by Qin Xin into a fiery sky.
Following her rhythm, hearts raced uncontrollably.
As the last note fell, everyone’s hearts felt as if thrown into the sky, then drifting down softly on parachutes to the ground.
Ahhh, I still want to float in the air for a while longer.
A great conductor truly can manipulate the audience’s emotions; resistance is futile.
After the Lark Orchestra’s opening piece finished.
The pieces by other orchestras paled in comparison, although they were excellent and perford with effort, they were missing an indescribable essence.
Perhaps, it was missing that touch of soul the conductor imparted to the music.
The audience waited and waited until finally, the much-anticipated finale, the Lark Orchestra’s second performance of the night.
The entire venue brimd with a special atmosphere.
As Qin Xin took the stage again, applause didn’t cease.
The half fox mask didn’t hinder the audience’s enthusiasm, nor did their anticipation wane even a bit due to her turned back.
Mrs. Nalan couldn’t resist snapping a photo of the back view and sent it to Nalan Ye Jue: "Son, this young man is really handso... I wish my son was as exceptional..."
Nalan Ye Jue: "..."
Dear mom, how am I supposed to respond to that?
However, as he lowered his eyes to the photo of the slender back, Nalan Ye Jue narrowed his eyes.
Despite the n’s clothing, despite the unfamiliar orchestra na, he still caught a hint of familiarity.
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