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Duan Xiaofu's face was pale when she left, as if a ghost was chasing her behind her, and she didn't even notice that Duan's mother was sitting in the corridor of the hospital. Duan's mother didn't call her out loud www.biquge.info looked at her back as she left, and only turned around and went back to the ward after a while.

Duan Linxia leaned out half of her body from the hospital bed, and reached for the bag that Duan's mother had placed there on the chair with one hand.

"Xia Xia, don't move. My hands are injured and restless. Duan's mother hurriedly walked over, took her daughter's hand away, picked up the bag and said, "What do you want?" Mommy will help you get it. ”

"It's just a minor injury, nothing." Duan Linxia smiled faintly: "Mom, I want to watch the live broadcast, can you help me get the remote control?" ”

Duan's mother felt a pain in her heart: "It's all my mother's fault, so that you become the ...... you are now" Before in the ward, Duan Linxia asked her to lie to Duan Xiaofu and said that she couldn't play the piano in the future, and she immediately came to her senses, mixed with a hint of disbelief.

Duan's mother's scholarly family, she has not experienced too many intrigues, and after graduating from college, she married Duan's father, who was already a little accomplished, before entering the society, and then she was held in the palm of her hand without worrying too much, and she was accompanied by art all day long, and her heart was not even as much as Duan Linxia. In the past, she only knew that she had to educate her daughter to be kind, kind, and generous, until her daughter was injured, and she regretted it. She only told her daughter to be a good person and never use improper means to get what she wanted, but she forgot to tell her daughter that the harm in this world is not something you can avoid by standing upright.

She was not a fool, when that incident happened, after a little thought, she knew that Duan Xiaofu had done something. This method is not clever and unfortified, because it was not expected. Not to mention how much blood the little uncle and his wife sucked on their family, just talking about Duan Xiaofu's niece, they helped her get through the relationship Shangchenguang, and what good things they saw on weekdays were also called Xia Xia Duorang's sister, and the set of clothes on her body this time in country M were all bought by them. Even a stranger may harm Xia Xia, how can Duan Xiaofu do it?

Daughter is Duan's mother's biggest minefield, Duan Xiaofu stepped in, the anger in Duan's mother's heart burned her almost lost her mind, how much she usually loves and spoils this little daughter's coquettish and considerate niece, and now how hateful and disgusting she is, she can't wait to tear off that hypocritical face

Duan Linxia knew that her mother was uncomfortable, and said with relief: "Mom, I'm just worried that you were deceived by her. My hand is fine, I missed this game and there will be another time. "Mother ignores the world, Duan Linxia has been taught by his father since he was a child to protect his mother well, and everything is based on his mother first, followed by himself.

The injured one was obviously her daughter, but it was herself who was comforted, Duan's mother couldn't help but cry, for fear that Duan Linxia would see the sentimentality, so she hurriedly lowered her head and took the remote control next to the bag. Duan Linxia's hands were tightly wrapped, but the main thing was skin trauma, and after recuperating for a period of time, there would be no obstacle to playing the piano, but the back of his left hand was burned by the hot stone plate and hot oil, and it was inevitable that he would leave scars. Thinking of how much Xia Xia was looking forward to this game during this time, Duan's mother's eyes sank, and she looked away from those hands in distress, turned on the TV switch with a forced smile, and tuned to the program scene of the game.

is also a coincidence, when I was tuned to that show, the screen happened to be the host regretfully explaining that she had withdrawn from the game due to illness, and the next person to appear was Phil. Before the scene could be lost, it was pushed to another peak of excitement by Phil's arrival.

Duan Linxia lowered his eyes, a trace of loss flashed in his eyes, the wrapped hand was far more painful than the moment when he was burned and smashed, from the hand to the heart, it hurt like never before.

Phil's style of playing the piano is still the same, even in such a major competition, without changing his pilgrim's heart. His piece is titled "The Bell", and when his fingers touch the keys, the music that flows from his fingertips is not as peaceful as the name suggests, but as tough and cold as steel.

