The moment Qin Jian closed the space panel, he saw a flash of purple light in the skill bar.

The next second

"Focus on guidance. ”

"Open!!"

Moment.

A "buzz!!" exploded in his mind

Then a wave of indignation, full of the essence of the core of the revolutionary etude, suddenly emerged and began to run through his entire mind.

And at this moment, his arms were already high above his head.

As the more uncontrollable thoughts in his mind, Qin Jian frowned.

The left foot moved silently.

Almost at the same time, both hands slammed into the keyboard.

In an instant, a dull strong chord was like thunder covered by dark clouds, hidden between the stages.

With the outpouring of emotion, Qin Jian's thoughts gradually became clearer, and his hands ran quickly.

At the same time, the passionate anxiety in my heart was also compressed into a small flame that dived into the bottom of my heart.

In front of the piano, the young Chinese youth began his performance.

Chopin's revolutionary etude.

It was played by Qin Jian's hands again.

This time, in a foreign land.

......

However.

The melody wafting through the concert hall at this moment seemed to break everyone's conventional perception of the revolutionary etude.

In the first sound of the whole piece, there is no such majestic heavy chord as it should be.

Instead, it was as if a feeling came slowly from far and near from the ethereal cloud top.

Slow.

It is the exact opposite of the strong body movements of the player in front of the piano.

But in the background of the stage, the camera close-up shows that all the audience, including the judges, can see it in black and white.

A ghostly left hand flickered with a remnant of its speed.

The delicate piano tattoo in the warm light brings an indescribable beauty to the whole picture.

So much so that gradually not many people noticed this strange sound of the piano.

However, not everyone can see such a picture.

"He, he, he's actually stepping on the muted pedal to play this section. ”

On the judges' bench, a thin middle-aged man, with a slight difference in his expression, under the dim light, his clear eyes did not have any emotional fluctuations, like two silent deep wells.

I saw him tilt his head slightly and ask the old man beside him softly: "Mr. Makino, did he step on the weak sound pedal?"

The old man's eyes were locked on the foot under the stage piano that had not let go since the beginning.

After a moment, he sighed lightly: "Yes, Shijing-kun." ”

The middle-aged man nodded quietly, his face gradually recovered, turned his head to face the sound of the piano again, and smiled.

"It was really rude just now, and even if I heard it again, it still felt like yesterday. ”

The man whispered softly, as if to the old man beside him, "Mr. Makino." ”

"Is this his student?"

Long.

"It's not. ”

Just then, suddenly, there was another thunderous sound in the hall.

This time, it was like piercing the dense dark clouds, like a real thunderbolt exploding in the sky.

Theme rendition.

"Still. ”

"It is said that his students came. The old man's voice changed, and he turned his head to look at the man beside him, "And it is estimated that it will not be long before I meet Xiao Natsuki in the competition."

.......

Tokyo Bunka Kaikan Concert Hall.

At this time, the competition of professional teenagers is also in full swing.

It is different from the dull competition scene of the youth group.

On the stage full of passion and vitality, one after another teenagers and girls showed their splendid skills in front of the piano.

True.

Everyone who can stand on this arena has the confidence and capital to be proud of.

However, the 20 judges of the junior category were a bit rigid in the process, which led to the suspension of the work of each of the top five contestants in the A group without completing their work.

Until a girl from China appeared.

A Winter Wind Etude begins like a wind sweeping across the arena, and in the following passionate sonata, all three movements are performed in full.

Only the cold and solemn figure under the long skirt of a white dress was left, which made people unforgettable.

With her stepping down, the performances of the Group A contestants are all over.

At that moment, there was another sound in the hall.

"The next contestant, No. 1 in Group B, Natsuki Hanae, from Tokyo, Chopin Etude OP10-12, Beethoven's Sonata No. 13, designated for Yamaha on the piano. ”

The sound of the broadcast sounded, and the audience rarely sounded bursts of excitement.

"Goddess!!"

"Ah, she's so cute. ”

"I'm going to die, Furukawa. ”

Under the discussion of everyone, the long-haired girl in the orange dress just calmly walked onto the stage.

Everyone was staring at her under the warm lights of the stage, but her eyes suddenly fell on the moving white back in the exit passage of the hall.

It wasn't until the slender figure completely disappeared into the entrance of the hall that she turned her face and bowed slightly to the audience.

Then he turned around and walked to the piano.

Raise your hand gracefully.

The next second.

Strong, ferocious chords carried from the piano's castanets to the whole hall with a rushing momentum.

The same revolutionary etude.

Someone is forbearance, and she is sharp.

......

Leaving the arena in a hurry, Duan Ran didn't have time to remove his makeup and change clothes, but put on a thin coat and stepped on the taxi to the Tokyo Opera Concert Hall.

Originally thought that it would be finished very late, but she didn't expect that after the judges kept calling, it would soon be her turn.

She didn't even expect that she would finish playing all the repertoire in the preliminary round.

The moment she came out of the arena, she wanted to make a call to Qin Jian, but it was just a change of mind.

"I don't know where he's going. ”

Sitting in the back seat, looking at the participation card in his hand, Duan Ran muttered, "If he follows this pace, shouldn't he have ended there a long time ago?"

"I don't know what to tell me. ”

On the entry card, next to the capitalized Group A No. 8, the indifferent expression in the girl's two-inch photo is still full of people who do not enter.

The car is on the road.

.......

Quiet.

Quiet.

The camera returns to the youth section of the Tokyo Opera Hall.

The audience seemed to be silent except for the violent wheezing in front of the piano.

Qin Jian held the piano, picked up the handkerchief on the side and wiped his forehead, he had not sweated in front of the piano for a long time, and at this moment he felt that the inner lining of the dress behind him was already soaked.

It seemed that the last piece of play thirty seconds ago was still echoing in my ears, and before I knew it, my hands were shaking again.

Then a tremor rose in his heart, and he quickly shook his head.

After a few deep breaths, Qin Jian put down the handkerchief beside him and raised his hand again.

The piano rings again.

Perhaps the auditorium was still immersed in the revolutionary etude just now, and the F minor in their ears did not attract their attention at this time.

It seems that the atmosphere at the scene is not as shocking as it was just now.

However.

"This kind of music is a little bit like words. ”

In the last row of the auditorium, a young man wearing sunglasses looked playfully at the stage in the distance.

"It's just like me. ”

"They're all loved. ”