() "Click." ”

As the door is gently closed.

In Qin Jian's rest room, only Duan Ran was left looking at the empty doorway.

Moment.

Her gaze shifted to the score on the table.

Intrigued, she picked up the score, the worn-out cover with severe wrinkles.

"Sure enough, it's a rhapsody on a Paganini theme. ”

Muttering to the quaint cover, she turned the first page.

The first line of score has been altered beyond recognition.

However, the printed 'truze introduction' is still faintly visible at the beginning of the score.

Next to the introduction, Duan Ran struggled to make out the scribbled and somewhat familiar handwriting.

'Suppose one day all the music about Rachmaninov is forgotten by the world'

'I think the last thing left is a Paganini rhapsody'

"Hmm"

The girl's gaze stopped here, and her heart warmed up inexplicably.

In the center of the golden stage, Fang Zongyao came to the center of the stage with Conductor Nelson under continuous applause.

Behind him, a member of the Lesiby Symphony Orchestra also stood up.

With Fang Zongyao, he played down towards the audience.

At this moment, applause broke out again, and whistles and screams came one after another.

In the major live broadcast rooms, the word "champion" has been swiped

Even the judges were talking about it.

"The perfect performance has the formal elements followed by neoclassicism, and it also does not lose the spiritual connotation of modern musical thinking and machinery. ”

Indeed, it follows the rational, balanced, and objective principles of classicism. ”

"He was detached from the emotions of classicism, and it wasn't like any other round of playing, but this one was the most striking to me. ”

For Fang Zongyao's just-concluded Pusan Piano Concerto, the judges seemed to see the teenager who played Majepa in the first round again.

Cold, confident, silent but incomparably powerful.

With Fang Zongyao's final chic departure, the Lesiby Orchestra also withdrew from the stage.

Gradually, the auditorium fell silent.

A moment later, on the other side of the stage, a tall old foreign man came to the center of the stage with a brand new piano, taking the place of the conductor.

It's just the last scene, and not many people notice.

With that, a group of musicians from the Yenching Philharmonic Orchestra took the stage again.

However, only the position of principal violin was vacant.

Hectic and noisy backstage.

The door to a women's powder room was pushed open, and a woman slowly stepped out.

She wore a dark green bare-backed one-shoulder dress and long dress, holding a bow in her left hand and a crystal-shaped violin in her right hand.

As soon as she went out, she walked towards the door of the stage corridor.

At this moment, Xia Dong, who was guarding the entrance of the gate, looked at the woman who came from afar.

His gaze swept over the instrument in the other party's hand, "I haven't seen this instrument in seven or eight years." ”

The woman didn't answer, but just looked around, "What about the others?"

"I don't know where that kid went. Xia Dong shook his head, "It's okay, you go up first." ”

"The orchestra is up to you. ”

The woman smiled, "It's not my business. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and pushed the door on the stage.

"The last contestant to appear in the finals - Qin Jian, was selected by the Quanzhou Musicians Association. ”

As the host's announcement sounded again, the hall fell completely silent.

I saw an elegant woman wearing a dark green floor-length dress and holding a crystal violin silently walked onto the stage.

He sat down in the position of the first violin principal of the orchestra.

"Designated for the piano, Steinway type. ”

For this somewhat chic concertist, the vast majority of the audience was full of curiosity.

Especially the audience who came to the piano arena after watching the violin finals felt incredible.

"Repertoire of this round"

In the live broadcast room, the pot also exploded.

'Isn't this the same beautiful judge who appeared in the violin final just now?'

'Looks like she'————

'Damn, this can too'

‘6666666～’

'This woman seems to be holding a harp.'

'I have one too'

'Hehe, dare I ask which edition of the Medask Violin Piano Competition upstairs is the winner?'

During the judges' seat, the judges' eyes also widened.

Shen Qingci's gaze flickered.

"Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini"

"Instructor, He Jing"

"Concerto, Yenching Philharmonic Orchestra. ”

At this point in the broadcast, the host's voice stopped.

This moment.

The atmosphere of the entire Chime Concert Hall has gradually calmed down.

