"Hungry?"

He Jing raised his head and looked at Qin Jian suspiciously, obviously he had only eaten for a short time.

"Hungry. ”

Qin Jian pursed his lips and pointed to his stomach.

He Jing looked at the time, and her expression was slightly embarrassed: "'Won't the roast duck be too greasy?, and we have only eaten for a short time, I think you should still pay attention to drinking during the competition..."

"Sister~"

...

He Jing, who was interrupted, reluctantly closed the booklet in his hand and sat up.

Looking at Qin Jian, who was motionless beside the bed, a little doting flashed in his eyes, and he sighed softly: "Then go get dressed." ”

Qin Jian grinned and stood up.

"Sister, hurry up!"

"You wait a minute, I'll touch up my makeup. ”

"Don't make it up, you can't see it at all. ”

"You won't be able to find a girlfriend in the future. ”

“...”

With a crisp sound of the door, the room darkened, only He Jing's bedside was still lit, emitting a soft light.

Under the white light, on the booklet next to the pillow.

'Yang national rhyme, strong country sound'

Under the beautiful and elegant peony embroidery, a line of pen is strong and strong.

'The 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition'

【2014/01/04-17】Huaguo-Yanjing.

Organizers: Chinese Musicians Association, Yenching Conservatory of Music

Support: Ministry of Culture, Ministry of Education

Organizer: Voice of the East (Yanjing) Culture and Art Co., Ltd

Invited: Yenching Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra

Special co-organizers: Xinghai Music and Art Communication Center, Huaxia People's Television, Haishi Conservatory of Music, East China Conservatory of Music, Southwest United Arts Performance University, Dunhuang Media

Opening Ceremony: 9:15 a.m. on January 4, 2014 at the Chime Concert Hall on the first floor of the National Centre for the Performing Arts

A beautiful cover.

...

It was midnight when the siblings returned to the hotel.

Wash up and go to bed one after another.

After saying goodnight to each other, with a "click", the room went completely dark.

Window.

The whole street felt like it was asleep.

Even the Fuge Bar is different from the past, closing early tonight.

The night deepened, and the whole world seemed to become more incomparably smaller and silent under the cover of the night.

There was only one headphone that slipped from Qin Jian's ear, looping the repetitive melody over and over again, as if it was fighting, and the distant bow and string exuded holiness.

Aria on the G string.

The calm gorgeousness cannot be ignored even in the dark.

Night.

Passed away.

......

The sky was still white, and Qin Jian opened his eyes suddenly, as if he had suddenly woken up from a false sleep.

He shook his neck against the ceiling, stretched his waist, and felt tingling from top to bottom.

"Well fed and well slept. ”

This is not false at all.

Get up.

With a sense of excitement, Qin Jian jumped off the bed.

"Boom" fell to the ground.

Then the bathroom door was pulled open, and a sound was heard.

"Come and wash up. ”

I saw half of the head leaning out of the door frame.

Looking at He Jing's little tugging on the top of his head to the side, Qin Jian was happy.

"Lovely. ”

A moment, the bathroom.

"Brush your teeth first!!"

...

Wash up.

It's also counted as a serious tidying up from head to toe.,Including the new gauze wrapped around the left hand.。。

After taking a closer look at the mirror, Qin Jian couldn't help but nod.

"A table of talent. ”

Qin Jian admitted that he was a little excited, and he was too small.

But on days like this, it doesn't matter.

8:13。

The two siblings, who had eaten breakfast, walked in the direction of the Grand Theater under the first rays of sunlight in the morning.

From a distance, many young people walking together are all heading in the same direction.

National Centre for the Performing Arts of China.

Not to mention the long history, as an important landmark, it is also the cultural exchange and communication center of Yanjing.

Early in the morning, the parking lot outside the theater not far from the entrance of the theater was close to saturation, and Qin Jian was dazzled by all kinds of private cars, public cars, plus tourist buses, and all kinds of license plates.

There was a lot of people inside and outside the gate, and the voices of people were boiling.

