Putting down the cloth towel, Qin Jian swallowed his saliva hard, and forcibly suppressed the strong feeling of nausea.

"The last one. ”

His throat thumped up and down again.

"B major. ”

Raising his hand, Qin Jian suddenly hesitated for a moment.

A chill in his back made his left hand tremble.

This time, every pair of eyes in the audience, including the cameraman, saw this scene.

Everyone was hooked.

Although Chopin has never been short of accidents in the arena, none of the judges wanted their favourite to have the slightest surprise in the final repertoire.

Even a few judges who were like Qin Jian, who they thought were 'skilled thieves', couldn't help frowning at this time.

The scene became quieter for a while.

Another moment.

Qin Jian seemed to calmly raise his hands again, but in fact, his brain was already blank.

His gaze was filled with all the uncertainty, but he pressed a note anyway.

"Wow. ”

The falling finger is still an elegant falling finger.

He didn't allow himself to press a single note crudely in the spotlight.

One note, then another, soaring into the air in the soft light.

One after another, forming a hazy melodic line.

After the music sounded for three minutes, the hearts of everyone in the audience gradually relaxed.

The center of the entire arena space returned to the melody that sounded on the stage.

Nocturnein BMajor "Nocturne in B major"

The rhythm of the notes is delicate and flexible.

The delicate and sentimental melody is once again presented with a unique performance picture under the arrangement of ten pale fingers.

At this moment, the sensitive judges suddenly found that they could not find traces of this rhythm in their minds.

The prelude to this Nocturne in B major was something they had never felt before.

The strong sense of surprise forced them to pay more attention, they were not wrong to be judges, but they were also still Chopin's disciples in the world, and they were people who loved Chopin.

Nocturne.

It is undoubtedly the most beautiful treasure that Chopin left to the world.

Each melodious romantic piece has a velvety and delicate texture, and has a kind of magic that involuntarily brings you into a beautiful dream.

When you approach the melodic lines hidden in the clusters, the shining stars in the starry sky will shine before your eyes.

This is Chopin's nocturne, a poetic dream.

Qin Jian played a nocturne in B major, as if you could hear Chopin pouring out his love for you.

Sweet to the extreme.

When the subject appeared, Qin Jian had already closed his eyes unconsciously, leaving only a pale face and a cold sweat under his forehead in the camera.

He raised his eyebrows at times, the melody was presented in a graceful manner, and then under the corners of his mouth, the music appeared with a hint of humor.

The lingering ornamental sound is full of sultry ambiguity, and the weak sound pedal stepped on at the right time, like the dusk under the curtain, as if the transparent mist wrapped around the carved openwork pattern bed, the men and women in the mist are whispering.

In the murmur, the melody inadvertently turned into B minor again, Qin Jian clamped his eyebrows at this moment, his fingers became a little anxious, and he lost his center of gravity between strokes and intersperses, as if the wind and rain were blowing the uneasiness before parting.

His shoulders lifted up.

The melody finally rushed along with it.

Rapid!

It's in a hurry!

More and more urgent!!

The melody is more and more rapid and accompanied by intense emotions, as if it is finally about to explode completely in the acceleration of nine bars!!!

Correct..

"Phew..."

A chord that seemed to be full of struggles ended up leaving only a short sound, even though his head was scorching. v5

With the intense dramatic changes in the music, Argerich's pupils contracted again, and her whole body seemed to stop, and finally collapsed again.

But the music continued.

When the theme reappeared, although the bright melody appeared again, what lingered in her heart was the emotion that had not been vented in her heart for a moment.

But the music continues, towards the end of a story, an ending that the composer cannot change.

In the widening cadenza at the end of the pitch, the melody finally presents a graceful and uncomplicated feeling, so innocent that there is no trace of luster.

Qin Jian slowly opened his eyes, as if he had never closed his eyes, was there a kind of nostalgia in his eyes?

He didn't know.

Still stroking out the last few dull notes with his fingers.

"W-"

A 'hello' from a stranger ends here.

Raise your hand.

The hall fell silent again.

So far, the five works of Qin Jian's preliminary competition have been presented one by one.

Nodding lightly at the piano, Qin Jian smiled.

Rise.

Turn around.

Fuqin.

Smile.

Take a bow.

Leave calmly.

...

At this moment, the lobby of the Warsaw Concert Hall has already sounded the announcement of the preparation of the next contestant.

Kawa of the streamer is carried away by the staff, and the stage is empty.

Long.

Argerich smiled lightly, her gaze seemed to have returned from her girlhood to the indifference after the vicissitudes of life, really indifferent.

She started writing 'yes' after the name belonging to contestant No. 21.

She's not so easy to fool, and she won't give a result until the last minute.

Even if the results are given, it is only the results of this round, and there are still three long stages to follow.

"Don't be a smug boy. ”

Argerich is one such woman who is always arrogant, and she doesn't tell her colleagues around her that she can't wait to start the next round.

"What kind of repertoire will you bring?" Argerich sighed again as he looked at the empty stage,

That's when it happened.

“no。 ”

In the corner of the judges' seat, another woman's voice sounded, she was also a strong woman.

...

...

The moment Qin Jian left the arena and walked into the lobby, the bright lights made him feel dazzling.

The noise around him, and the various glances cast at him, made him feel a strong sense of disgust again.

He squinted and shook his head slightly, swallowing his saliva uncontrollably.

"What's wrong with you!?" the anxious voice in front of him relieved him.

"It's okay, I'll go to the bathroom," Qin Jian said and gave Duan Ran a reassuring smile.

It's just that the corners of his mouth that were barely pulled apart didn't move Duan Ran at all.

Qin Jian almost ran in the direction of the bathroom.

Duan Ran followed closely, carrying her bag and holding her coat, and followed to the door of the bathroom, but she couldn't go in.

At this moment, her mind was full of Qin Jian's pale face just now, compared to whether the other party played normally in the arena just now, she only cared about whether the other party's body was okay now.

kept walking back and forth, and seeing that the other party was delayed, Duan Ran was about to cry.

At the moment when Duan Ran decided to find a staff member to go in, the door of the bathroom was pushed open.