"Oh, I see. ”

After listening to Nobuyuki Tokai's half-hour-long narration, Natsuki Aso looked at his teacher with some regret, "Teacher, have you ever held a grudge against that man for this?"

"Hold a grudge?"

Nobuyuki Shitsui frowned when he heard this, and quickly waved his hand and shook his head, "I have never thought about such a question, I am grateful to him for letting me hear how pianists living in Asia express Chopin's piano." ”

Saying that, Nobuyuki Tokai sighed, and his face showed regret, "He had the opportunity to win that highest honor, but I don't know why he chose to give up before the final." ”

"Teacher, are you referring to the highest honor of the Chopin Competition?" Aso Natsuki didn't know much about this paragraph.

"Yes, that year, almost the whole European piano world was waiting for him to win the championship, and even some of the old diehards of the Polish Chopin Research Association had to admit that this young man from China seemed to have been born for Chopin. ”

Shikai Nobuyuki's expression changed again as he spoke, and he suddenly laughed, "Ha, now that I think about it, I'm really an unpredictable person, just like the piano under his ten fingers." ”

"Perhaps he never understood how sacred the Chopin Competition was for those who wanted to do it," said Nobuyuki Tokai, "and perhaps only such a person could get closer to the true meaning of music." ”

As the man's voice fell, the room fell silent for a moment.

"Teacher, can you tell me more about the Chopin Competition?" asked Natsuki Aso suddenly.

As if sensing a different emotion in the girl's tone, Nobuyuki Tokai smiled and didn't say anything for a while.

He just fumbled with both hands to fasten the lid, picked up the blind cane beside him, and slowly came to the window.

Long.

“iional piaion”

"It's the top piano competition named after Chopin, at least in my heart."

Softly, Tokai Shinyuki pushed open the glass window, and a damp sea breeze blew in with the moisture.

"Held every five years, at Chopin's hometown of the Warsaw Philharmonic Hall. ”

"The most famous pianists from all over the world will gather to compete in the most impartial competition in the eyes of the world in the form of all Chopin's works......"

"Every year, there are all kinds of voices coming out, and I can't describe the feeling...."

"Wonderful..."

.......

The man looked out the window and spoke intently

The more the girl listened, the more obsessed she became, and gradually an inexplicable sense of yearning arose in her heart.

“...”

.......

"And the contestants who can stand out in the end have all become the hottest pianists without exception..."

.......

"The trophy of a Chopin Competition champion is not only the crowning achievement of a pianist's career, but also a great honor for the cultural field of a country. ”

"After 1970, with the rapid growth of the economy, a large number of pianists in China went to the Chopin Competition. ”

"That's something we're proud of, because there were almost no yellow people in that arena in the previous editions. ”

Shibuyuki said with a sudden sigh.

"So far, we haven't been on the top podium. ”

Hearing this, the girl's heart suddenly twitched, as if she was stumped by something, and at this moment, her ears rang again.

"But my generation has never been discouraged. ”

"I think one day we'll have a trophy of our own. ”

"It may be a long time. ”

"But I believe that day will come. ”

Nobuyuki Tokai suddenly turned his face, and under the light, his lifeless eyes seemed to bloom at this moment.

"Because there are still you. ”

"Because there's us—" The girl muttered, her pupils constricting violently.

Suddenly, a sense of ritual rose in her heart, and at this moment, the little grievances and accusations that still remained in her heart seemed to have lost their weight and were never seen again.

Long.

The girl exhaled deeply, and a smile regained on her little face.

She said softly, "Teacher, I also believe that there will be that day." ”

.......

Unconsciously, a small seed in my heart was planted at the age of 17 of Natsuki Aso.

.......

And a long time passed.

The cold air in the room already made people shiver unconsciously.

"Teacher, you haven't told me about any interesting people you met today. ”

The girl got up and helped the teacher to the couch, and when she turned to close the window, she noticed for the first time how beautiful Tokyo Bay was at night, as if it were covered with a veil of various colors.

"Him. ”

"I think he must be an interesting guy. ”

Nobuyuki Tokai pondered and muttered for a moment.

"His piano is more elusive than Shen Jun. ”

When the girl heard this, she turned her head in surprise, her eyes full of incredulity

"Teacher. ”

"Tell me about it, please. ”

.......

.......

Night has come.

In the dimly lit hotel room, only a small area of thin moonlight is reflected in the window.

Qin Jian sat here, holding a dark red wine glass in his hand, looking out the window, his deep gaze motionless, as if he was thinking about something.

The phone on the bed is playing Beethoven's sonatas, random work numbers, random movements.

Suddenly, with the end of the end of life.

The next second.

Firm chords, brilliant brilliance, appeared without warning.

This moment.

Qin Jian's pupils moved.

......

"Do you want to spend 5,000 Worship Points to start Piano Sonata No. 23?"

"Yes. ”

With his choice, the panel flashed white.

On the sonata book in front of me, the gray table of contents of Sonata No. 23 gradually lit up.

Qin Jian glanced down at the value on the back of his hand, feeling a slight pain.

"Today is another dry day. ”

After drinking the remaining wine in the glass, Qin Jian put down the wine glass and walked to the bathroom, and after a while, the sound of the shower was intertwined with the sound of the piano from the mobile phone.

Beethoven Sonata No. 23.

Title.

Enthusiastic.

.......

The next morning, Qin Jian got up and called Liao Linjun as soon as he got up.

"Sister Lin Jun, I would like to apply to the organizing committee to change the repertoire of the final sonata. ”

"What are you going to change it to?"

"Replace pathos with passion. ”

Liao Linjun is on the way to the Sanli Concert Hall, where she will be a judge for the violin in the youth professional group for the next whole day, she has not heard Qin Jian's enthusiasm, and as the person in charge of the Chinese contestants in this competition, the date for her to apply for a change of repertoire for the contestants will be closed before 12 o'clock at noon.

"You only get one chance to change tracks, have you figured it out?"

"I know Sister Lin Jun, I thought about it, I'm sorry for you. ”

A moment later.

"Okay," Liao Linjun said a little helplessly, "There is still time, you can grasp it yourself, and after all the individual preliminary rounds, followed by the preliminary round of the ensemble group, you both have finished the individual events, so prepare well in the past two days." ”

"Don't worry, Sister Lin Jun. ”

After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian's mood was not calm.

"Whew. “

Lying on his back again, looking at the white ceiling.

This time.

Qin Jian still had an idea.