()"Ding." ”

A crisp sound, as if from a distant response.

"Discover Amadeus' Last Wish"

Under the soft light, with the voice that sounded in his head, the young man frowned slightly.

"Amadeus?"

The boy muttered.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a name flashed through his mind.

"It's Zat!"

"Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart!"

In an instant, the young man's pupils shook rapidly, and his heart, which was almost calm, was flooded again.

"Was it Mozart's last wish?"

"Then thank you, Uncle Pei. ”

At this point, the hall was already trapped

In front of the stage, behind the stage, in the judges' seats, in the audience, there were people applauding in every corner.

Strangers, through a black piano and a pair of hands, can easily establish some kind of intimacy in music.

A great performance is the best tribute to the audience.

Sincere applause is the best feedback for the stage.

The boy got up and put on the handkerchief on the piano stage, and returned to the center of the stage under dense applause.

He bowed in each of the three directions.

Finally, he left the stage under applause.

"The ninth player in this round—"

"Specified, Steinway"

"He'll bring the following tracks..."

"Haydn..."

The game continued.

Eight consecutive Beethoven sonatas finally ended under Qin Jian's No. 8.

Push the door and go out.

In the corridor of the waiting room, a brand new piano is neatly arranged, and next to each piano there are three staff members fiddling with the corners of the piano.

It was like an inspection, and one of them was still holding a pen and writing something in a notebook.

"Please give way. ”

There was a loud voice.

Qin Jian hurriedly withdrew his gaze and turned sideways.

Directly ahead, two staff members wearing "TE" emblazoned on them are pushing a piano towards this direction.

Passing by, Qin Jian saw Steinway on the piano.

It turns out that the other side of the backstage is like this.

Turning his head to look around, Qin Jian didn't seem to find YH's staff.

Just as he was about to leave, under the incandescent lamp on the left side of the corridor hall, a tall old foreign man leaned against the wall with his strong arms in his arms, a small tuning fork pinned to his ear, and was grinning at himself.

"Uncle Potter!!"

Qin Jian said in surprise and walked briskly in the direction of the old man

I never thought that I would meet such an old Porter in the background here.

With a pair of brown glass mirrors, a handsome navy blue overalls hangs a dark brown apron that drags up to the knees, and all kinds of small tools are inserted in the unfolded small tool bag on the side waist.

Is this still the drunken bartender?

Is this still the old man with a drum brush?

“h，j”

"The performance was so touching that I almost burst into tears," Porter Sr. said, taking off his glasses and pointing exaggeratedly at the corners of his eyes.

It's just that apart from banter, Qin Jian can't see anything anymore

The old man joked with each other for a while.

"Uncle Bert, why are you here, Sister Lin Jun, is she there?"

"She should be done this time, but it doesn't matter, let's talk about the piano just now. The old man said as he conjured a notebook and a pen from his body.

"Let's start with the sound. ”

"Uh," Qin Jian recalled, "the bass chords are not only clear, but also very thick, and I don't even feel like YH." ”

The old man grinned and moved his pen, "Go on." ”

"And then the midrange feels more like"

End of Q&A.

"Alright, let's go and rest, I need to sort out the data, now is not the time for small talk," the old man said to himself as he moved his pen, "We'll meet again in two days, and tell me about your game when the time comes." ”

"You're busy, see you later. ”

Qin Jian said as he turned around and walked towards the other side of the backstage

After a conversation, I once again saw the power of professional tuning.

Even for Old Bert to be proficient in this technique, Qin Jian couldn't feel any real surprise from his heart.

It's just that the selection of the piano was arranged by Liao Linjun, and the tuning of the piano was operated by Porter.

These are linked together, plus the scene of the three of them sitting around the coffee table and piano hall eating.

Qin Jian's heart was filled with indescribable emotion for a while.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Listening to the words that reached his ears, the old man raised his head.

Far away, at the end of the corridor, the boy was moving his mouth happily.

Professional competitions not only need professional judges and contestants, but also camera, recording, field affairs, backstage, and every link is professionally equipped.

Back backstage, the door of the dressing room was still closed, and Qin Jian found a place to sit down again.

The Haydn Sonata coming from the stage was nearing its end.

This means that there are still three entries left before the results of the competition are announced.

The process of waiting is not boring.

"It's time to count the loot again.

After the actual performance began, Qin Jian didn't pay attention to the increase in worship value.

But that doesn't mean it's not important.

Sweep across your left hand.

The panel appeared, and a column of data was clearly imprinted in front of him.

"This" boy could barely control the corners of his mouth.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. ”

7504

That's a real increase of 5,000 points, almost twice as high as expected!

Qin Jian's heart was finally steady.

Take a look down.

The gold coin also reached 280w+ during the two days of high-intensity practice

XP is still growing slowly at 74/200

After sweeping casually

Qin Jian exhaled lightly and opened his backpack.

In the grid next to the day of wrath, a pale gray paper-like object glows with a lilac glow.

"Purple!"

It's purple!

Items with musicians' names on them are not simple.

Qin Jian's face was overjoyed, and he said secretly.

Concentrate on the piece of paper.

Slowly, the pages floated up and spread out in front of Qin Jian's eyes.

Amadeus's last wishes

'One day, a stranger dressed in black came to visit, and the stranger asked Amadeus to write a Requiem, which was Amadeus, and few people knew who Mozart was at that time, and then he fell ill and he could not get rid of this Mass for Death, and on the day of the funeral, it was snowing heavily, and it was a cemetery where criminals, vagabonds, and paupers were buried.

"Do you want to spend 10,000 Worship points to open Amadeus's last wish?"

"Damn. ”

10,000 Worship Points.

Qin Jian sighed softly.

If this was just a story, Qin Jian admitted that he had been attracted, and if he really had enough worship value in his hand, he would be eager to open it and read it now.

But the problem now is that it doesn't just seem to be a story, it seems to be about some plot.

Tasks, Scores, Writings, Rewards?

For a while, the teenager's brain was about to be broken by all kinds of fantasy colors.

As Mozart's unfinished posthumous work, the Requiem has been a black haze for centuries.

Qin Jian's heart is getting more and more itchy, just.

"Nope. ”

The page recoiled, and the gray pieces of paper slowly drifted back into the inventory.

Turning off the backpack and looking at the worship value that had become 7502, Qin Jian sighed helplessly.

"It turns out that there is more than one kind of poverty. ”

Through the hallway, applause from the hall was heard.

Then.

"The ninth player to appear in this round - Qi Feng, selected by the Hui Provincial Musicians Association"

Qin Jian turned off the panel.

"It's finally you. ”

"Third in the semi-finals. ”