Married to the Demon King

Fortunately, there was not much foreshadowing in the competition, and it went directly to the main topic. Yu Jiu's attention was quickly attracted by the TV.

Lin Cong'an watched the first part of the game.

But laymen can only watch the excitement, and now Yu Jiu commented on the advantages and disadvantages of each song for him, and he gradually read it.

When it came to Zheng Xin and Liu Keqiao, Yu Jiu specially introduced them.

Lin Cong'an said, "I remember, your friend went to the hospital to see you."

Yu Jiu smiled: "Yes. Zheng Xin plays better, and the final is expected. Liu Keqiao may be more dangerous."

Lin Cong'an hummed, and asked again: "During the preliminary round, he played the Turkish March?"

"You still remember!" Yu Jiu said pleasantly, "It's amazing, Mr. Lin!"

Following Yu Jiu, I can indeed understand some common sense of classical music.Lin Cong'an is very interested in this field that he has never dabbled in. The process of clearing up the blind spots of knowledge is enough fun.

Yu Jiu's black key etude is the penultimate one. After listening to it, Lin Cong'an was still shocked.

Before he could organize the aftertaste, he saw the next little fat man stepping onto the stage with one foot.

Lin Cong'an took out the remote control decisively and pressed the mute button.

Yu Jiu: "...?"

Lin Cong'an said calmly, "I don't want to listen to it a second time."

Unbeknownst to the two of them, there has been a trend of emojis on social networking sites at the moment...

Countless people circled the mayfly magazine, and they sighed while asking the black question mark - I heard that the amateur group "plays the pop really well"!

Your reporting is also well done!

A few days ago, the front-line report of "Mayfly" used words full of admiration for the professional group and disdain for the amateur group.

The sentence "popular playing is awesome" expresses the water of the amateur group from the side.

As a well-known classical music magazine in China, many netizens regard them as a professional weathervane, and have no expectations for the performance of the amateur group today.

But after listening to it for a few times, the audience gradually let out a confused voice: ... It seems to be not bad? !

The first few people can still be described as "although they have made progress, but their overall level is still not up to standard", but starting from Zheng Xin, even outsiders can feel the obvious difference in level.

In terms of the level of this song alone, in the previous session, it could already be ranked in the professional group.The audience may not be able to tell why it is good, but they know it is good.

After all, who doesn't have ears?

On social networking sites, the topic of Qingyin Competition has already been swiped by black question mark emojis. Just when everyone was confused, Yu Jiu came on stage.

There was a little girl who followed Shelley's photo incident before, and she desperately chatted in the topic of the Qingyin competition, saying that the little brother looks good, and the sister will follow you when she reaches fifty points.

But the moment Yu Jiu pressed the keys, countless viewers holding their mobile phones to brush topics and type all raised their heads to look at the screen.

sounds amazing.

It was a touch that would have captivated even the well-informed Shelley.

The simplicity is full of humor, like a cup of afternoon tea that makes you feel comfortable, melting in the warm sunshine of the [-]th century.

"Black Key Etude" itself is not a piece with a strong sense of narrative, but after Yu Jiu plays it, it has an indescribable flavor.He was dressed in a suit and dress, with a gentle temperament and a bonus appearance.

The camera switched back and forth between the distant view and the flying fingers. During his playing, there was no new post on the topic of Qingyin Competition for a full minute.

After a while, when the little fat man came on stage, the netizens gradually came to their senses.

@江山又小雪: Mom, I want to report someone cheating here.

@天天不做亲事: Obviously you can fight for face, why do you have to fight for talent?

@我的爱豆是奇葩: Wang Wang Wang Wang I cried so loudly, is this little brother our new hope for Yangou? ?Can't wait for the VCR to come out, I want to see him talk!I want to write a fan for him!I want to be his pillow to sleep with! !

In addition to the typical layman watching the lively remarks, there are also many piano majors who took the liberty.

@秋秋秋秋: The year before last, I bought a ticket to watch the final scene of the Qingyin Competition. This year, I can only watch the computer while studying abroad in Facun. PS is a good card, this network speed... But I have to say, No. 9 is really Awesome!Professional students know that the depth of the touch keys is difficult to practice, and the touch keys that are elastic and textured are even rarer.There used to be a senior in our major, who was crazily worshiped by the whole school nicknamed Thor because of the deep touch. When I saw this little brother, I thought of the senior...

Really awesome, admiration!

This netizen's speech got thousands of likes in one minute, and then he silently reposted himself, and Aite published "Mayfly" magazine——

@秋秋秋秋: @敜蝣杂志处 So you guys were late when you watched the amateur group’s game?Only listened to pop songs? [dog head]

Netizens [狗头] ridiculed one after another. In the editor-in-chief's office of Mayfly Magazine, Xiang Jianguo and Wang Hai sat opposite each other, puffing.

The ashtray was about to overflow, and the two of them put their mobile phones on the desk with a sad face, and various Weibo reminders popped up on the lock screen, and the ding ding dong dong sounded like notes of death.

"Old Xiang, what should we do?"

"Ask me what to do, what can I do? I blame that woman Shelley. If she didn't post some photos at the beginning, would this Yu Jiu get so many people's attention?"

"That's not necessarily..." Wang Hai was half-speaking when he was stared at by Xiang Jianguo.

It's true that they are the editor-in-chief, but there is also a boss above them.

The boss went on a business trip abroad the day before yesterday, and he won't be back until next week.

The two of them can only pray that the boss will have a good time when he is on a business trip, so stop opening Weibo.

The mobile phone on the coffee table looked like a gun, Wang Hai sighed deeply and said, "What did we think at the beginning..."

What can you think?But that's just arrogance.

