After the sound of the piano completely dissipated, the entire hall became quiet for about five seconds.
A corner of the audience remembered the first round of applause, and only then did most of the audience wake up.
"Is it done?"
"Is this the end?"
"So short?"
…
The rare applause was also mixed with comments from the audience.
For a time, the atmosphere in the entire hall was no longer as serious as before, but became lively.
In addition, the contestants on the stage still look silly and naive at this moment.
It even made many viewers happy.
"I feel like I'm not playing well, but there's a lot of drama." A passerby commented.
"What do you know? This is called performance art. I think this guy can do it, better than the fat guy just now." Passerby B counterattacked.
Players in the spectator seats.
"Ah sneeze——"
Feng Ziyan blew his nose and looked at the stage, dumbfounded, "Are you still playing like this?"
Zhao Yinuo on the side didn't express any opinion. In fact, she didn't understand either. She even doubted whether this was the same person as the person who was talking about revolution in the video.
Compared to the duo of 13 and 14, the expressions of the other players around them were quite normal. Regardless of whether they understood it or not, the applause from their peers was still well received.
As Duan Ran clapped his hands, he was trying hard to recall the "Girl in the Garden" played by another person in his mind.
Gradually, the two versions overlapped.
"so similar."
…
Qin Jian reluctantly turned off the panel.
He stood up and came to the stage and bowed deeply in the distance.
This time, the applause from the audience was even warmer.
Thanks.
He left the stage, went directly to his rest room, put on his clothes, and left here.
Outside the door of the music hall, in addition to the staff, there are also promotional banners for some musical instrument brands.
It's getting dark.
The moment Qin Jian stepped out of the door, he took a deep breath of the air that smelled of ice.
call.
He needs to cool down his nerves now, and even wants to smoke a cigarette.
"You performed pretty well, the rest depends on the judges."
Qin Jian was satisfied with his performance, at least he had prepared everything.
But this does not mean that he knows it well, he just wants to put the most reliable works into the third round.
"If this level can be passed smoothly, the next step will be more meaningful."
He removed the bandage on his left hand, and the numbers on the tattoo were particularly conspicuous under the light.
2108.
It's much better than expected. For such a work, in such an occasion, if the net increase can be 1 point more, it is a profit.
"Why are you sitting here?"
A familiar voice came from behind.
Qin Jian hurriedly turned around and saw that He Jing had already walked out of the outer door of the hall. He quickly stood up and patted his butt, "Sister, why did you come out?"
"I saw you hadn't shown up at the contestants' seats, so I came out and took a look."
He Jing said, giving a thumbs up, "You play great."
Qin Jian touched his head, suddenly recalled a certain scene, raised his face and said, "Whose student is that?"
He Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and smiled, but did not answer the question, "Then do you want to go back and continue listening?"
Don't listen to me today. A figure quickly flashed in Qin Jian's mind. See you next time.
"I won't listen anymore." Qin Jian put his hand on He Jing's shoulder, "Sister, let's go eat!"
"What do you want to eat?" He Jing asked.
"What do you want to eat?" Qin Jian asked.
"What about wontons?"
“The wontons!”
"Wait a minute, can you eat?"
…
A bowl of wontons is certainly not enough to feed a growing teenager.
On the way back to the hotel for dinner, Qin Jian insisted on buying another fried chicken despite He Jing's strong dissuasion.
High oil, high heat and high salt, that’s right.
The fragrance is not bad either.
‘Hiccup~’
After a delicious fried chicken meal, the two siblings were busy with their own affairs again.
The boy lying on the bed was shaking his head with headphones on, and a happy song from the era was playing in his ears.
‘Two are just right’
On the panel in front of him, a capsule-shaped pill was emitting dark blue light in the backpack column.
"That's it."
"It's exactly the same as the one Chris pulled out."
Qin Jian said to himself firmly.
【Memory Pills】
[Introduction to the item:] After use, you can read the score and never forget it.
A short one-liner.
Just another glance, Qin Jian couldn't hold it in anymore...
Take a deep breath and focus your mind on the pills.
With a 'swish' sound, Lan Li lifted the bag out of his backpack.
【use or not?】
"yes."
The blue pill instantly shattered into powder in mid-air and disappeared completely into the backpack.
"Is this the end?"
Qin Jian was confused when he suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then his eyes went dark, as if he had stood up suddenly after squatting on the ground for a long time.
Just after the buzzing in his ears dissipated, Qin Jian's realization returned to the panel.
Turning off the panel, Qin Jian got out of bed and took out the music stand given to him by He Jing from his backpack.
I opened a page at random.
‘Etude.F..OP25,No11’
"Chopin's Winter Wind Etude."
Qin Jian has practiced, but the score is no longer very clear in his mind.
"Then let's try it with the winter wind first."
Starting from the expression term Lento next to the clef, Qin Jian sat back on the bed while reading.
While watching, he softly hummed the melody in his mind along with his eyes.
"Didi-didi, beep, beep..."
He Jing's version of Dongfeng's score is the original version by Bo Lan. It not only has various clear markings, but also detailed fingerings.
While Qin Jian was browsing, he couldn't bear to let go of even a single section line.
Every note, every rest, every pedal mark, every expression term...
About half an hour later, Qin Jian saw the last two-minute rest of the last measure.
Read all eight pages of music.
The song is over!
After closing the music stand, Qin Jian closed his eyes and simply thought about it in his mind.
Then he stood up and took out a staff exercise book and pen from his bag.
I climbed into bed and started dictating.
Write op25, no11 silently.
Start with lento.
Qin Jian didn't stop for a moment, and he didn't put down the pen until he finished writing the first page because his arm was a little sore.
Looking at the crooked tadpole writing, Qin Jian compared it with the original score.
"What are you laughing at?" He Jing's voice came from the other bed.
"Sister, please do your work first!"
Qin Jian couldn't care about anything else at this moment, and then directly called up the fifth page in his mind.
I wrote vigorously for a while.
After 20 minutes, take your fifth page and compare it with the original score again.
Come again!
This time Qin Jian chose an etude from the music folder that he had never heard before.
There are only two pages.
Completely unfamiliar.
…
30 minutes later.
Qin Jian took the handwritten score and sighed softly at the two original scores in front of him.
"It's really amazing this time."
Stretching, Qin Jian rubbed his sore shoulders, and the black ring in the inventory flashed in his mind.
"Ra's"
The corner of his mouth curled up.
I picked up my phone and opened a webpage I saved a few days ago.
A few seconds later.
Half a page of dense music scores suddenly appeared on the screen of the mobile phone.