The audience burst into warm applause.

Ramour got up and gave Chisman, the conductor of the Mozart Symphony Orchestra, a warm hug.

"How does it feel, old man. Ramour asked in a whisper.

"I have very interesting work. "I think the whole world will remember your work." ”

"Hahaha. ”

Lamorle smiled and walked to the stage, as if he had finished a concert, and bowed gentlemanly with his hands outstretched.

The last flying kiss left the stage.

Left a boiling scene.

and the hotly discussed judges' seats.

"Ramour's adaptation is amazing. ”

"This piece deserves a high score. ”

"Yes, jazz is also music, and the notes used are the same notes used by Mozart. ”

...

That's right.

Jazz is also music, but for other countries, jazz represents the United States.

Adams has dealt with many pianists in the United States, and sometimes he beats the classical guys at heart.

When there is a kind of mainstream music born from the United States, one foot is planted in Dingbang Alley, "a gathering place for pop music publishers and musicians in the United States", and the other foot is rooted in Carnegie Hall.

Many people's paranoia about classical piano has subsided.

In its place, it's a whole new kind of thing. ’

And this kind of thing is something that Adams can't accept.

"I'll never bow my head like Sir Bow. Adams has made such statements publicly on several occasions.

If Lamor's work symbolizes the pioneering and innovative music of the United States, then Adams's thoroughly warm classicism can also represent the orthodox musical school in Europe.

Before the final, the media talked about Ramour and Adams.

As the two strongest divisions, two first places, two championship candidates.

Two highly representative figures also seem to represent the voices of both camps.

However.

After Ramos' performance, the next young man to come backstage was not Adams.

It's a young man with an angular eastern face and a black tuxedo.

He was smiling and his steps were calm.

He was the first in Asia and a player who didn't have any topics.

...

...

"It's coming, it's coming. ”

An abrupt voice rang out in the Curtis Opera Hall.

Everyone heard the sound and looked over.

However, Feng Ziyan did not retreat at all, looked at the figure on the curtain and said again: "Handsome." ”

Zhao Yinuo's eyes also moved with the figure on the stage, and said with a smile, "The change is quite big, I feel a little thinner than when I took the art exam." ”

"What about me?" Feng Ziyan suddenly turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "Have I lost some weight?" ”

"You?" Zhao Yinuo raised his voice, "It's time for you to lose weight." ”

The two of them laughed, and the figure on the stage had already bowed and stood up, walking towards the piano.

"Come on. ”

"Come on. ”

...

Inside a villa in the heart of New York.

Fang Zongyao sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, looking at the wall-hung screen on the wall.

With a slight smile in his eyes.

"Don't be ashamed. ”

....

Residence for matricula next to the University of the Arts in Warsaw.

A private four-person dormitory.

Three Chinese art students are sitting around watching the final of Mozart's piano group on a computer screen.

Moment.

"Qi Feng, don't sleep, it's time for Qin Jian. ”

The next second.

'Bang'.

A figure jumped down from one of the top bunks.

...

Tokyo.

Nobuyuki Tokai's residence.

"It's time for Qin Jianjun. The girl's voice was clear.

"Xiao Natsuki, your Chinese has improved. ”

...

Haishi Conservatory of Music, women's apartment building.

He Jing sat on the narrow bed, holding her mobile phone, and her heartbeat jumped faster for no reason.

...

Outside the scene, there are not many people who pay attention, but there are also a lot.

Maybe every broadcast screen is not synchronized, but when the live stage is on the big screen, the moment the player information lights up.

There was a lot of commotion inside and outside the stadium.

...

In the Curtis Opera Hall, a burst of doubts sounded, making the originally quiet hall restless.

"This is?" Feng Ziyan was stunned, "Yinuo, what song did Qin Jian choose?!"

"I don't know. Zhao Yinuo looked at the curtain on the stage and muttered, "Chris's portfolio...?"

...

"Brother Feng, do you know this song?"

Qi Feng shook his head blankly, even though he was completely awake at this moment.

...

Fang Zongyao sat up directly from the sofa, looked at the screen with a frown, and repeated Feng Ziyan's question in his heart.

...

"Teacher, do you know that there is a composer named Chris?"

"Chris?" Nobuyuki Tokai pondered.

...

"Sure enough. ”

"I knew it. ”

"And don't play according to the routine. ”

He Jing put the phone on the bed table, sat with her hands on her knees, and waited.

...

Background.

Lamour had just returned to the break room after an interview.

Before he could rest, his eyes were attracted by the subtitle information on the screen.

...

"Chris, Variation No. 7. ”

The other side.

Adams' heart throbbed.

...

Comparatively.

The Golden Hall at the scene was a scene that had never been seen before.

The players were seated at the piano, but the hall had not yet fallen silent.

Especially on the bench of fifty people.

Almost everyone is still communicating.

This group represents the most accomplished group of piano people in the world, including music historians and modern composers.

But no one can stand up and give a reasonable explanation.

Ramour's adaptation of Gershwin's Blue Rhapsody still has traces to follow,

But what is this 'Seventh Variation'?

"Did the announcer make a mistake?"

...

Shen Qingci also wanted to rush to the stage and pick up the figure in front of the piano to ask what was going on.

There was only one person in the scene, Duan Ran, and the other person was also a judge at the violin competition.

The girl's eyes, this moment is adoration.

On the big screen.

Half-length photo of the contestant.

"The ninth player to appear, from the Asian division, Huaguo, Qin Jian. ”

"Designated Piano, YAMAH-CFX"

"Concerto Orchestra, Vienna Youth Symphony Orchestra. ”

"Command Mellon. ”

"Entries repertoire. ”

Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 24 in C minor. ”

Chris's Collected Works, Variation No. 7 in B flat minor. ”

...

Qin Jian may have expected this effect a long time ago, or maybe he hadn't thought about it at all.

He wiped his hands, tried the keys carefully again with his handkerchief, and then loosened the cuffs.

At this time, the hall gradually fell silent.

Although everyone's appetite has been squeezed, everyone is desperate to know some truth.

But.

Qin Jian chose to play Mozart first.

Putting down his handkerchief, he looked at Mellon and nodded.

Although Mellon's eyes were also full of curiosity, as a conductor, he still had the least professional accomplishment.

Taking a deep breath, Mellon gathered a '1' in front of him.

The next second.

The orchestra stood up in unison.

With a wave of his right hand, the music began to play.

The intoxicating string group slowly poured out.

Like the sorrow that remains all day, it is full of bewildering tremors in the tenderness of this night.

At this moment, it seems that someone is aware.

This unknown Chinese young man from the Asian Division, the K491 he brought also hides something different.

...

When the timpani jumps again, the strings are the last to fall.

"Focus on guidance. ”

"Open. ”

Qin Jian exhaled softly and raised his hands calmly.

"Amadeus. ”

"This is your hometown. ”