Under the stage, Cheng Yu and others had already run over.

At this time, Qin Jiu had already walked to the middle of the stage and stood still in front of the microphone.

"I can't play this song without a prosthetic armor, so I can't play it today......"

There was an uproar off the field.

The expressions of Song Qi and other school leaders became a little subtle.

The program list should be prescribed, but this person didn't prepare for the stage when he knew it?!

"You don't know how to play, do you?" Su's mother was the first to pout.

"I can't sign up for it, it's really a neurosis!" Li Ting pouted.

The two who were arguing just now are now quickly united in front.

Poof-

Su Ying sneered.

It's as if you can play a prosthetic armor!

Bragging, yes?

Fulfill you!

Su Ying walked over from the backstage, raised her hand and tore off the wearing type of prosthetic nail on her finger, sent it to Qin Jiu, and said with a smile: "Qin Jiu, my prosthetic nail will be lent to you!" ”

Qin Jiu's gaze swept over Su Ying's face, swept over the prosthetic armor in her hand, and then looked at the qin in front of her, frowning slightly.

Su Ying took her expression in her eyes, and the smile became stronger: "Everyone is a classmate, help each other, you're welcome." ”

This sentence, she deliberately leaned close to the microphone so that everyone could hear it.

If you want to make an excuse that you can't play without a prosthetic armor, I'll let you have no excuse.

Now, see how you end?!

Qin Jiu reached out and took her prosthetic armor, Su Ying was afraid that others would not know the difficulty of this song, so she deliberately stood in front of the microphone.

"Let me introduce to you, the song "Gong Hou Yin" is a very professional guzheng song, the fingering is particularly complicated, if there is no righteous nail some fingering is really impossible, please applaud and encourage Qin Jiu."

In the audience, Song Qi took the lead in applauding.

The applause rang out, and a small episode passed like this.

Su Ying turned around and stepped aside, looking at Qin Jiu with a smile, waiting for her to make a fool of herself.

Qin Jiu slowly put the prosthetic armor on his hand and gently plucked the strings.

Su Ying's smile became stronger.

Load, keep loading!

Offstage, Cheng Yu stretched out his hands to block Jiang Bei and Wei Lai and others who wanted to rush to the stage.

"Wait."

The situation has developed to the point where everyone rushes to power will only make things more chaotic.

Before, everyone thought that Qin Jiu's studies were mediocre, but as a result, he was the first in the grade.

In the calligraphy classroom, Chen Miaoyi took away her brush, and later, the president of the Provincial Calligraphy Association personally invited her.

……

Intuition told Cheng Yu that she was likely to really be able to play this tune.

Under everyone's gaze, in Su Ying's sneer, Qin Jiu raised his hands and landed on the strings.

Fingertips trembled, and strings sounded.

The clear string sound is like a jewel falling on the plate, and it is transmitted throughout the playground through the sound.

Feng Simin, the head teacher of the art class, had already rushed to the side of the stage, and he stopped when he heard the sound of strings.

As a professional teacher, of course she understands the difficulty of this "Gong Hou Yin", even Su Ying, who has learned guzheng since childhood, took half a year to practice.

Moreover, it is just a matter of practice, and it is still far from the real performance of the song.

This piece is not only tricky in fingering, but also especially difficult to grasp in the artistic conception.

The first half of the piece is varied in tempo, and the melody is sometimes imaginary.

In the second half, there is no roughness in the lightness, and there is passion in the elegant, which is difficult to understand and express.

Qin Jiu ......

Can you really play it?!

On the stage, Qin Jiu looked focused, she didn't care if there was an audience below, all her attention was on the piano, on the strings, and in the song......

Wipe the strings and shake your fingers, and the thin white fingers are like two delicate butterflies, playing a fascinating string sound on the strings.