"The last player to play in this round - Fang Zongyao"

"Elected by the Organizing Committee of Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition. ”

"He will bring the following tracks"

"[Liszt's Estude for Supertechnique, Mazeppa.Presto]"

"Mentor Fu Hua. ”

......

"Is that so?"

Qin Jian tilted his head slightly, squinting at the center of the last row of judges' seats.

"Fang Zongyao turned out to be a student of the old dean. ”

As the broadcast fell.

The atmosphere in the hall became a little restless.

While the contestants were seated, a young figure slowly stood up, dressed in a black tuxedo, meticulous.

Under the gaze of everyone, he walked to the stage with an elegant gait.

Take a bow.

Then he sat down at the piano.

After adjusting the position of the piano bench, he also drew a handkerchief.

The young man under the warm lamp, his expression was full of tranquility, staring deeply ahead, only one hand holding a handkerchief and wiping back and forth on the piano keys.

Under the hazy light and shadow, it gradually seems that the whole person and the piano are one.

The audience waited quietly.

The boy finally rubbed the keys to his satisfaction, put away his handkerchief, and then put his hands on the piano, and after a few strokes back and forth, he finally fixed his position, about three octaves between his hands.

“Mazeppa”

"Allegro (Allegro)"

The boy's lips moved slightly.

Moment.

All five fingers are spread out, and one hand spans ten degrees across the treble area.

His arms sank violently.

Grab your hands on the keyboard at the same time, then immediately retract your movements, your hands stuck in the air.

'Click!'

An extremely shrill minus seventh chord with a short acoustic.

Quiescence.

The gap between one and a half beats was very short, and the young man exhaled and inhaled before he passed, and he grabbed and retracted with both hands.

'Click'

The toccata passage sentence resounds.

'Click', 'click', 'click'...

Looping the same body movements, the gaps between groups of chords are getting shorter and shorter, and the sound is getting lower and lower.

The boy's movements became lighter and lighter, until the last set of chords ended, and half of his body almost climbed onto the piano.

'Click-'

The last chord arpeggio fell, and the boy held it with both hands.

The whole stage was quiet again.

In less than ten seconds, the entire concert hall was no longer the stage for the competition.

The atmosphere was like a concert scene.

The performers on the stage use the dialogue between their bodies and the piano to attract every face in the audience.

The leftmost man in the first row of the judges' bench, who had been dozing off, also sat up slowly.

Looking at the young man with a rising body on the stage, his originally sloppy eyes gathered slightly, and the corners of his mouth moved.

"Cadenza. ”

The teenager on the stage moved again.

Raising his hands and moving the low range at the far left end of the keys, the ten fingers flowed densely.

From flowing to rolling.

From scrolling, I can no longer see the movement of my fingers.

The state of the player's fingers can only be guessed by the increasingly eerie and dense scales.

At the moment when the treble climbs to the top, three or two moments, it falls rapidly.

Oooo

A set of intense, tragic chords stirred up the whole musical image - Majepa under Liszt's characteristic big jump.

The leader of the legendary Cossacks.

“semper”

The boy leaned back, leaned again, and crossed his hands to jump wildly in various registers.

The unbridled sound of the piano is like a restless wild horse.

Rampage on this golden prairie.

Everywhere I went, it boiled instantly.

Matierpa.

The fourth piece of Liszt's Super Etude, along with the ghost fire, is definitely not less difficult than the ghost fire.

Bisonic running, ultra-big jumps, several variations of different voices, and the need for super endurance are all daunting piano techniques that have dissuaded countless players, many of whom have tried to pick up the score.

"Terrible young man. ”

The old man who had barely spoken in the last row of seats on the left, stared at the stage and shook his head, his brown pupils twitching up and down.

Long.

As the theme of the music in his ears changed again, the old man gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

“Canto”

The movements of the young man on the stage became sluggish, and the expression of the whole person was no longer excited.

The soothing between the eyebrows is also in the music.

Tone and key, transferred into the inner voice.

It seems to come out lyrically in a beautiful and peaceful state.

The large arpeggio of the boy's left hand glows with a certain vitality under the double notes of the right hand.

The hall is no longer agitated.

The notes in the air also turned into blue spirits, flying around each ear.

The breath of freedom is like grass in a puddle of mud after the end of the war.

Unrestrained ripples, with an ideal that has never been disillusioned.

Elegant sadness, calm sorrow.

The complex contradictory emotions are also like Liszt's life, in the dark and snowy, with the most brilliant skills of the king of the piano, writing a chapter of love and hate, like a deep imprint of fireworks in the air.

Brilliant as a classical letter.

Qin Jian didn't have time to wipe the corners of his eyes.

The melody changes again.

“Moderto”

The music became lighter.

The boy's hands fluctuated between heaving and undulating.

Tireless fingers, already swaying on the thorny road leading to the Arc de Triomphe.

The music was magnificent, and the golden light of the entire hall seemed to be magnificent.

Under the golden light, the undulating figure of the young man became clearer and clearer, and the theme reappeared between the black and white crochet.

...

The audience was breathing more and more rapidly.

The young man on the stage was getting sluggish and sluggish.

...

'Wow'

'Wow'

'Wow'

'Woo ————'

The last set of high, loud chords hovered for a long time at the very top of the concert hall like a golden horn of victory.

Until natural extinction.

...

It's over.

The boy's hands were retracted from the piano.

Got up and came to the center of the stage, smiling, confident and calm.

It's more like a curtain call, with the swallowtail behind him floating in the golden light, which is particularly conspicuous.

Waves of applause rang out at this scene.

Qin Jian's pupils trembled violently, and after a long time, he exhaled softly.

In the corner of the seat, Zhao Yinuo looked at the piano in a complicated way, not knowing what he was thinking.

Duan Ran's gaze was surprisingly not on the stage, and after the music ended, she also set her eyes in the middle of the last row of judges' seats, just like someone before.

Feng Ziyan pursed his lips and raised his hands reluctantly.

At this time, the faces of the contestants, who were still slightly immature, looked at the stage, with various expressions, as if they suddenly realized something.

'Selected by the Organizing Committee'

'Fu Hua's Student'

Under the spotlight, the dual identity of the teenager seems to have begun to ferment at this moment, injecting a different kind of color into the atmosphere of the stage.

At this moment, the same voice full of breath and majesty sounded in the hall.

"The first round is over. ”

Act I.

Fall.