An exile who has lost his musical roots, his traditions, and the foundations of his homeland, leaves no consolation but quiet memories and constant silence.

The whole morning after leaving the showroom, Qin Jian's mind was echoing with Paganini's melody.

The melody of Russian nostalgia is supposed to represent his nostalgia for his homeland, and this melody is intertwined with the lonely and sad emotions of an artist who has left his homeland, like an introduction to the theme of the Doomsday...

Along this line, Qin Jian seemed to have opened a new door.

The purple lilac is still the purple lilac, but the purple lilac is no longer one, and it is no longer a lonely fragrance in the white.

If he were to pick up the Rhapsody on the Theme of Paganini again, he would seem to know where to put his hands down.

There was a itchy hand, but there was only a dining table in front of me.

"This red sausage is delicious. ”

"This soup is not bad either. ”

At this moment, it was the principal violin and Xia Shu of the Gu Symphony Orchestra who accompanied Cai Song who were speaking, and the two of them brought a lot of delicious food to everyone.

Seeing that the table was already full of delicacies, everyone started to move, Cai Song saw that Qin Jian was still in a daze, so he knocked on the bowl at him, and said, "Hey, eat, eat, don't think about it, it's been thinking about it all morning." ”

Qin Jian subconsciously looked around when he heard the sound, and everyone looked at him with some curiosity.

"Uh, sorry, sorry. ”

"Eat and eat. ”

As he spoke, he looked down at the steaming soup in front of him, and then at the spoons in everyone's hands.

Then he spread his hands out, looking confused.

"Where's my spoon?"

Moment.

"Hahahaha————————"

...

My spoon has become everyone's stalk, and Qin Jian didn't know what everyone was saying until after eating.

"What kind of soup do you have without a spoon?"

Later, as soon as someone said it, he retorted like this.

After a funny lunch, everyone visited the entire Chai Courtyard again under the leadership of the team leader.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, each team gathered in the auditorium of the concert hall.

The opening ceremony began.

Compared with the ordinary opening ceremony, today's opening ceremony is relatively novel, there is no opening music, no one leads the speech, and there is no banner hanging above the stage in the hall.

Everyone in the audience guarded an empty stage, waiting quietly with their own headphones.

About five minutes later, a bearded old man walked to the center of the stage with a microphone.

As everyone knows, this is the current director of the Chai Academy, Mr. Lu Gero.

Qin Jian also said hello to the old man when he toasted Savier last night, and he was a cute little old man.

As soon as the old man came to power, he really did not disappoint.

"I heard that someone brought out two pieces of red sausage from the cafeteria at noon. ”

Everyone can hear the translation in the headset.

The audience burst into laughter.

Then the old man thanked everyone for their affirmation of the food in the Chaiyuan, and then he welcomed everyone from afar on behalf of the organizer of the event.

"Alright, now we can get down to business. ”

The voice fell, the red sausage matter has passed, and it's time to dinner.

The old man raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and then a piece of music played in the hall.

As soon as the bell-like piano introduction came out, everyone could hear that it was a pull.

"Please enjoy this music first. ”

To be honest, Qin Jian didn't know what this link was about, but since the old dean asked everyone to listen, he listened carefully.

A minute passed, and he didn't find anything worth writing about this Ra Er, which was decent, but he could hear that the player's grasp of the integrity of the music was still extremely good, but some of the notes sounded a little uncomfortable.

It wasn't until the end of the first movement that the old man snapped his fingers again.

The music stopped.

"Do you have any opinions on this music? ”

Not long after the words were spoken, a black guy stood up, and the interpreter passed his words out of McKee, "It's a little boring. ”

With that, he sat down.

"Hmm-"

Ruggiero looked around, "Is there anyone else who wants to express their opinion." ”

Probably because everyone thought it was a bit boring to answer such a question, and after 10 seconds, no one stood up.

Ruggiero sighed, then repeated the black guy's words, "It's a little boring. ”

"That's a good point. ”

"I was also a little bored when I recorded it last night. ”

This time, Ruggiero's words seemed to explode in the audience.

No one had known that it was played by Ruggiero, and the black lad who had just said that he was bored was embarrassed.

However, Qin Jian didn't feel anything, and everyone present knew that as the world's top violinist, Ruggiero was not a character who specialized in playing the piano at all.

Qin Jian suddenly had an idea, if everyone knew that this was the Ra Er played by Lu Gero before the music sounded, would the picture be a little different at this time?

After all, there is one thing to say, his performance is already very good.

"Very well, the main purpose of our symposium on Sergey's works is to say what you have in mind. ”

As Ruggiero spoke again, the hall fell silent again.

There was a pause.

"Next, let's move on. ”

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers again, and the music played.

The crisp and passionate chord beats sounded, and everyone got it.

"Rahe's Prelude in G minor. ”

The answer has already been said.

When the sonorous performance lasted about 10 seconds, the vast majority of those present could be sure that it was not played by Ruggiero.

"This prelude in G minor is a bit interesting, and most people would never dare to play it at such a slow tempo. Qin Jian said in his heart, "I can't play this kind of temperament." ”

"I don't know who played it. ”

Soon, five minutes passed.

A crisp snap of the fingers.

Ruggiero walked to the front of the stage, holding the microphone like a speaker, "The old rules, who will talk about it." ”

This time, no one dared to raise their hands suddenly.

Seeing that no one responded, Ruggiero frowned pretendedly, and then smiled, "Then I'll talk about it first." ”

"I've never heard such a slow prelude in G minor, but I have to say that the music is fast-paced, layered, and full of bass harmony. ”

Ruggiero raised his hand after speaking, "Next." ”

Sure enough, behind him an Asian face stood up, a middle-aged Korean man with eyes.

Translation: "I don't quite agree with you, I think Rahe's work should have the tempo he deserves, and I had the privilege of listening to the acoustic CD of Rahe's Prelude in G minor, and I think the two are far from the same. ”

Ruggiero nodded. "Great view. ”

"Anything else?" he said, his gaze returning to Shigeto.

Judging from the reactions of the audience, it seems that many people are inclined to the views of Koreans.

"Okay. Ruggiero nodded stupidly, "Please give a little applause to the head of our piano department, Mr. Leon Carvalro." ”

Then, in the first row, a middle-aged Russian man with thick hair stood up.

He turned and bowed to the group.

How could everyone not understand what was going on, and naturally there was an uproar.

Leon Carvallo, as the representative of the Russian piano active on the world stage today, is almost known to almost everyone who is doing it.

Just, just.

Is it just that he deliberately played the prelude in G minor so slowly?

"Thank you. ”

Ruggiero said, his expression slightly serious.

"The next piece I'm going to play, the performer is still there, maybe someone in the room. ”

Almost everyone in the audience made a little noise, and suddenly the whole hall seemed a little chaotic.

"But one thing you can rest assured is that no one will know who will play this piece. ”

"If you know each other, please follow the rules of the game and don't say it. ”

"Thank you.

With that, he snapped his fingers again.

The music is back.

This time you heard the orchestra's prelude.

"Pull three. ”