() A holy maiden, blooming with the most simple emotions.

All this brings people the most sincere enjoyment of purity and beauty.

At the moment when the bass melody sounded again, the eyes of the audience unconsciously returned to the girl's body again.

The same theme, different feelings, the melodious hum of the bass is like a midnight song, which makes people's hearts full of yearning for the dawn.

From the birth of music to the present, every detail has been continuously perfected in different historical periods.

There is no official textbook that records any musical structure that makes people feel good, and there is no harmonic function that clearly points to 'this can be a tear-jerker'.

But under such a simple musical structure, in such a simple harmonic progression, every moment under the girl's fingers was like the last note that broke the human tear ducts.

"I feel so uncomfortable. ”

Natsuki Aso didn't know why he felt this way, but it was obviously full of sunny piano sounds.

Looking at the girl who was always smiling on the big screen, she suddenly felt that the guy on the side who was called 'the more elusive guy' by the teacher was so indifferent.

She admits that the young man's Mozart fills her with a myriad of fantasies that she has never felt among her peers.

Perhaps it is in this contrast between gorgeous and simple emotions that the music has been finally sublimated.

Natsuki Aso thought, but still glanced at the man in front of the piano with dissatisfaction.

"Hope you're not a really bad guy. ”

This is probably the case with adolescent girls.

Sensitive and cute, but not unreasonable.

Maybe it feels like the music has really come to the last few bars, and has entered the final end.

The audience in the audience under the stage couldn't help but get up, and the twenty judges on the judges' bench also put down their pens one after another.

This moment.

Everyone's eyes noticed that the expression of the young man on the big screen gradually changed.

...

Qin Jian suddenly at the moment when the music was about to end at the end, he gently bit his lower lip like Duan Ran.

As the true lead singer of this work, no listener's ear is more sensitive than the changes that take place in each process of the piece.

Maybe only he still knows that today's Duan Ran is no different from the past.

Even if she took off her luxurious dress and the whitewash on her face, just like on an ordinary morning, Duan Ran sat in front of the piano wearing only a fluffy pajamas and a simple hairband on her head, her piano was still like this.

Persistence, focus, dedication.

For a good ensemble to be profoundly presented, all four hands are indispensable.

Gradually fading out of Mozart's music world, listening to the real music in her ears again, Qin Jian's flashing thoughts involuntarily made her imitate the habit of the girls around her when she played the piano, and gently bit her lower lip.

It's a tribute, isn't it?

Suddenly.

With the last moment of the music, Qin Jian raised his hands high and fell suddenly.

"W-"

The penultimate chord was struck out without the slightest pause, and raised his hand again, and at this moment Duan Ran Ye raised his hands.

The two of them simultaneously stretched out their hands again and dropped the key.

"Wow———"

Another long-honking chord, the penultimate chord.

Lift and drop again with four hands.

"Wow————————————"

The last deep and distant chord lingers around every corner of the concert hall.

Come to an end.

The end of the song.

"Whoop~~~~~~~

"Whoop~~~~~~~

"Whoop~~~~~~~

Off the stage, at this moment, a blowout broke out.

Many spectators in the back row even stood up.

Although this is only the first round of a music competition, the moving music knows no occasion.

It's time for the curtain call.

All eyes were on the stage, and they waited for their curtain call.

Under the applause, Qin Jian exhaled deeply, gently pushed away the piano bench and stood up.

At this time, no one was paying attention to the big screen behind the stage.

"It's finally done. ”

Through the tall figure in the backlight in front of her, Duan Ran felt that the applause under the stage seemed to be far away from her.

But she didn't care about that, she patted her chest, and her happy expression seemed to be satisfied with the final performance of this scene.

And yet at the very moment she got up.

Suddenly, she felt her right hand suddenly wrapped around a large, warm hand.

At that moment when her heart was racing.

The next second.

I felt my body being pulled up, and the applause in front of me was even worse.

Coming to the center of the stage in a trance, Duan Ran didn't seem to be mentally prepared.

Seeing that the man next to her bent down slightly, she also hurriedly bent down.

This was perhaps her most embarrassing bow on stage, and she was used to covering her chest with her right hand, so she could barely switch to her left hand this time.

Throughout the process, her movements looked exceptionally uncoordinated.

This made her already red-faced, and the expression on her face was even more unnatural at this time.

When she raised her head again, she heard a voice in her ears, "Laugh, the audience is watching." ”

Facing the tide of applause, feel the warmth in the palms of your hands.

At this moment, Duan Ran suddenly felt very moved.

She wanted to laugh, but she couldn't.

Moment.

Qin Jian gently let go of Duan Ran's hand and turned sideways to face the stage.

Again, he made a gesture of please to the girl beside him slightly sideways.

"You're the main character. ”

"Whoop~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

...

I don't know when the applause stopped, but there must be a memory of this scene in the clue of time.

In the center of the stage under the golden table lamp, the tears in the corners of the girl's eyes were as bright as brilliant, like K521.

......

......

Evening.

He Jinggang, who had finished a day's practice, lay back on the bed.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, the phrases of Prokofiev's Piano Concerto No. 2 still circling in her head

Fingers twitched slightly on the side of the body.

Just then, a phone call rang from the side interrupted her thoughts.

"Hey, Mr. Zhou. ”

"I've listened to the recording you sent," an old voice rang again on the other side of the phone a moment later, "have you decided?"

He Jing hesitated, "It's decided." ”

"Okay, let's go back to school in the near future, let's record the orchestra again, and by the way, there are some things I want to explain to you in person. ”

"Good teacher. ”

"If you decide, just start school as soon as possible, and you have to go to prepare before the end of May. ”

"Is it okay to leave in mid-June?" asked He Jing.

"I'm afraid not, Professor Dulangue's masterclass starts in June, and there are some things you understand. ”

"I see, teacher. ”

Hung up the phone.

He Jing threw her phone aside, came to the bedside, and pulled out a picture book from the corner of the bookshelf.

A photograph was taken out of a page in the corner.

It's still that family photo.

Long.

She put the photo back away.

He turned around and hurriedly packed his luggage.