Once someone leaves.
Then Nie Mi and the others had already lost before they even fought back.
Because losing the audience means losing the game.
Vienna, who was invited down from the audience, sat in the first row and watched every move on the stage closely.
When he saw the main creator bringing the music score and the girl who came from nowhere was still studying it, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The body also relaxed from being tense at the beginning.
He was afraid that Nie Mi would play dumb, so he played the guzheng himself.
Nie Mi's international status is by no means accumulated by false reputation. Many first-class masters highly respect Nie Mi's level.
Vienna is in this circle after all, so he has some idea of the situation.
He had thought of his excuse before he stepped down.
If it is Nie Mi who plays the guzheng later, he will say that it is Elena who plays the piano.
Fortunately, Nie Mi had some self-awareness and let the young girl play the lead role.
Second, I’m afraid that this young girl has some abilities.
Vienna saw that the other party was only cramming at the last minute, and his only doubt was dispelled. He smiled, feeling relaxed all over, and sat upright in his seat just to watch the fun.
…
Nie Mi was the only calm person.
He ignored the boisterous noise from the audience and waited attentively for the girl to finish reading the music score.
Pretty much as he expected.
The girl read the music for less than five minutes before she put the score on the music stand and turned to the waiting old man and said, "Drums, I want drum accompaniment."
Nie Mi's eyes lit up, and he instantly understood what kind of feeling Qiao Nian wanted: "Okay."
He immediately told the main creator, and soon someone brought up a drum.
Drum beats were used in "Song of Everlasting Sorrow". The dense drum beats at the beginning caught the audience's attention and attracted the stage.
So when Nie Mi said he needed a drum, the drummer in the audience took out his instrument and handed it to him without saying a word, and kept expressing his honor with a blushing face.
Allow Mr. Nie to use his own musical instrument.
He had been reluctant to clean the drum for at least three months. Nie Mi knew they had wasted too much time, so after a brief exchange with Qiao Nian, the two of them sat down in front of their instruments.
The audience below the stage is already getting impatient.
at this time.
The lights in the theater dimmed.
Only two beams of light were left on the stage, shining on Qiao Nian and Nie Mi.
I saw the girl raise her hand and pluck the strings.
The sound of a zither 'Zheng' traveled through thousands of years of history, heavily hitting the eardrums of everyone present.
The originally noisy conference hall suddenly became quiet.
The girl was not wearing the ancient-style clothes that she should wear for a performance, so she just casually raised her hand. Under the light, her fair skin was translucent, like a bodhi tree or jade.
“Zheng—”
Another sound.
The audience got goosebumps.
Everyone was unconsciously attracted by the clear piano music on the stage.
The girl on the stage still raised her hand slowly, just as everyone held their breath waiting for the third piano sound to tear their eardrums.
The girl changed her technique and the powerful sound of the piano came to her face, getting faster and faster and more urgent.
It was like two swords opening the gate of heaven, followed by the clattering momentum of thousands of troops and horses. The majestic momentum was like a mountain rain, whistling with a refreshing momentum.
Then Nie Mi's drum beats and the sound of the guzheng came in, pulling everyone to Mawei Slope, to Chang'an where bloody battles were fought, and to the frontier...
A picture emerged in everyone's eyes of soldiers fighting bloody battles and defending Chang'an to the death.
Everyone present was getting excited.
The drumbeats stopped abruptly.
The passionate and surging piano music suddenly turned into sad and gentle.
(End of this chapter)