"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

The string players move in unison, and the staccato sound seems to force people to make a final decision.

The whole stage was covered with an unusually tense atmosphere.

The plucking sound lasted less than three seconds.

Qin Jian subconsciously raised his hand to press the buttons, and while following the music, his eyes swept over the introduction of the item again.

Chris's Crazy Potion

'After use, you can randomly deduct 1-5000 worship points from the contract body, and the worship points obtained in the next 6 minutes will have a chance to appear ?5, ?10, ?50 effects'

No matter.

Qin Jian leaned forward, and pressed two sets of triplets again under his ten fingers.

"Yes. ”

With a light sigh, he made his choice.

Immediately after, on the translucent space panel, a pale red crystal square bottle rose from the object compartment.

Suddenly exploded in mid-air.

A red light flashed in front of Qin Jian's eyes.

'Ding, deduct 4296 worship points. ”

"Me. ”

'Chris's Crazy Mode On'

As the prompt sounded in his ear, Qin Jian's expression changed, his left hand trembled, and the triplet he was playing showed a slight fluctuation.

This moment also made some of the judges frown slightly.

There was a slight stutter in the otherwise smooth music.

However, for the general audience, the melody is still gorgeous and colorful.

Two seconds later.

'Worship from Song Lotus +30'

'Worship from Lee De Chae +100'

'+150 Worship from from'

'+200 Worship from you'

Looking at the dense information that emerged, Qin Jian's hanging little heart gradually fell.

The upper body is slightly tilted, the gaze is refocused, and between the arms open and closed, the last few notes of the nineteenth variation are waved down.

Side.

Hearing that the piano was no longer swaying, Liao Linjun also relieved his heart.

She was closest to the piano, and she clearly felt that Qin Jian was a little distracted in the performance of the three bars just now, and some of the notes were almost on the verge of losing rhythm.

Thankfully, he's back.

At the same time, Liao Linjun changed his bow posture again, and the entire violin voice moved collectively

The sound of dense string pulling buzzed like a wasp.

Qin Jian once again knocked on a new chapter sonorously and powerfully.

Twentieth variation, lively.

On the delicate pattern of the violin, the piano plays the theme.

The clash of Rachmaninov's and Paganini's musical wisdom burst out again.

In the audience, every pair of ears was silent in the enchanting world of music.

When someone praises the composer's vast and magnificent work.

Some people were impressed by the dexterous hands of the black-clad young man in front of the piano.

If a composer wants to express the wild and uninhibited world in his musical works, the performer must rely on perfect technique.

This iron law.

Paganini's Rhapsody on a Theme, a sparkling jewel of works from the Romantic period, reveals an endless amount of free-spirited beauty with every note of every variation.

In the absence of command.

Qin Jian used very subtle, small prolonged notes to make the whole variation of the musical counterpoint texture come alive.

Suddenly, the music changed again.

I saw that the angle between the arms and the body of the young man in front of the piano expanded again with a greater amplitude.

The whole person almost lay on the piano.

Variation 21, a staccato piano triplet.

The timbre of the piano is instantly filled with an eerie metallic sheen.

Qin Jian looked at his hands intently, ignoring the sweat on his temples.

Every time he drops his fingers, the moment his nails press the key, he raises his hand to look at it and play the next note again.

The battering hammer inside a specially tuned Steinway piano also became extremely sharp at this moment.

But it's different from Kwex's thin voice.

When the heavy Steinway's keys become sensitive, it is like a sniper rifle turning into a submachine gun's rate of fire.

Qin Jian didn't seem to be satisfied with the current touch key volume.

With a single thought, he concentrated all his strength on his hands.

The power of the dreadnought potion instantly infused between the ten fingers.

The next second.

The whole stage seems to be undergoing a baptism of bombardment.

"Ding. ”

At this moment, Qin Jian clicked the key violently, and suddenly an extremely subtle sound came from his ears.

"Discover a skill book. ”

Background.

Including Old Porter, the technicians of the major piano companies were wide-eyed, and they didn't even need to play through the loud sound on the big screen, and the piano sound could be heard directly from the stage door on one side.

"God. ”

A Steinway technician from the national factory shook his head incredulously.

The barrage in the live broadcast room finally broke out at this moment.

'I can't see clearly!!'

'Damn, this is a human hand!?'

'Oh my God, only Steinway & Sons can be devastated like that.'

‘6666666666’

'It's a cool way to play, too'

'Didn't you notice?

'The music has changed, and it has reached the 22nd variation'

'Marching style'

On stage, the symphony orchestra played a fragment of the theme.

The piano sounded a group of neat column chords, like a neat military parade.

Qin Jian guided his concentration to the maximum, and carefully distinguished the strength of the music again in the violent sound.

Trying to re-divide the layers in the dense intensity.

By this time, the bandage on his left hand had gradually unraveled.

But the song has reached its final chapter.

Strike the last chord.

Qin Jian lowered his head, and drew a high-pitched brilliance with his right hand.

At the same time, the left hand extends its index finger and turns towards the percussion wrist behind the orchestra.

The next second.

The big cymbal and timpani struck fiercely at the moment when Qin Jian waved his hand.

The twenty-third variation rises in response.

The percussion sounded instantly, and only the sustain of percussion wafting in the air and the musical theme played by Qin Jian were left on the stage.

With the rapid finger movement and high-speed movement of the left hand, the area of the back of the hand wrapped in gauze becomes less and less.

Qin Jian didn't know that the close-ups of his hands had been recorded under various lenses.

At this moment, all that remained in his mind was an irrepressible urge and a quick flip through the band's score.

"Get it done!"

Gritting his teeth, he endured the soreness of his arms from the violent vibrations.

Qin Jian moved his body, his hands staggered and played, and under the foreshadowing of the orchestra's theme, a vertical brilliance burst out again.

"Ding, Discovery"

With a jingle, the bandage on Qin Jian's left hand fell off.

Under the catharsis of power, it fell to the ground of the stage flutteringly.

The next second.

All the musicians moved in unison.

The whole stage, under the magnificent golden symphony, became brighter and brighter.

The final movement.

Variation 24, the pinnacle of magnificence.

All the audience at the scene were almost overwhelmed by the huge symphonic momentum.

Percussion group, fire on.

The horn of the brass group broke through the stage sound cover.

Wooden pipes hovered over the golden sky and dotted the hall.

The whole string ensemble sets the stage for this final solemn scene.

In front of the piano.

Qin Jian's body returned to straightness, and his expression was solemn.

But the hands moving back and forth did not slow down.

The notes are getting denser and denser, and his hands are getting faster and faster.

Under the orchestra's last performance of the Doomsday Sutra, the mysterious melody of the piano broke through the shackles in an instant.

Feel the angry day that is almost hot.

At this moment, Qin Jian closed his eyes.

The image from the introduction resurfaced in my mind.

Rachmaninoff's gaze was withdrawn from the purple lilac flower, and his left hand, which was holding the quill, rose.

In the last measure belonging to the staff, the last note of the Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini is written.

The score in the picture became clearer and clearer until Rachmaninov wrote the last stroke.

At this moment, the orchestra instantly burst into incomparable momentum.

Qin Jian's hands jumped up and fell suddenly.

"Wow————"

Quiet, the entire Chime Concert Hall fell into a dead silence.

Inside a rest room.

Duan Ran had already turned to the last page of the score.

The eyes remain on the last measure.

The handwriting on the side is still scribbled—

"Rakhnaninov, a clove that never withers. ”