The holy girl blooms with the most simple emotions.
All of this brings people the most sincere enjoyment of purity and beauty.
The moment the bass melody sounded again, the eyes of the audience unconsciously returned to the girl again.
The same theme, different feeling, the sweet humming of the bass is like a midnight song, filling people's hearts with yearning for dawn.
From the birth of music to the present, every detail has been continuously improved in different historical periods.
However, there is no official textbook that records which musical structure can make people feel happy, and there is no harmonic function that clearly points to "this can make people cry."
But under such a simple musical structure, under such a simple harmonious progression, every moment passed under the girl's fingers was like the last note that crushed human tear ducts.
"I feel so uncomfortable."
Aso Natsuki didn't know why she felt like this, it was obviously filled with the sound of sunny piano.
Looking at the girl with a smile on the big screen, she suddenly felt that the guy beside her, whom the teacher called "the more elusive guy", was so indifferent.
She admitted that Mozart under the fingers of this young man filled people with countless fantasies, something she had never experienced among her peers.
Perhaps it is in this contrast between gorgeous and simple emotions that the music reaches its ultimate sublimation.
Aso Natsuki thought, but still glanced at the man in front of the piano with dissatisfaction.
"I hope you're not really a bad guy."
This is probably the case for adolescent girls.
Sensitive and cute, but not unreasonable.
Maybe I feel that the music has really reached the last few bars and entered the final ending.
The audience members in the audience seats under the stage couldn't help but stand up, and the twenty judges on the judges' bench also put down their pens one after another.
this moment.
Everyone's eyes noticed that the expression of the young man on the big screen gradually changed.
...
Suddenly, at the moment when the movement was about to end, Qin Jian imitated Duan Ran and gently bit his lower lip.
As the real lead performer of this piece, no listener's ears can be more sensitive to the changes that occur in every process of the entire piece than his.
Perhaps only he still knows that Duan Ran today is no different from the past.
Even after taking off his luxurious dress and makeup, just like on an ordinary morning, Duan Ran was sitting in front of the piano wearing only a furry pajamas and a simple hairband on his head.
Her piano is still the same.
Perseverance, concentration, and devotion.
If a good ensemble piece is to be presented profoundly, all four hands are indispensable.
Gradually fading away from the world of Mozart's music, and listening to the real music in her ears again, Qin Jian's fleeting thoughts involuntarily made her imitate the habit of the girl next to her when playing the piano, and gently bit her lower lip.
This can be regarded as a kind of tribute.
Sudden.
With the last moment of the music, Qin Jiangao raised his hands and suddenly dropped them.
"When——"
The third to last chord was struck without any pause, and he raised his hands again. At this moment, Mr. Duan Ran raised his hands.
The two of them spread their hands again and lowered the keys simultaneously.
"When——"
There is another long-sounding chord, the penultimate chord.
Four hands lifted and dropped again.
"when------------"
The last profound and distant chord lingered in every corner of the concert hall for a long time.
Finish.
The song ends.
"Wow~~~~~~~"
"Wow~~~~~~~"
"Wow~~~~~~~"
At this moment, a blowout broke out under the stage.
Many spectators in the back row even stood up.
Although this is just the preliminary round of a music competition, the moving music does not matter the occasion.
It's time for the curtain call.
Everyone is looking at the stage, waiting for their curtain call.
Under the applause, Qin Jian took a deep breath, gently pushed away the piano stool and stood up.
At this time, no one was paying attention to the big screen behind the stage.
"It's finally done."
Looking at the tall figure under the backlight in front of her, Duan Ran felt that the applause off the stage seemed far away from her.
But she didn't care about this. She patted her chest and her joyful expression seemed to be satisfied with the final performance of this scene.
But the moment she stood up.
Suddenly, she felt her right hand being wrapped by a warm hand.
At that moment her heartbeat accelerated.
The next second.
I felt my body being pulled up, and the applause in front of me was even worse.
Duan Ran arrived at the center of the stage in a daze, seemingly not mentally prepared.
Seeing the man next to her bend down slightly, she also hurriedly bent down.
This was perhaps her most embarrassing bow on the stage. She was used to covering her chest with her right hand, but this time she had to switch to her left hand.
Throughout the process, her movements seemed particularly uncoordinated.
This made her already blushing, and her facial expression became even more unnatural.
When she raised her head again, she heard a voice in her ear, "Smile, the whole audience is watching."
Facing the waves of applause, I felt the warmth in my hands.
At this moment Duan Ran suddenly felt very moved.
She wanted to laugh, but she just couldn't.
moment.
Qin Jian gently let go of Duan Ran's hand and turned sideways to face the stage.
He once again made a slightly sideways gesture of invitation to the girl next to him.
"You are the protagonist."
"Wow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
...
I don’t know when the applause stopped, but the memory of this scene must be left in the clues of time.
In the center of the stage under the golden table lamp, the tears welling up in the corners of the girl's eyes were as bright as k521.
...
...
evening.
He Jing just lay back on the bed after finishing the day's practice.
She stared at the ceiling blankly, with the phrases of Prokofiev's Second Piano Concerto swirling in her mind.
His fingers beat slightly on the side of his body.
At this moment, the phone ringing next to her interrupted her thoughts.
"Hi, Teacher Zhou."
"I listened to the recording you sent." After a moment, the old voice sounded again on the phone, "Have you made your decision?"
He Jing hesitated for a moment, "It's decided."
"Well, I'll go back to school soon and let the band record it again. By the way, there are some things I want to explain to you in person."
"Good teacher."
"Once you decide, do it as soon as possible. School in country M starts relatively early. You have to leave before the end of May to prepare."
"Is it okay to leave in mid-June?" He Jing asked.
"I'm afraid not. Professor Dilange's master class will start in June. You know some things."
"I understand, teacher."
hang up the phone.
He Jing threw her cell phone aside, came to the bedside, and pulled out a picture album from the corner of the bookshelf.
Take a photo from a dog-eared page.
It’s the same family photo.
a long time.
She put the photos away again.
He turned around and started packing his luggage in a hurry.