Pirate's Devouring Fruit

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&ep;&ep;A song "Blue and White Porcelain" conquered Han Sha. Until Song Yan finished playing, she was still immersed in the Jiangnan water town created by Song Yan and the poignant love story. />After a while, Han Sha came back to her senses, looked at Song Yan and said, "So you play the piano so well and you hide it so well!"

&ep;&ep; "Who told me that I am a low-key and meaningful person?" Song Yan said with a stinking look on his face.

&ep;&ep;"Are you low-key?" Han Sha sneered: "Who in Shengye Middle School doesn't know your name now? You bravely assisted the police in arresting a Class A wanted criminal, and kicked Teacher Yan to the junior high school. If one day I offend you If I lose you, will you assign me to teach primary school students?"

&ep;&ep; "Ahem." Song Yan's face turned red. He didn't expect that Teacher Han Sha would say such offensive words.

&ep;&ep;Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on Han Sha's face, and Song Yan immediately realized that she had been teased by Han Sha.

&ep;&ep;For a moment, Song Yan's eyes became a little resentful.

&ep;&ep; Han Sha, who couldn't stand his eyes, said quickly: "Okay, I'm sure about your fake, but you must win a championship, otherwise, you'll have to wait to clean the toilet."

&ep;&ep;“No, this is too cruel.” Song Yan wailed.

&ep;&ep;…………

&ep;&ep;At nine o'clock in the morning on the 15th, Song Yan appeared at the vocal music teaching building of the Xiangcheng City Conservatory of Music, where the audition for the piano competition was scheduled.

&ep;&ep;Downstairs, a red banner has been hung up. There are two tables under the banner, where four staff from the competition are handing out number plates.

&ep;&ep;Yesterday, Zheng Yun called and communicated with him. There were about people who signed up for the piano competition, so ten classrooms were arranged for auditions. Each classroom had three judges. Those who got three votes would directly participate in the preliminary round. , got two votes to be determined.

&ep;&ep;At the staff office, after Song Yan reported his name and ID number, he received a number plate 7-68.

&ep;&ep;"7" represents classroom No. 7, and "68" is the sequence number.

&ep;&ep;The audition started at 7:4. After asking the staff that Classroom 4 was on the 7th floor, Song Yan took the number plate and went straight to the th floor. />The door of Classroom is closed. It is obvious that the judges have not arrived yet. However, most of the contestants have come to wait outside the classroom, plus the friends or family members who accompanied them, so the corridor seems very crowded. .

&ep;&ep;"Hi, what do you call me buddy? Are you here alone without any friends?" A tall, thin young man with long hair and an ugly appearance took the initiative to greet Song Yan.

&ep;&ep;"Yes, I'm here alone. My name is Song Yan, what do you call me?" As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person, so Song Yan said politely.

&ep;&ep; "My name is Xia Xiang, an independent musician, and this is my business card." As he spoke, the other party handed over a rather exquisite business card.

&ep;&ep;“Thank you.” Song Yan reached out and took the business card: “However, I am still a student and I don’t have a business card.”

&ep; After entering college, I joined the music club and formed a band with several like-minded classmates who shared the same musical dream.

&ep;&ep;Unfortunately, after graduating from college, forced to make a living, everyone went their separate ways, and the band disbanded.

&ep;&ep;Only he did not give up his music dream. Since the band disbanded, he decided to play on his own, but he did not get along very well.

&ep;&ep;In the past two years, he has also participated in many music talent shows. The best one entered the semi-finals, but because his appearance was not up to par and his singing skills were not very strong, he has never been able to get ahead. This time I heard that The piano competition had a huge prize money, so he was tempted to sign up.

&ep;&ep;Suddenly, Xia Xiang changed the topic and asked Song Yan: "Are you still in high school?"

&ep;&ep;"Yes. I'm in my third year of high school." Song Yan nodded.

&ep;&ep;“Which school are you from?” Xia Xiang continued to ask.

&ep;&ep;“Holy Night Middle School.”

&ep;&ep;"It's amazing. It's the best middle school in our state. Are you an art candidate?"

&ep;&ep;“No, I’m a liberal arts student!”

&ep;&ep;The two chatted and passed the time together. Finally, the staff came to open the door, and then the judges also arrived, two men and one woman.

