The audience was silent in anticipation.

Qin Jian plugged the microphone back into the microphone rack and adjusted the position of the microphone to a height of half a meter in front of Ye Yi's head.

After sitting upright, adjust your breathing slightly.

And just when Qin Jian raised his head and raised his hand, he dropped his fingers.

The raised left hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Long.

Under everyone's gaze, I saw Qin Jian's right hand slashing through the tiger's mouth in his left hand, and his hands were folded.

Silence, motionless.

......

"Why didn't the little handsome guy play?"

"Is he praying?"

"The master should be brewing feelings, everyone is quiet. ”

......

"Chi Heng, what's wrong with him?"

"I... I don't know. ”

"By the way, Sister Yaoyao sent me a message just now. ”

Say. ”

Wei Mingyu and Qi Dong have already gotten off the plane. ”

"So fast?" Chi Heng was a little surprised in surprise.

"It's a drop~"

"Then we'll go tonight too. ”

"Isn't our ticket tomorrow morning?"

"Change. ”

......

"Shihan, what are you?"

Seeing Lu Shihan holding his mobile phone to the stage for a while, Lin Zihui asked a little puzzled.

"I'm going to record this part, this is the first time I've listened to the scene, to commemorate it. ”

"Oh......"

......

on stage.

"Do you use [Clover of Sorrow]?"

"Yes/No?"

Glancing at the item description again.

[It can improve the appeal of the sound of the piano for a period of time after use]

Qin Jian chosen, "Yes." ”

Immediately after, the four-leaf clover on the panel gradually withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Qin Jian felt an inexplicable emotion around him, and began to entangle himself.

Qin Jian's mind quickly passed the previous few bars of the score.

Suddenly, there was a picture of red flowers falling in the sky, dancing lightly in a red suit.

That's how it feels.

Qin Jian's left hand was subconsciously placed on the key.

Falls with the little finger stretching out.

Music plays.

The clear sound of the piano, the clouds and water.

There was not a single word break, but there were undulating waves.

......

Or a full three-bar prelude, no different from the rehearsal of several times.

But this time, Ye Yi felt several emotions mixed in his heart in just a few sentences.

Depressed, painful, affectionate, sad.

Should it be like this?

"Watch out for attack capsule ......"

"You are the lead instrument, your voice ......"

"The picture is a little richer......"

......

seemed to have remembered Qin Jian's words in his ears, and with the sound of the piano in his ears, the two of them discussed the bits and pieces about the redness in front of him.

Ye Yi brought the flute to his mouth, feeling the picture in his mind, the fate in the music.

Slowly closed his eyes.

The whole world is only the sound of the piano in the ears and the owner of the piano next to him.

After three and a half beats, Tan breathed out.

It seems that the breath of the flute enters and exits from the mouthpiece.

In an instant, it was as if a hazy note fell from the flute.

As soon as the flute sounded, the color of the whole music changed again.

If the timbre of the piano is gorgeous, the sound of the bamboo flute is too simple at this moment.

But behind this simple voice, there is a simple expression.

Different from the vastness of Xiao.

Ye Yi's flute has rhyme, with its unique contemplation and understanding, and insists on self in the poignant telling of the piano without humility or arrogance.

Gradually, the music has reached its climax.

The sound of the piano is getting heavier and heavier.

The beauty of the bass, although scattered, can leave a mark on the human ear every time.

Qin Jian still had no expression, but there were obviously more openings and closing on his limbs.

Left-hand chords and right-hand melody, after a rapid strumming.

The music came to a climax, and everyone was looking forward to how the flute would interpret this sultry story.

But the sound of the flute became gentle.

But in this softness, there seem to be tears.

......

"Chi Heng, my eyes are so sour. ”

The girl held the popcorn that was already empty, looked at the men and women sitting side by side in front of the piano on the stage, and shrunk herself on the stool and blew her nose gently.

"Chi Heng, they will definitely be happy, right?"

"I... I don't know. ”

Chi Heng's musical brain seems to have stopped working, there is no high and low length of the tone, no analysis of the direction of harmony, and no one-sidedness.

Only music, pure music.

From the sound of the flute, Chi Heng seemed to see the unique beauty of oriental women.

Gentle without losing fortitude, elegant without losing tranquility.

Delicate, subtle.

After a long time, Chi Heng wiped the corners of his eyes slightly.

"That's the music. ”

......

"Good chic music. ”

Lu Shihan muttered in his mouth, sighed softly, and finally put the phone down.

"Hmm, Shihan, why didn't you record it?"

"This kind of artistic conception can only be felt when you are immersive, and it is best to record half of it and listen to it, and leave half of it to think. ”

"God is mysterious, I don't understand. Lin Zihui shook his head.

"Huihui, I suddenly have a feeling that maybe this Qin Jian can really bring some surprises to next month's competition. ”

"Really?"

Lin Zihui's right hand lightly swept across his plaster left arm, and he didn't know how many times he looked at the figure in front of the piano on the stage all night, but he still didn't know exactly what he was thinking in his mind.

......

Blossom Lane, at this time it is like Blossom Alley.

Under the chaos, it seems to have unsealed a dusty love story.

There is no storyteller to tell the story.

There is a pair of young men and women, using instruments under the fingers of the mouth, in the form of dialogue, implicit or explicit.

......

The music that filled the hall had gradually entered the end, and before I knew it, the piano was silent in a set of arpeggios.

Quietly leave the scene.

Only the faint last note of the flute remains.

Slow and long.

It seems that he doesn't want to end, but he has no choice but limited manpower.

Ultimately.

Before the last trace of qi ran out, Ye Yi used his breath to perfectly contain the last trace of aftersound.

The flute ended perfectly.

The end of the song.

The mind is not yet settled.

There seemed to be some kind of tacit understanding in the audience, and everyone remained silent.

Until Qin Jian got up.

Qin Jian got up, and Ye Yi also got up.

Listening to the movement beside him, Qin Jian suddenly realized that the entire Qu Ye Yi was beside him.

Qin Jian turned sideways, and Ye Yi's eyes were still pouting with that faint smile.

On the stage, a gust of wind blew.

Ye Yilu's shoulders trembled slightly.

Only then did Qin Jian notice that after the other party's small chin, a fine small drop of water had been left along the neck to his chest, soaking a corner of the white skirt.

Picking up the black dress on the piano again, Qin Jian gently draped it on Ye Yi's body.

Then he walked to the center of the stage

Ye Yi also followed Qin Jian and stopped at the position three steps behind the other party's side.

Qin Jian looked at the audience with a smile and blew, glanced left and right, and then scratched the back of his head.

"Thank you. ”

At this moment, someone from an unknown corner applauded.

The silence of Blossom Lane was broken, there was the first, there was the second.

One after the other.

A tidal wave of applause will flood the stage.

Qin Jian bent down deeply.

Ye Yi didn't bow, but all eyes were on the man who lowered his head.

Tonight's stage belongs to him.

A unique concert belonging to Qin Jian, at this time today, on the stage of Fanhua Lane, in a restaurant in a street in Nanshi, bowed here.

Perfect ending.