Chapter 102 The audience inside and outside the venue is about to take their place
During the digestion time after the meal, the two siblings were busy with their own affairs.
Because she is accompanying someone to participate in a competition, He Jing can only find time to communicate with other piano teachers at Boer Art School on the phone to understand the practice progress of some recent piano candidates, and then provide some remote guidance by watching videos.
Qin Jian, on the other hand, was relatively free. He had just taken off the bandage on his hand and used warm water to do a big health care on his ten joints.
At this time, he was leaning comfortably on the soft pillow, browsing the web on his mobile phone.
Shostakovich's "Piano Quintet in G minor" was playing in the headphones, and the past memories of bow strings brushing against white hair in the music flashed through my mind from time to time.
I casually searched for ‘Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition’ on a certain website.
Originally, I just wanted to know how popular the competition that was announced this session was on the media network.
But who knew that the amount of information that popped up still made Qin Jian feel a little...
On the first URL that popped up on the page, the red words with the official label 'The 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition - Official News' were prominently displayed.
Below are news headlines from major media
‘Huayun Youth “marries” mass media, and national-level classical music competitions turn around brilliantly’ - People’s Daily
‘The PK of hundreds of young artists! The mysterious Huayun Youth Music Competition is revealed for the first time’_Penguin News
‘Why is the center of classical music in the future said to be in China_Revelation and analysis_The China Propaganda Department behind the Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition speaks out’
‘Live broadcast address: The 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition | Official website of the Chinese Musicians Association’
‘Weibo topic of Huayun Junior Piano Competition_Weibo topic’
‘DaMai Ticketing: Huayun Youth Music Competition…’
….
Qin Jian was dumbfounded.
In my memory, this competition has never been so public, and judging from the time of news release, most of them were within 48 hours.
I casually clicked on the first official title.
"The 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition, which is global, cultural, professional and comprehensive, officially opens today.
To add another highlight to the launch of this cultural event that attracts global attention.
Fu Hua, Wu Qing, Zhou Rong, Li Jianxun, Yue Cheng, and other competition organizing committee leaders, heads of the National Alliance of Arts Universities, and Mr. Klims, Chairman of the International Music Association, were at the Chime Concert Hall of the Yanjing National Center for the Performing Arts.
A grand opening ceremony was held…”
Qin Jian glanced at it casually and closed it, then opened several other title websites one after another.
Basically, they are all similar, mostly for promotion, but there is no introduction to the actual game situation yet. It seems that the live schedule of the first round of games has not been made public. Even the pictures attached to some topics on Weibo only have the opening ceremony.
Some live venues and group photos with the big guys.
However, judging from the publicity momentum of the entire online media, the popularity is sufficient.
"Um--"
"fu——"
Qin Jian threw the phone aside, looked at the ceiling above his head, rolled his eyes, and let out a sigh of relief.
She secretly glanced sideways at He Jing and found that the other person was still wearing headphones.
Open the panel.
Reconsolidated existing assets and reserves.
Worship value: 1754
Gold coins: 213w+
Props: [Chris' Crazy Potion] [Piano Boy's Wings] [Day of Wrath]
"Besides money, what else is worth exploiting?"
Qin Jian could only focus on [Qintong's wings].
‘Acquire three times the analytical power of the staff within 60 minutes of use’
"Stave music analysis, staff analysis, staff analysis..."
Qin Jian's eyebrows suddenly raised, as if he had thought of something vaguely.
Immediately took off the headphones, picked up the phone again, opened the web page, and started typing quickly.
‘lahema…’
…
Nanshi, Bihu Garden, Room 1401.
In the empty living room.
The crisp sound of the piano is outlining the ancient nursery rhyme stroke by stroke.
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a cute girl sat beside the black grand piano, playing "Little Star" on the keyboard in a serious manner.
A small black and white cow cat lies at the little girl's feet, opening her mouth to breathe from time to time.
On the coffee table not far from the piano, there is a stack of books neatly placed. Next to the stack of books is an open diary and a horizontal pen.
Above the diary, a pair of small hands were holding a mobile phone and swiping at the screen.
On the screen of the mobile phone, 3-inch photos with blue backgrounds flashed one after another.
Suddenly, the fingers stopped.
