A quarter past eight in the morning.

"Sister, you don't have to wait for me for lunch," he picked up the bag, raised his head and drank the milk in his hand, "I will be back before three o'clock."

Qin Jian straightened his messy hair in the mirror, turned around and opened the door.

"I am leaving!"

With a "click" sound, the door was gently closed.

"Slower."

He Jing withdrew her gaze and continued to tidy up the room.

The warm morning light shines through the window and into every corner of the room.

The fifth day of competition.

sunny.

People and cars are coming and going on the street.

Hanging up his headphones, following the brisk rhythm of "Dawn" playing in his ears, the boy walked through two streets.

The door of Yuefu Music Store is still closed.

The large electronic screen in front of the Zhongshan Concert Hall has been replaced with an advertisement for Steinway pianos. The heavy feeling of the D-shaped triangle exudes nobility and elegance across the screen.

Looking from a distance, the Grand Theater is still quiet, simple and solemn under the morning light.

Turned the last corner.

The young man came to the place where he practiced the piano yesterday.

When I entered, I exchanged a few polite words with the uncle at the front desk of the music store, paid the deposit, and got the key.

…

"call."

After briefly sorting out his emotions, Qin Jian opened the window.

A cool breeze blew.

After a while.

He sat down in front of the piano.

Take out the pathos sheet music and start reading it again from the first bar.

‘Pay attention to the downward pressure when playing the chords with both hands in the introduction…’

'Don't worry about the fp mark...'

'The first connected SF after the fourth section needs an interval buffer...'

…

‘The chord emphasis of the Allegro C tonic…’

‘Finger pedal dead time…’

…

Half an hour later.

''The power of the little finger, add some special power appropriately...'

'Twist your wrist to change the angle between your fingers...'

'Pay attention to the emotion in the last three empty shots at the end.'

"call."

"start."

Five seconds later, a chord sounded in the glass piano room.

solemn.

But not serious.

Through the window, the sound of the piano spread far, far away.

The uncle outside the piano room also seemed to be attracted, and he slowly came to the small coffee table outside the piano room with a small teapot.

Sat down.

…

Noon passed quickly.

There are gradually more and more people in front of the Grand Theater, and the parking lot next to it is no longer empty.

Three large TV broadcast trucks are ready in the public area of ​​the infield.

It has the words ‘China Television’ printed on it

In the auxiliary halls on the left side of the main hall of the Grand Theater, the stage lighting, sound and cameras are all adjusted in place.

The staff shuttled between the performance stages, conducting final site inspections.

…

At 14:00, the contestant channels for the string group and wind group will open.

The boys and girls carrying or carrying musical instruments and bags have already arranged their clothes and headed to the backstage of their own competition venue with their participation certificates.

Start tuning the strings and tuning, adjust the reed mouthpiece with the heat pipe, and do the final inspection of the instrument in your hand.

For a time, several backstages became lively at the same time.

Soaring strings, long-sounding brass, subtle woodwinds, and the sounds of various musical instruments intermingled at once.

The atmosphere of classical music is getting stronger and stronger.

The concert hall doors open at 14:30.

Audiences of all kinds check in and enter in an orderly manner under the coordination of the staff.

It didn't take long for some arenas to be filled with spectators, while others only had a few scattered rows of people.

at last.

As the public announcement sounded in the main hall.

15:30.

The semi-finals of the Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition officially kicked off.

The first competition was between the string group and the wind group.

Almost at the same time, every hall began a grand introduction to this competition, and the host read out the order of the competition.

Rated introduction…

Introduction to each assisting unit…

…

The stage of the brass group took the lead in firing the first shot of the semi-finals.

"The first contestant in this round - Wu Lian"

"He will bring the following tracks"

"Alban's Variations on a Theme from Norma,"

"Instructor, Leping."

The announcement in the hall ends.

Sparse applause rang out one after another from the scattered auditorium. Compared to string instruments, there were indeed not many brass fans.

On one side of the stage, a short young man walked out, wearing a slightly ill-fitting black dress and framed glasses. He looked a bit dull.

He held a rusty trumpet in his hand, which lost its luster under the light.

The short instrument does not form a sharp contrast with his figure.

The young man walked to the center of the stage and bowed to the audience.

Then he held the instrument and placed it on his split lips.

At this moment, many viewers noticed his golden mouthpiece.

The next second, the masseter muscles connecting the corners of the young man's mouth to his cheeks instantly showed two ravines.

then.

A horn with a strong metallic texture and Alban's unique sense of melancholy resounded throughout the hall.

It penetrated the stage and directly hit the faces of every judge in the audience.

The boy's eyes were still dull, but his three nimble fingers had already begun to jump.
To be continued...