After a short period of excitement, Qin Jian looked around and found that there was no place to sit, more than 6 hours of sitting in front of the piano, holding his waist and sitting on the side of the road.

Ignoring the vehicles and pedestrians coming and going, he stared at the screen of his mobile phone and carefully studied the list.

After going through the serial numbers of the names of the twenty finalists, Qin Jian found that this list was seventy percent consistent with the list drawn up in his mind.

This also strengthened his previous judgment.

"Sure enough, only by grasping the performance style can we better grasp the hearts of the judges. ”

Qin Jian narrowed his eyes.

Looking at the entire list, except for a few demons who have obviously exceeded the average level of the contestants as soon as they make a shot, there is not much difference in the actual performance level between the remaining players.

Who can take a step forward, in addition to the on-the-spot performance, depends on the selection and processing of the tracks.

Qin Jian still remembers the first two contestants, and they both chose Chopin's rapids etudes, but only the latter's name is now left on the list.

''Li Zhirun', 'Duan Ran', 'Feng Ziyan', 'Zhao Yinuo', 'Chi Rui', 'Qi Feng', 'He Zhaoyang', 'Zuo Enze'.....

These are all names that Qin Jian is extremely impressed, not only do they play well, but among the twenty people who are shortlisted, not only Feng Ziyan and Zhao Yinuo's teachers are the judges sitting in the audience.

"I don't know if the rest of the judges will be students. ”

Qin Jian pursed his lips, looked like he had nothing to do with me, and continued to swipe up on the phone screen.

"Fang Zongyao. ”

Sweeping his gaze to the last name on the list, Qin Jian's mind flashed to Majepa on the golden stage again, and his heart was still full of throbbing.

The last scene was really exciting.

After a long aftertaste, Qin Jian closed the phone with insufficient power, got up and stretched.

"But what's your next track?"

......

“k280。 ”

In an old stone house on the bank of the Yanjing Canal, in a neat and clean room, the young man sitting behind the white three pianos has a calm voice.

Concerto No. 7 in G major is playing in the room, and the Zen picture is full of harmonious beauty.

It's just that as soon as the young man's voice fell, a low question with doubts came from the other side of the piano, "Who allowed you to change the repertoire without permission?"

There was a brief silence.

The questioning voice became impatient.

"Didn't I tell you to play the third sonata in the second round?!"

The man who spoke was the boy's father, and his face had completely collapsed at this time.

The woman standing beside the man saw that the atmosphere in the room was suddenly wrong, and hurriedly interjected.

"Oops, forget it this round. As he spoke, he hurriedly pushed the man next to him, with anger in his eyes.

As he spoke, he walked around the piano to the young man's side and gently patted the young man's shoulder.

"In this round, you will perform according to the repertoire you reported, but after that, my mother still hopes that you can complete it according to Mr. Fu's arrangement, and for your competition this time, your father wasted a lot of effort to get the New Year's schedule of the Leipzig Symphony Orchestra, and the reason for this must be clear to you. ”

"Zong Yao, we know that you have grown up, but you still have to be more cautious when making some decisions. ”

The boy blinked, followed the string group fighting in the darkness in his ear, and moved his mouth lightly again.

"I just want to choose according to my own ideas. ”

......

Passionate music can't hide the storm.

With a loud 'poof' the door shut, the empty room was filled with only women and teenagers.

"You father and son. ”

The woman shook her head and sighed slightly.

"Alright, let's pack up, I've got an appointment with Commander Nelson to meet at 7 o'clock, and he wants to hear what you think of Rasson's work. ”

The sound of the door closing sounded again, only softly this time.

The room was calm again, one person, one piano, and a piece of music.

The moment the young man raised his hand, he played gently with the melody in his ears.

Under his long eyelashes, a pair of pitch-black pupils didn't seem to change, as if nothing had happened here a few minutes ago, just a gap in the air, and he turned his head to look at the clock hanging on the wall.

"There are still 37 minutes to practice. ”

......

Near the National Centre for the Performing Arts, in a high-rise hotel with a wide view.

A young man sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed again.

Turning his head to look out the window, at the dark sky.

I tried my best to recall the stage one night, a very special arrangement.

"Which set of chords is missing?"

On the table in front of the young man, on an old piece of manuscript paper, below the words 'Castle in the Sky' was a dense set of letters and numbers.

Looks like some mysterious combination of 'ABC and 379'.

At this moment, a young girl suddenly pushed the door open and said happily.

"Chi Heng, Sister Yaoyao is here. ”

"Tell her to wait. ”

The young man looked up and replied.

"Hurry up!"

The girl slammed the door shut.

The young man once again moved his gaze to the manuscript paper in front of him, put down the pen, and sighed softly

"Let's ask for advice in person—"

"Mr. Zhao Yu. ”

Then he folded the manuscript paper and received it in the music folder beside him, picked up another sheet music and left the window.

......

When Qin Jian returned to the hotel, the sky outside the window had already darkened.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the smell of rice.

Hearing the knock on the door, He Jing sat up from the bed and walked a few steps to the door of the room.

"I'm not allowed to get up so early tomorrow morning to practice. But there was no blame in the words, "Wash your hands and eat." ”

......

Two dishes and one soup, Qin Jian still likes it.

The siblings were huddled together at a small table.

"Sister, I'm sorry for you, and I'll run for me. ”

Qin Jian gulped down his food, as if he hadn't eaten after being hungry for three days, "When you went, did you see any other notices?"

"You eat slowly. ”

He Jing had already put down the dishes and chopsticks and sat quietly opposite Qin Jian.

"You'll need to report by 2:45 tomorrow afternoon, and I guess the backstage will give you a break. ”

"Starting tomorrow, the arena will be open. He Jing smiled, "Are you nervous?"

"Are you nervous?"

Qin Jian swallowed the last bite of rice, threw aside the empty disposable lunch box in his hand, and took out another box from the plastic bag next to him.

"Not nervous. He Jing said lightly.

"Then I'm not nervous. Qin Jian continued to eat on his stomach.

"Then what if I'm nervous?" He Jing raised his face slightly, and a pair of pear vortices climbed onto his face again.

This time, Qin Jian put down his chopsticks, looked at the other party seriously, and sighed with a difficult expression: "Then you will stay in the hotel and wait for me." ”

"you, eat your meal. ”

For a moment in the quiet room, only the sounds of chewing and swallowing remained

"Qin Jian, I found that you are getting more and more able to eat. ”

"No, maybe it's starting to grow. ”