Anyone wants to win first place in the first qualifier, after all, the first can go directly to the final, and if you choose an unfamiliar repertoire in the first qualifier, it is almost equivalent to trying to drive yourself out.

Bai Lu can be regarded as capricious.

Even her husband He Ping couldn't help frowning when he found out, and said: "Although there is no problem for Bai Lu, maybe Bach will be better, if the youth group only needs to choose one tune, why not choose Bach?" ”

It's a joke, where is it the turn of others to get the idea in their own game.

Bai Lu encouraged herself to think about everything after the competition, adjusted her breathing, slowly walked to the piano, and bowed gracefully.

She knew all this too well and couldn't go wrong, and no matter what the difficulties of a professional pianist, she couldn't bring into playing.

Even the night before I didn't sleep all night, even if my heart was beating out of my normal rhythm at all.

The lights are a little harsh.

It's a misty fog on the window, like a banshee that is about to dance at any moment.

Hideous faces appeared on the faces of every judge in the judges' seat, and demons filled the concert hall.

The sour smell rushed into Bai Lu's breath, yes, women's, man's, ugly sour.

She had the sour smell of rotting from the inside out, but now they had all escaped, and the demons lurking in the dark corners around the stage were all waiting for an opportunity.

Bai Lu's ears seemed to be ringing with the sound of people whispering.

People said, "This is Bai Lu, her husband is a strong ~ criminal, and he is also a domestic violence." ”

Domestic violence, strong~, what a harsh voice, how can you lurk on such a sacred and solemn stage with such an ugly weapon.

How can you defile the sanctuary of music.

The audience waits, waiting for ridicule and pity.

An outdated female pianist, if she is not famous, it doesn't matter, but she is also a bright star from childhood to adulthood.

There are always people who remember her, know her, and can string her past into a sugar gourd, and then pick it up and put it in the cold air, in the cinders, in the boiling oil.

Breathe, adjust your breathing

The doctor seemed to have taught her how to breathe, one, two, three

No, it can't be done.

My mind went blank.

The silence in the auditorium is a quiet restlessness, urging the performers not to waste time.

Yes, a long adjustment has to begin.

When the lights come on, the music begins.

Bai Lu, your life can't fall on other people's mistakes, and your life can't fall on the piano you love the most.

This is your last stage.

Bai Lu recalls how her favorite pianist, Gulda, felt when she played the first movement of the Piano Sonata No. 12 in F major.

Cheerful, relaxed, natural, full and agile sound.

Imagine sitting in front of the piano with another player.

From the first measure, the rhythm is played and the melody follows closely, like a labyrinth, and the musicians do not memorize and memorize the score while playing, they memorize it through all their senses.

The path leads through to the garden, the fragrance of flowers, followed by the sun pouring down from the fountain

"Wrong here." Xiao Hai grabbed Mu Chun's arm and said softly.

More than ten seconds later, Xiao Hai pinched Mu Chun's arm again, and Mu Chun also became nervous.

This is also wrong, Mozart's piece is not unpopular, music lovers are familiar with it, and it is not difficult to hear the mistake accurately.

It's too easy for Gong Hai.

The auditorium was quiet at first, but slowly whispers came from several corners.

Wrong!

Wrong again!

This player is not in the right state!

Didn't you prepare well!

It is impossible not to prepare well, and poor condition is the only possible reason, and there are almost no amateur players who can participate in the youth group of the Lechuan International Piano Competition, each of whom has at least ten to twenty years of practice time, and if these times are connected into a rope, it is estimated that they can circle the earth several times.

The palace began to crumble, the sun set, the stars turned into meteorites and fell into the palace, and the flowers on both sides of the path withered, blackened, and decayed.

Finally, the black and white keys in front of me turned into a crumbling gray wall.

Everything is not clear anymore.

The fingers no longer belong to themselves, and the breath no longer belongs to them.

Bai Lu, fainting on the piano in everyone's doubts, the piano emits a heavy duang! Bang.

"It's a drop!" Gong Hai said.

The judges were nervous and didn't know what was going on, and the staff on the side hurriedly walked up to the stage, Bai Lu was already unconscious, "Call the doctor, the doctor." The staff shouted.

Gong Hai was silent and trembling, Mu Chun didn't dare to let Gong Hai alone in the audience, and Bai Lu lost consciousness again.

Mu Chun guessed that Xiao Hai might have thought of the fact that his father had died because of Bai Lu's fainting, so Xiao Hai was now in some kind of short-circuit state.

"Xiaohai, Xiaohai." Mu Chun pushed Xiao Hai's shoulder, Xiao Hai didn't react, but his lips trembled slightly, and his skin was pale.

"Xiaohai, Dad is going to save people now, Xiaohai, Teacher Bai Lu fainted." Mu Chun said again.

"Teacher Bailu?" Gong Hai finally recovered and nodded sensibly, "Dad, go quickly, I'll wait for you here." ”

Mu Chun rushed to the stage, checked Bai Lu's condition, and said to the staff and judges: "I'm a doctor, I want to prepare for first aid, call the emergency ambulance immediately, and any of you can go find an AED defibrillator near here?" ”

From the moment Bai Lu fainted on the piano, Mu Chun had accurately calculated the time, and now 56 seconds have passed, and for Bai Lu's current state, the most precious time for her is less than three minutes.

