Robert's appearance is not quite a positive person.

Although he was dressed neatly at this time, he bowed to everyone with a smile on his face.

But a pair of triangular eyes and an overly narrow head still make it impossible to change the discomfort of its image.

However, there have always been many pianists who are not good-looking, and the result of the competition depends on the level of the piano.

Robert opens with a revolutionary etude, which may have something special to the Polish players.

Historically, many Polish players have started the first round of the Chopin Competition with a revolution.

Qi Feng should be glad that he was behind Robert.

As soon as Robert made his move, he embodied the essence of the Polish piano school more intensely.

He wasn't intense, at first glance it sounded like he was missing some of the screams of the music, but his playing was anything but passionate.

The melody is moderately measured in emotional expression throughout the text, and Robert's technique is free from the enthusiasm of the music that is purely outward, and he does not pursue the effect of appearance, which makes the musical statement appear much fuller and three-dimensional.

At this point, Qi Feng is inferior.

Playing by the same Polish school, Robert presents a kind of rigorous rationality in Polish music in the structure and layout of the last three pieces.

And there is no shadow of oriental aesthetics behind Qi Feng's performance.

After playing the four pieces smoothly, Robert stood up and bowed.

This time, many viewers have changed his appearance to a certain extent.

It has to be said that his revolution got his first round of fixtures off to a good start, and with the fact that he was the first Polish player to make his debut, he received cheers beyond applause due to home advantage.

The judges exchanged the results of Robert's round, but one Polish judge did not put pen to paper.

Judges are not allowed to score their disciples, which is the rule of the Chopin Competition.

As the scene gradually quieted down, a corner of the audience on the second floor.

"Teacher Qin, he will be next. ”

He Jing's voice was not loud, and Qin Gang could hear it clearly.

"It's making people nervous. Qin Gang looked at the stage and muttered in his mouth, holding his hands between his knees and rubbing them constantly.

This time, Fang Xuehua didn't count her husband's unpromising appearance, because she was also a little nervous.

In fact, she didn't understand the music at all, and she felt that the contestants just now were playing like performers.

As the host appeared again on the stage, He Jing's right hand hidden under the seat was also clenched.

...

In a lounge in the background, two fists, one large and one small, gently collided together again.

It's a little ritual before going on stage.

"Come on, Teacher Qin. ”

“mua～”

...

...

"The next player to appear is the No. 57 player from Huaguo, Qin Jian. ”

Born on February 22, 1996 in Huaguoquan Province, he is currently studying in the first year of undergraduate studies at Huaguo Conservatory of Music, studying under Liao Linjun, Shen Qingci, He Jing, and his piano initiation teacher is his father. He won first prize at the 6th Huayun Cup Youth Piano Skills Competition in China, won the gold medal in the Mozart International Music Competition in May of the same year, and released his first solo Mozart recording with the Berliner Philharmoniker in October. At the beginning of this year, he represented the Chinese Musicians Association at the Rachmaninov Symposium in Russia and performed as a guest on stage, and his Rachmaninov Piano Concerto No. 3 was widely praised at the 24th Bergen International Music Festival. ”

His repertoire for this round includes Etude in C minor 12C, Etude in A flat major, Nocturne in C sharp minor 1, and Witty Sonata in Op. 20b minor. ”

"He'll be playing a Steinway piano. ”

This slightly longer bio is written by the contestant based on the personal information of the contestants, and each contestant has it, and the length varies.

At the same time, English subtitles of this set of introductions will also appear on the TV screen outside the venue and on the screen of the live broadcast room.

Qin Gang couldn't understand English, but He Jing could hear it clearly.

Most of the players in the bench understood it, and perhaps this was another reason why they were in this group today.

Some of them were already a little surprised, Qin Jian's repertoire design broke the convention.

It was clear to everyone that 1 should not be present at the Chopin competition anyway, and it seemed a little too early for the first witticus in B minor to appear in the first round.

They pondered and wondered.

Waiting.

As the host left, two staff members replaced the Yamah piano on the stage and put it on a Steinway & Sons.

Moment.

Qin Jian's figure appeared from the rotating ascending staircase on the side of the stage.

He walked calmly onto the stage, still wearing the same black dress with a white lining.

It's just that the whole reminder is a little thinner than before, and the broken hair on the forehead is also a little longer.

The straight young man came to the piano and bowed lightly to the audience.

His bowing movement was not large, and his expression was indifferent, neither humble nor arrogant, nor sharp.

Then he sat down, methodically took out a white scarf and carefully wiped the 88 keys.

In the process of wiping, Qin Jian was also constantly adjusting his inner state.

This is his first step on the public stage after a year and a half.

Choosing music, practicing, polishing, choosing the piano, etc.

For this match, he did everything he could think of to prepare.

Sitting here today, he is not nervous, and he does not look back at his previous results.

As if it was a new beginning, he told himself to be 'ready'

He had a hunch that this Chopin competition should be the last time he competed in his life.

Then the next step is to enjoy the stage again.

Gradually, he felt the feeling that he hadn't been like for a long time.

Just like the feeling he felt when he first appeared on the stage of the Huayun Competition, he was a little nervous and a little excited.

His throat twitched, 'Good. ’

...

The audience in the audience and on the screen didn't know why the young man in front of the piano wiped the piano and suddenly smiled.

I saw that after he finished wiping the last key, he folded the handkerchief neatly and put it aside.

The next second.

He raised his hands.

At this moment, everyone stared at his hands tightly.

But at the moment when everyone thought that Qin Jian was about to fall suddenly, he suddenly put his hand down.

This made everyone lift the breath on their chests and unload it in an instant.

However, at this moment, except for a few people in the judges' seat, no one would have expected that Qin Jian's half-placed hands would suddenly rise into the air and strike the keys fiercely one after another.

"Wow!!!————"

Dissonant ninth chords erupt from the board amid Steinway's cry of pain!

One blow broke through everyone's psychological defenses!

Then the swift sixteenth notes were planted in everyone's heart like weeds, spreading like a torrent unloading the gates.

Branhano's scalp tingled for a while, and his eyes trembled as he looked at the stage.

This scene.

He sat in the dugout fifteen years ago.