By the time Qingfan rushed to the auditorium, her piano teacher was already waiting backstage.

"Why are you here now? It's your turn soon! The piano teacher frowned, "How did you get your hands dirty?" Didn't you come here with good makeup and costumes? ”

Qingfan looked down and saw that his hand rubbed on the ground when he had just collided with someone else and fell, so it was stained with a lot of dust.

Qingfan's piano teacher has been friends with her parents for many years, and will tell her parents about her every move, and this matter will definitely be talked about. Qingfan felt that if he let his parents know that he accidentally broke his hand before the performance, he would probably be scolded again.

Today was the final of the District 2 Senior Piano Competition, and this time was suddenly brought forward, otherwise she would not have informed the Shenqi team at the last minute.

From early in the morning, her piano teacher had been watching her for the final pre-competition practice, and it was not until just after dinner that she could finally catch her breath. During this period, Qingfan couldn't get out at all, and even sent a message to the team group secretly behind the teacher's back.

She's used to it.

Kiyofan, she is not only the manager and reserve player of the Shenqi team, in fact, she has a more well-known identity, the best freshman in the music department of Akizuku High School, especially the piano.

Both the school and her parents have high hopes for her, and this piano competition has no other goal than to win the championship. The heavy anticipation weighed on her thin shoulders, leaving her breathless.

Time was urgent, and the piano teacher didn't have time to blame a few more words, so he opened the cloth bag and took out the skirt inside and put it on Qingfan.

"Teacher, are my mom and dad here today?" Qingfan's voice was muffled inside his clothes, as thin as a mosquito.

"Of course, when did they not come to your show?" The piano teacher finally let Qingfan stick his head out of the neckline of the skirt, and then patted Qingfan's back, and in an instant, the original open zipper automatically closed, and they were very tightly combined, as if there was no gap.

Qingfan stopped talking, still at the mercy of the piano teacher. She felt like a ragdoll, and anyone could dress her up the way they wanted.

In the end, the piano teacher pushed Qingfan's back.

"Go ahead! It's your turn! ”

The voice of the announcer sounded on the stage: "Next, please invite the next contestant to appear!" Aki Shizuku Senior School 1st grade, Kiyofan-san! ”

The spotlight shrouded her body, white and white, miserable and white, and a little chilling.

Qingfan took a deep breath, then raised his finger and tapped it down on the black and white keys. The murmuring sound of the piano flowed from his fingertips like a stream.

Although she has experienced some twists and turns, as long as she plays at her usual level, it is not a problem at all.

The audience listened attentively.

Although this is the age of technology, some things will never be replaced by machines, such as art, such as the human heart. Even if today's arranging software can automatically generate music based on music theory, and even imitate human performance emotions, people who really understand art are still willing to take the time to sit in the concert hall, watch the performers' every elaborate movement, listen to the music reverberating in the hall, and resonate with their eardrums, rather than the false "truth" that is virtually created by the program.

A sense of ritual is a very important thing.

Her fingertips kept jumping on the black and white keys. In fact, it is also false to say that there is no effect on the place where the skin has just been scratched, although there is no bloodshed, but the dermis is partially exposed. Because of the body's self-healing system, the wound is slightly moistened with mucus, which is dead white blood cells.

Every time she struck the keys, the hole was almost glued to the keys, and she had to raise her hand, and the wound was torn again. A tingling pain from her fingertips drilled into her heart.

The more it stung, the more it reminded her that she should slam her hand on the keys. Only this pain could remind her at all times that it was she who was here now, and no one else.

Is it the composer's own emotions that are conveyed from the sound of the piano? Or the emotions of the piano teacher and the parents who arranged the score and arranged the emotions of each bar? Or is it herself, as the emotion of "Qingfan"?

At the end of the song, she lifted her skirt and took a perfect curtain call as usual.

After that, it seems that it has nothing to do with her.

One by one, the performers finished their performances like an assembly line, and it was time to announce the results at the end. Not surprisingly, Qingfan won the championship again without any suspense.

She took the trophy from Miss Manners and smiled standardly. She took too many trophies of this kind, and there was almost no place to put them at home.

This kind of ending is something the school would love to see, and so would her parents.

Standing on the stage, she could already see her parents clapping in the audience, but they didn't seem very satisfied.

"These two are already as familiar as our champions. I would like to ask you, as the guardian of the winners, how do you feel now? The moderator turned the microphone to the audience.

Qingfan's father naturally took over, and he had experienced this kind of interview many times, and it was just a small scene. "Qingfan was able to win the championship, and our parents are naturally very happy, and finally lived up to our hard work. I hope that she can continue to guard against arrogance and rashness, and continue on the road of music. ”

"I heard that both of you are science researchers, so how did you manage to cultivate such an excellent and artistic daughter?" The moderator asked again.

"My daughter has loved music since she was a child and is very talented, and we just guide her."

Do you like it......

Qingfan doesn't hate music very much, on the contrary, she often starts humming unconsciously, but she is tired of this kind of life that has been set to be good.

Qingfan actually knew that he had no talent, and this so-called "talent" was just forced to be taken in the piano room for more than ten hours a day, and if he didn't obey, he knelt outside the door in exchange.

Qingfan stood quietly on the stage, although the spotlight shone on her, but she seemed to be out of the way, and she couldn't remember what the host asked behind her, and her brain could only capture some "words".

She's just a perfect backdrop, and the backdrop doesn't need a lot of words.

The event is finally over. Finally waiting for the end of the show, Qingfan walked off the stage to hand over the trophy to her parents and piano teacher.

After the host left, her father immediately changed his expression and put on a straight face: "What's going on this time?" How can there be so many mistakes? The middle section is too unstable! And the sound is so intense that it doesn't fit in with the rest of the music! ”

"My hand is broken......"

Qingfan lowered his head. In fact, what she thought to herself was, would it be better to add a little excitement to that section as an ascending section? Isn't the original choreography too conservative?

But she didn't dare to refute anything.

"I don't want to listen to excuses." Father frowned.

The mother persuaded on the side: "Okay, okay, let the child go and change clothes." I'm going to take her to socialize later. ”

Qingfan's expression was a little nervous: "Can it be over before eight o'clock that night?" ”

"Eight-eight, how many times have you stressed this time to me today? What do you want? The father was obviously impatient, "Maybe it can be over!" ”

This uncertain reply made Qingfan's heart more and more nervous. However, she could not ask any more questions. So she silently hugged her clothes and walked towards the dressing room by herself.

After Qingfan was completely far away, Qingfan's mother suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then poked Qingfan's father's waist with her elbow. She said: "You sing blackface every day, what if you force the child to be anxious one day?" ”

"Isn't this the one you sing with me?" Unexpectedly, in private, Qingfan's father would tell jokes.

Qingfan's mother sighed: "Alas, I don't think this child is too depressed...... We've got everything up to her, but have we asked her our opinion? ”

"There's no way, that's the only way. Forcing her to follow the path of art, this is the only way to avoid that thing. Qingfan's father lowered his voice, "No matter what, in short, don't let her come into contact with Ex-ball, it's all for her good." His gaze was unusually determined.

Qingfan's mother sighed again, and finally nodded her head a few times in reluctantly approving.