Mu Chun calculated Bai Lu's remaining time based on the golden 4-minute emergency time of cardiac arrest, and the emergency personnel could not get to the patient's location within four minutes, so Mu Chun asked the staff to immediately find an AED defibrillator near the concert hall.

Public places in densely populated places such as concert halls, airports, schools, cinemas, train stations, subway stations, and shopping malls have long been equipped with a prescribed number of AED defibrillators.

AED defibrillator, full name AutatedExternalDefibrillator, is an automated external defibrillator that is used when the injured person's pulse has stopped.

However, it does not give a shock to a person who has no heart rate and whose ECG is horizontal. In short, the use of a defibrillator itself does not restore the patient's heartbeat, which is misguided by many movies and television programs, but rather the termination of the fatal arrhythmia by electric shock, and then the heart is restored to beat by regaining control of the heart's pulse through high pacemaker excitation.

Mu Chun had already taken off his coat when he ran onto the stage, and with the help of another staff member, Bai Lu was laid flat on the stage, and his pulse had disappeared.

Sudden death!

Someone was talking nervously, and the audience all ran to the front of the stage, wanting to see what was going on, but they couldn't see anything clearly, so they could only pass on one by one, and it seemed that it was a heart problem, as if they were not breathing.

"Did AED find it?" Mu Chun asked, while touching the carotid artery in the sternocleidom* muscle groove in the parathyroid cartilage with his index and middle fingers to feel whether there was a pulsation.

After confirming that the pulse is gone, Mu Chun began to carry out extracardiac pressure, put his knees at the level of the body surface in the white decumber position, aimed at the position of the chest, stretched out his hand and found the junction of the ribs and the sternum along the ribs with his middle finger, put the index finger on the sternum, and put the base of the other hand close to the index finger and on the sternum, and then folded the other hand on the back of the hand on the sternum to make a wrist finger, lean forward with the hip joint as the fulcrum, stretch out the arms and press 4-5 cm vertically with the palm root to the sternum, and then relax and return to the original position, and so on 30 times. Proceed at a rate of 100-120 compressions per minute.

There was silence in the small hall, and everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

The judges didn't know what they could do, so they could only stand stiffly.

"Wake up, Bailu, wake up." Mu Chun shouted in his heart.

"Bai Lu, be strong, I'll help you if you have any difficulties, Bai Lu."

The average compression speed is 100 times per minute, and after every 30 compressions, Mu Chun blows twice according to the prescribed actions of cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Checked, no response.

No response.

Another group, with an average compression rate of 100 compressions per minute, compresses 30 times to ensure that the patient's chest rebounds and blows twice.

"White dew, white dew." Mu Chun continued to shout in his heart.

The crowd began to get restless, "I guess it won't work." ”

"It's too hard."

Three minutes passed, and AED had not yet reached the stage.

Mu Chun's sweat had already soaked the dark gray knitted sweater.

An untrained person can't do it to Mu Chun's level, and similarly, if he can do Mu Chun's level but still can't restore Bai Lu's pulse, despair begins to spread around the piano.

The prelude to death began to sound.

The constant roar in my ears,

Mu Chun didn't care about this, he didn't have time to think about it at all, and after five cycles, Bai Lu finally woke up.

It took another five minutes for the emergency personnel to arrive, and Mu Chun asked Xiao Hai if he wanted to go see Teacher Bai Lu, and Xiao Hai nodded in agreement.

When He Ping rushed to the hospital, Bai Lu had already regained consciousness, and after sleeping for five hours, Bai Lu's body also regained its strength.

After Mu Chun sent Xiaohai home, he had been chatting with Zhang Wenwen in Zhang Wenwen's outpatient room, and when Bai Lu woke up, in fact, Mu Chun had nothing to say to her, but as soon as He Ping came, Bai Lu called Mu Chun and asked him to come to the ward anyway.

In the two-person ward, the bed next to it was temporarily empty, and there were only three people in the ward: Mu Chun, Bai Lu and He Ping.

"I'm sorry Doctor Mu Chun, I'm glad I had you in the morning, otherwise I might not have seen the moon at night." Bai Lu said self-deprecatingly.

"This is what I should do, rest well, and talk about it later." Mu Chun suggested.

Bai Lu shook her head, her makeup was still on her face, although it was a little flowery, but it seemed that the whole person's complexion was still passable.

He Ping looked at his wife distressedly and said with concern: "Why did such a serious thing happen all of a sudden, I should have rushed back to watch your game." ”

He Ping wanted to reach out and grab Bai Lu's shoulder, but Bai Lu dodged and said, "It's okay, this is my game." ”

The two fell into an awkward silence.

He Ping is very handsome, really very handsome, if there is any reason for a jazz trumpet star to become a public star, probably handsome is one of the main truths.

In addition, he is talented, it is said that He Ping is also a musical genius who formed late, and unlike ordinary musical geniuses, Mozart and Paganini have shown amazing talent since childhood.

