() "Qin Jian !!!!!!!"

A male voice more penetrating than a trumpet broke the silence of the chime concert hall.

A corner of the auditorium.

A little fat man was the first to stand up, raising his hands above his head and clapping his palms vigorously.

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

Then there was applause, screams, shouts, and loud voices.

Gathered in the sky above the Golden Hall, almost breaking through the ceiling.

"This guy, don't you prepare well for the art exam?"

Under the golden warm light of the stage, Qin Jian panted slightly, and sweat hit the keys along his chin.

Moment.

He shook his head until the purple image in front of him faded, and turned his head to look at the shout.

Through the dense applause, the crowd vaguely saw the familiar figure, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Thanks, brother. ”

The next second.

Qin Jian slowly stood up with the piano, turned his back to the audience, and bowed deeply to the orchestra.

Then he stepped forward and gave Liao Linjun a gentle hug.

"Thank you Sister Lin Jun. ”

"Good performance," Liao Linjun put down the bow and patted Qin Jian's back gently, "Let's go to the curtain call." ”

For a while, the audience applauded even more.

Qin Jian turned around and walked to the center of the stage, and he felt a little trance under the sound and heat wave that came to his face.

The ears seem to be intertwined again with the rapid march in F minor, the shallow singing of the maiden in the garden, the silent pathos of the giants, and the rhapsody of purple Paganini.

The three great composers seem to have traveled through time and space, and the shadows are staggered on and off the stage with bright light and darkness, full of mist.

Qin Jian's heart became more and more calm.

Wait for your gaze to sweep every corner under the stage.

With great solemnity, he slowly bent down.

Eventually, the eye fell on the number next to the black grand piano in his left hand.

14702。

"Thank you"

As Qin Jian took the orchestra to the curtain call, Vivaldi's harmonious inspiration No. 11 sounded in the hall.

The game isn't over yet.

The applause in the Chimes Concert Hall couldn't have been louder.

The judges were busy for the last time, and the judges entered the final scoring link in the exchange.

All the contestants have completed their final performances, but there are still many spectators waiting for the final result of the competition in front of the TV.

The major live broadcast rooms have already been swiped by the names of six people.

At the same time, everything was going on in an orderly manner.

Ten minutes later.

Under the camera, Fu Hua got up and handed an envelope to a staff member.

The staff came to the stage with an envelope again and handed it to the host.

Gradually, the scene fell silent.

In a break room backstage.

"The results are in. ”

Qin Jian hugged his tuxedo jacket and leaned back on the chair, although his face looked relatively relaxed, his voice sounded slightly tired.

Duan Ran on the side learned Qin Jian's tone, "The results are out." ”

Qin Jian looked at the screen and asked slowly, "Are you nervous?"

Duan Ran smiled, "Is it nervous to be nervous for you?"

Qin Jian didn't react for a while, and turned his head in some surprise, his eyes just met the girl's pair of slightly trembling pupils.

The black and white eyes, clear and bright, are like Chopin's nocturne under the starry sky.

Qin Jian only felt that his heart was beating violently, and his throat shook uncontrollably.

A moment later.

"Count. ”

The picture freezes on the table.

The score of Paganini's rhapsody on a theme is still on the last page.

"Then I'm nervous. ”

On the big screen.

The male host had slowly opened the envelope and cautiously took out a white card from it.

After his gaze swept over the card, he raised his microphone.

"On behalf of the Organizing Committee, I will announce the final results of this competition"

The male host said and gently "coughed" his throat.

This cough touches every heart on the stage and in front of the screen.

"Piano Group of the 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition"

"The sixth place winner - Feng Ziyan, the final score is 8745 points!"

Before the host's voice fell, the audience once again burst into warm applause.

Tonight, every young person deserves flowers and applause.

On the judges' bench, Wu Qing applauded and looked calm.

On the player's seat, Feng Ziyan let out a long breath as if he had been relieved.

"Fifth place winner - Qi Feng, final score 87531 points"

At Yanjing International Airport, in front of the T1 Aviation Building, a young passenger pushing a box in his left hand and holding a mobile phone in his right hand suddenly stopped.

Moment.

"This trip was not bad. ”

With that, the young man shook his shoulders, a smile on the corner of his mouth, pushed the box again, and walked forward.

'Attention travelers to Warsaw, your U201 flight'

Gradually, as the ranking announced by the host became higher and higher, the atmosphere of the scene became more and more hot.

Under the passionate string music in the background, the air pressure in the entire chime concert hall is getting lower and lower.

The fourth place winner, Zhao Yinuo, scored 8,846 points. ”

The camera cut to the judges' seat again, and Zhou Rong's expression was like Wu Qing's, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

On the other side, Zhao Yinuo had silently gotten up and left.

The girl's declining back is in stark contrast to the frenzied scene.

The third place winner, Duan Ran, scored 8947 points. ”

Applause, cheers, broke out again, wave after wave.

Most of the audience couldn't control their emotions and stood up.

Under the shadow of a crowd of black and oppressive, the host raised the microphone again.

The high voice resounded through the hall again.

"2nd place winner"

"Fang Zongyao"

"Final score 9014 points"

At this moment, He Jing's brain buzzed, and her clenched hands gradually drooped, and she no longer seemed to be able to hear any sounds around her ears.

The piano on the golden stage gradually blurred in her vision.

00:01。

At night, a new day still comes

The National Centre for the Performing Arts, which had been hustling all day, finally ushered in a moment of tranquility.

From a distance, under the night, it fell into a white expanse, which looked particularly peaceful.

Next to the road in front of the Grand Theater, two teenagers sat under the street lamp.

"So, Qin Jian, you really didn't disappoint me. "It was a little fat man who spoke, frozen and snorting, and did not forget to smoke a cold cigarette from time to time.

"Okay, okay, when I finish the closing ceremony of the awards tomorrow, you will go back to Nanshi with me early the day after tomorrow. Qin Jian said and tightened the coat wrapped around his body, "The art exam will be held soon, and I will accompany you to prepare for the rest of the time." ”

"Really?" The little fat man hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt, crushed it with one kick, and said in surprise, "Brother Key, do you want to be my steel companion!?"

"Hmm. ”

"Then you'll be with me when the exam comes?"

"Hmm. ”

The next second.

"Yeh!!! love you!!"

"Hey, hey, fatty, let go!!"

"Zhao Yu, take Lao Tzu's hand away!!"

A long night, a reunion after a long absence.

"Brother Jian, how about you give me assistance tonight?"

"Fuck off. ”