Epigenetic

Xuan Lang was startled when he saw Zhu Weixing who came out of the room with a pale face, his usual calmness disappeared suddenly.

"Why do you have a good fever? Have you had a physical examination? Get your clothes on, and we're going to the hospital now. No, I'll let a private doctor come over, you wait."

Zhu Weixing refused: "It's just a little fever, a little bit, don't worry, just drink hot water and sleep, if it's really not possible, ask the hotel for a fever-reducing medicine."

"How is this possible," Xuan Lang said angrily, "Nothing is more important than your body. I'll watch for a while and you don't want to go to the lottery ceremony. Either find someone to replace you, or just ask them to give you a number. I'll do it now. "

Finding that the teacher was really anxious, Zhu Weixing was a little funny instead: "It's really okay, don't bother. I can go to the lottery and I will be back soon." After speaking, he called the service desk and asked them to deliver the medicine.

Seeing his insistence, Xuan Lang could only suppress his helplessness. Fortunately, there is no game today, and there is still time to rest.He hurriedly found a car, and after sending people to the venue, he was worried after much deliberation, and found a relationship and quietly followed Zhu Weixing to the venue to watch.

The promotion list was announced in the morning, and three-quarters of the 64 people were wiped out at once, leaving only sixteen.The rest will be drawn for tomorrow's semifinals.The organizer designated sixteen sonatas, and the contestants would play whichever one they drew tomorrow. Of course, it would be best if they were good at it, but if they were not good at it, they would only practice from today to tomorrow.This is a test of your breadth of music knowledge and mastery of the styles of different composers, and of course luck.

At the moment, 15 people were waiting in the room, and when Zhu Weixing appeared, they immediately cast a lot of attention.A person who was not seen by everyone before the game, but he has enough sense of existence in one day, and is feared by all parties.

Fortunately, Zhu Weixing was still calm under the gazes from all directions, and got stuck in the door and took a seat.

The seats are arranged according to the initials of the surnames, and the lottery is also in this order. In this respect, I wish MSI a little bit of a disadvantage, except for a girl surnamed Zhuang who is behind him.

Zhang Mingming on the other side of him didn't take advantage of it either, and the girl was obviously used to it, seeing that there was no camera at the scene, she sneaked out a cake and ate it.

Seeing that Zhu Weixing looked at him, Zhang Mingming asked generously, "Do you want to eat?"

Zhu MSI lost his appetite and shook his head.

Zhang Mingming continued to look at him, and asked sharply, "Are you uncomfortable?"

After taking the antipyretics, Zhu Weixing had some night sweats: "I didn't sleep well."

Zhang Mingming was curious: "Isn't it a nervous draw?"

Zhu MSI put it lightly: "A little bit."

Zhang Mingming didn't believe it.

The progress on the stage was fairly smooth, and when one was completed, the selected piece of music was crossed out on the screen.No matter how good the players are, they all have their favorite preferences. They are happy when they get what they want, frustrated when they miss it, and happy when they don’t get it.All of a sudden, the little one's room was full of joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, bittersweetness, sweetness and sourness.

This time Zhu Weixing didn't lie to the girl, he was indeed a little nervous, he was not afraid of all the optional songs, but the designated songs...he had a weakness that couldn't be covered up.

When two-thirds of the contestants have been on stage, but the song that Zhu Weixing is afraid of is still in the signing box, it is difficult not to worry.

However, he found that the girl next to him was still staring at him, Zhu Weixing couldn't help asking: "Have we met?"

Zhang Mingming finally waited for him to speak, heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's really like flirting with me when I take the initiative, but fortunately you finally feel it."

Zhu Weixing didn't feel it, he was just worried that it was Zhu Liangliang who caused trouble in the past again: "When? Where?"

Zhang Mingming: "Three years ago, at a funeral, you..."

Just as the girl was about to speak in detail, she heard the host on stage read her number.Zhang Mingming could only get up.

Seeing Zhu Weixing's confused face, Zhang Mingming said, "Forget it, it doesn't quite look like him, maybe I misidentified the person."

While talking to herself, she walked away.

Zhu Weixing didn't pay much attention to her words, her attention was all on the stage.It is a pity that Zhang Mingming did not resolve the difficulties for him.After her, only Zhu Weixing and another player were left without drawing.

Zhu Weixing came to the stage and put his hand into the draw box. Although he was inclined, his movements were not sloppy at all, and he was about to take out a ball after he caught it.

At this moment, Zhu MSI was startled by a sudden noise!The fingertip slipped, and the chosen ball fell back into the box.

A male voice hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm just passing from behind. I don't know why the microphone suddenly exploded."

Zhu Weixing took a look, he was not familiar with that person, but looking at the name tag on his chest, he recognized that it was Guo Xuelu who bumped into him yesterday.

Although it was a bit of a coincidence, this accident is not entirely to blame. After the organizer adjusted the audio equipment, I wish MSI to draw lots again.

Looking at the number ball in his hand, Zhu Weixing stepped off the stage expressionlessly, and met Xuan Lang's helpless eyes in the upper corner.

Zhu MSI smiled slightly.

Xuan Lang sighed back.

Back at the hotel, he took Zhu Weixing's temperature. He was sweating just now, and the fever went down a little, but it didn't go away completely.Xuan Lang looked at the person lying on the bed, and repeated the word "retirement" in his mouth, but finally did not say it.

