“The team that won the first place in this competition is a team of teachers and students from Xinghai Conservatory of Music in Guangzhou...."
Cheers and applause.
Off stage.
Jiang Yuzhen was not surprised at all by this result and did not show any favoritism. Objectively speaking, she felt that Cai Song deserved the first place.
"Thanks."
The moment the results were announced, Cai Song breathed a sigh of relief. This first place was very important to him. In other words, he had to win this first place.
Fortunately, it's not a disgrace.
But it wasn’t until he heard that Le Primavera Figaro and Wuyin Yuan tied for third place, three days after they both won the door to Deutsche Welle’s New Singing Competition.
A brand new week.
A new week starts on Monday, and a new Monday starts on Sunday night.
Qin Jian was wrapped in a quilt and had a lively chat with Duan Ran last night, so that when he woke up early this morning, he touched the side of the pillow in confusion, but found nothing.
"All right."
He was dreaming again. Taking a deep breath, Qin Jian got up from the bed.
He got up and did three things.
First, I turned on the player and played the third movement of Mozart's K271 Piano Concerto.
Then I sent a message in the community group.
Finally, I washed up in a hurry.
To be honest, Qin Jian spent 12.99 US dollars to buy this song k271 from iTunes yesterday.
Otherwise, even he wouldn't be able to open it.
There was a loud crashing sound in the bathroom, and the sound of the piano outside the bathroom seemed to be dancing in the morning light.
In fact, no matter whether we listen carefully or casually, we can easily find that the k271 in the room does not seem to be playing closely with the characteristics of the times, although its sound quality is perfect.
The structure is not transparent enough, the speed is not flexible enough, and the tone is not restrained enough.
The performer seems determined to contrast with the characteristics of the modern atmosphere.
But who can say clearly?
After all, the melody itself comes from an era earlier than the black circular film spinning on the mobile phone screen at the moment. It was an era when people generally had different views on Mozart's music.
But even so, it is still difficult for people to connect the piano music with the cover on the player.
People are more willing to believe that the piano sound should come from a pair of skinny hands full of vicissitudes of life.
For such music, the people and hands on this cover are really too young.
'Let it go - President: Meet at the restaurant at 8:15.'
...
...
Eight forty.
All the members of The Spring of Figaro left the hotel restaurant and set off towards the seaside Disneyland.
Qin Jian promised everyone before going to the game the day before yesterday that he would take everyone out for a day after the game.
Hence today’s itinerary.
Although today is Monday, there are quite a lot of people visiting the park.
There was a crowd of people on Mickey Avenue, and Qin Jian followed them with his headphones on and his hands behind his back. He didn't look like he was here for fun.
Later, everyone separated and dispersed. Some people lined up to wait for this kind of roller coaster, and some people lined up to wait for that kind of roller coaster.
They were all whizzing back and forth, and Qin Jian couldn't figure out the difference between this kind and that kind.
Finally, on the recommendation of everyone, he also boarded a roller coaster called Speed Light Wheel.
Good guy, after the trip, Qin Jian realized why some girls choose to ride on the dwarf children's mine cart.
"Hahaha, president, come again."
Everyone laughed.
"I won't come, I won't come."
Qin Jian waved his hands hurriedly. He felt that he had ridden the speed light wheel once, and he could be considered a participant. However, he did not wear headphones afterwards.
Ning Qianxia led another group of classmates to eat, drink, shop and have fun, and the morning passed quickly.
The last gathering was at noon. Qin Jian and everyone agreed to gather at the gate at five o'clock in the afternoon and then disbanded completely.
Those who want to eat find a place to eat, and those who want to play continue to line up for their favorite items.
Everyone dispersed.
"What about you? An elderly person?" Ning Qianxia joked.
Qin Jian thought for a while: "Let me find a place to eat first."
"Let's go together then, we also plan to have dinner."
As soon as Ning Qianxia finished speaking, the girl on the side took over with a smile: "That's right, President, we don't think you are too old."
"Hahaha--"
Under the continuous laughter of the girls, Qin Jian felt that it was difficult for him to refuse.
"Okay, let's go with you."
One man and four women set out in a team.
...
Revolving cafeteria.
Adhering to the principle of taking less and taking more often, Qin Jian walked back and forth several times at the meal point, always keeping a small amount of everything on the plate in his hand.
But when he returned to the dining table, he saw that the originally empty table was already filled with plates, and he lowered his head and looked at his hands again.
He felt that he was extremely weak.
"Began to eat."
With Ning Qianxia's voice, the four of them started to move.
But five minutes after the meal was finished, a crisp cry from not far away interrupted the four of them.
"Qian Xia!"
The four of them looked around.
Qin Jian's eyebrows froze for a moment and he put down the fries in his hand.
Two figures, a man and a woman, walked slowly over. Although both of them were wearing masks, Du Qinjian recognized them at a glance as two 'acquaintances.'
"You don't mind sharing a seat, Miss Ning~"
Jiang Yuzhen's behavior didn't seem polite at all. As she spoke, she sat down next to Ning Qianxia. Cai Song followed behind her, carrying large and small bags in her hands.
Ning Qianxia obviously didn't expect to meet the other two here, "Don't ask me, this place is not under my control." She threw the words in front of Qin Jian.
Upon seeing this, Qin Jian stood up and said, "Welcome you two."
Jiang Yuzhen looked at Qin Jian's appearance and couldn't help but feel that the other person's appearance at this time was much different from that on the conductor's podium. She smiled and said: "Hello, official~grand pianist."
Qin Jian smiled awkwardly, then vacated a stool and said to Cai Song: "Put the things first."
"Thank you." Cai Song quickly freed his red hands.
"You're welcome." Qin Jian replied.
While the two were talking, several girls took action again
"You two wait for us."
For a time, there were only two men left at the six-person table.
The two people looked at each other.
The last time, across the road, Cai Song still remembered the thumbs up.
moment.
The two of them reached out their hands almost at the same time.
"Cai Song."
"Qin Jian."
They both spoke at the same time.
This is a subtle feeling.
"Congratulations."
They spoke at the same time again.
...
Two congratulations, it’s a long story.
...
"Congratulations, Song."
Two days ago in the afternoon, at the award ceremony.
When he received the ticket, he breathed another sigh of relief.
This feeling is very strange.
While he has a strong desire to win, he is also a person with a very strong self-esteem. Although he won this time, after watching the first scene of Figaro's The Magic Flute of Spring, he had to admit that he had a very strong sense of self-esteem.
He had a strong desire to continue watching, a feeling that the works of the other seven teams had never given him.
He was even thinking that if both the other party and himself presented the four acts and eleven scenes of The Magic Flute in a complete form, would there be any change in the results of the judges' bench.
These are all unknown to him.
Cai Song has stayed in Germany for four years, and he knows that even in Germany, the hometown of opera, there are fewer and fewer people who still insist on doing classical opera stages.
He personally advocated innovation, but for some reason, after seeing Figaro's Spring, he felt a little relaxed.
Of course, this loosening is not about anyone compromising on anyone.
If opera of the old and new is destined to experience a battle across racial and ethnic terrain, that battle has only just begun.
No one should leave early.
...
The award ceremony continues.
"Individual honorary awards will be awarded next."
"The singer who won the best coloratura soprano in this opera competition————"