Married to the Demon King

Spider-Man plays a Turkish March.

The track was too easy to choose for the level of this competition, but the helpless players performed very well.

The light and the heavy have their own rhythm, and the imposing places are also magnificent. Lin Cong'an, as a layman, thinks it sounds good—although it can't be compared with Yu Jiu.

Afterwards, a few not bad ones came out one after another, some revolutionaries and some military ones, all impassioned, and finally not so hypnotic.

At this time, it was close to three o'clock in the afternoon, the audience had almost left, and the judges were also very tired.

But no one showed a look of impatience.

Because on the list in their hands, there is another interesting name - Yu Jiu.

Yu Jiu saw the contestants being called up one by one, and finally he was the only one left.

When he was finally called, he cheered up and walked onto the stage step by step with a bright smile.

"Hello, judges and teachers, I'm in the amateur group, Yu Jiu."

None of the judges spoke, and he sat down in front of the piano.

This scene suddenly coincided with the most beautiful moment of his youth.

The piece he prepared was Chopin's "Black Key Etude", with a bright rhythm and high difficulty.

But at this moment, he suddenly wanted to be willful.

The starting hand was "Waltz in E Minor" by Chubby Bullet at the beginning of the competition.

Different from that little fat man, his E minor is lively and playful, light and romantic, and the rhythm between fast and slow is very accurate, it sounds like a fluttering butterfly, sprinkled with fluorescent blue powder.

The melodious waltz reverberated in the hall, and everyone who felt it at close range was shocked by the calm elegance that came from the pavement.

After Yu Jiu finished playing, he took a deep breath and stood up with a smile on his face.

The judges did not speak for a long time.

It was Yu Jiu, at the level of crushing the amateur group.

There was silence in the concert hall, Yu Jiu paused, subconsciously looking for Lin Cong'an in the auditorium.

The eyes of the two met, and Lin Cong'an raised his hand to applaud him.

The few people left in the auditorium all stood up and clapped their hands desperately.

The judges seemed to have just woken up, and lowered their heads to draw on the list.

There was no review session in the preliminary competition, so Yu Jiu bowed and prepared to go down, but was suddenly stopped by an old lady in the judges' seat.

"...Yu Jiu!" There was some disbelief in her voice: "It's been so many years, where have you been?"

Yu Jiu paused, turned around and said with a smile, "Thank you professor for remembering me... I have been playing the piano."

Just as Yu Jiu walked down the side steps, he saw Lin Cong'an walking towards him.

"Mr. Lin!" He happily rushed over, subconsciously opened his arms and hugged him.

He felt that he was playing very well, so he got carried away for a while, and after more than ten seconds of hugging, he realized that he was a bit overstepped, and let go of his hand in red.

Lin Cong'an rubbed his head smoothly, seeing that the hair rope with the little golden star hanging on it was not pleasing to the eye.

But he didn't say anything.

"Go back. Auntie has already cooked dinner."

Yu Jiu smiled happily: "Okay!"

……

The results of the preliminary round came down soon.

When Yu Jiu received the text message, it was at noon three days later, and he happened to be taking a break, and it was rare for Lin Cong'an to go home for dinner.When the text message sounded, Yu Jiu thought it was an advertisement or something, because the phone happened to be at hand so he glanced at it.

"Sister Jiajia was very upset at the time, and Teacher Niu even argued with her, saying that she is... is... Ah! Mr. Lin!!" Yu Jiu pushed the bowl and held the phone in his hand. Kai: "I seem to have passed!! I received a notification!!!"

Lin Con'an knew that this was a matter of course, but it did not prevent him from understanding Yu Jiu's excitement.

"Congratulations, did the organizing committee send a text message?"

Yu Jiu scratched the phone and kept scrolling down, concentrated on reading it before saying: "It means that I will go to the music association meeting tomorrow, and I will call one by one in the evening!"

"What time is it?"

"Eight in the morning."

Lin Cong'an nodded: "The old rules, I'll take you there."

Yu Jiu knew intellectually that this should be done, but the joy of being one step closer to the goal was still unstoppable.

The next day, Yu Jiu finished the meeting and didn't go to the coffee shop to work again.

When Lin Cong'an came home at night, he saw him sitting at the dinner table after a long time.

When Yu Jiu saw Lin Cong'an came back, he greeted with a forced smile, pointed to the dishes on the table and said that Auntie had just left after cooking and asked Lin Cong'an to eat quickly.

Lin Cong'an went to wash his hands, but he didn't move his chopsticks immediately after sitting down.

"What's going on? The meeting didn't go well?"

Yu Jiu held the chopsticks in his hands for a long time, and put them down after hearing this.

"No... I just don't know what to do? The organizing committee of the competition said that the contestants in the amateur group who entered the semi-finals will each have to make a short film about their daily life and piano practice, and they will introduce their experiences from childhood to adulthood. . . . it would be better to talk about the school parents and so on...”

Yu Jiu lowered his head: "I...I don't really want to talk about my family. And now they are gone."

Lin Cong'an thought for a while: "Isn't it okay to talk about your current life? How did you use your off-duty time to practice piano in the coffee shop? The audience felt inspired when they saw it. If you want to talk about family, you can also let them come to the house to shoot."

"...Is this okay?" Yu Jiu was startled.

Lin Cong'an picked up his favorite fried yam with chopsticks: "You are married to a good husband, and all the hardships are rewarding. Whatever you say, the production team will polish it."

Yu Jiu said cautiously: "In case your identity is dug out..."

Lin Cong'an smiled: "Very good, then announce it on our group official blog. Don't you want to?"

Yu Jiu's heart was about to jump out, Lin Cong'an's smile was so pretty...I didn't hear what he said at all...

I don't know if it's because he was thinking about it every day, but Yu Jiu suffered from insomnia at night.

During the meeting in the morning, he really thought that he had to take the film crew to his hometown after listening to the director's request.

Then I was forced to cry and introduce to the people of the whole country that I was miserable.

He is terrified of this.

Yu Jiu couldn't fall asleep, so he got up and went to the piano room.Although the soundproofing of the piano room is very good, he is still afraid that the noise will disturb Lin Cong'an who is sleeping in the master bedroom.

However, pressing the button lightly can't solve the irritability at all. Yu Jiu is addicted to cigarettes, and his hands tremble when he thinks about it.

But since he lived in this beautiful big house, he hasn't smoked in it.

He smokes outside when he goes to work, and also smokes one before going home.But today he was in a bad mood, he went home at noon, and never thought of going out to smoke.

Want to try the balcony?There is a terrace on the second floor of the villa. He has never been there, but he noticed it when Mr. Lin showed him around.

The open space should be tasteless by the next day.

Yu Jiu did what he said, packed his cigarette and lighter, and went to the glass door of the terrace.

But the lock between the two glass doors is a bit strange, Yu Jiu has never seen such a lock, and he couldn't get it open after a long time of fiddling.

Boredom is getting worse, and a little flustered.Yu Jiu looked at the door that couldn't be opened, his palms were sweating, and he even wanted to kick it away.

Many bad thoughts were rolling in his head over and over again, when Yu Jiu suddenly heard a sound behind him.

"!" He turned his head suddenly, but it was Lin Cong'an holding the flashlight of his mobile phone.

"What's the matter...?" He was wearing pajamas, his eyes were narrowed, and he was a little fierce.There was deep sleepiness and doubt in the tone: "What are you doing?"