Zhu Weixing seemed to see through the meaning of the teacher, and said: "It's because I don't have much hope, but I want to finish playing well, at least I can count as my best."

After Xuan Lang left, Zhu Weixing took out her mobile phone and opened WeChat, and typed the words "Maybe I can go back tomorrow" on the face of the ugly dog, thought about it, and then deleted it.

Let's wait until the comparison is over.

Soon.

It's a pity that he wanted to concentrate, but his body didn't allow it.Because of the antipyretics, I finally fell asleep that night.Still restless, dreaming constantly.In the dream, it was full of narrow alleys, shabby houses, cramped beds, and the man opposite the window.

I wish MSI doesn't feel trapped, but misses her very much.

Several times, he thought that when he was back in the antelope, he could roll into a hard but hot embrace as soon as he turned over, but he was dazed and opened his eyes repeatedly, and he was still alone in the room.

Waking up early in the morning, Zhu Weixing's fever not only did not subside, but the fever became even higher.

Zhu Weixing's head was swollen and his whole body was weak, not to mention sitting down and playing the piano, he even struggled to lift his arms.But he was still grateful in his heart that he didn't lose his soul when he felt unwell like the previous few times.Now I can still walk, move and breathe, I wish MSI is satisfied.

He didn't tell anyone, he seemed to have a lot of experience in pretending to be a healthy person, the more uncomfortable he was on the inside, the more casual he looked on the outside, even Xuan Lang didn't see that he was weaker than yesterday, and he thought that Zhu Weixing was almost sick heal.

Arriving at the venue, Xuan Lang saw that Zhu Weixing seemed to be in a daze all the way, and he thought he was uncertain, so he comforted him: "Actually... my Mozart has been like shit for so many years, and I live quite confidently, so... It doesn't matter if you play badly."

Zhu Weixing eased off the shadow in front of her eyes, nodded: "I know."

Entering the concert hall, the auditorium is half full.The semi-finals did not sell tickets to the outside world, but there were simultaneous broadcasts on local TV stations, and they were open to players of the same period.Many other professional contestants and related personnel will come to watch.As one of the most popular projects of the Golden Law, the performances of the piano youth group have never worried about attendance.

Sure enough, when Zhu Weixing finished putting on makeup and came out, the hall was almost full. Before Zhu Weixing saw it, the judges were excluded, and several great musicians who had performed at the opening ceremony were also seated.Regarding this, he showed no emotion on his face. Instead, when he swept across the stands on the second floor, he paused his gaze at a tall figure in the corner.

But because the distance was too far and he was dizzy, he couldn't see clearly.Zhu Weixing quickly looked away again, and only sat down in the back row on the first floor.

Coincidentally, I was seated with that No. 57 again.

Oh, he is not number 57 now, his surname is Bao, his name is Bao Fan, he is the second in alphabetical order, and the number he got by lottery is also the second.Zhu Weixing kept listening to him singing bad words about himself, shouting all the way to the stage.

As a result, after going up, a piece of Chopin's "Third Piano Sonata" was played perfectly.Zhu Weixing can also see that this guy only practiced one song to conquer the world, but he practiced only Chopin.No wonder Versailles is available. After all, Europeans can get good at designated songs. I wish MSI, a non-chief, will not be envious.

The so-called sonata is composed of several movements, which is a relatively complex divertimento structure, and one of the chapters will be selected to play during the competition.But even after being shortened, it still takes a lot more time than the previous day's skill song.Zhu Weixing, who was ranked No.15, sat for more than an hour and was still nowhere near his serial number. He couldn't help showing a little tiredness.In the May weather, in the constant temperature space, his fingertips resting on the armrest shivered slightly from the cold.

But he concealed it very well, logically speaking, even Xuan Lang didn't notice it, and others shouldn't pay attention.But Bao Fan, who was already lighter than his body, walked around the field for a few laps and came back, but brought Zhu Weixing a cup of hot water.

Zhu MSI was stunned.

Bao Fan said, "I met someone outside and forced me to bring it to you."

Zhu Weixing was surprised, and thought again, it should be Mr. Xuan who has been worrying about it since yesterday, so he accepted it gratefully.

After drinking hot water, the coldness was slightly relieved, but the pain in the whole body was more obvious.

Compared with his extremely poor state, except for Guo Xuelu who made a little mistake in Schubert's op.58, the performance of several other seeded players is still stable.In particular, Cao Fu, the champion of last year's Golden Law, and Lu Feiqi, who is also from U City, both of them, like Bao Fan, got their own masterpieces, and they played smoothly and brilliantly, which was unanimously recognized by the judges.

Of course, Zhang Mingming is also very good. Zhu Weixing, who was invited backstage to wait for the stage preparations, couldn't help applauding her after admiring her perfect performance there.

With so many great contestants, maybe they could still fight in the past, but this time Zhu Weixing, even if he is not sick, I am afraid that he is not sure.

When Zhang Mingming stepped down, his message was displayed on the big screen.Compared with the previous time of being unknown, Zhu Weixing has become one of the students worth looking forward to in the eyes of many people.

Unfortunately, many people will probably be disappointed.

Listening to the host's announcement, Zhu Weixing stepped onto the stage.

"The next contestant, contestant No. 15, U City Academy of Art, I wish MSI."

"Competition piece, Beethoven's "Pathetic Sonata"."