He shaved off the beard that had been hanging all over his chin for the past few days and put on a brand new black slim-fitting suit.
The high-spirited Chopin champion in the mirror is back.
Thirty minutes before the opening ceremony, Figaro and his party gathered in the hotel lobby, and everyone changed into formal clothes as required.
Ning Qianxia was the last one to come down.
As soon as she got out of the elevator, everyone in the lobby was so stunned that they were speechless.
Wearing a long silk dress with a black collar, the sexy white collarbone is exposed in the irregular shoulder design, and the smooth ankles under the skirt are stepped on a pair of narrow black high heels.
Evening makeup with shades of shades gives a person a charming yet solemn look.
Wearing a woolen coat, she looks like a queen.
Except for the water glass in my hand.
It can be seen that Ning Qianxia, who has always been conservative off the stage, has put a lot of thought into today's opening ceremony.
By the way, it’s also cheaper for a lot of people.
Seeing everyone arrived, Qin Jian greeted everyone to get in the car.
A slight breeze blew when he went out, and Qin Jian tightened his suit. It was almost January in Berlin and it was not as cold as he replied to Duan Ran.
Looking at Ning Qianxia, whose expression remained unchanged, he asked with pure concern: "Are you really not cold?"
"It's cold." Ning Qianxia sucked. Seeing Qin Jian shaking his head in confusion, she smiled and said, "You'll know in a minute."
After all the members got on the bus, Ning Qianxia and Qin Jian got on the bus.
There was only a pair of empty seats in the front row on the bus, and Qin Jian gentlemanly let Ning Qianxia sit inside.
Then he motioned to the driver to drive.
Twenty minutes later, the bus pulled into the crowded parking lot.
Outside the window, on the square in front of the Berlin State Opera on the corner of the street, waves of people flowed back and forth.
After getting out of the car and looking at the scene of excitement and beauty, Qin Jian finally understood what Ning Qianxia said.
The female singers worked really hard for the opening ceremony, which easily reminded him of things in the opera circle.
"Let's go in too."
After organizing the team, with Qin Jian taking the lead and Ning Qianxia accompanying them, the group marched across the small square and onto the steps of the Berlin State Opera.
While they were observing others, the various teams around them were also observing them.
The reporters recorded this scene.
The winner of the 17th Chopin Competition appeared at the opening ceremony of the 12th New Opera Competition. This is good news.
As soon as Qin Jian and his party entered the hall, Cai Song came over waving from a distance.
"You two are finally here."
Qin Jianning Qianxia and Cai Song were saying this, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became lively.
The three of them followed the sound of the crowd and saw another group of people walking in from the other entrance of the hall.
The leader is an elegant bald head. It is difficult to combine the face of a leading actor in a drama movie with a bald head.
Qin Jian didn't recognize this person, but what attracted him more was the girl clinging to him with his bald head.
He described the other person as a girl because Qin Jian could still see the full amount of collagen under the other person's thick makeup.
With big waves, a narrow purple skirt, an exquisite handbag, and a sparkling diamond necklace that sticks out from the V-neck on her chest, the young girl is full of nobility and has a face that is definitely not popular.
She has high cheekbones on both sides of her single eyelids, and a sexy big mouth under her thin cheeks.
Full of wildness.
At first glance, it doesn’t seem to be in line with Chinese aesthetics, but at second glance, it seems to have a different flavor.
He should be of mixed Asian descent, Qin Jian guessed.
"Who is this bald man?" he asked Xiang Cai Song.
"Manager and conductor of Cato Opera Company, Peter Sellars."
Cai Song said and looked at Ning Qianxia. He found that Ning Qianxia's eyes had met with the girl with big waves in the air.
Then Qin Jian also noticed this and thought to himself: Did the two of them know each other before?
The next second, I saw Big Wave pulling at the bald head, muttering something unknown, and the bald head also looked this way.
Then the two of them walked towards this side.
The reporters' cameras followed the two men keenly to the area where Le Figaro Spring was located.
Qin Jian was confused about the situation for a moment, then Cai Song stepped forward to greet the two of them.
Cai Song shook hands with the bald head cordially, as if they were old acquaintances. Then he introduced Qin Jian to the bald head, seeming to have intentionally ignored the big wave.
As the champion of the 17th Chopin Competition, Qin Jian's name has already spread throughout the circle.
The bald man first extended his hand to Qin Jian with full demeanor, and Qin Jian responded with a smile.
He still knows about the Cato Opera Company, one of the top five opera companies in the United States.
Da Lang, who had not been introduced by Cai Song, bowed slightly to Qin Jian, then raised his chin and looked at Ning Qianxia.
The two women's eyes exchanged in the small space, and the atmosphere heated up for a moment.
After a moment, the hall started to move again, and there were only fifteen minutes left before the opening ceremony.
Da Lang smiled and said in pure Chinese, "See you in the evening, Qian Xia."
After that, Da Lang left with his bald head in his arms.
The delicate voice remaining in his ears easily reminded Qin Jian that the other party was also a soprano, but the provocative tone in his tone made him extremely uncomfortable.
"what's the situation?"
Qin Jian looked at the two of them, he needed an explanation at the moment.
"We'll talk about it later," Ning Qianxia turned around to signal everyone to prepare, then turned to look at Qin Jian, "Let's go in too."
Seeing that Ning Qianxia didn't say anything, Qin Jian didn't bother to ask, Cai Song returned to GO, and Figaro and others followed the crowd into the venue.
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At 14:30 in the afternoon, the opening ceremony of the 12th German New Opera Competition officially kicked off at the National Theater in Berlin.
Under the splendid hall, there are professional managers from 16 large theaters around the world, 19 international professional judges, and 18 participating teams from 13 countries.
Everyone gathered together to decide the seven major awards in three days.
After the general opening remarks of the international competition, the person in charge of the competition organizer introduced the eighteen teams and eighteen conductors participating in this competition in the exciting overture of the Marriage of Figaro.
Similar to the solemn atmosphere of the opening ceremony of the Chopin Competition, the scene at this time was full of excitement thanks to the music.
But listening to the unfamiliar language in their ears and watching the conductors from various countries standing up one after another, this scene still made everyone in Figaro feel a certain sense of tension.
They know that every conductor with extraordinary magnanimity is their opponent in this competition.
At the same time, they have never experienced such an opening ceremony scene.
When the host introduced Le Figaro, Qin Jian stood up and paid tribute to the applause around him.
He first attracted all the attention in the hall, and then bowed his arms and crossed the area where everyone in Figaro was sitting, as if to show his team to everyone present.
Finally, he bowed slightly and sat down calmly.
Watching this scene, all the club members were excited. They seemed to have found their backbone, and the applause in their ears sounded like it was given to them.
After leaving the country, everyone seemed to have truly understood what kind of style their president has on the international stage.
Ning Qianxia was sitting next to Qin Jian. She was the one who could most directly feel the mature charm exuded by Qin Jian's actions just now.