Who says that God must be merciful and forgiving when he looks down on the earth? Those who are stained with sin, who do not have the light that God loves, who are hypocritical, selfish, jealous, and cruel to others under the banner of necessity or the teacher of justice, even if they have the glorious side of their human nature, are faintly splashed with endless filthy black ink.

Then the judge came, and the bell rang, and the sound of the footsteps that slowly came to the world was the amulet of the evil one, and the continuous bell was the death knell of judgment.

Phil's gaze was as resolute as a rock, and the reflected light was like a sharp sword in his pupils, piercing straight at people's hearts.

When the last rest is drawn and the music stops, Phil guillotines the wicked man with a sharp blade, and suddenly stands up from behind the piano, the corners of his mouth tearing into a twitching smile of excitement.

The camera gave him a close-up, the young and handsome aristocratic boy's eyes were amazingly bright, and he was full of life, as if he was constantly folding a sword out of the sheath.

Crazy applause poured out from the stage, this hearty slaughter can make people breathe a breath of evil in their hearts, human beings have always expected the good to go to heaven and the evil to go to hell, but the reality is often disappointing. Art is a realm of its own, ambiguous from reality, it always pursues the truth, beauty and perfection, cleanses the soul, and fulfills people's expectations.

"Phil is a faithful believer, and even God loves to hear his harp, and no one can be more religious."

"He is another musical saint after Bahrain."

"Phil has done an important piece of work in his career, and I can't imagine anyone else who can match him today, and of course, maybe we should look forward to a week of performance."

"I have to say, maybe not to be too optimistic, Phil couldn't leave the shadow of Chalmers behind in the past, and in today's work, I heard Zhou's skeleton carnival in it...... This does not bode well. ”

"The next contestant is Zhou, haha, I guess the organizing committee must have done something to arrange the two of them at the end, otherwise who would still be in the mood to play the piano?"

"Phil's performance is too bright, I don't know if Zhou can withstand the pressure

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The camera didn't follow the backcourt, before Zhou Huaijing went on the field, Lu Yu helped him loosen his tie a little, and then wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

"Go ahead, the second uncle is watching you on the second floor." Lu Yu pinched his ears.

Zhou Huaijing nodded solemnly and advised: "Second uncle, listen to the music I made for you." ”

The corners of Lu Yu's mouth stiffened, giving him a bad look, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth and smiling brightly: "I will listen to you play without missing a trace." "So that you can experience what is the second uncle and the bathtub and you......

The dimples on Zhou Huaijing's cheeks sunk inward, his smile was soft and cute, and he obediently went on stage.

After Zhou Huaijing came to the stage, he stood on the stage for a while, as if he couldn't notice the restless voice of the audience waiting for him to move for a long time.

Was he intimidated by Phil's performance?

Speculation and doubts filled the audience and in front of the TV. Everyone who worked hard to climb over the wall couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for him, and even the Zhou family, who was sitting in front of the computer and watching the live broadcast, was confused and nervous.

Only Lin Lao looked up slightly and saw that by the window of a VIP room on the second floor, a figure appeared waving to the people on the stage, and his face was dark. Looking at Chalmers sitting next to him, Lin Lao was in a bad mood, and he didn't give a good face to this stinky old man who tried to dig the foot of the wall, and stared at the people on the stage stiffly.

As soon as Zhou Huaijing saw Lu Yu appear at the window, he finally turned around and sat in front of the piano. He wants Lu Yu to hear from beginning to end, and feel his enthusiasm completely.

There was a deathly silence. No one spoke, and even breathing lightly.

After Phil's performance, everyone's emotions were tense to the extreme, and their expectations for Zhou Huaijing reached another height, if his performance was worse than Phil, even if he was still excellent, he would be trampled into the mud - how high he was praised before, how badly he would fall if he failed.

The camera is facing the young man's face, this typical oriental facial features are not deep, but there is a unique charm, not thrilling, but a long stream of water, cold and graceful eyebrows, people can't help but look sideways, and sincerely give birth to the idea of "good-looking", and I don't know why this is the case when I think about it carefully. It is probably only by immersing in the fountain of music that such a clear and proud bone can be born.

