Epigenetic

After breakfast was settled, the two went on the road. For some reason, the organizer changed the venue with a temporary notice two days ago, from a small salon in a shopping mall to a small concert hall on the third floor of the U City Art Museum.

When I got there, I found that the scale was much larger than I imagined.Flowers lined the aisle, red carpet paved the floor, and several exclusive receptionists stood in front of the elevator door, leading Zhu Weixing and Jiang Yi into the venue all the way.

Because it is a commemorative competition that does not accept external registration, the commemoration is the main part, and the competition is supplemented. The style of the venue is more refined and elegant.The main body is divided into three areas.A small exhibition was arranged around the theme of Hong Zixun in the front hall, displaying many photos, manuscripts and interviews of her during her lifetime; the middle hall is a concert hall with a professional environment and excellent equipment; Each contestant has a separate area for dressing and dressing, and the conditions are surprisingly good.

When Zhu MSI temporarily stored the things he had brought backstage, he also heard the players next door sighing in surprise.

"When I participated last year, I was treated so well. How could the commemoration of the piano competition be held in the third year and it would be so grand? This year is the 39th anniversary of Mr. Hong's birthday, right? If it is going to be a big event, it should be next year."

"Yeah, I heard that there are only more than 100 contestants in the preliminary selection. Twenty of them are selected to compete on the spot. The small salon is enough to host it. Why did it suddenly change here? Could it be that there are true fans who sponsored it?"

"It's very possible. Mr. Hong has a lot of fans in the industry, and they are all rich and powerful. But it's the first time I saw that I can eat a buffet when I come to the competition. There are also lobsters. I want to apply for a number change. The first one to go after the competition. eat!"

Although Zhu Weixing also felt that this was new and strange, but he was not qualified to express his opinions as he just participated in the competition, so he just listened silently for a while and then walked out.

Jiang Yi couldn't follow him into the backstage, so Zhu Weixing stayed in the front hall to wait.But Zhu MSI went out again but couldn't find anyone else.Zhu MSI was not in a hurry, and went straight to visit the small exhibition.

The exhibition is not arranged in a specific order, but Hong Zixun's life is interleaved and released together. It is slightly messy and loose, but it is more suitable for Ms. Hong's free and easy personality.

Most of them are photos of her performance on stage. Contrary to the tradition of most female performers in dresses and long skirts, Hong Zixun appeared in trousers, with short hair on top, and even appeared on stage in a suit and tie a few times, with a neat and sassy look. It was enough to suppress the whole audience, and gradually turned these controversies from the beginning into her personal symbolic image.

I wish MSI to watch the traces of her existence all the way, watching her study, watching her graduate, watching her go on stage, watching her brilliance, she is full of talent and unrestrained, whether in career or love, she insists on her ideal and never gives up.Zhu Weixing thinks with envy and admiration, she should be the Lou Mingyue in her previous life, who she wants to live the most...

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When Xuan Lang came out of the parking garage, he heard someone making a video call by the door on the first floor.

The person on the phone said: "... Let's start with U Art and Yuzhou Street. There are many acquaintances, and the monitoring is relatively easy to do. If there is no result, then go to the Old People's Square to find a way..."

Xuan Lang glanced there, and saw a boy squatting in front of the stairs, biting a cigarette, looking impatiently at the person on the screen, "A week?"

"No, brother, so many places, how do you do it in a week?"

"Five days?"

"Checking a school in five days is about the same as Yuzhou Street."

"Three days?"

"Okay, okay, I see, it will be done in five days."

"Three days." The boy repeated, regardless of the ghostly screams coming from the phone, he hung up the phone.

Taking a puff of cigarette, as if aware of being stared at, he looked sharply to one side, and Xuan Lang fully saw the fierceness in his eyes.

Xuan Lang was taken aback for a second, then returned a friendly smile, turned around and went upstairs as if nothing had happened.

Entering the exhibition hall of the venue, he immediately saw Zhu Weixing standing in front of a wall of honor.Xuan Lang walked to his side, and looked at the photos on the wall together. Those who appeared there should be the most important people in Hong Zixun's life.There are her parents, the brothers in the piano room, the teachers she studied abroad, and some good friends in the orchestra.Without her two husbands, Hong Zixun has always been straightforward, vigorous when in love, and estranged when they break up.

