The girl's eyes froze, and she didn't have time to reflect on the meaning of her words.
"Shen, did I miss something?"
A mouthful of broken Chinese came from behind, interrupting the girl's thoughts.
The man looked up, startled slightly, and smiled.
The girl quickly turned back.
An old foreign man with medium-long curly hair and deep eye sockets appeared behind him at some point, showing a unique Western smile.
"Hello, pretty lady."
The girl was confused about the situation for a moment, but she still nodded politely.
"Long time no see, Lois, you seem to be in good spirits."
The man stood up with a smile and pointed at the girl beside him.
"She is my student."
"Duan Ran."
Under the girl's incredible gaze, the two men hugged each other gently.
It wasn't until the man released his hands that the girl's pupils returned to normal.
Rigel, where have you heard this name? Why did my teacher...
"By the way," the man turned to the girl and put one hand on the old man's shoulder, "This is the current president of the Mozart Association."
"Lois Riegel."
Riegel?!
The girl's eyes were stunned for a moment, all eyes were fixed on the old man's face, and her small mouth turned into an O shape.
The girl has never met Rigel, but this does not prevent her from knowing the legend about this name...
Known as 'the authority who can perfectly reproduce Liszt's superb skills.'
This...this...is incredible!
"He is also my teacher."
When it came again, the girl was completely confused...
The increasingly lively fugue tavern has long forgotten that at that moment, there was a fugue player with his hands full of wrong notes, and a strange guy with a bandage on his left hand.
And the whole place became quiet again because a girl came on stage.
A tall girl wearing a white cotton coat.
People's eyes are filled with more curiosity and expectation, what kind of surprises will such a girl with a cold temperament bring to her.
The girl sat down and placed the black book in her hand on the piano table. Probably because her legs were too long, she had to adjust the piano stool backwards.
Find a good distance, lightly step on the pedal with your left foot, and float your wrists at random heights above the keys.
A soothing single-note legato sounded clearly in everyone's ears. Suddenly, the moment the chord appeared, the sound of the entire music seemed so small that it seemed to have disappeared.
"Good power control."
"You are an expert in Chopin. Please help me listen to it. I believe she still has many problems."
"Something exciting is coming."
For a moment, the two people's whispers were drowned.
A dense sound flow like a violent wind suddenly burst out.
The originally peaceful music atmosphere was suddenly broken.
Everyone's eyes changed, and the atmosphere in the entire tavern became violent.
The winter wind howls and the fallen leaves dance.
…
What a wonderful scene.
However, classmate Qin Jian, who had already left the bar, did not have the opportunity to appreciate this scene.
I missed the winter wind and my thighs.
However, Qin Jian was already very satisfied with tonight's unexpected harvest. He originally just went out to get some fresh air.
Accidentally.
The essence of fugue performance that bothered me was inadvertently torn open.
In addition, there are more than thirty points of rare worship points.
It was already half past ten when He Jing returned to the hotel.
Knowing that Qin Jian had not eaten dinner, the two siblings had another meal in the restaurant downstairs.
Qin Jian invites guests.
During the meal, the two siblings exchanged their itineraries for the day.
However, Qin Jian hid the fact that he spent 10,000 yuan to apply for a card and spent two hours in the fuge bar, focusing on the deliciousness of Yanjing roast duck.
He Jing did not raise the issue of the special recruitment quota and the competition with Qin Jian, but only told him that there would be seventeen judges in this piano competition.
It was past twelve o'clock in the morning when we returned to the hotel, and there were still many people queuing up in the lobby waiting to check in.
The hotel is a bit busy today.
…
The third morning in 2014.
Qin Jian pressed the alarm clock impatiently and chose the world outside the quilt.
A new busy day has begun.
I mean busy, which means practicing the piano, eating, and looking at the little girls on the street.
He Jing seemed to have finished her own business and stayed with Qin Jian throughout the day.
When passing by the Yanjing Grand Theater in the morning, Qin Jianfa could already see a group of staff busy at the gate.
Distant banners and promotional messages scrolling on electronic screens also set the mood for the upcoming game.
The entire street from Fuge Bar to Zhongshan Concert Hall was much more crowded than yesterday.
At noon, buses one after another stopped at the parking lot of a nearby hotel.
There are even labels on the luggage of some pedestrians such as a certain area, a certain music conservatory, etc.
As if overnight, the pre-game atmosphere had colored the entire street.
Even the world's top orchestras like the Lesbian Symphony Orchestra seemed to have made a special trip to add to the atmosphere of this competition.
On the concert promotional poster.
Andris Nielsen, who is only thirty-four years old, is a young and promising Latvian conductor who is staring at his big round eyes, with a cold light emitting from his brown pupils.
And behind him, in the splendid hall, was this top orchestra with the purest European origin.
Although this is a private orchestra, it does not prevent the conductor and the entire orchestra from being world-class. It can be called the strongest mercenary in the symphony orchestra world.
January 8, 20:00, National Center for the Performing Arts, Peony Hall.
Posters all over the street can be seen everywhere.
At 16:00 in the afternoon.
The rules of the competition are out.
After a cursory look at the opening ceremony, the game introduction contained a series of cumbersome contents.
Qin Jian directly turned to matters related to the piano competition.
As soon as the opening ceremony ended in the morning, all contestants registered and verified their identities, drew numbers, and reported their songs. The competition officially started in the afternoon.
"Quarter-finals, Wednesday, January 7, 15:30 pm, location: Zhongshan Concert Hall"
"Semi-finals, to be determined"
"Final, to be determined"
"Within one working day after the end of each round of competition, the results will be announced at the venue where the contestants are located, and the list of shortlisted contestants will be announced."
"During the game..."
Look down.
Sure enough, there were 30 contestants in the first round, but Lin Zihui sent him only 26 on the list.
20 people entered the quarter-finals.
12 people entered the semi-finals.
Only the last 6 people are left in the finals.
There are no requirements for the competition repertoire, and there is no time limit. In addition to the fact that contestants must perform from memory, there is no clear standard even for the version number of the music score within the repertoire selection range.
This is indeed inconsistent with the rules of general piano competitions.
But that's not important.
Qin Jian then turned over it.
finally.
At the end of the schedule, Qin Jian found the information he needed.
Regarding live broadcast issues for audiences and TV station networks.
The latter is secondarily, and mainly the former.
"The competition will be announced starting from the second round..."
After reading this, Qin Jian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the words agent and media.
After all, this involves two troubles.
The Day of Wrath, and Chris' Potion of Madness.
Whether it can be used and how to use it are all questions.
"Why."
Qin Jian touched his somewhat dry belly and sat beside He Jing's bed.