As everyone knows.

There's really no need to get up and bow after the first piece is finished, especially if there are two pieces in the competition.

This can lead to a kind of embarrassing situation for everyone.

Audience: 'Applaud, or continue to sit quietly?'

Applause, not in line with etiquette.

Sitting quietly seems rude.

It seems that the contestants from the eighth place onwards have forgotten something about etiquette.

This is true of Lamore, and so is Qin Jian.

For the time being, it can be understood that "they are still immersed in their own musical world, and they have forgotten the existence of the stage for the time being".

But.

The difference between the two was quickly distinguished by a sudden burst of applause.

The confrontation between the stage and the audience was broken in an instant.

“bravo！！”

In the corner of the middle row of the audience, Duan Ran had already raised her hands high, just before she folded her hands.

A loud applause, accompanied by a shout, rang out from her neighbor's seat.

She admitted that in such a quiet atmosphere, the sudden voice really scared her.

She turned her head to see a large bearded man who looked like a Viennese or possibly a German.

In short, under his leadership, the audience fell in the next second.

“bravo！！”

“bravo！！”

"Whoa~~~~~~~~~~~

"Whoa~~~~~~~~~~~

Applause, applause one after another.

Many judges no longer held the shelf and applauded.

...

on stage.

Facing the wave of applause, Qin Jian's quiet smile was a faint indescribable feeling.

He didn't know if the trembling left hand was due to the inspiration of Amadeus's last wish, or because of the churning blood in his heart.

At this moment, it was as if he was no longer himself.

Under the warm yellow mist.

The cheering scene in front of me is also like passing through the time tunnel of K491 and returning to a certain scene of a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day.

With his head held high,

Uncontrollably, his left leg shook a little, and then he stepped forward again, walking to the front of the stage.

With his right hand on his chest with one hand, Qin Jian bent down again.

For a moment, his ears seemed to reverberate with a holy song.

This moment.

He wasn't sure who was bowing his head to whom.

But a question that has remained in his mind for a long time -

"Who touched heaven with a piano?"

There seems to be an answer.

"Believe me, Yada and Kira will spread to every corner of the world. ”

The generation of beliefs.

It's often just a moment.

...

Less than five seconds passed.

When Qin Jian raised his head again, it seemed that he had received some kind of spiritual sublimation.

The impurities in his eyes were gone.

Sweeping the audience with a faint afterglow, he turned back to the piano.

With a shake of his hands, the swallowtail behind him floated high and sat down.

Standing proudly in front of the piano, I wiped my hands.

A steadfastness emanated from his every small move.

...

...

The other side of the globe.

He Jing was full of emotion.

Despite the thin layer of mobile phone screens, she could still feel the change in Qin Jian's temperament.

She believes that a person's eyes are not deceiving.

In the office after the last monthly exam, when she asked the other party about the revolutionary etude, the other party's eyes were evasive.

It was a 'special period' when the delicate relationship between the 'siblings' had not yet thawed,' and as a teacher, she didn't ask anything.

And shortly thereafter.

After the sister and brother came into contact with the crisis, Qin Jian's eyes were still dodging when she finished playing the third movement of Pathos in front of her for the first time.

But without a doubt, it was almost the most moving third movement she had ever heard.

She still didn't ask anything.

Qin Jian's anxiety was vivid throughout the Huayun Competition, and when the curtain came down on Paganini's rhapsody, she saw a gleam in his eyes.

But on the second day, the other party's dejected eyes made her feel puzzled.

It seemed that the first-place result caused him more trouble than joy, but she still didn't ask, as an older sister, she just accompanied him.

But when she arrived in Tokyo, she couldn't accompany him for various reasons.

However, she still remembered the scene when the last bell fell, Qin Jian got up and bounced off the stool and turned around and walked towards the backstage.

His eyes were full of fatigue.

Perhaps it was the confusion and troubles of the growth of an independent individual's life, and she remained silent again.

...

And at this moment, thinking back to the extremely determined eyes of the scene just now, she felt as if she didn't need to ask anything.

With the chirping of cicadas in the middle of the night, He Jing sighed, as if he had removed the weight that was pressing on his heart.

Moment.

A pair of tiny dimples climbed up the cheeks.

...

"Oo---oo ”

The sudden sound of the piano on her phone interrupted her thoughts.

The strange melody made He Jing's eyebrows curl up.

Under her short hair, she instantly became a little playful and cute.

"What's the surprise this time around?"

...

Surprise or fright?

The expressions of the fifty judges in the audience gave the best answer.

At the end of the mysterious introduction of the witch's dream, two sets of pious and quiet chords are pressed

The atmosphere of the stage has changed again.

'Theme'

The central element of a variation.

The solemn theme of the Mass spreads from the center of the stage like a great wave of purification.

If K491 is a holy self-redemption, then the diffusion theme of K7 is undoubtedly a cleansing of the world.

"It's Baha!!"

A judge from Vienna shouted in his heart that he believed in the gods.

In his mind, there was no music comparable to Bach's Mass in B minor.

However, the development of music did not lead to the art of fugue or the Brandenburg concerto.

The main theme of the piano ends with the blessing sutra of 'the sound of cheers resounding in the sky'.

Unfortunately, this is not a diffuse song of the Bahá.

The audience was silent.

Qin Jian raised his hands.

Instead of continuing the solemnity of the mass, the piano seems to rise directly above the church.

B flat minor under the night sky, first variation.

Alignment expansion.

The melodic texture of the theme is extracted, and the tone of the music remains the same.

But in the development of the piano's statement, a lot of weak tone processing adds a bit of mystery to the melody.

Until the dark blue light of dawn faded into the dark green light.

At this moment, a female judge from Oceania who looked a little young opened her mouth slightly.

"Scarlatti. ”

She felt that the music was like a melody from a Scarlatti nocturne, but reason told her that they had a completely different structure.

...

Whether it's Scarlatti, or Bach, or Mozart Beethoven.

Every great composer, they use the same notes, the same rhythm, the same major and minor keys.

But in this seemingly stereotyped space, everyone is different.

With the development of music.

After the end of the first variation, no one is questioning the existence of the piece itself.

And then another question really took root in everyone's hearts.

"Where did this work come from?"