After lunch, He Jing told Qin Jian not to wait for dinner, and then simply put on light makeup and left the house.

Qin Jian was left alone in the room again.

It's time for a lunch break.

But Qin Jian didn't choose to rest, came to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, splashing water on his face with a handful, the cold water temperature seemed to make people wake up for a short time.

After a while, Qin Jian wiped the water droplets on his face, came out of the bathroom and sat directly in front of the piano.

Lifting the lid, he shook his head violently as he watched the staggered keyboards, trying to leave the emotions and thoughts in his mind behind.

After a short period of calm, Qin Jian felt that it was almost time to start.

Open the eighth piece of Beethoven's sonatas.

It's still the first movement.

Raise your hand and drop your fingers, and the piano sounds.

After the chord was pressed, Qin Jian counted the beats more carefully, for fear of making a mistake.

Originally, there were only 4 beats in the first measure, and Qin Jian changed to 8 beats to ensure the absolute precision of the rhythm.

As a group of chords enter and switch unmistakable, the first three bars of the introduction are perfectly passed.

When it came to the last sentence of the fourth measure, which was densely lit with cadenzas, Qin Jian paid even more attention.

Recalling the fingering of the old car, all the attention was divided into the five fingers of the right hand.

Seeing that a series of gorgeous and delicate sounds were about to be completed, but just when the last note of the whole sentence in the fourth measure 're' was about to connect with the first note of the fifth measure 'falling mi', the two notes that should have been completed in a melodic line were involuntarily raised their wrists when Qin Jian finished playing 're', so he did not press 'descending mi' directly after the 're' sounded softly.

Therefore, what should have been said in one breath suddenly came to the last word with a big gasp.

In the end, the whole phrase ended in failure.

Again.

......

"Not strong enough!"

......

"Pedal delay!"

......

"The octave expression of the left hand is not enough!"

......

"The right hand trembles and the fingers are not good!"

......

Every place that did not meet the auditory experience, Qin Jian would interrupt himself and stop.

Halfway through the afternoon, the progress and efficiency are not more than half of the morning.

Compared with the morning, Qin Jian did become more strict with himself in the afternoon practice.

However, this kind of harshness does not bring an increase in efficiency, but a more and more impetuous state.

So much so that in the end, the increasingly noisy sound of the piano caused Qin Jian to have to stop.

......

Stopping the music in one place at random, Qin Jian retracted his hand unwillingly.

He exhaled lightly.

Looking at the black and white keyboard again, the anxiety in my heart that could barely be suppressed surged up.

......

Disorderly.

After communicating with He Jing at noon, Qin Jian sorted out the game before and after and found that his emotions didn't seem to be so flat about the game.

Participating in this competition, originally just responded to He Jing, coupled with the pressure from the family, in the absence of a choice, he could only agree, although he only had a pitiful more than 400 worship points in his hand at that time.

Although I have been preparing for this competition with all my heart since then, even including planning a small concert in Blossom Lane, it is also to save enough worship value before and after the competition.

However, Qin Jian has always felt that his mentality towards the competition is peaceful and positive, whether it is the selection of the first round of repertoire, or the judgment of the second round of repertoire, and even the third round of repertoire after the hypothetical promotion, it is already in the process of conception and design.

How to prepare for the competition, how to plan the practice plan, and even the results of the competition, Qin Jian has been doing work for himself, for the preparation of the current stage, and for the psychological construction of the next stage.

Originally, I always looked at the fact that I was going to participate in the competition from a third-person perspective, constantly reminding myself of what I must do now, what I need to overcome, and what I don't have to care about.

This is the virtue that an adult should have for himself, and it is better to prevent fire before it happens, Qin Jian has always felt so.

Therefore, Qin Jian believes that the tension has always come from the value of the tattoo on his left hand and the fast-paced life.

But from noon to now, Qin Jian seemed to find that the whole person was in a state of anxiety.

Anxiety about this game.

From He Jing's point of view, participating in this competition may open up a shortcut for her to go on to higher education.

With his father's character, he must have felt that since he could get such an opportunity, he must rush it.

Although he was a substitute, Mr. Lin was able to give himself this precious place, which fully shows that the other party gave him affirmation, or that the other party saw a possibility through his revolutionary etude of less than five minutes.

So what does this game mean for you?

What happens after the game?

Return to Nanshi to continue earning worship points?

Participate in the art exam to review the cultural class, and go to college after the college entrance examination?

And then what?

It seems that at this moment, Qin Jian really thought about the meaning of this competition for himself.

Or rather, the road under your feet, how you will take it.

Where to go.

Sitting in front of the piano, Qin Jian felt a little out of breath, and came to the window with his coat on.

Feeling the chill coming from the window, Qin Jian subconsciously shrunk his neck and lowered his head.

Suddenly.

A book in the corner of the windowsill caught Qin Jian's attention.

"Identity Anxiety"?

After seeing the title of the book clearly, Qin Jian suddenly felt a little interesting when he thought of He Jing holding such a book in his hand with a tense face.

I don't know what the anxiety of a strong woman is.

Qin Jian has never been interested in this kind of book, but when the time comes, he still picks it up casually.

The moment the page was opened, a photograph suddenly fell out of the middle.

"Huh?"

Qin Jian bent down and picked up the photo.

This is~

After carefully observing the expressions of everyone in the photo, his eyes finally returned to the unhappy face of the little boy.

"I've been dishonest since I was a child, and I have to make a fuss when I take a photo on my birthday. ”

Looking at the family photo of a family of four in the photo, Qin Jian's mood relaxed a little.

I haven't seen this photo for more than ten years.

It turned out that he had been taken by He Jing all the time. ”

Fingers lightly swiped over the parents standing on the left and right sides, looking at He Jing, who was holding his arm tightly.

Qin Jian suddenly felt a sense of security in his heart for no reason.

Thank you.

......

Long.

It wasn't until Qin Jian's arm holding the photo was a little numb that he inserted the photo back into the book and laid the book as it was.

During this time, no one knew what he was thinking.

......

The afternoon sun scattered through the glass in the hut of 206, feeling the temperature of the sun on his face, Qin Jian felt much happier in his heart.

Although he still hasn't found the exact path in his heart, Qin Jian seems to be aware of the significance of this game.

Turning his head to look at the hanging mirror.

The sunny boy under the age of eighteen in the mirror has sharp and angular facial features, pure and clean.

Moment.

Looking at the young man in the mirror, Qin Jian opened his mouth.

"Do you like the piano?"

"Like. ”

"Why do you like it?"

"Because I like it. ”

Well, Qin Jian nodded at the mirror, seemingly extremely satisfied with this answer.

For a while, I was in a good mood.

Gradually, his eyes also showed a little different from the past.

The eyes of the teenager should be full of curiosity and longing for the world.

The enthusiasm and dreams of teenagers should be full of imagination and adventurous spirit.

"It's just a game, maybe there will be a bigger stage in the future?"

Qin Jian raised his left hand, and the tattoo in the sun was still exquisite.

The hands are interlocked, and the panel is instantaneous.

"Hey~ who knows. ”

Looking at the experience points on the panel, Qin Jian's eyes flickered.

（100/100）。

"If you have full XP, do you choose to level up?"

Listen to the chime in your ears.

The young man in the mirror, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised.