'Huh'

There was another page turning sound in the room, and Qin Jian's gaze fell on the title of the beatmap of the second movement.

'Romance, Adagio, E major, nocturne style..'

His expression was indifferent, with only the occasional blinking of his eyelashes proving his wandering inner activity.

Duan Ran sat quietly opposite him with his legs crossed, looking at him quietly like this.

Under the soft warm light, time seems to have returned to the backstage of the Huayun Competition.

It was the same at that time.

Five minutes later, there were some voices and moving sounds from the backstage, and the staff began to prepare for the second half of the game.

Ten minutes passed, and the audience arrived at the seats one after another.

Fang Zongyao, Xia Shu, and Li Xianlong, the three finalists, returned to the scene during the intermission.

Sit back in the seats.

According to the vacant seats, Fang Zongyao sat on the left side of Rui Qi'er, and among the three, only he and Rui Qi'er were familiar with each other.

The two alumni greeted each other, and Richie smiled and said that Fang Zongyao's performance today was very good, and Fang Zongyao replied to the other party's praise with words of thanks.

The Russian spirit guy was in good spirits again today, and he was sitting in the front row with Fred whispering, and laughter rang out from time to time.

It seemed that both of them were in a good state of mind, but Edmundo sat on the edge without saying a word, looking a little dull, and his friend Robert sat next to him.

Li Xianlong took the initiative to find the side of the Brazilian little Lori sister, he greeted each other in fluent English, and the two quickly communicated, and they seemed to have established some good personal friendships after the competition.

At the end of a game, each player made some friends who they thought were good.

With three minutes to go before the start of the second half, the first bell rang in the concert hall.

In preparation for the opening, the entrance to the concert hall is closed.

The auditorium was lively, and everyone stood up or shrugged their shoulders, in short, they looked like they were going to cheer up.

Baudelaire and Vaughn, business partners and old friends, also showed the same look as ordinary spectators, and finally arrived at their most anticipated goal.

In all corners behind them, Qin Gang Sankou, Lin Chaoge, Duan Hong, Shen Qingci, Liao Linjun, Igraz, Old Bartender and Old Assad, and Old Haring.

Of course, Qin Jian's support is of course not only these people present.

In front of the screen watching the live broadcast outside the venue, there are little fat people who stay up late in Internet cafes alone, young conductors who have just finished a concert in Hong Kong City, the owner of 34 Barter Street, and all kinds of people scattered in every corner of the world.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for the entire Figaro Spring Society.

The same sleepless night also belongs to a corner of the South City.

At midnight, the Ink Garden community is quiet and dark, and a window with a light on is easy to be noticed by people returning home at night.

Inside the window, Ye Taotao was already asleep.

On the writing desk next to the bed, Ye Yi was writing something, and with the sound of 'ringing bell' on the mobile phone on the side, she hurriedly put down the pen.

When she looked up, she gave a lovely hache, and her tired smile was still as pleasant as ever.

...

In the fifteenth minute, the last bell rang on the stage.

The horn sounded as the game continued.

There was a commotion and then silence.

The male host walked onto the stage and read out the information of the upcoming contestants.

"The next player to appear on the stage is Qin Jian, the No. 57 player from Huaguonan City, who was born in..."

The host's voice could be heard in every corner of the Warsaw Philharmonic Hall.

Backstage breaks.

Qin Jian acted as if he hadn't heard anything, still reading the score.

Duan Ran didn't rush him.

Just when the host introduced Qin Jian's award-winning honors, Qin Jian closed the last page of the score and stood up with a 'snap'.

Duan Ran stood up, and she helped Qin Jian tidy up her collar and cuffs.

After tidying up the stage, Duan Ran pushed open the door of the rest room and prepared to open the way for Qin Jian.

The two walked backstage.

'Click'

'Click'

The sound of 'click' cameras was endless, and the backstage staff and reporters also applauded with the applause from the hall of the scene.

At the entrance of the stage, Marek gave Qin Jian a look and took the lead on stage.

Then Chubby Duan sent one last blessing and mua: "Come on, baby." ”

Qin Jian smiled, looked around the backstage crowd, turned around and walked up to the revolving corridor with the host's tail note.

Turning around, he put away his smile.

This round he will be performing Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 1 in E minor, Op 11. ”

...

"Whoop—————————

The applause was enthusiastic.

The lights of the stage are bright.

The black dress with a white turtleneck lining has become a sign of Qin Jian's appearance on the piano stage.

He has a steady pace and a confident appearance.

His self-confidence is different from Fang Zongyaojue's extravagance, nor is it like Rui Qi'er's blazing gaze that makes people unable to look directly.

Take a few steps to the center of the stage and turn around.

The shouts and applause didn't distract him, and he looked at the farthest end of the stage, with a standard 60-degree bow.

Then he turned around and shook hands with Marek and the principal violin.

Seating, violin bench height.

A set of actions is not hurried or slow, showing calmness.

Gradually, the applause fell.

The camera zooms out, and the entire hall seems to have entered a special state at this moment.

It's a moment of confrontation between the top and bottom of the stage.

Everyone was staring at the figure in front of the piano.

Qin Jian raised his hand several times, and finally glanced at Marek, and he nodded.

Marek turned his baton to the left and right, and with a wave of it, the vigorous prelude played again.

The prelude that never gets tired of listening, solemn and grand.

Like every contestant who chooses Xiao Yi, listening to the four-minute symphony prelude is like a ritual of worship for this great work.

It's just that each player prepares differently for these four minutes.

Li Xianlong silently recites the first 4 bars of the piano in an infinite loop, Fang Zongyao thinks about how to play the first note, Edmundo prays, Ivanov moves his elbows, and Natsuki follows the conductor to several beats.

Qin Jian went through the score in his mind.

Like a conductor sitting at the piano, he needs to be in control of everything in his own consciousness first.

Four minutes are coming, and the symphony on the stage expands and contracts.

Finally, the strings fall to the bottom of a calm lake, and the stage is about to fall silent.

In front of the piano, Qin's keys moved.

It was still the signature half-raised hand, and all the eyes in the audience could see how his arm was raised.

But no one could see how his wrist fell.

Moment!

"Wow!!!!——"

Thunder exploded on the surface of the lake, and a thousand waves rose at the touch of a button.

This is not a skillful treatment, nor is it an opening treatment of showmanship.

It's simply a potential.

I can play it, but you can't.

That's it.

After the thunder, the deep expression of finger art unfolds on the keyboard.

First movement.

Solemn Allegro, E minor, classical concerto style.

Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 1, which belongs to Qin Jian, finally hovered over the concert hall of the city of Chopin.

Offstage.

The audience has been brought into the world of music by the splendid fingertip dance.

On the judges' bench, a pair of ears are still carefully feeling the piano tone in their ears.

Like everyone else in the bench, they finally heard a different tone belonging to No. 57 in the final round.

A tone that is the exact opposite of its playing character.

Qin Jian gave the scene a puzzle.