After the thunder, it was the struggle of the strong wind and rain.
Music can transcend all languages.
The old man on the stage used his limbs to explain sonorously and powerfully.
There is only one voice in the entire Chime Bell Concert Hall, which is unique to the old man.
It seems that all the ornaments in the language have been naturally removed, and the music is flowing with a pure natural substance that belongs to the musical space.
It is suitable for all things and has great personality.
The moment your ears get close to it, you become a part of it.
Enter the world of music.
The performers who create this world have already integrated with this world the moment they appear on the stage.
It wasn't until a super-long vibrato that continued to expand in tension hovered over the concert hall that the music returned to some kind of static state.
At this time, the entire audience dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
Qin Jian's clenched right hand gradually loosened.
The old man's performance gradually came to an end, but the hazy atmosphere at the scene had not dissipated.
After the concert hall became completely quiet, many audience members raised their hands.
However, a few seconds passed and there was no applause in the hall.
The atmosphere seemed to be stuck on the wrong beat.
There were only people looking at each other.
How should you applaud, or is now the time to applaud?
It seems that what was originally a simple problem has become complicated in such an atmosphere.
A moment passed.
Still no one has come to break this deadlock.
At this moment, the atmosphere of the whole place gradually changed.
The old man in front of the piano stood up slowly, looked around the audience while holding the piano, and bowed gently.
Then he picked up the microphone and walked to the front of the golden stage.
"cough."
There was a slight cough throughout the concert hall.
"You can applaud now."
A joking tone, a relaxed tone, and a humorous tone that is seriously inconsistent with the appearance.
It instantly detonated the whole place.
In an instant, the entire Chime Bell Concert Hall was flooded with applause and cheers.
There is no process, just ridicule.
The old man bent down deeply.
It wasn't until the applause came to an end that he straightened up and spoke again.
"Thanks."
Seeing the applause coming again, the old man hurriedly waved his hand.
"Leave the applause to those around you and yourself."
The old man paused, and his soft and hoarse voice sounded again.
"First of all, I sincerely thank the competition organizing committee for giving the old man a chance to stand here and chatter."
"Strong young people will make the country strong. You represent the future and direction of the development of Chinese music."
"I hope to see you stand on this stage that has nothing to do with faith and release your unique experiences, emotions and energy."
"Today is your holiday."
"I would like to congratulate all the contestants who participated in the competition. There is no doubt that this will be an extraordinary experience in your life."
"at last."
"I only represent myself and welcome you all"
"Children blessed by music."
"I have no doubt about it."
"Your arrival will leave new hope for this old and vicissitudes of music hall."
"I declare."
"The 6th Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition."
"Opening ceremony, start."
The music started and the applause started.
Under the music and applause, the old man bowed again, turned and left the stage.
For Qin Jian, the rest of the process seemed too boring.
Compared with the official speech by the organizing committee, the various character introductions made Qin Jian even more overwhelmed.
This leader, that one, back and forth, the words used are the same.
Even though it's such a special game, there's nothing new about it.
Bad review.
The atmosphere at the venue became more and more noisy.
Until the end of the speech by the judge representative.
"The seventh item of the opening ceremony, the representative of the contestants made a speech."
Is there such an operation for contestant representatives to speak?
Qin Jian immediately cheered up and focused his eyes on the stage.
I saw the sliding door of the sound enclosure on the left side of the stage being opened again.
"This is?"
Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, his expression slightly startled, and then he narrowed his eyes to distinguish carefully. In an instant, his heartbeat could not help but accelerate slightly by half a minute.
A figure wearing a black formal suit walked out of the door. He was not tall, but with a unique confidence, he walked to the podium at the front left of the stage.
First, he turned around and bowed in three directions of the audience, and then moved to the microphone stand on the podium.
Elegant manners, coupled with rigorous appearance, just the blurry figure is enough to attract people's attention.
"Dear everyone..."
A hearty voice sounded in the hall.
"It's him."
After confirming the answer in his heart, Qin Jian felt inexplicably relaxed.
"Now everyone is finally here."
If you can't run, you can't hide.
If you think about it carefully, this is the best time.
"call"
Qin Jian's lips moved slightly and he let out a long breath.
"What's wrong?"
He Jing on the side heard the movement and turned her head.
Qin Jian's five fingers of his left hand tapped the armrest of the seat regularly, his indifferent eyes not leaving the figure on the stage.
After a moment, Qin Jian turned half of his body sideways and brought his chin to He Jing's ear.
He Jing only felt a burst of hot air blowing by her ears, her ears itched for a while, and her mind was distracted. For a while, she couldn't hear the other party's words clearly.
No one knows what Qin Jian said.
It's just that this scene happened to be captured by a pair of eyes not far away.
And in another corner of the auditorium.
A figure sitting curled up on a seat seemed a bit out of place with the atmosphere of the entire venue.
The girl kept her head lowered, as if she was completely immersed in her own world. When she accidentally raised her head, as if she suddenly discovered something interesting, she took off her headphones and looked at the stage with interest.
“It really didn’t disappoint.”
The impassioned speeches continued.
"Finally, please allow me to solemnly swear an oath on behalf of all the contestants in this competition."
"You must strictly abide by the rules of the competition, respect the competition, respect the judges, and respect your opponents."
"Take the game seriously, compete with results, compete with level, compete with style."
"Sponsor."
"Fang Zongyao."
"Thanks."
Three bows.
…
Wait until all speeches are finished and all official procedures have been completed.
The last item of the opening ceremony is the opening concert.
This is a feast of classical music.
Domestic and foreign masters displayed the beauty of classical music scene after scene with high spirits.
The final combination that appeared last made the whole audience scream.
Five young people came from all over the world to inject the last bit of spiritual power into this exciting game.
It also symbolizes a kind of inheritance.
"They are the champion group of the Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition."
"Piano, Chi Heng."
"Violin, Xia Mengyao."
"Accordion, Wei Mingyu."
"Cello, Qi Dong."
"Classical guitar, Lin Chongchong."
On the stage were five young men with extraordinary temperament, dressed in solemn attire, sitting in their own seats.
The piano is located behind the center of the stage, the violin and accordion are side by side in front of the piano, the bass sits on the left side of the violin, and the classical guitar sits on the right side of the accordion.
"They will play Piazzolla's quintet"
"fugata"
The moment the leader's accordion played.
Like the last whistle.
It kicked off the last stage before the game.
Although some people have already left.
But that didn't stop the cheers in the stadium.
....
It's just that the atmosphere outside the court was a bit serious.
Outside the dedicated contestant registration office on the first floor of the theater.