&ep;&ep;Nine-thirty.

&ep;&ep;The staff came out to announce the start of the audition and asked everyone to keep quiet. Then they asked 701 to enter the classroom to play and 702 to get ready.

&ep;&ep;701 is a handsome young man about the same age as Song Yan. It is obvious that the other party is a little nervous.

&ep;&ep;There are no requirements for the repertoire of the audition, just play one of your best songs.

&ep;&ep;The sound insulation effect of the classroom is not very good. As 701 entered for a while, the sound of piano came from inside. The other party played a widely circulated famous song "Little Raindrops". During this time, he also He has not stopped absorbing various tunes, and now he has tens of thousands of tunes in his mind.

&ep;&ep;Halfway through the play, Song Yan shook his head secretly. He wondered if the other party was too nervous, and only halfway through the play, he made no less than five mistakes.

&ep;&ep;Sure enough, when 701 walked out of the classroom, he looked downcast. It was obvious that he had failed.

&ep;&ep;“702 please come in and play.” The staff sang loudly.

&ep;&ep;702 is a fat boy. He came out less than five minutes after entering, with a high-spirited look on his face. Everyone thought he passed. In fact, based on Song Yan's hearing, they knew that he failed.

&ep;&ep;The audition went very quickly. Some of the poor performers were stopped by the judges before they finished playing the music. So, by eleven o'clock, they were ranked at number 56. However, those who passed the audition were Less than a third.

&ep;&ep;“757 please come in and play.”

&ep;&ep; "It's my turn, I'll go in first." Xia Xiang said to Song Yan confidently, and strode into the classroom with his head held high.

&ep;&ep;Soon, a sad piece of music came to Song Yan's ears from the classroom. Song Yan was a little surprised, because Xia Xiang's playing level was not inferior to Huang Quan's at all, and he should be at the level of professional level seven.

&ep;&ep;Sure enough, when Xia Xiang walked out of the classroom, his face became a little more proud.

&ep;&ep; "Congratulations, Brother Xia." Song Yan said with a smile.

&ep;&ep; "Haha, it's just a joke." Xia Xiang waved his hand pretending to be disapproving, and everyone could see the pride in his eyebrows.

&ep;&ep;Originally Song Yan thought Xia Xiang would leave, but he didn't expect that the other party would have to wait until he finished participating in the audition before leaving.

&ep;&ep;The time came to :, and the staff sang Song Yan’s number.

&ep;&ep;“Come on!”

&ep;&ep;Xia Xiang waved his fist at Song Yan.

&ep;&ep;“Thank you.”

&ep;&ep;Song Yan stepped into the classroom and saluted the three judges.

&ep;&ep;“Please start playing.” The male judge sitting in the middle said calmly.

&ep;&ep;“Okay.”

&ep;&ep;Song Yan calmly came to the piano and sat down, placing his hands on the black and white keys. Then, a string of melancholy notes flowed from his fingers, and the three judges' eyes suddenly lit up.

&ep;&ep;As Song Yan played, the three judges all closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the artistic conception he created.

&ep;&ep;After the song, the male judge sitting in the middle said with admiration: "You played very well, I passed."

&ep;&ep;“I’d like to ask, what’s the name of your piece? Is it original?” The female judge sitting on the right immediately spoke.

&ep;&ep;"This piece is called "Blue and White Porcelain" and it is an original piece." Song Yan replied.

&ep;&ep;“Very good, I’m looking forward to your next performance. I’ll pass it too.”

&ep;&ep;“I played the music well and composed the music very well. There is no reason for me to fail.” The male judge on the left smiled.

&ep;&ep;“Thank you.”

&ep;&ep;Song Yan stood up to express her gratitude, glanced at the staff holding the camera, stood up and left the classroom.

&ep;&ep;"Brother, did you pass?" As soon as he walked out of the classroom, Xia Xiang came up to him.

&ep;&ep;“I passed by luck.” Song Yan said with a smile.

&ep;&ep;So, Song Yan and Xia wanted to go downstairs together. Unexpectedly, they met their eldest aunt and Song Xue unexpectedly when they reached the third floor. Both mother and daughter looked surprised. They did not expect to meet here. Song Yan.

&ep;&ep;[Author’s digression]: Four updates! Fourth update! Fourth update!

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