Everywhere you can see are major art college groups, or obvious staff, and even many groups of three or five, from the dress point of view, it looks like they are here to travel, plus the crowd is full of some foreigners, and the whole venue is not lively.

Except for the contestants, who are barely visible.

"Sister, why are there so many people?"

Qin Jian dodged sideways from an old man with a volunteer badge, and asked He Jing on the side in confusion.

"This competition was originally co-organized by the National Alliance of Art Colleges and Universities, and there was a concert at the end of the opening ceremony, so it is estimated that many people also came after reading the regulations of the event. ”

He Jing said, also observing around.

Suddenly, Qin Jian felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.

Hurriedly turned around, suddenly surprised, "Why are you here too?"

There are three people in front of him, two women and one man, led by Lin Zihui, the silly short boy with glasses on the right Qin Jian has never seen it, but judging from the shape of the bag on the other party's back, it should be a classical guitar, and the white violin case in the girl's hand on the right, Qin Jian is very impressed.

I have seen it at the entrance of the Nanshi Musical Instrument Market.

Not surprisingly, these two should be their so-called teammates.

Lin Zihui didn't pay attention to Qin Jian, who opened his mouth, but obediently greeted He Jing on the side: "Hello Teacher He!"

Follow.

"Hello Mr. He. The girl also shouted, and by the way, she didn't forget to glance at Qin Jian, and a hint of playfulness flashed in her eyes.

This made Qin Jian's heart tremble.

"Hello Mr. He. The boy was much shy, and bowed lightly.

After a brief greeting, Qin Jian's guess was correct.

These two are the other two players who came to participate in the competition on behalf of Izumi Province.

Lu Shihan, violin.

Liu Shuo, classical guitar.

Qin Jian couldn't decipher Lu Shihan's connotation eyes for a while.

But for Liu Shuo, Qin Jian naturally has a good impression.

Classical guitar and piano once tied a pair of bunk brothers.

That's when it happened.

A radio burst rang out over the entire theater perimeter.

"The opening ceremony of the 6th Huayun Youth Skills Competition is about to begin... , please..."

The opening ceremony is about to begin.

All eyes were on the four theater doors that had been opened.

and Lin Zihui said goodbye to the three of them temporarily.

Under the guidance of the staff, the siblings entered the theater hall smoothly.

I followed the signs to the Chime Concert Hall.

Entering, a golden feeling comes to your face.

The overall tone of the concert hall is clear, bright, and elegant, and it looks like it has about seven or eight hundred seats.

It is a medium-sized concert hall.

In the center of the hall, on a huge stage, there is a grand piano with perfect performance, which from the appearance of the Steinway and Sons D-type concert instrument.

The interior of the venue is high-end.

Gradually, the crowd became fuller, and only the two front rows of seats were empty.

Although everyone is deliberately controlling the volume of their speech.

But the whole hall still seemed too noisy.

“9:15。 ”

Qin Jian looked at his phone, and there was no signal at all.

Suddenly, the venue gradually fell silent.

All eyes were on the sliding door to the left of the sound dome on the stage.

An old man walked out of it, his short white hair standing up on his head looked particularly energetic, and although the old man's figure looked a little shriveled, the tuxedo clinging to his body did not become ill-fitting in the slightest.

"Old Dean!"

Qin Jian said excitedly in his heart, this old man was the previous president of the Yenching Conservatory of Music, the then president of the Huaguo Piano Association, the former president of the National Opera House, and the chief conductor of the Huaguo Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra......

There are too many things about the identity of this old man, but those who know him will call him the old dean respectfully.

This old man, who has dedicated his life to the development of classical music in China, slowly walked to the piano at this moment, pulled back the back swing of his tuxedo, and then sat down.

The old man who sat down just sat like this.

An inexplicable pressure can be felt throughout the concert hall.

Everyone held their breath as the old man gently raised his hands to the keys.

I saw that his left hand was slightly pressed, his right hand was raised, and his whole body tilted slightly at the moment of falling, with an uncontrollable momentum.

"Wow————————"

Thunder.

The 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition.

Begin.