In Qin Jian's rest room, Duan Ran was the only one left looking at the empty door.
moment.
Her eyes moved to the score on the table.
With curiosity, she picked up the score. The worn cover had serious wrinkles.
"It is indeed a Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini."
Mumbling to the quaint cover, she opened the first page.
The first line of music has been altered beyond recognition.
However, the printed 'Introduziine' at the very beginning of the score can still be vaguely seen.
Next to the introduction, Duan Ran struggled to identify the scrawled and slightly familiar handwriting.
‘What if one day all Rachmaninov’s music is forgotten by the world’
'I think the last thing left will be the Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini...'
"Well..."
The girl's eyes stopped here, and her heart felt inexplicably hot.
...
In the center of the golden stage, Fang Zongyao came to the center of the stage together with conductor Nelson under the continuous applause.
Behind him, a musician from the Lesbian Symphony Orchestra also stood up.
Along with Fang Zongyao, they lowered their waists towards the auditorium.
At this moment, applause broke out again, and whistles and screams came one after another.
Every major live broadcast room has been flooded with the words "Champion"
There was even constant discussion among the judges.
"A perfect performance has the formal requirements followed by neoclassicism, but also does not lose the spiritual connotation of modern musical thinking and machinery."
"It really follows the intellectual balance and objectivity of classicism."
"He abstracted away the classical emotions and was completely unlike any other performance, but this time it was what struck me the most."
For Fang Zongyao's just-concluded Piano Concerto, all the judges seemed to see again the boy who played Matjepa in the first round.
Cold, confident, silent but extremely powerful.
...
With Fang Zongyao's final graceful departure, the Lesippi Orchestra also evacuated the stage.
Gradually, the auditorium became quiet.
A moment later, on the other side of the stage, a tall old foreign man pushed a brand-new piano to the center of the stage, replacing the podium.
It was just the last scene that not many people noticed.
Then, the musicians of the Yanjing Philharmonic Orchestra took the stage again.
But only the position of first violin is vacant.
Busy and noisy backstage.
The door of a women's dressing room was pushed open, and then a woman slowly walked out.
She was wearing a dark green one-shoulder dress with bare back, holding a bow in her left hand and a crystal-style violin in her right hand, which looked dazzling under the light.
As soon as she went out, she walked towards the door of the stage corridor.
At this moment, Xia Dong, who was guarding the entrance of the gate, looked at the woman walking from a distance.
His eyes glanced at the instrument in the other person's hand, "I haven't seen this piano of yours for seven or eight years."
The woman did not answer, but looked around, "Where are the others?"
"I don't know where that kid went." Xia Dong shook his head, "It's okay, you can go up first."
"I'll leave the orchestra to you."
The woman smiled and said, "This matter is not my business."
With that said, he turned around and opened the door and stepped onto the stage.
...
"The last contestant to appear in the final - Qin Jian, was recommended by the Quan Provincial Musicians Association."
As the host's announcement sounded again, the hall became completely quiet.
An elegant woman wearing a dark green floor-length dress and holding a crystal violin walked onto the stage silently.
He sat in the position of first violinist in the orchestra.
"The designated piano is Steinway Model D."
Most of the audience was full of curiosity about this concerto who had a unique appearance.
Especially the audience who came to the piano competition after watching the violin finals were even more incredible.
"Competition tracks for this round"
There was also an explosion in the live broadcast room.
'Isn't this the beautiful judge who appeared at the violin final just now?'
‘It seems like it’s really her——’
‘Fuck, this is okay’
‘6666666～’
‘The piano this woman is holding looks like a dick’
‘I also have a piano like this’
'Haha, may I ask which Medask Violin and Piano Competition winner is upstairs?'
In the judges' table, all the judges also widened their eyes.
At this point in the broadcast, the host's voice stopped.
this moment.
The atmosphere in the entire Chime Bell Concert Hall has gradually calmed down.
At the scene, in front of mobile phones, computers, and TVs, every pair of eyes was fixed on the door on the left side of the stage.
