At the same time, there were also exciting competitions on the stages of other major sub-courts.

Surprises or accidents are staged on every stage at regular intervals.

The rematch scene is no longer just a single relationship between the 'strikers and judges', but even some connection is created between the 'strikers and audiences' and 'strikers and judges'.

Under the competition of multiple relationships, the Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition is in full swing.

...

The applause of the audience at the Peony Concert Hall sounded again, dedicated to the seventh contestant who finished the performance.

A Piano Sonata of Brahms's F minor, with a deep affectionate and melodious melody that left a deep impression on many viewers.

Judging from the expressions of the judges, the performance of this contestant is also worthy of recognition.

Obviously, he has probably put half of the third round tickets into his pocket.

As the happy boy on the stage bowed and left, the hall was quiet again.

"The eighth player - Zhao Yinuo, selected by Haishi Musicians Association"

"This round she brings the following tracks"

"Chopin Nocturne, op9.no2"

"Instructor, Zhou Rong"

Zhao Yinuo's appearance was still stunning, wrapped in a gorgeous black dress, with exquisite makeup and eye-catching left hand wearing a black bandage.

Full of a mystery belonging to the inner world of the piano.

This made the audience even more excited.

The girl who was as elegant as a black swan in front of the piano played her hands and fell into her fingers. The scene on the stage seemed to transform into a salon night a century ago in a second.

The first sound that came out from the girl's finger was as if it was filled with the fragrance of blue hyacinths.

Minimalist, yet subtle.

However, with the few sections after the music began, the first picture that emerged in the minds of many viewers was-

Cats and mice.

…

Backstage.

Everyone around the big screen looked at each other.

…

"Nocturne in E flat major?"

This Zhao Yinuo's music selection logic is really...

Qin Jian couldn't find a suitable adjective for a moment.

The first round of ghost fire, as the pinnacle of modern piano technology works, is also an etude, so there is no problem with being used in the first game. Apart from the inhuman difficulty, the entire song has no other obvious flaws.

But in comparison, this nocturne in E-flat major seems too ordinary in such a competition. Apart from being nice and popular, Qin Jian could hardly find any point in Zhao Yinuo's intention to place this song in the second round of the competition.

Even because this track is too classic.

Qin Jian instead believes that this will make the judges put the judgment standards higher.

“Give courage.”

But Qin Jian said this, but he was not worried that the other party would stop in this round because of this. Instead, he gradually found a quiet and shallow thought in the lingering melody in his ears.

There are also high and low melodies in peace, passing through the entire backstage.

"This song is not bad." A rest room deep in the middle.

...

The black girl in front of the black piano, her slender fingers seemed to have lost her strength and balance in the softest music.

Put on the keys and rub it.

despair--

The last lingering sound is like fluorescent light, like the nocturne in the dark night.

Before everyone could wake up from their dreams, the music had stopped in peace.

bow.

Gentle and elegant.

“I’ve never heard such a beautiful nocturne.”

The applause from the judges was the first to ring.

Every judge has a profound impression of Zhao Yinuo.

The first round of ghost fire showed extremely strict piano skills.

The second round of nocturne is just right.

"Old Zhou, your student has a great future."

"The child is still young, and the road ahead is still long, Dean Liu."

The judges scored, the audience applauded, and they had nothing to do with each other.

The host continued to report.

"The ninth contestant - Feng Ziyan, recommended by Yanjing Musicians Association"

"He will bring the following tracks"

"Scarati Piano Sonata in D minor"

Backstage porch.

A "wa" sound.

The door of the rest room on the 14th was knocked open, and a white round meat bullet rushed out from inside.

"She—so fast!!"

In front of everyone, the white meat bullet rushed into the passage quickly with miserable screams and scolding.

And at this moment, the doors of the two rest rooms marked No. 19 and No. 21 were also pushed open at the same time.

Qin Jian took out his legs and leaned out his body as soon as he stepped out.

Just next to him, a leg was stretched out from another door.

A pair of long legs, wearing blue jeans, and under her exposed ankles were white sneakers.

Such dressing is rare in the entire backstage at present.

Obviously, the owner of this leg also noticed the sound on the side.

At this moment when my eyes were facing each other, a very flexible sound jump came from the porch.

At this moment, it was hard for Qin Jian to imagine how a fat hand suddenly changed its speed and strength to repeatedly press the complicated decomposition chord.

But it is certain that among all the eighteenth-century composers, Scarati's creative style is undoubtedly the most elusive.

Just like the atmosphere at this moment.

Qin Jian didn't know where the familiarity in the other person's eyes came from.

This sudden feeling made the heart beat faster under the control melody of a pair of fat hands.

Music can bring some kind of brief illusion to people, just like that.

Almost at the same time, with the rhythm of the music, the two young men nodded slightly to each other at the same time.

But then, under a staccato process full of strong hints, the music suddenly interrupted for about half a second in an extremely hasty way.

And just half a second is free

The long-legged owner turned around calmly and walked towards the dressing room with his handbag.

At this moment, the music started again, and the notes that continued to jump were filled with the romantic colors of Rococo, like a prank with a unique heart.

"good."

Listening to the melody in my ears, Qin Jian's vision was left with an empty porch and a faint smell of laundry detergent left in the air.

"It's the blue moon."

Qin Jian sorted out his expression and walked towards the public area.

The door was originally pushed to pay attention to a fat Scarati. As for the subsequent events, it was only an accident at most.

On the stage in the hall, Feng Ziyan focused on controlling his hands.

Manipulating the texture of the music, starting from the second part of the music, turning four keys in a dazzling manner, from A major to f minor, then to c minor, and finally back to d minor.

The rich tone colors made the audience in the audience ignore the short and fat arms in front of the piano.
To be continued...