There was another sound of turning pages in the room, and Qin Jian's eyes fell on the score title of the second movement.
‘Romance, Adagio, E major, nocturne style..’
His expression was indifferent, and only the occasional blinking of his eyelashes proved his flowing inner activities.
Duan Ran hugged his legs and sat quietly opposite him, looking at him quietly.
Under the soft warm light, time seems to have returned to the backstage of the Huayun Competition.
It was the same situation at that time.
Five minutes later, some voices and moving sounds were heard from the background, and the staff began to prepare for the second half of the game.
Ten minutes passed, and the audience began to arrive at their seats one after another.
The three finalists Fang Zongyao, Xia Shu and Li Xianlong returned to the stage during the intermission.
Sit back to the player's seat.
According to the vacant seats, Fang Zongyao sat on the left side of Rachel. Among the three of them, only he and Rachel were familiar with each other.
The two alumni said hello. Rachel smiled and said that Fang Zongyao's performance today was very good. Fang Zongyao responded to the other party's praise with words of thanks.
The energetic Russian guy was energetic again today. He and Fred were sitting in the front row, whispering, and laughing from time to time.
It seemed that both of them were in good spirits. On the contrary, Edmundo sat at the end without saying a word, looking a little dull. Next to him sat his good friend Robert.
Li Xianlong took the initiative to find the Brazilian Lolita sister. He said hello to her in fluent English, and the two quickly communicated. They seemed to have established some good personal relationships outside of the competition.
After a game, each player made some friends who they thought were good players.
With three minutes left before the start of the second half, the first bell rang in the concert hall.
Preparing for the opening, the entrance to the concert hall is closed.
The auditorium became lively. Everyone straightened their backs or shrugged their shoulders, generally looking like they were cheering up.
Baudelaire and Vaughan, business partners and old friends, also showed the same expressions as ordinary audiences, finally arriving at their most anticipated target.
Behind them, in various corners, were Qin Gang, Lin Chaoge, Duan Hong, Shen Qingci, Liao Linjun, Yiglaz, the old bartender, old Assad, and old Harlin.
Of course, Qin Jian's backup was not limited to those present.
In front of the screen watching the live broadcast outside the venue, there was a fat man who stayed up late alone in an Internet cafe, a young conductor who had just finished a concert in Hong Kong, the owner of No. 34 Bart Street, and various people scattered in corners of cities around the world.
Hua Guo Yuan, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for the entire Figaro Spring Society.
The same sleepless night also belongs to a corner of Nanshi.
The Shuimo Garden community is quiet and dark at midnight, and a lighted window can easily be noticed by people returning home at night.
Inside the window, Ye Taotao was already fast asleep.
On the writing table next to the bed, Ye Yizheng was engrossed in writing something. When the phone next to her rang the bell again, she quickly put down her pen.
When she raised her head, she gave her a lovely kiss, and her tired smile was still as pleasing to the eye as ever.
...
At the fifteenth minute, the final bell rang on the stage.
The horn sounded to continue the game.
There was a burst of noise and then silence.
The male host walked onto the stage and read out the information about the upcoming contestants.
"The next contestant who is about to appear is contestant No. 57 Qin Jian from Nan City, China. He was born in..."
The host's voice echoed throughout every corner of the Warsaw Philharmonic Hall.
Backstage rest room.
Qin Jian seemed to have heard nothing and was still reading the music score.
Duan Ran did not rush him.
Just when the host introduced Qin Jian's award-winning honors, Qin Jian closed the last page of music with a 'pop' and stood up.
Duan Ran stood up and helped Qin Jian tidy up his collar and cuffs.
After getting ready for the stage, Duan Ran opened the door to the rest room and prepared to clear the way for Qin Jian.
The two walked backstage.
‘Click’
‘Click’
There was an endless stream of camera clicks, and the backstage staff and reporters also clapped along with the applause coming from the live hall.
At the stage entrance, Marek gave Qin Jian a look and took the lead on the stage.
Then Xiaopang Duan sent his last blessing and mua: "Come on, baby."
Qin Jian smiled, looked around at the people backstage, turned around and walked up the revolving corridor following the host's voice.
Turning around for a moment, he put away his smile.
"The piece he will bring this round is Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 1 in E minor, op. 11."
...
"Wow————————"
The applause was enthusiastic.
The stage lights are bright.
A black dress with a white turtleneck lining has become Qin Jian's signature appearance on the piano stage.
He has a steady step and a confident appearance.
His self-confidence is different from Fang Zongyao's nobility in his gestures, nor from Rachel's piercing eyes that make people unable to look directly.
He walked to the center of the stage in a few steps and turned around.
The cheers and applause did not distract him. He looked at the far end of the stage, a standard 60-degree bow.
Then he turned around and shook hands with Marek and the first violinist respectively.
Seating, violin bench height.
A set of movements is neither urgent nor slow, showing calmness.
Gradually, the applause fell.
The camera zoomed out, and the entire hall seemed to have entered a special state at this moment.
This is a moment of confrontation between the upper and lower stages.
Everyone is staring at the figure in front of the piano.
Qin Jian raised and lowered his hands several times, and finally looked at Marik and nodded.
Marek turned around and waved his baton from left to right, then waved it down, and the vigorous prelude played again.
The prelude is one that you never get tired of listening to, it is solemn and majestic.
Like every contestant who chooses Xiao Yi, listening to the four-minute symphony prelude is like a ritual of worshiping this great work.
It's just that every player prepares differently in these four minutes.
Li Xianlong silently recited the first four bars of the piano in an infinite loop, Fang Zongyao thought about how to play the first note, Edmund prayed more, Ivanov moved his elbow joints, and Natsuki followed the conductor and counted the beats.
Qin Jian played the score in his mind.
Like a conductor sitting in front of the piano, he needs to control everything in his own consciousness.
Four minutes are coming, and the symphony on the stage changes from expansion to contraction.
Finally, the string section fell to the bottom of a calm lake, and the stage was about to become completely silent.
In front of the piano, the Qin keys moved.
He still had his signature half-raised hand, and all the eyes in the audience could clearly see how he raised his arm.
But no one could see clearly how his wrist fell.
A moment!
"Dang!!!!!——"
Thunder exploded on the lake, and thousands of waves rose at the touch of a button.
This is not a technical process, nor is it a show-off opening process.
It's simply a trend.
I can play it, but you can't.
That's it.
After the thunder, the deep expression of finger art unfolds on the keyboard.
First movement.
Allegro solemn, E minor, classical concerto form.
Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 1 belonging to Qin Jian finally hovered over the concert hall of this city of Chopin.
Off stage.
The lively audience has been brought into the world of music by the gorgeous fingertip dance.
On the judges' bench, pairs of ears were still carefully feeling the piano sound in their ears.
Like everyone else in the contestant seats, they finally heard another tone belonging to contestant No. 57 in the last round.
A tone that is completely opposite to its playing character.