In order not to affect Huang Qian's normal performance in the next exam, Jin Qiaoyun left the rest area after chatting a few words, and Huang Qian fell into the old monk waiting.

Half an hour later, the radio sounded as promised: "Exam No. 35, Huang Qian, please prepare." ”

Huang Qian got up, stretched his waist, walked calmly to the examination room, pushed open the door of the room, strode forward, and saw the four judges and teachers, Huang Qian's eyes swept his eyes and he had determined that the silver-haired old woman was the chief examiner, and the other three were weak.

From Huang Qian pushed the door in, the four judges and teachers were looking at the candidate who came in, handsome was their common first impression, and then they were infected by Huang Qian's indifferent gaze, compared to the nervousness and cowardice of other candidates, Huang Qian's gestures were filled with deep confidence, this confidence was not deliberate, but naturally engraved in the bones.

The four judges all showed appreciation, not arrogant, not stage frightened, and confident as if the world was under control, this temperament can be shown in a teenager of such an age, which is really valuable. Huang Qian didn't know that his simple appearance left such a deep impression in the hearts of the four judges, and indeed according to his real qualifications, Huang Qian can indeed be regarded as the ancestor of the four, and it is not an exaggeration, after all, hundreds of years of experience are placed there, and this momentum is still there.

The thin middle-aged man put his hand on his eye socket, the corners of his mouth tilted upward, and said with a slight smile: "Candidate No. 35, briefly introduce yourself." ”

"Huang Qian, a student of this school." The corners of Huang Qian's eyes were slightly raised, and his voice was not loud, but loud and full of confidence.

"Huang Qian?" The silver-haired old woman, her brows furrowed, revealing a contemplative look, and after a while, she suddenly realized, "If I remember correctly, the song "Dust" is what you composed. ”

"Yes, it was created by chance, and it was inspired by feelings." Huang Qian responded lightly.

After hearing this, the silver-haired old woman laughed and said: "Young man, this accidental creation, but it's amazing, this piece has been recognized by our Classical Music Association as one of the most classic repertoire in China in the past 30 years, this honor is not simple, you must know that Professor Li Ming of your school has created countless tunes in his life, but unfortunately none of them can be selected, just by virtue of this, you are standing here today, we are not qualified to comment on you, even if it is a competition between each other." ”

Huang Qian smiled slightly, he didn't feel anything wrong with the silver-haired old woman's words, and he could withstand this honor.

After the other three judges heard the old woman's words, they were all shocked, the song "Dust" played by Jin Qiaoyun before was simply exquisite, they were deeply intoxicated, and they admired the creator, never thought that at this time, the creator was standing in front of him, thinking of his own level, how to comment on others, it was simply a class axe.

The middle-aged woman with long hair even showed a little girl's posture, and said shyly and incoherently: "Master Huang, it is really a blessing to be able to see your true face today, since I heard the song you composed just now, I have been deeply surrendered to it, your image has been depicted in my mind, and now I am really excited to see you, I have a small request, I don't know if I can meet it?" ”

Such a tone, such a gaze, Huang Qian is very familiar, alas, there is a fan who chases stars, and he is a judge who still wants to give some face, so he responded with a smile: "This teacher is too polite, I just created it by a bit of luck, how can I bear your praise so much, what requirements, students must do it." ”

After hearing this, the long-haired middle-aged woman walked off the jury table like a little girl, came to Huang Qian's side, took out her mobile phone, and said excitedly: "To be able to get in touch with idols so closely, of course, is to take a photo to commemorate it." ”

When she took out her mobile phone, Huang Qian already understood, and then naturally posed, the woman pressed the shutter, and a group photo was taken.

When the other two judges saw the middle-aged woman's expression, they all turned their heads to look elsewhere, with expressions that were unfamiliar with her.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman snorted secretly, ignored it, took her mobile phone to say thank you, and happily returned to the judges' seat.

The silver-haired old woman coughed a few times, and after the middle-aged woman sat down, she said with a straight face: "Master Huang, although it stands to reason that we are not qualified to comment on you, for the sake of fairness, the competition still has to continue, so please play a tune, right?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the four of them stared at Huang Qian with anticipation, how could such a rare opportunity not be exciting to witness the birth of a future master.

Huang Qian nodded slightly, turned around and chose a guqin, and whispered to the four people: "Man Jianghong, it's ugly." ”

Yue Fei, a famous anti-Jin general in the early Southern Song Dynasty, connected with Heshuo and actively contacted the rebels to resist Jin; Recovering the six counties of Xiangyang, the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains, and then being framed and killed by the surrender faction Qin Hui, he was one of the most admired national heroes in Huang Qian's life, his life can be said to be a typical example of loyalty to the country, this poem describes his recollection of the past to fight in the north and south of the difficult years, thinking of now but now it is "thirty fame dust and soil", Jingkang's shame has not been reported to the snow, issued a "courtier hate, when to extinguish" sigh, and expressed the ambition and determination to adhere to the "recovery of the old mountains and rivers".

Huang Qian put the piano on the table, plucked the strings with his right hand, pressed the strings with his left hand to take the sound, his eyes slowly closed, Yue Fei's life came to his mind, the momentum of his body changed instantly, tragic and desolate, the strings were gently plucked, the notes suddenly came out, and suddenly the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse resounded throughout the classroom, and the room was filled with a poignant atmosphere at some point. The national hero Yue Fei was dressed in military uniform, riding a horse, and the neat Yue family army behind him, pointing to the north, invincible, recovering the rivers and mountains in sight, but the sky did not chase people's wishes, the traitors were jealous, the saints were suspicious, and even issued a holy decree to force him to return to the court, and finally left regrets in vain.

With the sound of a note popping out, the picture of Yue Fei's southern expedition to the north slowly presented in front of everyone, the yellow sand is full of sun, the battlefield kills the enemy, countless Chinese good men and the enemy fight bloodily, swords and swords, how many Yue family soldiers bury the battlefield for the dream of the family and country, the knife can be broken, the snow can flow, the homeland can not be lost, where I stand, is the backbone of China.

The suspicion in the rear, isolated, but in the end he fought alone, with the Yue brothers who drove straight in, there were no reinforcements, grain and grass behind, Yue Fei couldn't help but cry and look up to the sky and howl: angry hair (hair) rushed to the crown, leaning on the fence (阑), Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they be destroyed! Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.

Huang Qian had already burst into tears, the grief and indignation in his heart were speechless, and his wholehearted devotion made him forget where he was, and unconsciously the aura was poured into it, the high-spirited and heroic atmosphere broke through the shackles of the room, and spread along the classroom to the surroundings, the rhythm of the guqin became stronger and stronger, and the audience's thoughts shook uncontrollably, and the four judges had already been attracted wholeheartedly, as if they were incarnated as soldiers in the Yue family's army, with Yue Fei's northern and southern wars, the thoughts of the family and the country, the cruelty of the battlefield, and the suspicion of the government and the opposition, If Jin Qiaoyun's performance is an auditory shock, then Huang Qian's performance is back to the basics, reaching people's hearts, and the more time passes, the more unable to extricate themselves.

The candidates waiting in the rest area were also moved by the sound of the piano that went straight to their hearts, they never realized that the feelings of the family and the country were so contagious, they were lucky to live in the era of peace, and could not experience the cruelty of the war and the grief of the division of the country.

A tune, a story. When the last note beats, the whole picture comes to a successful end, leaving everyone with regret and helplessness, "Man Jianghong" is not only a famous song, but also should be the spirit and backbone of the children of China, warning us of the humiliating past.