Chapter 140 Are you nervous? The boy under the street lamp
"Qin Jian!!!!!!!!!"
A male voice, more penetrating than a trumpet, broke the silence of the Chime Bell Concert Hall.
A corner of the auditorium.
A little fat man stood up first, raised his hands above his head and clapped his hands vigorously.
"Wow~~~~~~~~~"
Immediately afterwards, there were applause, screams, and shouts all over the sky.
They gathered in the sky above the golden hall, almost breaking through the ceiling.
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"This guy, doesn't he prepare well for the art exam..."
Under the golden warm light of the stage, Qin Jian was panting slightly, sweat dripping down his chin and hitting the piano keys.
moment.
He shook his head and waited until the purple picture in front of him completely faded, then turned his head and looked towards the cry.
Through the dense applause, the crowd vaguely saw that familiar figure, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Thanks, brother."
The next second.
Qin Jian stood up slowly while holding the piano, turned his back to the audience, and bowed deeply towards the orchestra.
Then he stepped forward and gave Liao Linjun a gentle hug.
"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Lin Jun."
"Good performance," Liao Linjun put down his bow and patted Qin Jian's back gently, "Hurry and go to the curtain call."
For a moment, the audience applauded even louder.
Qin Jian turned around and walked to the center of the stage. He felt a little dazed under the heat and sound that hit him.
The presto in F minor seemed to be intertwined in my ears again, the girl singing in the garden, the giant's silent pathos, and the purple Paganini rhapsody.
The three great composers seemed to have traveled through time and space, their shadows intertwining on and off the stage in clear light and darkness, full of mist.
Qin Jian's heart became calmer and calmer.
Wait for your eyes to scan every corner under the stage.
With incomparable solemnity, he slowly bent down.
Finally, his eyes fell on the numbers next to the black grand piano on his left hand.
14702.
"Thanks..."
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As Qin Jian led the orchestra to the curtain call, Vivaldi's harmoniously inspired No. 11 sounded in the hall.
The game is not over yet.
The applause from Chime Concert Hall could not be louder.
The judges' table became busy for the last time, and all the judges entered the final scoring session during the exchange.
All contestants have completed their final performances, but there are still many viewers in front of the TV waiting for the final result of the competition.
The names of six people have already flooded the screens of major live broadcast rooms.
At the same time, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.
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ten minutes later.
Under the camera, Fu Hua stood up and handed an envelope to a staff member.
The staff came to the stage with the envelope again and handed it into the hands of the host.
Gradually, the whole place became quiet.
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In a rest room backstage.
"The results are out."
Qin Jian hugged his tuxedo jacket and leaned on the chair. Although his face looked relatively relaxed, his voice sounded slightly tired.
Duan Ran on the side imitated Qin Jian's tone and said, "The results are out."
Qin Jian looked at the screen and asked slowly, "Are you nervous?"
Duan Ran smiled and said, "Does being nervous for you count as being nervous?"
Qin Jian didn't react for a while, and turned his head in surprise, his eyes just met the girl's slightly trembling pupils.
The black and white eyes are clear and bright, just like Chopin's nocturne under the starry sky, looking forward to the posture and flowing with spiritual light.
Qin Jian felt his heart beating violently and his throat throbbing uncontrollably.
After a while.
"Calculate."
The picture is frozen on the table.
The score of Paganini's Rhapsody on a Theme is still on the last page.
"Then I'll be nervous."
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On the big screen.
The male host had slowly opened the envelope and carefully took out a white card from inside.
After scanning the card, he raised the microphone.
"Now I will announce the final result of this game on behalf of the competition organizing committee."
The male host said and coughed slightly.
This cough affects every heart on stage and in front of the screen.
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"The 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition Piano Group"
"The sixth place winner - Feng Ziyan, with a final score of 87.45 points!"
Before the host finished speaking, the audience burst into warm applause again.
Tonight, every young person deserves flowers and applause.
At the judges' table, Wu Qing clapped his hands and looked calm.
At the contestants' table, Feng Ziyan let out a long breath as if he had been relieved.
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"The fifth place winner - Qi Feng, with a final score of 87.531 points"
In front of the T1 terminal of Yanjing International Airport, a young passenger pushing a suitcase in his left hand and holding a mobile phone in his right hand suddenly stopped.
moment.
“The harvest from this trip was pretty good.”
After saying that, the young man slumped his shoulders, put a smile on his lips, pushed up the box again, and walked forward.
'Passengers heading to Warsaw, please note that you are on flight SU201...'
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Gradually, as the rankings announced by the host became higher and higher, the atmosphere at the scene became more and more heated.
Under the exciting string music in the background, the air pressure in the entire Chime Concert Hall became lower and lower.
"The fourth place winner - Zhao Yinuo, finally scored 88.46 points."
The camera cut to the judges' table again, and Zhou Rong's expression was just like Wu Qing's, with no hint of happiness or anger.
On the other side, Zhao Yinuo had quietly stood up and left.
The girl's declining back formed a sharp contrast with the frenzied scene.
"The third place winner - Duan Ran, with a final score of 89.47 points."
Applause and cheers erupted again, each wave getting stronger than the last.
Most of the audience could not control their emotions and stood up.
Under a crowd of people, the host raised the microphone again.
The high voice echoed throughout the hall again.
"Second Place Winner"
"Fang Zongyao"
"Final score 90.14 points"
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At this moment, He Jing's mind was buzzing, her clenched hands gradually dropped down, and it seemed as if she could no longer hear any sounds around her.
The piano on the golden stage gradually became blurred in her sight.
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00:01.
Under the night, a new day still comes
The National Center for the Performing Arts, which had been noisy all day, finally ushered in a moment of peace.
Looking from a distance, under the night, it is enveloped in a vast expanse of white, which looks particularly peaceful.
Beside the curb in front of the Grand Theater, two teenagers were sitting under the street lamp.
"So, Qin Jian, you really didn't disappoint me." The speaker was a little fat man, who was smoking coldly, and he didn't forget to take a puff of cold cigarettes from time to time.
"Okay, okay, after I finish the award-winning closing ceremony tomorrow, you will go back to Nanshi with me early the morning after tomorrow." Qin Jian said, tightening the coat around him, "I have the art exam soon, and the rest of the time
, I will accompany you to prepare."
"Really?" The little fat man quickly threw away the cigarette butt, crushed it with his kick, and said in surprise, "Brother Jian, do you want to be my partner!?"