Zhou Huaijing's thoughts somehow drifted to his previous life in a short moment, and he instantly thought that his love for the piano was far greater than his love for his parents, and his love for Lu Yu was far greater than his love for the piano.

With such a naturally unapproachable temperament, he should have been destined to be lonely for a lifetime, but he met Lu Yu. About two Lone Star people snuggled up to each other, and they could get half an inch of warmth in the winter.

The camera moved and turned to Zhou Huaijing's fingers.

The hands are clean and slender, and they are pampered, so they can be so moving on the black and white keys that people have the idea of kissing well.

Ding dong. Like water falling into a spring, drop by drop, it is continuous.

The fingers that hit the keys just gently, leisurely, romantically melodious to a soft tune. Calm and tranquil, seeping into the soul, like a small boat, idly sleeping in the water.

However, the calm did not lead to another, longer calm, but gradually like water droplets gathered into a spring, flowing into a stream, rushing into a river, and gradually seeing its turbulent momentum.

The fingers of the lover who stroked the qin gradually increased his speed, and even the camera couldn't keep up with the ever-changing fingers, seeing them connect into a virtual shadow, which was dazzlingly fast

The sound of the harp became more and more rapid, wave after wave, and the flames fell from the sky hotly, and threw one after the other on the people, unable to resist, unable to breathe.

Zhou Huaijing closed his eyes, his face was as cold and hard as a sculpture, as if he was being tested by fire, painful and happy.

The audience held their breath, and at this moment, their consciousness was swept away by the flames, and their breath was robbed, and they could only be nervously choked by the throat of life occasionally, in exchange for a little fresh air that was completely insufficient to provide the needs of life.

But not enough, far from enough.

What was the man trying to take away from them? All he wanted was all he wanted - to choke them by the neck, to control their breathing, to strip them of their will, to make them grateful and full of joy.

The flames gathered together in a scorching heat, converging into a raging flame in the sky, rolling in, a short and powerful sound, like a flame that was called to be thrown from the sky, the hands that controlled the flames flew like flying, and fiercely commanded the huge fire, and grabbed the throat of fate more tightly than one by one.

The alternating performance of the left and right hands made the slender and white thin fingers entwined with terrifying green tendons, but they quietly tore open the cracks in the space, so that this endless flame burned unhindered by time and space, and wildfires burned unscrupulously.

It's so fast!

He's too fast!

Anyone who tries to see the gestures through the screen is unbeatable to his eyes, and the wild player perfectly combines his fingers, arms, and wrists, and each time he plays the power into the thick notes, the precise vibrato that is overwhelming.

It was truly a treat, with perfect tone and dynamics, yet so painfully breathless.

Rumble!

A sudden sound like thunder pushed the sound of the piano to a high level. Tide.

In the next second, like a feather fluttering down from mid-air, the sound of the piano was dimly as if it was about to break away from reality and grow a new life after a fire.

Noble and elegant dance music swirls a gorgeous waltz, and in the ultimate tranquility and the joy of returning, it fades away as the curtain falls.

The concert hall was silent until Zhou Huaijing got up from his chair and inadvertently pressed the keys because of the loss of force, which drove people back from the sound of the piano.

Zhou Huaijing's face was pale, his cheeks were flushed, and his thick black eyelashes trembled to hide the emotions in his eyes.

The concert hall ushered in the most vigorous applause of the day, as if the zenith was about to be overturned with applause.

He's showing off! This gorgeous and poetic piano sound convincingly interprets the tranquility of human birth, the ups and downs of growth, and the silence of death!

This is comparable to the masterpiece of "Skull Carnival", with more romantic and dazzling notes than the skeleton, and its position in the music industry is incomparable.

There is no doubt that this young man will become the king of the piano of this era.

Zhou Huaijing greeted the applause, raised his head slightly, and looked at Lu Jin.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and they both smiled slightly, and a tacit understanding arose.