Throughout the holiday, Qin Jian squeezed out all the rest time to practice and study.

He Jing was intensively preparing for the concert.

And with the end of the holiday, the Nanshi Conservatory of Music is also lively.

The returning students already knew that there was a concert in the concert hall tomorrow, and although the performers were not familiar to everyone, the special guests were full of anticipation.

The word Qin Jian, after the baptism of two competitions, can faintly represent the highest level of the young generation of piano in Quanzhou Province.

For most ordinary students in Nanyin, few people have really seen Qin Jian's scene.

In addition to the individual members of the student council who maintained order in the concert hall during the art exam, they listened to his winter wind clips.

For a while, the concert was being discussed everywhere in various student groups of Nanyin.

And the enrollment season of Bor Art School has also started again with the arrival of early May, and Lu Desheng, who is in charge of admissions, has not been idle this holiday.

With the authorization of Principal Bor, he used the gimmick of the champion of the Qin Jian Huayun Contest to hype up this concert about He Jing, and incidentally mentioned the new enrollment season of Tibor Art School.

Although He Jing didn't like this kind of bondage, she didn't say anything, after all, Bol was the only unit she had worked in, and the most important thing was that this was also promoting Qin Jian.

After the Huayun Competition, in order not to affect Qin Jian's art examination, she repeatedly rejected the interview on the TV station, and missed the opportunity to let Qin Jian enter the public eye, and it seems that the time has come at the right time.

Qin Jian's side doesn't care about the propaganda part for himself at all, as long as he can build momentum for He Jing, it is also a matter to talk about his achievements?

Thereupon.

In just two days, the newly renovated threshold of the admissions office of Bor Art School was about to be broken, and the number of students who signed up for piano was more than three times that of the same period in previous years.

All the parents of the students came for the name of He Jing and Qin Jian.

This also worries Lu Desheng, this He Jing has resigned... It's hard to explain what happened after this.

But that's another story.

The female reporter of the TV station who had tried to interview He Jing also contacted He Jing as soon as she heard the wind, and conveyed the TV station's intention to broadcast the concert live on Nanshi Satellite TV on the evening of May 4.

"Qin Jian, what do you think?"

"I think it's okay. ”

"Then listen to you. ”

......

......

On the evening of May 2nd.

He Jing, who was debugging the piano in the concert hall, suddenly received a call from Qin Jian

"Sister, how many tickets do we have for 8 rows and 9 rows of seats!?"

"Last night, Mr. Liu asked me for 4 more tickets, and I still have 9 8-row seats in my hand, and 3 9-row seats, but the six positions in the middle of the 8 rows are reserved for grandparents. ”

"Are there only 3 of the nine rows left?"

"Is this the case at the moment, is there any problem? I can contact Dean Lin now to ask for more, but it may not be such a good position. ”

"Don't bother sister, except for the tickets at home, you can keep the rest for me. ”

"Good. ”

......

In this way, a simple concert in He Jing's plan inexplicably became a somewhat nervous thing.

......

Early in the morning of May 3.

Nanshi Railway Station.

Qin Jian waited at the exit of the station, eating hot pancakes and fruits.

Nine-o'clock seven-o'clock.

As a wave of people poured out from the exit, Qin Jian saw Qin Gang at a glance, and then Fang Xuehua and the four old men walked out of the exit one by one.

Then he swallowed the pancake fruit in one bite and stepped forward to greet him.

"Grandparents"

"Grandpa"

"Mom"

"Dad"

...

"You stinky boy don't know how to go home and fight after you go home. ”

Outside the train station, Qin Gang glared at Qin Jian with some dissatisfaction.

"Just you?"

Qin Jian's grandfather stood up and was reluctant, "Why do you care so much when the child is older?"

Qin Gang: ...

...

Half an hour later.

Qin Jian took the family to the hotel they had booked, just across the road from the Nanshi Conservatory of Music.

Qin Gang and Fang Xuehua's room.

