The Scandinavian mood with a strong Nordic folk music color is permeating the entire lounge.

Under the vast mountains, the dense forests are fresh and beautiful.

The sound of the piano is fierce but delicate, and on the screen, the girl plays up and down as always.

"Click. ”

A crisp lighter sounded.

Qin Jian looked at the faint flames, and didn't light the cigarette at the corner of his mouth for a long time

The fire is the fire of the fat man, and the smoke is the box of yellow crane towers that the fat man left on the table in the dormitory.

On the day Qin Jian left the 416 dormitory after cleaning, he kept the fireworks in his bag.

At this moment, it was finally taken out to 'save the emergency'.

I must already know about participating in this competition.

I don't know if I'll lie down in front of the TV and watch it for a while.

"Hey. ”

With a sigh, Qin Jian took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and threw the lighter aside.

"I don't know how this cargo has been prepared lately. ”

It's about to be another year of art examination season.

I wonder where the fat man will go?

Where are you going?

Return to Yenching Academy, back to your alma mater?

Or consider going for a walk around the South next week?

Or go to the mecca of Western music that you once dreamed of?

All this seems to be no longer a problem for me now.

Judging from the selection system of the Huayun Competition, the 30 seeded players selected by the music associations from all over the country basically represent the highest level under the age of 18 in China.

On the judges' bench are the existence of domestic and foreign super-first-line existences, conductors, performers, educators, and the identity of each judge is not simple.

On the stage with such great competitive pressure, what is left in the end is all the existence of one in a million.

Fang Zongyao, Zhao Yinuo, and Feng Ziyan, these three are all hot young pianists in China in the future.

Although Qi Feng and Duan Ran's names have never been heard before, one is third in the semifinals and the first in the semifinals, such results are enough to prove their strength.

And at this moment, he is standing in such a queue and competing with them for the final honor.

It seems to prove from the side that his professional level has reached a certain level.

Even when He Jing asked herself in the morning, the tone of her voice carried a sense of naturalness.

Qin Jian pondered.

After a long time, he sighed deeply.

But is that really the case?

At that moment, a shrill piano chord came out of the orchestra, and the piano sound paused for a second, and then the brass parts of the entire orchestra suddenly increased in volume at this moment.

Zhao Yinuo mispronounced. ”

Qin Jian raised his head suddenly, "And this position has no end." ”

Zhao Yinuo has never made any mistakes in the three rounds.

In the final round of the finals, most of the music had gone through, and the mistone stuttered.

Although the young conductor on the stage came to the rescue at the first time, increasing the power and speed of the arms swinging.

The members of the orchestra also understood how to highlight their own volumes.

But even so.

It is also impossible to cover up the mistakes of the girl in front of the piano.

However, the girl on the screen has resumed her normal playing, and her intoxicated state seems to have not been affected in the slightest.

After a short interlude.

Zhao Yinuo successfully completed the third movement 'Solemn Andante' with high difficulty.

The end of the song.

Applause rang out, hand in hand with the young conductor.

The curtain call for her Huayun contest ended

She bowed calmly, still with the same confident and proud expression she had when she first took the stage.

'Applause—applause—'

In the other lounge, Fang Zongyao also applauded softly, but his eyes were full of regret when he looked at the screen.

"Awesome Grieg. ”

Calm voice.

Qin Jian admired Zhao Yinuo's strong stage psychological quality.

After such a serious mistake in such an important competition, he was able to maintain a stable state and perform the work in its entirety.

Qin Jian sighed, and suddenly remembered the scene of his final professional exam in his junior year.

There were only four teachers in the classroom at the time, and after a string of quick arpeggios went wrong, he never picked them up, and finally left the piano with a blank in his mind.

He was already twenty years old at the time, and Zhao Yinuo was only seventeen at this moment.

At this moment, Duan Ran had already come to the stage.

"Schumann's Piano Concerto in Minor. ”

With the wave of the conductor, the orchestra roared.

In front of the black piano, the girl in the white dress has already begun to play.

Gentle, flowing, profound notes leap out of the piano castanets one after another.

