Or is he?

The girl's eyes froze, and she didn't have time to recall the meaning between the words.

"Shen, am I missing something?"

A mouthful of broken Chinese came from behind, interrupting the girl's thoughts.

The man looked up, slightly stunned, and smiled.

The girl hurriedly turned around.

An old foreign man with medium-long curly hair and deep eye sockets has appeared behind him at some point, showing a smile that is characteristic of Westerners.

"Hello, beautiful young lady. ”

The girl couldn't figure out the situation for a moment, but nodded politely.

"Long time no see, Lois, it looks like you're in good spirits. ”

The man smiled and stood up, gesturing to the girl on the side.

"She was my student. ”

"Duan Ran. ”

Under the girl's incredible gaze, the two men gently hugged each other.

It wasn't until the man let go of his hands that the girl's pupils returned to normal.

Riegel, where did you hear that name? Why would your own teacher...

"By the way," the man turned to the girl and put one hand on the old man's shoulder, "this is the current president of the Mozart Society—"

"Lois Riggle. ”

Riggle?!

The girl's eyes were instantly stunned, all eyes were fixed on the old man's face, and a small mouth turned into an O-shape.

The maiden had never met Rigel, but that didn't stop the legends she had in her hands about the name...

Known as the authority that perfectly reproduces Liszt's superb technique. ’

This... This.. It's incredible!

"Also my teacher. ”

When it comes again, the girl is completely messy...

...

The fuge tavern, which was becoming more and more lively, had long forgotten the moment just now, a fugue player with a wrong hand, a strange guy with a bandage on his left hand.

And the audience was quiet again because of a girl's appearance.

A tall girl in a white cotton dress.

People's eyes are full of more curiosity and expectation, what kind of accidents will such a girl with a cold temperament bring.

The girl sat down, put the black notebook in her hand on the piano table, and probably had to adjust the piano bench backwards because her legs were too long.

Find a good distance, gently press your left foot on the pedal, and a pair of wrists float on the keys.

A soothing monophonic legato rang out in everyone's ears, and suddenly, the moment the chords appeared, the whole music seemed so small that it seemed to disappear.

"Nice power control. ”

"The speed was a little bit worse. ”

"Wonderful is coming. ”

For a moment, the whispers of the two were drowned out.

A dense stream of sound like a storm burst out.

The originally peaceful musical atmosphere was shattered in a blink of an eye.

Everyone's gaze changed, and the atmosphere of the entire tavern became irritable.

The winter wind is howling and the leaves are dancing.

......

A wonderful scene.

It's just that Qin Jian, who had already left the bar, didn't have the opportunity to enjoy this scene.

Missed the winter wind, but also the thighs.

However, Qin Jian was already very satisfied with tonight's windfall, and originally just went out to breathe.

Accidentally.

The essence of fugue playing, which was bothering him, was inadvertently torn open a small opening.

plus more than thirty points of loose worship value.

...

He Jing returned to the hotel at half past ten.

Knowing that Qin Jian didn't have dinner, the two sisters and brothers had a little rubbing in the restaurant downstairs.

Qin Jian treated.

During the meal, the two siblings exchanged today's shapes.

However, Qin Jian concealed spending 10,000 yuan to apply for a card and two hours in the fuge bar, highlighting the deliciousness of Yanjing roast duck.

He Jing didn't mention the issue of the special recruitment quota and Xiao Sai with Qin Jian, but just told the other party that there would be seventeen judges in this piano competition.

When I returned to the hotel, it was past 12 o'clock in the morning, and there were still many people waiting in the lobby to check in.

The hotel was a bit busy today.

......

The third morning of 2014.

Qin Jian impatiently pressed the alarm clock and chose the world outside the quilt.

It's a busy start to the day.

It is said that it is busy, that is, practicing the piano, eating, and looking at the little girls on the street.

He Jing seemed to be busy with her own affairs, and stayed by Qin Jian's side throughout the day.

When passing by the Yanjing Grand Theater in the morning, Qin Jianfa had already seen a group of staff at the gate busy.

Banners in the distance and promotional messages scrolling on electronic screens are also setting the mood for the upcoming game.

The street from the entire fuge bar to the Zhongshan Concert Hall is also much more crowded than yesterday.

At noon, buses stopped in the parking lot of a nearby hotel.

There are even some pedestrians' luggage printed with the mark of such and such a district, such and such a conservatory, and so on

As if overnight, the pre-game atmosphere had rendered the whole street.

Even the world's top orchestras, such as the Lehsiby Symphony Orchestra, seem to have come to set the mood for this competition.

On the promotional poster of the concert.

At just thirty-four-year-old Andris Nelsen, the young and up-and-coming Latvian conductor stares at his big round eyes and a cold glow in his brown pupils.

And behind him, in the splendid hall, is the purest European origin of the top orchestra.

Although this is a private orchestra, it does not prevent the configuration of the conductor and the entire orchestra, which is a world-class existence, and can be called the strongest mercenary in the symphony orchestra class.

8 January, 20:00, National Centre for the Performing Arts, Chime Hall.

Posters are everywhere on the streets.

At 4 p.m.

A cursory look at the opening ceremony, speeches, performances, and a series of tedious official processes on the first page.

Qin Jian turned to the content related to the piano competition.

After the opening ceremony in the morning, all contestants registered to verify their identities, draw numbers, and report their repertoire.

Afterwards.

The first round of the tournament was fully opened in the afternoon.

"Round 1, Saturday, January 4, 15:30 p.m., at Zhongshan Concert Hall. ”

"Second round, Tuesday, January 7, 15:30 p.m., at Zhongshan Concert Hall. ”

"The results will be announced at the venue where the contestants are located within one working day after the end of each round, and the list of finalists will be announced. ”

"During the game..."

Sure enough, the first round of preliminary players was 30 people.

20 in the semi-finals and 12 in the semi-finals.

Only the last 6 people will be left in the finals, and the final ranking will be determined according to the final results of the final round.

As for the repertoire requirements, they are decent.

Repertoire: 1 etude or 1 sonata allegro movement (from composers Chopin, Liszt, Scolyabin, Debussy, Beethoven, Haydn, Mozart)

Semi-final repertoire: one piece of your choice

Semi-finals: A complete classical period sonata of your choice (from Beethoven, Haydn, Mozart)

Final: One concerto of your choice (from Rachmaninoff, Beethoven, Mozart, Brahms, Tchaikovsky, Prokofiev, Schumann)

Concertos are provided by the organizer or can be provided by the participants.

Each group of pieces must not be played repeatedly.

Contestants are required to memorize the score.

...

...

Compared with the repertoire requirements of the International Professional Piano Competition, the repertoire selection range of this competition is quite broad.

After thinking about it for a while, Qin Jian had already arranged the order of the tracks, and it seemed that there was only one order.

I just don't know when and where the last two rounds will be.

But none of that matters for now.

Nearly thirty pages of charter.

Qin Jian jumped and searched for it.

Finally.

At the end of the schedule, Qin Jian found the information he needed.

On the issue of live streaming to viewers and TV networks.

"The competition will be announced from the second round..."

Reading this, seeing the words of major media and Huaxia TV, Qin Jian also breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, there are two responsible issues involved.

Conditions of use for the day of rage, as well as Chris's Madness Potion.

How to combine, this is another question?

"Hey. ”

Qin Jian touched his somewhat shriveled stomach and sat down on the side of He Jing's bed.

"Sister, do you want to eat roast duck?"