After a while.
The door was pushed open.
A black figure slowly appeared.
...
In the close-up of the camera, the golden warm light shines on the young man.
The clear-cut black tuxedo is attached to his tall figure, and the white lining tucked into the bottom highlights his lean and strong waist.
The high-waisted trousers under the short-front and long-back tuxedo perfectly highlighted his superior figure proportions.
Simple and neat, full of aura.
I saw the young man's chest rising and falling slightly for a moment, and then he took steps.
"clatter"
"clatter"
"clatter"
"clatter"
In the quiet hall, the sound of shoe heels rubbing against the stage floor echoed.
The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded again at this moment.
The atmosphere at the scene became increasingly quiet.
No one seems willing to break this wonderful atmosphere.
...
Qin Jian stepped closer to the piano in the center of the stage, feeling the strange silence in the air, and his breathing became more and more even.
The blank brain was filled with scenes of the past.
After about two moments, the black grand piano in his eyes gradually became clearer.
The hot desk lamp suddenly became no longer hot.
Turning around and facing the dark auditorium, Qin Jian nodded gently.
And the moment he turned around.
Beside the piano.
In the first violin position, a woman holding a crystal violin was looking at him with a smile.
For a moment, Qin Jian was stunned.
The man who was supposed to be in the first place has disappeared.
Under the gaze of nearly two thousand pairs of eyes at the scene, Qin Jian's back seemed to be frozen.
But just a second later, the woman stood up and stretched out her right hand.
Seeing the opportunity, Qin Jian quickly walked in front of the other party in two steps.
He also extended his right hand.
"Is this a surprise?" the woman asked softly.
"Calculate!"
Qin Jian glanced at the other party gratefully. Although he didn't know why the other party appeared here, he felt inexplicably more at ease in his heart.
But the woman smiled mysteriously and stopped looking at Qin Jian.
She stood up, took one step to Qin Jian's side, faced the audience with a smile, held the piano in one hand, with the head of the piano close to her body, and made a gesture of invitation in Qin Jian's direction.
then.
Under countless gazes.
He bent down slightly.
The next second.
The entire orchestra burst into violent applause.
Qin Jian was stunned.
The audience also applauded in this atmosphere.
The judges in the audience were also stunned.
They know the identity of a woman, and they know the etiquette between the concertmaster and the lead singer of a symphony orchestra even more clearly.
But on such an occasion, the first lady with such a status paid tribute to an unknown young man with the highest etiquette of the symphony orchestra.
Under applause.
"For the next thirty minutes, the entire orchestra is yours."
The woman whispered again and sat back in her seat.
"Thank you, Sister Lin Jun."
Qin Jian took a long breath and tried hard to calm the fluctuations in his chest.
His eyes looked over every member of the orchestra, under every pair of smiling faces.
He also bent down deeply.
Return gift.
Then his expression changed and he lifted his hands from both hips.
Following the swallowtails floating in the warm light, I sat down in front of the piano.
The applause fell, and the Chime Bell Concert Hall returned to silence again.
Qin Jian folded his hands.
The front panel appears.
"Focus on guidance."
"open."
A wave of emotion came over me.
His eyes moved to the black ring in his backpack again.
"Wearing the Day of Wrath?"
...
"yes."
‘Click’, a short inlay sound sounded in the ear.
A peaceful second.
The next second, an invisible pressure with a strong sense of adsorption made Qin Jian almost breathless.
For a moment, it seemed like countless images flashed through my mind in one second.
Finally, the scene is captured in a harsh winter dusk.
'The fire clouds in the sky have dimmed, and the old Rachmaninoff is sitting under the eaves in his coat, holding a quill in his hand'
‘His deep gaze was falling on a blooming purple lilac in front of him’
The violent suffocation that was suppressed in my heart broke out at this moment.
Qin Jian's eyes flashed, and the scene returned to the stage.
He raised his left hand with calm eyes.
But unconsciously, the bandage gradually loosened.