If Zhao Yinuo's performance style is always like a turbulent hot flame, there will always be a faint wind in Ran's music.

Just like her expression, the faint alienation always makes people wonder which deep secret realm her fingers will lead to.

And when you find out, you've been at the exit of the secret passage for a long time.

But the music doesn't know where it's going.

I have to say that this is a real talent to play.

Duan Ran's music has a sharp control of the most subtle rhythm.

With a high-speed dense gorgeous sound stream.

The screen cuts to a close-up close-up in front of the piano.

Stirring music.

Under the girl's long eyelashes, there is an affectionate narration under the slightly swaying pupils.

Persistent, profound.

At this moment, Qin Jian's heart was touched again.

A different feeling spread in my heart.

It was as if countless blood vessels were instantly filled with blood.

The strong pressure on his chest made his breathing completely rapid.

The lens is changed again.

The close-up of the camera cuts to the keys.

A fast-running left hand, slender and immaculate.

It's just that Qin Jian's attention was on the obviously curved little finger.

This may have been caused by her long and heavy confrontation with the stiff keys during the bone growth phase, or maybe it was something else.

But under the soft lyrical interlude of the second movement, the sweet pastoral is like an outlet for feelings.

A corner of the VIP seat in the auditorium.

"Mr. Rigel, I remember you said that Schumann's piece was composed after he fell in love with Lady Clara, and that the player should have had to be passionate about fire, right?"

"The world of music has never been absolute, each individual can give full play to the human imagination, what I heard was the rational design of the song, and at the same time it shone with a faint light, this child's understanding of this work, has its own uniqueness, listen carefully. ”

A moment later.

"You say that kind of greenness?"

Rigel smiled, did not answer the other party's question, and moved his gaze back to the stage, "I am already looking forward to her performance in the Mozart Music Competition." ”

The best attempt to incorporate the spirit of Romanticism into the classical sonata form.

In the intoxicating music, Schumann writes about the image of Clara in his heart.

Duan Ran's performance, with a touch of white and a little pink belonging to a girl.

She sketched a picture with musical notes and left it in Qin Jian's heart.

It seems that under the corner of the red wall on the banks of the Rhine, young Clara runs around Schumann, giggling and mischievous.

Before you know it, the music has come to a tune.

The majestic third movement is drawing to a close.

Qin Jian touched his somewhat hot face and shook his head vigorously.

"Whew————" let out a long breath.

As the camera zooms out.

The hot emotions in my heart gradually subsided.

Even the previous depression has also faded seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

"It's really nice. ”

"Thank you. ”

The song ends.

Enthusiastic applause rang out violently.

Duan Ran got up, came to the center of the stage, covered his chest, and bent down gently.

Under the warm lamp, her slightly panting and flushed cheeks were tinged with the characteristic greenness of a girl.

Qin Jian looked at the screen for a long time.

One stage, one place.

Feng Ziyan's Chopin has a freewheeling imagination.

Qi Feng did his best to reproduce Liszt's musical colors.

Zhao Yinuo's strong Grieg is not afraid of falling.

Duan Ran used his own inspiration to depict the inextricable links of Schumann and Clara.

Each person has an authentic expression of the piano and the work.

Authentic expression is pure instinct for music.

How much sweat is hidden behind this pure instinct.

Qin Jian didn't know, but he understood that hard work was the catalyst for the strongest talent.

"Did you work hard enough?"

Raise your left hand again and bounce it through the air a few times.

After staring for a moment, he pursed his lips self-deprecatingly.

"It's probably a long way from what they're really about. ”

"Hmm-"

Qin Jian couldn't help nodding his head, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"But that's not bad. ”

"There's still time. ”

"It's time to plan a little bit, too. ”

At this moment, an unprecedented wave of anticipation surged in his heart.

But.

It's all going to have to wait until after tonight's end.

Qin Jian once again took out the score of Paganini's rhapsody on the theme from his bag.

Summons the panel and opens the backpack.

His gaze moved to the piano boy's wings.

"Do you want to use it?"

"Yes. ”

In the next second, Qin Jian's expression was stunned.

"This, this is!?"

From his point of view, the score in front of him changed again.