At the scene, in front of the mobile phone computer, in front of the TV, every pair of eyes were fixed on the door on the left side of the stage.

A moment later.

The door was pushed open.

A black figure slowly appeared.

In the close-up of the camera, the golden warm light hits the boy.

A well-defined black tuxedo is attached to his tall figure, and the white lining tuck into the bottom shirt accentuates his lean waist.

The high-waisted trousers are under the tuxedo with a short front and a long back, which perfectly accentuates his superior body proportions.

Simple and neat, full of aura.

I saw a slight rise and fall on the young man's chest, and then he took a step.

"Da"

"Da"

"Da"

"Da"

In the quiet hall, the sound of shoe roots rubbing against the stage floor echoed.

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded again at this moment.

And the atmosphere of the scene lacks more and more quietness.

No one seems to want to break this fantastic vibe.

Qin Jian approached the piano in the center of the stage step by step, feeling the strange silence in the air, and his breathing became more and more even.

The blank brain is filled with scenes of the past.

After about two moments, the black grand piano in his eyes gradually became clear.

The scorching lamp suddenly became less hot.

Turning around and facing the black-pressed audience, Qin Jian nodded lightly.

And the moment he turned around.

Next to the piano.

On the principal violinist's seat, a woman with a crystal violin was looking at him with a smile.

For a moment, Qin Jian was stunned.

The man who was supposed to be in the chief seat is gone.

Under the gaze of nearly two thousand pairs of eyes on the scene, Qin Jian's back seemed to be frozen.

But only a second later, I saw the woman get up and stretch out her right hand.

Seeing the opportunity, Qin Jian hurriedly walked in front of the other party in two steps.

He also stretched out his right hand.

"Is this a surprise?" the woman whispered.

"Count!"

Qin Jian glanced at the other party gratefully, although he didn't know why the other party appeared here, but his heart was inexplicably more steady.

And the woman smiled mysteriously and stopped looking at Qin Jian.

I saw her get up, step to Qin Jian's side, smile and face the audience, change to one hand to hold the piano, the head of the piano is close to her body, and make a gesture of please in the direction of Qin Jian.

Then.

And then under the countless gazes.

Bent down slightly.

The next second.

The entire orchestra erupted in loud applause.

Qin Jian was stunned.

The audience also applauded in this atmosphere.

The judges in the audience were also stunned.

They know the identity of a woman, and they know even more about the etiquette between the principal and lead performer of a symphony orchestra.

But the female principal with such an identity paid tribute to the highest etiquette of the symphony orchestra in front of an unknown teenager on such an occasion.

Under applause.

"For the next thirty minutes, the whole orchestra is handed over to you. ”

The woman whispered again, sitting back in her place.

"Thank you, Sister Lin Jun. ”

Qin Jian took a long breath and tried to calm the fluctuations in his chest.

Eyes on everyone in the orchestra, under every pair of smiling faces.

He also bent down deeply.

Return gifts.

Then his complexion changed, and his hands moved from his hips.

With the swallowtail floating in the warm light, I sat down in front of the piano.

The applause fell, and the Chimes Concert Hall fell silent again.

Qin Jian folded his hands.

The front panel appears.

"Focus on guidance. ”

"Open. ”

A wave of emotion welled up.

Eyes move to the black ring in the backpack again.

"Do you wear the day of wrath?"

"Yes. ”

'Click', a short mosaic sound sounded in my ears.

Calm last second.

In the next second, an invisible pressure, with a strong sense of absorption, made Qin Jian almost breathless.

For a moment, it was as if countless images flashed through my brain in a second.

Finally, it is frozen in a harsh winter twilight.

'The burning clouds on the horizon had dimmed, and the aged Rachmaninov sat under the eaves in his coat with a quill in his hand'

'His deep gaze was in front of him, a blooming purple lilac'

The suppressed suffocation in my heart broke out at this moment.

Qin Jian's eyes flashed, and the picture returned to the stage.

He raised his left hand calmly.

It's just that unconsciously, the wrapped bandages gradually loosened.