Qin Jian's name rang out, and everyone in the examination room seemed to cheer up.

"Come on, great champion."

Lin Zihui joked.

"Brother Jian, come on!"

The fat man followed and said.

"come on."

Shen Mu also raised his clenched fist.

Qin Jian glanced at the three people.

"Thanks."

Then he turned around and walked towards the stage.

Stopping in front of the stage, Qin Jian shook his shoulders and let out a breath.

Then he walked onto the stage in two steps, came to the front of the stage, glanced around, smiled and bowed.

From the stage to the stage, the whole set of coherent movements was smooth and smooth, without any rigidity.

Like a professional performer.

At this moment, applause broke out from nowhere.

Then there were bursts of applause.

Just when an examiner who was maintaining order in the examination room was in a dilemma.

Qin Jian quickly raised his hand and pressed it down, smiling and nodding again.

The applause in the audience suddenly fell silent, but everyone's eyes changed again.

“This guy’s typhoon is too stable.”

"Lao Lin still has good vision and has chosen a champion for our province."

"Dongfeng, I haven't seen this song appear in the examination room for two years."

"Listen to the end, don't stop."

All the judges at the judges' table couldn't help but exchange ideas.

On stage.

Qin Jian has already adjusted his sitting posture.

Wiped the keyboard again.

"No regrets."

"come on."

Under the warm yellow light of the stage, Qin Jian gradually lost his expression.

There was no fluctuation in his calm eyes.

The breathing rate is also getting slower and slower

From a distance, the whole person looks like a statue sitting upright.

With a hint of solemnity.

"Focused guidance"

"open"

Sudden.

Qin Jian blinked, then raised his right hand and landed it on the piano keys.

"chopin"

"op25-11"

"Introduction"

Lifting his wrist, Qin Jian gently pressed his middle finger.

"when--"

A mi with a moderate volume resounded all alone on the stage.

Then there was another sound.

Like a child playing the piano.

Qin Jian's hand shape doesn't seem to be standard at all.

But a few simple sounds carry a strange sense of connection.

There is no separation between sound and sound in the air.

Off stage.

Winter wind!

Lin Zihui's eyes became brighter and brighter. Winter Wind was one of her favorite Chopin etudes. She had also practiced it secretly, but when she was so confident that she gave it to her grandfather, she only played the first few After the sound, he was interrupted.

"Stop practicing, you can't play now."

The old man's words came to Lin Zihui's ears again, and at this time, she seemed to understand.

It's just a few simple sounds, but they are so different.

With the soft and warm introduction, it disappeared quietly.

The next second.

The figure in front of the piano is no longer gentle.

Qin Jian raised his arms high and slammed them down.

Tranquility was ruthlessly broken.

A burst of grainy and explosive sound, dense but clear, resounded throughout the entire examination room.

Qin Jian's right hand is fast.

A complex scale from high to low composed of sixteenth notes unfolds like a whirlpool.

too fast.

The sound stream appeared like sharp ice shards.

The cold theme melody burst out at a time no one expected.

but.

But no one could see clearly what his right hand was doing.

And actually.

His left hand is faster.

Under the eyes of everyone.

I saw a pair of huge left hands jumping back and forth at both ends of the keyboard.

A horn-like motive appears faintly over the piano.

For a while.

The air on the stage seemed to be frozen, and a strong sense of depression rushed to the audience.

Right now.

Qin Jian once again felt an uncontrollable slight tremor in his left hand.

His expression tightened slightly.

He adjusted his breathing slightly.

He closed his eyes gently.

Let your hands play with muscle memory.

Put all your attention into the experience of music

Yes.

As the music unfolded, Qin Jian gradually felt like his hands were separated.

The originally mixed and blended vocal channels were split into two.

“What an amazing feeling.”

At this moment, Qin Jian could clearly hear the skeleton of the melody in his left hand, but the graininess and strength of his right hand seemed to be missing a bit.

Slowly, he pushed a little more force to his right hand through his right arm.
To be continued...