After eating, the two siblings were busy with their own things.

Because of accompanying someone to participate in the competition, He Jing can only find time to communicate with other piano teachers at Bor Art School on the phone to learn about the recent practice progress of some piano candidates, and then do some remote guidance by watching videos.

And Qin Jian was relatively leisurely, he had just removed the bandages on his hands and used warm water to give the ten knuckles a big health care.

At this time, he was comfortably leaning on the soft pillow, holding his mobile phone and scrolling through the web page.

Shostakovich's "Piano Quintet in G minor" was playing in the headphones, and from time to time the memories of the bowstrings wiping the gray hair in the music flashed through the music.

I casually searched for 'Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition' on a certain degree.

Originally, I just wanted to know how popular the contest was on the media network.

But who knew that the amount of information that jumped out still made Qin Jian feel a little...

On the first website that came out of the page, the red words of 'The 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition - Official News' with the official logo were prominent.

The following is full of news headlines from major media outlets

'Huayun Youth's "Marriage" with the Mass Media, a Magnificent Turn of National Classical Music Competition' - People's Daily

'The PK of 100 Teenage Artists!'The Mysterious Huayun Youth Music Contest Opens for the First Time'_Penguin News

"Why is the center of classical music in the future in China_Revealing the secret analysis_The Huaxuan Department behind the Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition'

'Live Broadcast Address: The 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition|Official Website of the Chinese Musicians Association'

'Huayun Youth Piano Competition's Weibo_Weibo Topic'

'Damai Ticketing: Huayun Youth Music Competition...'

....

Qin Jian was dumbfounded.

I have the impression that this game has never been so public, and judging from the time of the press release, most of them are within 48 hours.

I clicked on the first official title.

"The 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition, which is global, cultural, professional and comprehensive, officially opened today.

In order to launch this world-renowned cultural event, it will add another bright color.

Fu Hua, Wu Qing, Zhou Rong, Li Jianzhi, Yue Cheng, and other leaders of the organizing committee of the competition, the head of the National Alliance of Art Colleges and Universities, and Mr. Klims, the president of the International Music Association, held a grand opening ceremony at the Chime Concert Hall of the National Centre for the Performing Arts in Yanjing..."

Qin Jian casually glanced at it a few times and turned it off, and opened several other title URLs one after another.

It's basically the same.,It's mostly publicity.,But there's no introduction to the actual game yet.,It seems that the schedule of the first round of the game hasn't been made public.,Even some of the pictures attached to some topics on Weibo are only some of the live venues and photos of the bigwigs at the opening ceremony.。

However, judging from the publicity momentum of the entire online media, the heat is enough.

"Hmm-"

“fu——”

Qin Jian threw his phone aside, looked at the ceiling above his head, rolled his eyes, and let out a sigh.

secretly glanced sideways at He Jing and found that the other party was still wearing headphones.

Open the panel.

Again, the existing assets and reserves were consolidated.

Worship Value: 1754

Gold: 213w+

Items: [Chris's Crazy Potion] [Piano Boy's Wings] [Wrath Day]

"What else is there to exploit besides money?"

Qin Jian could only lock his gaze on the [Piano Boy's Wings].

'Triple the resolution power of staves within 60 minutes of use'

"Stave parsing, stave parsing, staves..."

Qin Jian's eyebrows suddenly raised, as if he had thought of something.

Immediately took off the headphones, picked up the phone again, opened the web page, and typed it quickly.

‘lahema...’

......

South City, Bihu Garden, Room 1401.

Empty living room.

The crisp sound of the piano is outlining the old nursery rhymes one by one.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a cute girl sits next to the black grand piano, playing "Little Star" on the keyboard.

At the feet of the little girl lies a small black and white cow cat, which opens its mouth from time to time to snort.

On the coffee table not far from the piano, a stack of books is neatly arranged, and next to the stack of books is an open diary and a horizontal pen.

Above the diary, a pair of small hands are holding their phones and swiping across the screen.

On the screen of the mobile phone, 3-inch photos with a blue background are swept one by one.

Suddenly, the finger stopped.

The screen rests on a photograph of a teenager with angularised features under broken black hair.

There is a number 21 printed underneath the photo.

"It's Qin Jian. ”

A silent laugh.

