() Fierce contradictions and conflicts arise in the beginning.

With two chords that pierced the void, the entire opera hall entered a strange atmosphere.

Everyone's attention had to be on the boy's hands.

I saw the young man's hands playing calmly.

On the back of his left hand, the green tendons that had flown up from playing chords had not subsided.

Up and down, one pushing the lead forward.

The vibrato of the right hand locks the music in a tight space all the time.

With the cooperation of the left and right hands, the music slowly creeps forward in the depression.

The melody interspersed in the first five bars is being told in a narrative tone.

In the mournful minor-key musical texture, it is like a tragic scene.

It is different from the image of a giant with a fighting spirit that Qin Jian will create in the first movement of Pathos.

Fang Zongyao is more like telling a story, and the beginning of the story composes a dark depression.

There is no light in sight.

Sets of clear, slow column chords pace out of the castanets, and the lower octaves that follow them flicker and darken.

"Click-"

With the flickering of his right wrist, a very weak chord locks in the final melodic motive.

The figures on the stage also fell into a ban as the chord notes disappeared.

But faintly from the center of the stage, there was a cluster of extremely small fluctuations.

Gradually.

Gradually.

The audience noticed that the left hand of the young man in front of the piano seemed to move suddenly.

It seems that the rapid swing of the index finger and middle finger up and down has caused the green tendons on the back of the hand to reappear.

"Wow————"

With another chord in the boy's right hand, the strong chord sounded.

This time, everyone saw it clearly.

The middle and index fingers of the boy's left hand were swinging wildly at a close distance from the keyboard.

With the amplitude of movement, the volume of vibrato coming from the piano becomes louder and louder.

At the critical point of speed.

suddenly

"W-"

The right hand also joins in the fast and dense run after the last chord is played.

The synchronized fast fingers of both hands appeared.

Again, there is no preparation of 'er&bp&bpbrppt'.

"Passionate and glorious Allegro. ”

Fang Zongyao used absolute control to perfectly interpret the introduction of the eighteen-bar on YHFX.

The presentation part of the music is turned on.

The struggle of the main theme is no longer suppressed under his rapidly waving hands.

Up to 30 minutes of catharsis.

This is where it begins.

Qin Jian didn't understand why Fang Zongyao's performance was full of so many complicated emotions.

Starting from a solemn and strong introduction is like breaking through the shackles.

But it has always remained on the edge of reason.

The thirty-two, which was supposed to be grandiose, should be majestic, chaotic and even fiery.

But there is only unwillingness, resentment, and restraint in his tune.

From the theme of the first movement, the motive that should be impactful does not appear in his performance, and everything he does is treated as if it were a vent.

Everywhere the notes go, there is only showmanship.

"The handling of the unfolding section is too casual. ”

Qin Jian frowned.

He hadn't practiced No. 32, but this piece was very familiar to him.

"After the introduction, it was like a different person playing. ”

In another corner of the backstage, Feng Ziyan looked at the figure playing on the screen and couldn't stop asking.

"I'll go, what's the situation?"

With this curiosity, it is not only among the contestants, but also on the judges' bench, the expressions of many judges have shown that their auditory experience at the moment is not good.

At this point the second movement, like a song's adagio.

There is no lyricism, straight with a slightly hazy precursor to variations.

"The flow of triplets is too bright. ”

"There is no difference in the five variations, only a variety of techniques. ”

"What is he doing?"

The most central location of the auditorium.

It belongs to the best visual and acoustic seats in the entire opera hall.

A middle-aged man dressed neatly dressed and with a dignified face was sitting in the center of the table.

At this moment, his face was extremely ugly.

As he stared at the stage, his eyes flashed with anger.

As the music became more and more sloppy, even the surrounding audience whispered.

The man felt a buzz in front of him, and held on until the moment the music was hastily ended.

Without waiting for the applause, he got up and walked towards the door of the opera hall without looking back.

Under applause.

On the stage, the teenager under the warm lamp stood in the center of the stage, looking at the audience.

The corners of his mouth opened slightly.

He smiled.

On the judges' bench, looking at this scene, Fu Hua sighed softly, and then patted the figure on the side.

The semi-finals of the piano group of the 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition lasted for 4 hours, and the competition stage officially ended after Fang Zongyao's bowing and leaving.

Next, the entire jury bench was busy.

The intense work began, and the 14 scoring judges handed over their scoring sheets to the staff.

Under the announcement, the statistician began the final ranking calculation.

Originally, the entire hall could have ended, but the vast majority of the audience did not leave.

It seems that everyone is waiting for the moment when the final results will be announced.

Even the off-site audience who sat in front of the TV all the time.

Background.

Qin Jian returned to the door of the women's dressing room.

At this moment, the door has been reopened.

Qin Jian poked his head in.

At this moment, Duan Ran had already changed back into his clothes and looked at the big screen above his head.

"Nervous?"

Qin Jian asked suddenly.

"Not nervous. ”

Duan Ran turned his head and looked at the half of Qin Jian's leaking head and smiled.

"Come in and sit. ”

Ten minutes later.

The judges' bench was finally quiet.

A staff member hurried backstage with a form in hand.

Moment.

In the center of the stage, the host walked up from the backstage.

"Thank you, judges, teachers,

"Thank you to all the contestants"

"Thank you to the audience in front of the TV and in front of the TV"

"Next, I will announce the list of finalists. ”

"Sixth place, selected by the Organizing Committee of Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition, Fang Zongyao. ”

Applause.

"Fifth place, selected by Yanjing Musicians Association, Feng Ziyan"

Applause.

"Fourth place, selected by the Hui Provincial Musicians Association, Qi Feng"

Applause.

"Third place, selected by the Haishi Musicians Association, Zhao Yinuo"

Applause.

"Second place, selected by the Quanzhou Musicians Association, Qin Jian"

Applause.

"First place, Duan Ran"

Applause.

Applause.

Torrential applause swept through the entire opera hall, and the audience collectively stood up and dedicated their applause to the final stage.

"The final of the piano group will be held at 7 p.m. on the 16th of this month

"Start on time at the Chime Concert Hall of the National Centre for the Performing Arts

With the host's thanks again and the final official event time announced, the semi-finals of the piano category are officially over.

Under the stage.

The audience dispersed.

All the staff also entered the final call of work.

Background.

A powder room.

"Hey, why didn't you pick a unit?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm a person with no identity. ”