I play the piano in the comprehensive world

When Gou Juanjing came up from the backstage passage, the shutters of the reporters standing at the end rang together, and a small exclamation sounded from the audience.

Gou Juanjing at this age is not tall, with blond hair and green eyes, with a pure and thorough feeling that seems to come from the forest. When he stood on the stage, it was like walking from myth to reality, which surprised all the audience.

Matsuda was worried that such excessive enthusiasm would affect the young man, but the other party seemed very calm, walking at a leisurely pace, and didn't even look too much at the audience.

His friends all praised: "Although I don't know how good he is, but he has such a bearing at this age, it's really amazing."

How many newcomers don't feel guilty, short of breath, or dizzy when they come to power?Even Yukihisa Matsuda still feels nervous when important figures or reporters from major newspapers appear on stage.

He watched Gou Juanjing walk onto the stage and slowly walk to the center of the stage, next to the piano.

All contestants are dressed in black suits, somehow, he looks so different.

The light golden hair of the dog curly thorn presents a dazzling color under the warm light, and what is more impressive than this golden color is his pair of smiling eyes.

An invisible aura was transmitted from the young man on the stage to the hearts of everyone present.

At this moment, it is really hard to imagine that he has just turned 16 and is standing on the international stage for the first time.

After all, in the concert hall, everyone quickly stopped these distracting thoughts, restrained their applause, watched the young man sit down in the light, waited for him to arrange his coat and coat, and held his breath to watch his fingers land on the black and white keys of the piano. superior.

The first sound made Matsuda's high-hanging heart drop.

Matsuda Yukihisa couldn't remember anything about being nervous or worrying.

Is this really the same piano as the previous contestant?Matsuda thought in a daze.

There is no piano choice in the qualifiers, no matter what happens afterwards, it is the same starting line at this stage.This also creates a very intuitive difference. For the same piano, the good ones may be the same, but the bad ones must be obvious at a glance.

but--

It's not like...

Matsuda's attention was quickly caught by Gou Juan Jing's unreasonable music. It was as if his thinking had stopped, and it was difficult for him to think about other miscellaneous things.

The next one, Chopin etude Op.25No.11. *

This piece is also called "Winter Wind". It pays attention to courage and has very high requirements on strength and speed.It is quiet and even soft at the beginning, but when it comes to the main part, the momentum of violent wind and rain, lightning and thunder requires the player's artistic skills to reach a certain level, and the overall grasp can present the whistling in the winter wind .

The strong wind blows, and there is a moment of pause. It does not mean that the wind has stopped for a second, but because the next wave of stronger wind is coming.

Even though Matsuda had already got the program list and was familiar with the tune, when the sound of Gou Juan Jing fell, he really felt the thunder strike on the top of his head. He forgot that this was a concert hall, and he didn't have the time to pay attention The others woke up with a breath, and the winter wind came with the wind and rain, blowing right in front of them.

"Winter Wind" is not long, and it only takes 3 and a half minutes to play. When he stopped, Matsuda Yukihisa suddenly experienced a winter in West Siberia.

It was only at this time that he realized that he had been short of breath in the past few minutes, and he hadn't consciously slowed down until now.

Less than 4 minutes.

He checked his watch again to make sure.

He heard his friend say: "...It's scary, are all the kids these days so scary?"

It was only then that Matsuda slowly remembered what he was worried about before - why didn't he make his official debut in Japan?

Now he already knew the answer without anyone talking—at this level, why waste time crushing rookies and attacking newcomers.

Young genius.

Who hid him until now?

When the boy's next song sounded again, Matsuda's mind was emptied again.

Throughout lunch, Matsuda didn't recover from Goujuanjing's performance, and his friend seemed equally absent-minded.

"Let's go back."

"what?"

"Let me listen now, and I can't listen to other people's performances."

During the 40-minute performance, there were 6 pieces in total. Matsuda felt like a storm had hit his head, and he was in a mess. Now he just wanted to find a quiet place so that he could sort out his thoughts.

He gritted his teeth and choked out a sentence: "The judges should push him down to the last one on the last day."

Think about what it would be like to have encountered such a monster before going on the field...

The contestants this morning are really lucky.

Such a thought came to Matsuda in a trance.

Indeed, as he expected, with the monster that cannot be judged by common sense, the contestants in the afternoon were like eggplants beaten by frost. The series of car accidents in the qualifiers was terrible. It was simply the worst afternoon since the start of Barcelona.

The music competition is not only a test of personal cultivation on the piano, but also a test of willpower and mentality.For those with a bad mentality, just standing on the field can't help but their legs are weak, and those who can't bear the pressure are destined to be unable to face the difficulties of media censure in the future.