He Ping's talent can be regarded as being recognized by everyone after he became popular, so in Bai Lu's mind, He Ping is the kind of person who works very hard, studies hard, practices hard, and strives to become everyone's favorite performer.

Seeing that the two of them were embarrassed and didn't speak, Mu Chun asked, "Why did Bai Lu faint?" Didn't sleep well at night? Or is there a problem with the heart in the first place. ”

Bai Lu shook her head, "I didn't have any problems with my heart when I was examined by you before. ”

"Also, there were no obvious organic problems found this time." After Mu Chun finished speaking, he glanced at He Ping, and said, "Otherwise, you better talk first, and I'll go out for a while." ”

"No, I think it's better if the doctor is there, I'm afraid some people will be violent against me as well." Bai Lu looked at He Ping viciously.

He Ping leaned innocently on the hospital bed next to him.

"I thought you'd believe me, like I've always believed you, how can you really take this kind of news as fact?" The corners of He Ping's mouth rose, and he looked like he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Isn't it clear to you the facts, other girls committed suicide for you, and then sued you for violation, strong~ Ah, will girls say this kind of thing casually?" Bai Lu said through gritted teeth.

After finishing speaking, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, He Ping stood up and wanted her not to be so nervous, but Bai Lu pushed He Ping away with one hand.

"Don't touch me, let's get a divorce." Bai Lu spoke her mind.

Maybe it's long overdue, but it's just lying to yourself and the other party.

"What if I say it's all a misunderstanding? Will you believe me? He Ping said calmly, his handsome face was sad and inexplicable, "I will let this girl explain everything clearly, there are no such things she said at all." ”

Bai Lu shook her head, tears flowed all over her face, and the weak sunlight outside the window shone on Bai Lu's face, and there was no heat in sight.

"I really don't want to believe this kind of thing at all, it doesn't matter if it's a scandal, I admit it, after all, He Ping is a celebrity now, who wouldn't have some news in the entertainment era? But you're committing a crime now, do you know how many people have messaged me since this happened? Even Mom and Dad are involved, do you have a brain, have you ever thought about us? ”

What Bai Lu said was not too much at all, if He Ping really did this, it was really not too much for her to say this to him. But from Mu Chun's point of view, He Ping does have something unspeakable, he doesn't know if He Ping is willing to say it in the current situation.

Maybe this is also Zhang Hai's suspicion, Zhang Hai mentioned it on the phone yesterday, and Xu Dan's words always felt a little strange.

Mu Chun looked at He Ping and found that the other party also looked at him with a pleading look, "I am a psychosomatic doctor, my name is Mu Chun." ”

When he met He Ping for the first time, Mu Chun thought that he should introduce himself.

He Ping seemed to know Mu Chun, and after hesitating for two seconds, he said, "It's the doctor Mu Chun who ate hot pot with Bai Lu, and your video is quite popular." ”

"Yes, we were a natural pair, but we didn't hurt the doctor, and we didn't get the doctor to report to the police." Bai Lu snorted and continued to complain.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you going out to eat hot pot with the doctor, and as far as I know, the biggest contributor to the nanny murder case mentioned on Weibo a few days ago is also Dr. Mu Chun, and the three of us seem to be the protagonists of the last three hot news."

He Ping's words were a little bitter, Mu Chun smiled, Bai Lu cried, and He Ping himself was even more sad.

"Yes, I don't know how it became a hot topic in the news, maybe there are a lot of misunderstandings that implicate each other, maybe you are the same as me, there are also something misunderstood." Mu Chun tried to go deeper into the topic.

"I don't have a strong ~ Xu Dan, and I don't have domestic violence, none of these." He Ping denied all Xu Dan's accusations against him in one sentence.

"Then why didn't you clarify? What if your agent or the band's agent didn't clarify the matter for you? The media is chasing but not forgiving. Mu Chun said.

"Because there is no need, I believe that the pure will clear themselves, this kind of thing, I don't explain." He Ping sneered.

"Don't explain?" Mu Chun frowned.

The conversation between the three fell into an awkward silence again.

Bai Lu thought about where this was not clarified, there was no evidence to deny it at all, Mu Chun thought, why hasn't the memory gaze function been activated yet?

Is this kind of function all pretended?

"If there is a misunderstanding, it is better to explain, after all, the police should come to you soon." Mu Chun suggested.

"I won't explain, there's nothing to explain." He Ping turned his head in pain.

"Is there any hardship, something unspeakable? For example, you should at least know Xu Dan, maybe you have had an intimate relationship with her, or are in an intimate relationship? Mu Chun tried his best to speak tactfully, so as to take care of Bai Lu's mood.

It is always difficult for a woman to calm down when her husband commits such a thing, otherwise Bai Lu would not have such a serious pathological reaction today.

"I don't explain, even if I am arrested at the police station, I will not explain." He Ping stubbornly repeated the same words twice.

Then, he looked at Bai Lu, whose tears had dried up on the hospital bed, and said: "You are my wife, I hope you believe me, there is no such thing as Xu Dan said, she does know me, and I have indeed been to her house, but all the accusations against me are all incorrect, all of them have you heard clearly, all of them are incorrect." ”