After a long time.

The owner of the hand picked up the pen again, brushed and wrote—

'Chapter 13: Bach's Last Words'

....

The tip of the pen swiped across the page, in the warm light of the living room, with Mozart's nursery rhymes, clear and rhythmic.

The story continues.

Another long night begins.

......

"Get up!"

In a daze, Qin Jian vaguely heard a shout in his ear, until the shaking sensation of his shoulders made him have to open his eyes.

"Ah, sister. ”

He Jing was sitting on the edge of the bed, her face full of helplessness: "It's half past twelve." ”

"Sleep—"

A spirit, Qin Jian suddenly sat up from the bed and stepped into the bathroom in a few steps.

"Take a bath!"

...

13:34。

Qin Jian dried his hair and re-bandaged his left hand, tidied up his outfits, and amid He Jing's questioning, the two sisters and brothers left the hotel room together.

"Why don't you wear that tuxedo?"

"It's not interesting to wear more now, the finals are talking, the finals are talking. ”

"What do you want to eat at noon?"

"Drink porridge. ”

A light diet in winter helps to reduce the burden on the body, this is the detail.

...

14:30, at the entrance of Zhongshan Concert Hall.

Compared to the first stage of the competition, when the second stage of the competition started, the entrance of the concert hall, which was originally relatively quiet, had become a little congested.

In addition to the various vehicles, there are also many more people than before.

Among them, there are many extra staff and spectators.

On the fluorescent screen at the entrance of the main hall, the spectators' viewing order and related content such as a long countdown are scrolled on it.

He Jing took out the contestant's entry card from his bag and handed it to Qin Jian, "It's almost time, let's go in." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and straightened the collar of the other party's shirt.

"Don't be nervous on stage. ”

The appearance of the two is already conspicuous, and this scene is even more of a sideways glance for the people around them.

However, Qin Jian didn't notice the eyes around him, and gently patted He Jing's shoulder, "Don't be nervous in the audience." ”

Then he took the participation card, turned around and walked into the contestant tunnel.

"Qin Jian, come on. ”

He Jing, who stayed in place, looked at the other party's back and muttered to herself.

After showing his certificate, Qin Jian quickly came to the Peony Concert Hall.

Under the leadership of the staff, I entered the preparation area for the backstage contestants, and many players had arrived here in advance.

Many people have already gathered around to communicate.

And Qin Jian's entry obviously made the scene quiet for a few seconds in an instant.

Under all kinds of curious eyes, Qin Jian also nodded politely.

Although the format of the previous round did not give the young players the opportunity to meet each other in a normal atmosphere like now, with the first round of competition on stage as a foundation, no one will feel too uncomfortable at this moment.

It's just that Qin Jian didn't join the group chat, but turned around in the background alone.

On the wall to the left of the public area, a large screen completely embedded in it is broadcasting the entire inner hall of the Peony Hall live.

On stage, staff members are adjusting the radio that hangs above the grand piano, while several large cameras are installed directly above the auditorium.

You can also see the entire concert hall live.

In the porch on the right side of the passage, there is a separate rest and practice room with each player's number.

"The organizing committee is really thoughtful. ”

As you continue to walk inside, you can hear various pieces of music coming out of the lounges.

Bach's preludes, Chopin's waltzes, and even Czerny's etudes are interspersed one after another.

Room 2, room 7, room 13, these are all very impressive numbers for Qin Jian.

The sound of the piano, which belongs to room 30, is particularly attractive.

Qin Jian pricked up his ears and carefully searched the noisy porch.

A clear track appeared.

"It's a K280. ”

Qin Jian wanted to listen to it, but in the end, he shook his head with a smile, went directly to the door of room 21, gently pulled down the doorknob, and came to the piano to sit down

Adjust your breathing, let go of the sound that lingers in your head, and exhale the handle.

Recalling a detail of a music clip, press down with your right hand while pressing the pedal.

"Drip-o-o-"

Soon.

In the backstage porch, there is a new melody on track.

At this moment, the K280, which belonged to Mozart, was interrupted.

...

"Federico Mompo?"

In room 30, the young man's hands were still standing on the keys in the same position they had held five seconds ago, but there was a rare doubt in his eyes.