The environment in the previous few editions of the Qingyin Competition was dominated by professionals and demoted to amateurs.

The harder the professional group blows, the higher the gold content of the academic world, which is what everyone wants to see—of course, the low level of the amateur group is also an indisputable fact.

They have become accustomed to this point of view, and unconsciously, they instinctively feel that the amateur group does not deserve to be praised.

As for this time, they took all aspects of the amateur group into consideration.Because the little fat man's performance was too bad, he and Yu Jiu played a piece of music back and forth.Once they blow Yu Jiu, it must be in stark contrast to the little fat man's badness.

Better shut up.

Who knew that the audience was so crazy this time, and they even put them on the fire to roast them?

Can't you just say a few words less!

Of course not.

Netizens finished playing Yu Jiu, and they wanted to mock the same song by Little Fatty—"It took me a long time to hear it, but this guy actually played the same black key as the most handsome guy last time!"

Unlike Wang Hai and Xiang Jianguo's anxiety, Yu Jiu went to the kitchen to cut some fruit while Xiaopang was playing the piano.

After working for more than ten minutes, when he came out with the plate, he found that Mr. Lin had fallen asleep leaning on the sofa.

Yu Jiu lightly placed the fruit plate on the coffee table, and there was no sound of turning on the TV after sitting down.

In this quiet space, it is quiet but peaceful.The VCRs of the contestants began to play on the TV. He watched it with subtitles, and found that it was unexpectedly beautifully done, and the time was not too short.

The first contestant is a college student majoring in philosophy, a girl who looks very delicate.

In the short film, she introduces her ordinary family, an ordinary small room, and an ordinary upright piano against the wall.

"I never thought of making a living from the piano, so I went to high school normally and took the college entrance examination. But even before the college entrance examination, I didn't stop practicing the piano for an hour a day. For me, it was relaxing and like life. a part of."

She wore a light-colored dress and smiled shyly: "It's beyond my expectation to be able to enter the semi-finals. I just hope that I can play the song well, and I have nothing special to say."

The editorial team interviewed her father again.

Although the old man has gray hair, he is in good spirits, riding a [-]-bar bicycle towards home.In the cart basket was a fresh fish flapping its tail.

He smiled and said: "My daughter has been admitted to a local university, and she spends more time practicing every day. She plays well. Several parents of children in the community asked me if they could learn from my daughter!"

There was uncontrollable pride in his tone: "I said, when my daughter is on TV, more people will learn from my daughter! Kebo"

The short VCR, the player's whole person has been three-dimensionally left in the hearts of the audience.

Yu Jiu was distracted for a moment, what will his short film be cut into later?

After the short film was broadcast, the contestants came to the stage and finished playing their repertoire.Then came number two, and then it was Yu Jiu's turn.

A short advertisement was inserted in the middle, Yu Jiu propped his chin in a daze, and didn't notice that Mr. Lin woke up.

"Why don't you turn on the sound?" Lin Cong'an was a little tired before, but he didn't sleep deeply. Now he took a little rest and became more energetic.

Yu Jiu let out an ah, and pressed the mute button, the noisy TV background sound made the stagnant air flow again.

"Which one is it?" Lin Cong'an asked, picked up the fruit plate from the coffee table, and handed it to Yu Jiu to signal him to take one.

Yu Jiu picked out a grapefruit: "The next one is me."

Within a few seconds, with the narration, Yu Jiu's VCR started.

The first thing to show is the cafe where he works, starting with the compliments from Xu Jiajia and other shop assistants.

Yu Jiu's face turned red.

He looked at Mr. Lin shyly, and grabbed the fruit plate: "I'll go and cut some more!"

After that, he turned around and ran into the kitchen.

There was a little smile on the corner of Lin Cong'an's mouth, and he relaxed a little, but he couldn't bear to leave the screen.

Yu Jiu is very photogenic, the beautiful boy is like a treasure in the world, his eyes are like stars.

Obviously he does a very ordinary job, but wherever he sits, he can turn it into a concert hall.

The director also mischievously cut out his questioning in the car.

On the TV, Yu Jiu grabbed the car seat and asked, "Our boss asked, can we take pictures of the shop sign?"

The staff laughed together: "No, but you can post on Weibo yourself."

"Ah, well, I've asked! I hope he doesn't blame me..."

The last part of the cafe is the childish strokes of the little girl, a simple but touching compliment.

Maybe because the little girl is disabled, and this scene is too rare, the camera showed the book and the words for a long time, and everyone could see clearly.

In the next second, the screen changed, and they were in their piano room.

Yu Jiu sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the white gauze curtains were blown up by the wind.

The staff asked him: "How long have you been learning the piano? Why didn't you take it as a profession?"

Yu Jiu seriously replied: "It's been 20 years, but I haven't practiced much in the middle two years. Why I didn't take it as a major is because my family situation didn't allow it."

After communicating in advance, the staff did not continue to ask him questions about his family, but changed his tone of gossip: "Just now we saw that your house is super big, and you specially installed such a big piano room. Steinway...why are you even working in a coffee shop?"

Yu Jiu stayed in the kitchen for a long time and didn't come back. Lin Cong'an knew that he was shy, so he didn't call him, and turned his attention back to the TV.

Yu Jiu on the TV showed a sweet smile: "My husband made it for me. I am very poor, so I still have to work."

"Ah, so you're married?"

"Yes...my sir, he's a very, very, very nice man."

The staff smiled: "Is it handsome?"

"He's so handsome!"

Yu Jiu didn't know what he was happy about, he smiled foolishly for several seconds before saying, "I love him very much."

After finishing speaking, he paused, and then said, "I love him as much as I love the piano."