Of course, it's just that Goujuanjing's level is a little bit bigger than other people's level by [-] million points.

If it is said that facing the well-known Yu Gong and Pang Wei is still a little psychologically prepared, then Gou Juan Jing is an unprepared monstrous wave that beats people to their knees.

Among these people, the least affected one might be Shier, an outsider.

He has already experienced the period when cats covered their ears. When everyone left the stage in a trance, the man calmed down and strolled to the lounge to pick up people.

Even though he was the last one to play, Gou Juanjing quickly packed himself up and ran away before the reporter came to interview.

The reporter who came back to his senses looked at the empty backstage: "..."

After coming out, the dog Juanjing was still bouncing around and called Chopin first.

The Pole looked a little surprised: "Aren't you supposed to be interviewing now?"

"Interview?" Gou Juanjing jumped up and down beside Shi Er, who looked like a young child to foreigners, "There was no interview, and there was no one when I came out."

Chopin: ?

Mozart, who was sitting next to him, guessed something, "Xiao Jing, did you come out after changing your clothes?"

Dog Juanjing: "Yes."

OK, case solved.

Mozart covered his stomach and laughed and fell on Chopin. Mendelssohn happened to be drinking water. After listening for a while, he choked on a sip of water in his throat.

This can only be said to be a big oolong.

Chopin still had a smile on his face, he didn’t blame the little disciple for not knowing the rules, but he was dissatisfied with the reporter’s contempt: “It’s okay, it’s good like this.”

"In the future, they will know that they will wait for you at the backstage exit."

Mendelssohn and Mozart, who were laughing behind their backs, laughed even louder.

Generally speaking, Barcelona has a relationship with the relevant media. Their pursuit of popular players is no less than that of stars. For local stars like Sophie, when she is halfway through her performance, the reporter knows to go to the backstage exit to reserve a seat in advance.Of course, there are also unknown players. Because of their mediocre performance, they can't wait for the attention of the spotlight even standing in the background.

Even so, everyone usually won't just leave...

However, if the teacher is eccentric, where should the reporter go to reason?

……

The last two days of the qualifiers, compared to the previous few days, seemed unremarkable, and the qualifiers seemed to end in such a calm manner.

After the difficult days passed, the opening concert finally gave them a group of judges a rest.

In order to arouse the interest of the audience and the judges, the popular contestants in the qualifiers are distributed in a decentralized manner. It is basically guaranteed that there will be 2-3 people every day, scattered in the morning and afternoon, and the contestants who are obviously not strong enough are inserted in the middle, which is convenient for the judges to rest and relax. Distinguish, otherwise, for several days in a row, from morning to night every day, no one can hold on.

Even so, when the performance of 300 people stopped, there were only a few people they could remember.

After the start of the competition, each judge basically has a steelyard in mind, who is here to mix the experience of the competition, who is bound to enter the finals, and who is in the waiting list.

But all of these are based on live performance.

Small competitions may still be manipulated by capital. For a competition like Barcelona, ​​which basically uses the credibility of the art capital as the background, it is difficult to consider other than the musicality of the live performance.

Especially this year there is a dark horse——

"The last two days have been exhausting to me."

"The next few seed players have been hit, right?"

"At that level, it is obviously already a step away from others."

"Does any of you know who his teacher is? This is not a student that an unknown person can teach."

"Who on earth arranged the dog's thorn until the fifth day?" French pianist and former Barcelona champion Charles Auclair rarely participated in the discussion. He lay on the table and didn't want to get up. ", it really blows away all people's thoughts."

Zimmermann* laughed. "His Chopin is really interesting."

"He's also very interesting." Eau Claire laughed mischievously: "He ran away after hearing that he played, and the reporters here haven't found any information about him yet."

Zimmerman suppressed a laugh, too.People like them, who have been criticized by reporters for a long time, cannot help gloating at seeing them deflated. "But they are right. Such a child cannot be trained by himself. There must be a powerful teacher behind him. Listening to the technique, he is either a Parisian or a Polish."

"I can't think of who it would be." Eau Claire shook his head, "If I knew the circle, such a powerful disciple would have been unable to resist showing off."

"This makes people very curious." Zimmerman smiled playfully, "We can only rely on our journalist friends to give us some help."

Auclaire's baby blue eyes were thoughtful, "Who wrote that kid's letter of recommendation?"

"I remember Minako Momohei and Hamai Misa."

"It seems that there are no clues." Eau Claire sighed.

Anyway, it's enough that he has nothing to do with that guy Hudley Germain.