Offstage.

Shen Qingci nodded and raised his hand.

At the moment when his hands were about to clasp together.

"!!Shh

A bright light hit the center of the pitch-black stage and landed straight on the black and white keys.

A pair of large slender hands rested between the black and white grids.

The ethereal choir and orchestra resounded, and in the darkness, seamlessly continued on the last beat of the last measure.

The next second.

That pair of hands.

Athletic hands raised high.

Like the light of fireflies falling.

"Wow!!"

"Wow!!"

Two soul-stirring chords awaken the sleeping piano.

It was as if two brilliant fireworks were splashed in the night sky.

One is called Deep.

One is called Enchanting.

Gradually, the halo spreads outward from the keyboard.

At this moment, the audience saw it clearly.

The conductor, dressed in a standard military uniform, threw down his baton and sat down at the piano.

He waved his hands.

His face was calm, but his movements were hideous.

With each of his blows, it was as if the strings of steel could not withstand it.

But the violent and scorching sound of the piano pushed the music to a climax again.

"It's a step away!!!"

A scream from the audience rang out, and the screams that could no longer control their emotions rang out.

"One step away!!!"

An exclamation followed.

That's when it happened.

Huang Cheng, who was in the backstage control room, was wearing headphones, looking at the stage picture on the screen, and gently pressed the button of his left hand with his left hand.

...

"Whew!!"

Another light hit the stage.

Everyone subconsciously turned their eyes.

Under the second beam, Ning Qianxia was frozen in that picture.

It's like drawing a prison on the side of a piano.

Motionless.

In those dark seconds, no one knew what was happening on stage

It's just that a large part of the left corner of her bohemian dress was ripped off, and her left leg completely leaked into the air.

Looking down her leg, next to her crystal white left foot was a rag shoe, and next to the shoe were several pieces of gray linen.

The vocals of the four choruses and the rousing orchestra create the most stable harmonic stage for the piano.

This gave Qin Jian's unbridled imagination in front of the piano the greatest room to be displayed.

He spared no effort to squander his talents.

At this moment, everyone's eyes returned to him.

At this moment, they recalled the young man's resume.

He was the piano champion of the Huayun Competition, and a Paganini-themed rhapsody was a sensation.

In Tokyo, he was debated by the jury for his passionate stamping of the third movement in the junior final.

Stay.

"But that's it. ”

In the face of doubts, he used silence and madness to dominate the Mozart group, swept all walks of life in Asia to interpret Mozart's leaders, and flew to Vienna with the voice of the Chinese people as the first place in Asia, and went to the hometown of classical music.

On the stage of the Golden Hall, he performed an elegy for Mozart K491 and won a very important trophy for the Chinese piano world.

He was the first Chinese to win the piano championship at the Mozart Music Competition.

He is regarded as an idol by the new generation of classical music dreamers in China, and he is praised by Western classical music critics as the young Mozart of the East.

It is rumored that after the race, he turned down the olive branch offered by the Vienna State Conservatory, which was coveted by countless people, and he turned down the stage offered to him by Radio Austria for 27 concerts.

He turned down a shortcut to fame that seemed to everyone to be the fastest.

The end of May.

He disappeared into the airport in Vienna.

When he reappeared in the limelight, he became a freshman in musicology at the Huaguo Conservatory of Music.

There are many people who know him, but very few have seen him play the piano.

Gradually.

The sound of his piano seems to have been forgotten as an ordinary college student.

At the end of September, when he sat in the center of the stage again, in front of the piano.

At this time, he did not play Rachmaninoff, did not play Beethoven, did not play Mozart, did not play Chopin, and even the piano part of the Habanera he did not participate.

He just changed a catchy tango dance tune.

One step away.

But when the piano really sounds.

The crowd seemed to see.

The young man who had been invincible on the field came back with a dazzling tattoo on his left hand.

...

One step away, a tango tune full of the decadent mood of capitalism.

...

At midnight, someone had a flash of inspiration.

...

"Why should I jump?" Ning Qianxia's voice was very soft, and she took the phone and lay down on the pillow gently.

She had just dragged her tired body to the bed and sang bel canto all night, she didn't dare to speak hard, the density of Qin Jian's rehearsal had already made her voice on the edge of the limit, she was already too tired, she just wanted to sleep at the moment.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

"I've already figured out that I'm going to take the last four bars of Carmen's music in one step, and I think it's a good fit for both the harmonic connection and the rhythmic transition at the end. ”

One step away, Ning Qianxia smiled lightly, she already understood Qin Jian's thoughts.

"But why should I jump?" she said again.

There was silence on the phone again.

This time there was a long silence.

"Ding. Suddenly, a soft piano sound rang on the phone.

Ning Qianxia frowned, "You have to stay up late again." ”

There was a wry smile on the phone, "It's not like I've been thinking about choosing music, I can't sleep when I lie down anyway, I'm about to go on stage, I'll tell you the truth, I've been a little anxious lately." ”

"Where are you?" Ning Qianxia sat up slowly.

"I'm at school. ”

"Where are you, I ask?" Ning Qianxia asked again.

"School Building 309. ”

"Wait for me. After hanging up the phone, Ning Qianxia got up from the bed, casually put on a skirt and walked towards the door.

"It's so late, what are you doing?" the cutie poked her head out of the mosquito net.

"Dance. ”

Ning Qianxia said and pushed the door away, "You don't have to wait for me to sleep." ”

...

"Why are you here?"

"Bounce it to me. ”

"Sorry, you can't come in this classroom. ”

"I know, you can play, I'll listen in the hallway. ”

...

The midnight tango resounded in the corridor.

Moment.

Under the light and shadow, in the dim corridor, a figure danced to the rhythm.

She spun, without the slightest upward movement, with an indomitable momentum.

She lifted her toes, and the points of her feet landed on her toes.

That's right now.

On stage, swaying under the beams of light, indulging her dance steps around the black streamer piano in the midst of desperate music, she turned and leaped, stirring the skirt of her right hand.

Skipped the piano player's side face.

Qin Jian raised his hand again, and with a push, the music was sent to the final climax.

A blow is like commanding thousands of troops on the stage.

The orchestra, the choir, no longer suppressed, is full of firepower and sings.

Light and shadow intertwined.

She controlled every part of her body, leaning her whole body perfectly in the music, staring directly at the person in front of the piano.

At the end of the music.

Two beams of light overlapped in front of the piano.

Ning Qianxia pulled the flower out of her chest, at the last moment before it ended.

Toss the rose high in your hand.

Qin Jian pressed the last chord and raised his head slightly.

The whole concert hall was silent.

Everyone looked at the flower in the sky.

Like a light feather, it landed on the left-hand side of the keyboard.

Ning Qianxia wanted to reach out and touch the flower through Qin Jian's back.

Her hand was only an inch away from the flower.

At her feet, she was just a step away from the piano.

It's just that at this moment, the end of the music is completely gone.

The gypsy girl didn't seem to be anymore.

A pure tear fell from the corner of her eye.

..

Freeze frame.

...

Can be Tango.

From the moment of the dance.

There is no retreat.