The song becomes low in the second part, but not all at once, but in the first part, there is a trend, and again, this trend is continued in the second part.

At the beginning of the third part, the tune suddenly becomes very slow and soft, and finally stops. It was as if the sky suddenly changed from dusk to night.

Liu Manman clenched his hands, is this the end of this song?

Of course not.

After three seconds of silence, Xia Yu's fingers moved again, and a brisk melody reappeared.

Yes, it was the appearance of "again".

Liu Manman's eyes widened, she found out what she felt was missing before, it was such a melody.

This melody appears several times in the prelude, in the first part, and in the second part, but it appears in a subtle way, and only a small measure of it appears each time, and only then is it fully revealed.

The light melody repeats itself over and over again.

Soothing his frowning brows, Liu Manman continued to look at the images that appeared in his mind.

Under the light melody, the night seems to brighten up all of a sudden.

No, it's not clear, this melody has long been involved.

This melody seems to be hidden in the picture...... A small flower.

During the day, behind the sun, the grass, and the butterflies, the flower is swaying, and at dusk, the butterflies disappear, the daylight fades, the grass is quiet, and the flower becomes slightly more obvious.

And in the third part, at night, the sunlight also disappears, the grass falls asleep completely, and the picture enters darkness, and the shot, which originally illuminated the whole grassland, suddenly closes in and comes to the front of the flower.

Only then did the audience realize that the original flower, the flower that quietly grew in the corner, was so clean and plain.

In their minds, they recall the day, the dusk, and the swaying of flowers.

The melody does not have an infinite repetition, it becomes scattered again, hidden behind the new beat.

It's already dawn.

Stopping his palm, Xia Yu stood up.

The audience burst into warm applause.

The judges on the stage were discussing excitedly.

The host came to the stage, and she began to give an introduction to the other competitions before playing.

After listening to a good song, people will be more curious about the tune and the composer, but after listening to the bad tune, the audience will lose interest in understanding it completely.

Xia Yu's song is undoubtedly the former.

The host glanced at the card in his hand: "Thank you Mr. Xia Yu for the wonderful performance you brought us, the name of this piece is Princess Jingjing, a very beautiful song, the composer and performer are all Mr. Xia Yu alone......"

While talking, the host wondered, why haven't I heard of this person named Xia Yu, is there such a person in the Conservatory?

He briefly said the information that Xia Yu had filled in before, and handed the microphone to the judges and teachers.

The judges looked at each other, they could still say some shortcomings and give a little suggestion for the previous song, but they couldn't do this song!

And this link is also set to be a part of the judges' suggestions, and they can't tout it if they want to tout it.

They were all composers and performers, and they had never imagined that this arrangement would be in such an awkward situation.

They were ready to fool around, but the host was a warm-hearted person who made them comment on it.

After a few perfunctory words, the judges immediately let Xia Yu off the stage.

At this time, because of the mindset and inner embarrassment, the judges did not recognize Xia Yu yet.

The same goes for a group of players in the audience.

Looking at Xia Yu who returned to his seat and sat down, Lao Zheng and Lao Gang held each other's hands, a little confused.

What Xia Yu did at this time can be compared with a scene.

Huashan on the sword, Lao Zheng and Lao Gang, as well as a group of martial arts people, gathered in Huashan to compete for fame and fortune. Lao Zheng relied on the Nine Yin True Scripture and Lao Gang relied on the Nine Yang Divine Skills to defeat a group of martial arts people, stand on the top of Huashan, and start the final battle.

Jiuyin is changeable, Jiuyang is magnificent, the two of them are not on the same page, and they are fighting happily.

At this time, there was an explosion in the sky, and Xia Yu stepped on the flying sword and came to the top of their heads.

Then, Xia Yu made another move to unify ten thousand swords and cut the top of Huashan Mountain.

Lao Zheng and Lao Gang's mentality collapsed on the spot.

We are competing in martial arts, this is a martial arts world! Why are you the Flying Sword and the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty, your world level is not right!

You are a sword immortal in the world of Xianxia, come to our martial arts world and fight with us ordinary people for the first place in the world!

Their hearts are bitter, but they can't say anything.

Although Xia Yu is a sword immortal, he is also a person from this world, why doesn't the number one in the world let people participate?

They grabbed each other's hands, and they couldn't help but exert their strength, and they looked at each other with sadness on their faces.

Compared to them, the mood of the rest of the players is more stable.

One player poked the other: "Didn't you say that this kind of game has no suspense and it is impossible to kill the dark horse?" ”

"Hey, how did you wronged people, when did I say such a thing!" The other party refused to admit it.

didn't care about the bickering of these two, Xia Yu looked at Lao Zheng who was walking towards the stage.

After Lao Zheng started playing, he was relieved.

Listening to what these people just played so well, I thought that Lao Zheng would play such a good tune, but the result is that the level of LV3's music creation is two grades worse than his LV5 music.

After listening to Xia Yu's performance, the audience had no interest in this kind of music, and when it came to the judges, the judges also took out the grievances they received from Xia Yu and said Lao Zheng fiercely.

Lao Zheng came down with a disgraced face, and the players who went up behind him didn't end well.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the game ended, and the host came to the stage to summarize, and after the summary, it was the ranking, and then the meeting could be dismissed.

After the meeting ended, it was time for Xia Yu to get down to business.

Lao Zheng and Lao Gang had recovered their emotions at this time, they sat next to Xia Yu on the left and right, and asked Xia Yu: "Brother, which class are you from, you have time to mention us more." ”

"Three shifts." Xia Yu replied.

"Freshman piano class 3, I wrote it down."

"Nope." Xia Yu was just about to explain, and the host had already read the ranking of this competition.

The host looked at the card in his hand: "There is no suspense in the first place, it is the third class of the district ......"

Halfway through speaking, the host was stunned.

Does their conservatory have a district class? Isn't the district text the abbreviation of the literature of the first district, the modern name of the national language?

He skipped the class and said Xia Yu directly.

At this time, the player who had doubts before heard the word Ou Wen and had a panicked guess in his heart.

He asked Xiang Xia Yu, "Which department are you from?" ”

"What department?" The friends around him thought he was crazy. This is a composition and performance competition, how can there be other departments here?