And among the photos, the one of the brother You Yi was put to the maximum.Hai Ying, who was in his prime, stood among them, surrounded by three little radish heads. Ten-year-old Hong Zixun took a boy by the hand, and the three of them made faces at the camera together.

When Xuan Lang saw it, nostalgia loomed in his eyes.

Zhu Weixing was also looking at that photo, and there was a bright color in his eyes that had never been seen before, as if the fog in the clouds had been removed.He asked gently: "How did she die?"

Xuan Lang said: "You know, no matter how comfortable a celebrity lives, there is always some unknown pressure behind it. Fatigue, coupled with cardiac arrest caused by anxiety medicine, suddenly collapsed in the hotel the day before the competition. He walked so fast that it was too late to be rescued."

After thinking for a while, she smiled lightly: "Deaths are always in a hurry, so it's just according to her temper."

"So you don't want to be a celebrity either? Would you rather be a teacher?" Hong Zixun once wanted to be the profession most.

Xuan Lang shook his head: "You think too much, I chose to quit the orchestra and choose to be a teacher, just because I want to be a teacher, and I am tired of being noticed in life. MSI, there is a reason you must understand, our pursuit and ideal premise It should all be yourself, don't live for other people's responsibilities, that's what people who love you will never want to see."

Zhu Weixing lowered his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Teacher, I have a request..."

……

Without boring and lengthy clichés, the "Third Hong Zixun Memorial Piano Competition" started directly under the brief introduction of the host. The judges took their seats and the contestants took the stage. Everything was decisive and neat.

The contestants are all young people, though some are clearly out of school.Zhu MSI remembers that the application form only requires piano majors, and there is no restriction that students must be in school.So some of them are still studying, and some have left the society and become piano practitioners, such as teachers or performers.

Such contestants naturally have a high level of professionalism, which is unmatched by campus recitals.

The contestants are extraordinary, and the judges need to be better. During the transition, the contestants in the audience lamented that this year's judges are really amazing.

"I still can't figure out why Dong Shusheng came here? There are no rumors outside, isn't he going to be a judge in several big competitions in country O?"

"And Zhao Bingran. He seems to be in poor health. He didn't go to the Golden Rhythm Awards in the past two years. He even resigned from the professorship of U Yin, and he will appear here as a judge..."

"I have torn through the competition manual, and the organizers are still the ones from last year. Could it be possible that there is an unsigned big shot sponsoring such a heavyweight? Which unsung hero? What is the picture?"

"Wow, the difficulty of the competition is doubled. These two people are really strict. They don't exceed the time limit of a second. If they can't listen to it, they just call stop. Dong Shusheng's Hades face is too scary. How can he play while he is staring at him..."

"Show me the competition manual again. Sure enough, they all choose Beethoven. I suspect that I have collided with several people. Whatever I do, I must not be able to compare with them."

"Who made Mr. Hong the best at Beethoven? Many people learned her style when they started. Otherwise, Brahms, Dong Shusheng also likes this, and everyone knows that playing these two in the memorial competition will be favored by the judges. .”

"But it's not like, do you see, there's a Mendelssohn in there?"

"Oh? Really? Isn't that the end? Doesn't he know that Mr. Hong hates Mendelssohn the most during practice?"

"Maybe it's a slant of the sword? A table full of Chinese and Chinese people come to clear the porridge and side dishes, maybe you can get a high score."

Their comments were not malicious, they were mostly self-deprecating, Zhu Weixing was not angry when he heard it, but he didn't want anyone to seriously refute those people.

"Teacher Hong didn't say who she hated. Her style didn't match Mendelssohn's in her early years, and she gradually started to try other things. She played Mendelssohn in several concerts before her death."

Zhu Weixing turned her head and found that the person speaking was a skinny young man wearing thick glasses, who seemed to be about the same age as herself.

After saying this, he stood up, and it turned out that his name was being called on the stage.

"Contestant No. 14, Lu Feiqi."