The screen stayed on a photo of a young man with angular features and black hair.
There is a number 21 printed underneath the photo.
"It's Qin Jian."
A silent smile.
After a long time.
The owner of the hand picked up the pen again and wrote down——
‘Chapter 13 Bach’s Last Words’
....
The tip of the pen crossed the page, and under the warm light of the living room, it followed Mozart's nursery rhymes, clearly and rhythmically.
The story continues.
Another long night begins.
…
"get up!"
In a daze, Qin Jian vaguely heard the shouts in his ears, until a physical shaking sensation on his shoulders forced him to open his eyes.
"Ah sister."
He Jing was sitting by the bed, with helplessness written on her face: "It's already half past twelve."
"Lie——"
With a start, Qin Jian suddenly sat up from the bed and stepped into the bathroom.
"bath!"
…
13:34.
Qin Jian dried his hair, re-bandaged his left hand, and arranged his clothes. Amid He Jing's questioning, the two siblings left the hotel room together.
"Why don't you wear that tuxedo?"
"It's so boring to wear it now. The finals are all about the finals."
"What do you want to eat for lunch?"
"Drink porridge."
A light diet in winter can help reduce the burden on the body. This is a detail.
…
14:30, gate of Zhongshan Concert Hall.
Compared with the first stage of the competition, when the second stage of the competition started, the entrance to the concert hall, which was originally quiet, had become a bit crowded.
In addition to various vehicles, there are also many more people than before.
There are many extra staff and spectators among them.
On the fluorescent video screen at the entrance of the main hall, the audience's viewing order and related content such as a long countdown are scrolled.
He Jing took out the contestant's entry card from her bag and handed it to Qin Jian, "It's almost time, come in quickly."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to straighten the collar of the other party's shirt.
"Don't be nervous on stage."
The appearance of the two people was already eye-catching, and this scene made the people around them look at them.
However, Qin Jian didn't notice the gazes around him and gently patted He Jing on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous in the audience."
Then he took the competition pass and turned around and walked into the contestant tunnel.
"Qin Jian, come on."
He Jing, who stayed where he was, looked at the other person's back and murmured to himself.
After showing his ID, Qin Jian quickly arrived at the Peony Concert Hall.
Under the guidance of the staff, we entered the preparation area for the contestants backstage. At this time, many contestants had already arrived here in advance.
Many people have gathered together to communicate.
Qin Jian's entry obviously made the scene quiet for a few seconds.
Under all kinds of curious eyes, classmate Qin Jian also nodded politely in response.
Although the competition system of the last round did not allow many young players to have the opportunity to get to know each other in a normal atmosphere like now, but with the competition on the first round stage as a basis, no one will feel too uncomfortable at this moment.
It's just that Qin Jian didn't join the group chat, but started chatting alone in the background.
On the wall on the left side of the public area, a large screen completely embedded in it is broadcasting live the situation in the entire Peony Hall.
On the stage, the staff was adjusting the radio equipment suspended above the grand piano, and several large cameras were installed directly above the auditorium.
You can also see the entire concert hall live here.
In the corridor on the right, there are independent rest and practice rooms with numbers belonging to each player.
“The organizing committee is really thoughtful.”
As you continue walking inside, you can gradually hear various music playing from various lounges.
Bach's preludes, Chopin's waltzes, and even Czerny's etudes, come and go, interspersed together, it's really lively.
Room No. 2, Room 7, and Room 13, these are the numbers that left a deep impression on Qin Jian.
The sound of the piano belonging to Room 30 is particularly attractive.
Qin Jian pricked up his ears and searched carefully in the noisy hallway.
A clear audio track emerged.
"It's k280."
Qin Jian wanted to finish listening, but in the end he smiled and shook his head. He went directly to the door of Room 21, gently pulled the door handle, and sat in front of the piano.
Adjust your breathing, let go of the sound of the piano remaining in your mind, and exhale.
Recalling the details of a certain piece of music, I pressed the pedal with my right hand at the same time.
"Drop-dang-"
soon.
In the backstage porch, a new melody played.
But at this moment, the K280 track belonging to Mozart was interrupted.
…
"Federico Mombo?"
In room 30, the boy's hands were still standing on the keys in the same position as five seconds ago, but there was a rare doubt in his eyes.