"Mom, you take a rest first, I'll go to my sister's place to have a look, and I'll pick you up at noon to eat. ”

"You two are busy, don't worry about us. Fang Xuehua said.

"It's okay, my sister and the symphony orchestra are rehearsing, and it's over at half past eleven," Qin Jian said and quipped at Qin Gang, "Go and give me some advice, Teacher Qin?"

"What's the matter, the wings are stiff?" Qin Gang scolded with a smile.

"Let's go, I'll also go up and see. ”

With that, the father and son left the hotel.

......

At this time, there were many students in the audience of the Nanyin Concert Hall watching the rehearsal.

On the stage, He Jing was communicating with the conductor.

A moment later.

He Jing sighed helplessly, and then returned to the piano.

At this time, Qin Jian's father and son quietly walked into the concert hall and sat in the last row.

"This is not a small formation. Looking at the neat symphony orchestra on the stage, Qin Gang whispered.

Although the stage of the Nanyin Concert Hall is not comparable to the Chime Concert Hall of the National Center for the Performing Arts, it is also a good concert hall in Nanshi.

Under the stage, which can accommodate three pipes, there is an audience seat for 300 people.

"The stage is a bit small, the roof is too high for the sound to come out, but it would be nice to install a sound cover on the stage tomorrow. Qin Jian said.

"Oooh. Qin Gang nodded.

At this moment, the conductor in the center of the stage had already raised his baton, and the scene fell silent.

"It's time to start. ”

With the conductor's baton dropping suddenly, the strings moved.

It's just that as soon as the plucking sound of the first and second violin came out, there was a mutual rejection of a little sound wave in the string harmony that was transmitted to the audience.

"Isn't there a counterpoint?"

Qin Jian's gaze moved from the piano to the conductor's platform, and the sound wave defects in the harmony made his ears instinctively feel a little uncomfortable.

There are only two situations in which this can happen in an orchestra, the first is when the orchestra does not play before the rehearsal begins, and the second is when a musician deserts during the performance.

Of course, it is not excluded that the overall level of the orchestra is a problem, but as the best orchestra in Nanshi, although Qin Jian listened to the scene for the first time today, he did not consider this aspect.

Qin Gang on the side, listening to it with relish, looked at the little figure in front of the piano, as if he had returned to many years ago.

The corners of the eyes are already covered with traces of time, and the arc of the corners of the mouth is connected.

And as He Jing's soft melody entered, Qin Jian's attention fell to He Jing's body again, and his expression couldn't help but ease a little.

He Jing's performances are like this, she never has any physical performance, or she never needs anything unexpected other than the sound of the piano to add to the music.

All her musical emotions are pressed between her fingers, as well as her characteristic flexible wrists.

In front of the piano, the hazy timbre slowly rose, and gradually, the melody slowly became clear under the chords full of tension.

The next moment.

He Jing's wrist flicked.

Fine, granular ones burst out of the haze.

The oppressive atmosphere in the hall before seemed to break free.

The scattered eyes in the audience were all fixed in front of the piano, and they could no longer take their eyes away.

And at this very moment.

'Puff puff'

A slightly harsh sound sounded from the woodwinds, and as soon as this sound came out, the stage atmosphere created by the piano was instantly broken.

Qin Jian's gaze suddenly fell on the oboe player, and his brows furrowed uncontrollably.

And in the orchestra sound that follows up again, the tonal layers make people sound a little confused

The sound of the piano seemed to be completely buried.

In just a moment, the sound of the piano suddenly doubled in size, and it broke free from the orchestra again.

As the music continues.

Just when the piano once again pushes the music forward.

He Jing dropped three chords in a row and raised his hands.

A second.

Once again, the music is weightless.

The timpani, which was supposed to appear on the next beat when He Jing raised his hand, did not appear for the first time, and when the timpani appeared, it happened to collide with the cello pizzicato.

Instantly smashed.

This time, even the corners of Qin Gang's mouth gradually lost their smile.

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