Seeing Qin Jian raise his hand, Liao Linjun's expression changed, and he immediately clamped the qin and held the bow.

Immediately afterwards, the string group collectively raised their bows.

All members of the orchestra were in a state of readiness in an instant.

With Qin Jian raised his right hand again.

Liao Linjun raised his head violently, his body shook, and his left hand holding the bow was like a baton.

The moment the bow fell.

The whole orchestra is on the verge of breaking out.

A burst of metaphorical string music with a song-like voice.

Qin Jian's body trembled when he heard the sound.

The whole person seems to have entered a certain space in an instant.

Subconsciously and quickly spread his hands.

A pair of giant-like hands, as if to cover the entire keyboard.

In the third measure of the music, the ferocious falls.

A set of ringings like ancient bells exploded in the center of the stage.

"Buzz ————"

After a long whistle, the violin and oboe are connected.

"Wow————"

Qin Jian's face was solemn, his head swayed, accompanied by the flying broken hair, and his hands fell on the keyboard again.

His Steinway seemed to be unable to withstand a powerful blow, and his entire body trembled.

The castanets turned all their fears into tremors and spread them to the entire audience.

Just two chords.

No one in the judges' bench leaned back in their chairs anymore.

Each of the judges straightened up, staring at the stage.

It's already a terrible thing to play a rhapsody on a Paganini theme without a conductor.

But it was as if they were witnessing something even more terrible happening.

The young man in front of the piano seemed to be filled with the magic sound of the soul with a wave of his hand.

After Qin Jian stopped, the band began to lead.

Under the interweaving of the orchestra, the harp and timpani alternate musical motives, and the bass and snare drum lead the orchestra.

Waiting for the piano to play again.

At this moment, Liao Linjun moved, and between the elegant raising of his arms, Paganini's most famous melody was played on the golden stage.

The screen quickly cuts to the piano.

I saw Qin Jian stretch out the middle finger of his left hand and the index finger of his right hand.

The keys are playfully one-finger jumping, and each note is extremely accurate to embellished the band.

The next second.

The string group called it a day.

The corners of Qin Jian's mouth twitched, and his hands instantly stretched out.

Ten fingers ran in extremely complex fingering.

The melodic theme of the first violin is reproduced, as if you are doing mystical yoga at your fingertips in a black and white space full of mysteries.

Frivolous, gorgeous.

A dense melody ended in an instant, and Qin Jian waved his left hand at the wind group.

The principal flute and the principal oboe quickly joined in the performance with the beat.

Alignment.

The style of music and painting has changed again.

Qin Jian raised his hand again and dropped his fingers.

The next variation.

There is no gap, and the ferocity is reproduced.

Backstage, Xia Dong looked at the screen and listened to the sound structure in his ears.

He sighed softly.

Then his expression relaxed.

"It's a shame that this kid doesn't command properly. ”

During the judges' seats, Kobayashi Zell looked at the stage with more and more curiosity.

With thousands of conducting experience, he has begun to think about a question constantly.

"If you were standing in front of the piano with your baton in hand at the moment, would the concert be better than it is now?"

It was only after two perfect dialogues between the piano and the English pipe that his mind changed again.

"It seems that I am already looking forward to working with this teenager. ”

On the other side, Mirny Haptrinev, a piano professor from the Rachmaninov Conservatory of Music in Country E, as one of the scoring judges, is a die-hard supporter of the orthodox Piano School of Country E.

But at this moment, in front of Rachmaninov, so chic, full of romance and weirdness.

His left hand was already uncontrollably and instinctively bouncing through the air to the music.

"The handling of overstepping the rules is the most direct expression of talent, and we must bring this child back to country E. ”

Putrenev's heartfelt words.

One after the other is full of magical variations.

The boy in front of the piano waved his hands and galloped on the keys selflessly

The auditorium is depressing, and after the theme of the Doomsday is repeated, the melancholy and mournful side of the music teases the sensitive nerves behind each pair of ears.

On the hazy stage, every phrase and every breath woven by the young man's hands are endowed with a unique pure poetry.

The streamer piano, the black and white keys, the angular side face of the teenager, and the beads of sweat.

The beautiful picture is like a painting of the soul, depicted stroke by stroke.

The music carries a narrative.

Octave variations, jumping arpeggios, powerful chords, complex intervals, and continuous chromatic scales organically combine the virtuosity of various violins.

Qin Jian's hands shuttled between the fierce and weak Paganini and Rachmaninov.

Background.

Fang Zongyao's gaze was calm, staring intently at the pair of hands on the screen that were almost invisible.

Qi Feng had already left the arena and watched the live broadcast on the way to the airport.

However, at this moment, there is no longer any barrage in the live broadcast room.

Zhao Yinuo and Feng Ziyan have returned to the audience and sat side by side watching the stage.

The former's gaze is still puzzled, and the latter's gaze is still full of anticipation.

At this moment, only Duan Ran's eyes were not on the stage.

With the music in her ears, her gaze kept scanning the sheet music in front of her and the handwriting marked aside.

Suddenly, the music slowed down.

A warm and soft string sound.

A piano solo ensues, soothing and warm, like a gentle breeze blowing through the lover's earlobe.

It is like a moment when the soul is trapped in a web woven by the silk of infinite tenderness.

Feeling the romantic rippling melody, the girl turned the next page.

'Eighteenth Variation'

'A Song of Songs'

The small print on the side, 'Looking for Ace, an indelible chapter.' ’

"Looking for Ace, an indelible chapter?"

The girl muttered and slowly raised her head.

on stage.

Qin Jian's expression seemed to change every second, and he seemed to be looking for it under his ten fingers.

The day of rage gave him the pinnacle of playing skills in a short period of time, but the picture of the music was filled by him personally from beginning to end.

Seventeen variations, reminiscing seventeen stories.

While Qin Jian was glad that he had done his homework, he also felt Rachmaninoff's charm most directly in the real performance.

About the eighteenth variation.

In the middle of the night, Qin Jian took the sheet music and deduced this melody of resentment and sadness over and over again in the fue bar.

But I never found the affectionate heartbeat.

After consulting countless materials, Qin Jian found this theme music in a movie.

"Seventy Years Back in Time".

A man named Richard, because of a chance encounter and a photo half a year later, overcame all difficulties and turned time back to seventy years ago, to find a woman and fulfill a vow about love.

However, by an unintentional oversight, Richard was forced to return to the time that truly belonged to him.

At the end of the film, in the heartbroken wail of the heroine Ace.

Qin Jian picked up the pen and wrote down lightly on the sheet music on the side, next to the title of the eighteenth variation.

'Finding Ace, an indelible chapter'

Just like at this moment, Qin Jian's hands trembled and drew out notes one by one.

It's like writing a perfect chapter in this story.

The strings became bigger and bigger, and Qin Jian seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

One group after another of strong chords, with an unapologetic spirit.

Even so, it can't hold back the music that is gradually passing.

At this moment, the poignant music did not hesitate to earn the tears of one audience after another.

The story of the eighteenth movement finally came to an end under the growing hands of a young man.

It belongs to Qin Jian's rest room.

A girl's tears fell on the indelible chapter.

However, the music doesn't end there.

Qin Jian exhaled deeply and shook off the mixed liquid at his chin.

Bring up the panel.

Gaze across the worship value.

6673 points.

"The time seems to be almost up. ”

To the comical plucking of the cello, the nineteenth variation begins.

A short break for the piano voice.

Qin Jian's gaze locked tightly on Chris's madness potion.

After a moment of hesitation.

"Do you want to use it?"