This contestant seemed to be quite famous, and the few people in the audience who had just been teased by him were worried, but after hearing his name, they all sighed. It turned out that he was Lu Feiqi with the U sound.

U sound? The best conservatory of music in U City, a school that the world can't even catch up with.

Student Lu chose Liszt's piece, which surpassed all the other contestants in terms of emotion and skill. Most importantly, he could hear the respect for Hong Zixun in his piano sound.It is respect, not imitation. He has greatly retained his personal characteristics and truly interpreted what is called "Memorial Piano Competition".

Zhu Weixing saw that several judges were nodding, and Dong Shusheng also showed his first smile since the opening, barely feeling that this competition is not boring.

At this time, Zhu Weixing was also notified by the staff to wait for the scene, and he attracted all the attention when he stood up.Many people have been secretly paying attention to this place since Zhuweixing entered the door.I don't know who he is, so it doesn't prevent everyone from guessing. After all, some people look like masters in their aura, even if they are unfamiliar faces.

Zhu Weixing came backstage, where she saw the silent Xuan Lang.

Teacher Xuan's expression was neither serious nor approving. There was a hint of sadness mixed with hesitation, which was extremely complicated.

Zhu Weixing knows that his decision is willful, and if the teacher disagrees, he will fully understand.

Xuan Lang asked again: "Do you have a reason for doing this?"

Zhu MSI said: "It is possible."

Xuan Lang: "Do you know the consequences?"

Zhu MSI: "I know."

Xuan Lang smiled: "All right."

I wish MSI a hard time: "Do I need to report to the organizer?"

Xuan Lang frightened him: "It doesn't matter whether you report or not, you have to be prepared mentally, you may be kicked out of the stage after playing two notes."

Zhu Weixing expressed his understanding, after thinking about it, he still said: "Teacher, I'm sorry..." and maybe this time he will live up to his recommendation.

Xuan Lang shook his head: "You don't need to apologize to me, I said it, remember, you can do whatever you want, a free attitude is very good."

Zhu MSI watched him quietly.

Before going on stage, he still couldn't hold back and scanned the audience several times.

Xuan Lang seemed to know what he was looking for, and said, "He's talking on the phone downstairs to smoke, and he will come up in a while."

Zhu Weixing only nodded, and still insisted on standing there looking at the auditorium.

Within two seconds, a tall figure flashed by the door, met Zhu Weixing's gaze, and raised his chin at him, as if saying, "I'm here."

Zhu Weixing showed no emotion on his face, but his clenched fists at the hem of his trousers relaxed slightly. After taking a deep breath, he straightened his back and walked onto the stage.

His competition song, "Poems Without Words in E Major" - Mendelssohn, appeared on the screen.

There was a little sigh in the audience, it turned out that the one who played Xiao Qing Porridge was this little fairy who was secretly watched by the audience as soon as he appeared.It seems that the score will not be too low, after all, good looks can also add points.

However, the judges don't seem to judge people by their appearance, and several of them leaned back in their chairs, not looking forward to it.After listening to fifteen contestants, although they are all professionals, in the ears of the masters who often appear in major international music competitions, such a scene, except for Lu Feiqi, is still a child's play.Both Dong Shusheng and Zhao Bingran were obviously tired, especially Zhao Bingran, who propped his forehead with his hands most of the time, as if he had fallen asleep.

Until the boys on the stage sat down, hung their hands on the piano, and dropped the first note.

Zhao Bingran raised his head at once, and Dong Shusheng's expression also changed.

Of course, it's not because he plays well that he can distinguish good from bad by one measure, but because he doesn't play Mendelssohn's "Songs Without Words" at all.

It's Bach, Bach's Fugue.

Zhao Bingran frowned and asked Dong Shusheng: "What's going on?"

Dong Shusheng was also puzzled.

Is this student too nervous and made a mistake?Or forget the tune?No matter which one, it can't be a temporary song change, right?Anyone who has participated in the competition knows that this kind of clever and self-righteous little trick has only one end no matter what the reason is.

Cancellation of performance, disqualification.

Sure enough, some of the judges gave a pause gesture to the people on stage with a cold face.