Zhuang Yan was the first to go on stage. His violin had already reached the ninth level of the Central Conservatory of Music standard, so he easily passed this level of interview and got an S grade as soon as he went on stage.
Xu Lu was the second to last to perform. She played the second movement of Beethoven's Fourth Piano Sonata in E-flat major.
After the song was finished, all three judges gave A scores. Xu Lu was a little disappointed because she thought she could get an S, but an A was enough for her to enter the Central Conservatory of Music.
Wen Jianmin applauded enthusiastically, and Zhong Hui handed the bouquet to him: "Jianmin, go and present the flowers."
Wen Jianmin did not refuse, holding the bouquet, he walked to the front of the stage. Xu Lu smiled and walked to the side of the stage, bowed slightly and took the big bunch of lilies: "Thank you, Uncle Wen."
This scene naturally fell into the eyes of Wen Qiao, who was standing at the side and preparing to go on stage. Wen Qiao took a breath and tried not to let his emotions be affected by them.
Wen Jianmin has been treating his stepdaughter better than his own daughter for decades, and she has long been used to it. It's no big deal.
Wen Jianmin touched Xu Lu's head and praised her: "You played very well. I saw the examiners nodded frequently. Uncle Wen is proud of you."
Xu Lu smiled shyly, holding a bouquet of flowers, and walked past the side curtain with the people carrying the piano off the stage.
She paused and looked at Wen Qiao with a smile: "Uncle Wen probably also prepared a bouquet for you, don't worry."
Wen Qiao glanced at her coldly, his eyes seemed to say, do you think I would care
Xu Lu gritted her teeth and went backstage holding the flowers with a unhappy look on her face.
Wen Qiao walked to the center of the stage and sat on a chair. The lights slowly came on, and her slender fingers gently placed on the strings of the pipa.
She performed the well-known pipa piece [Ambush from All Sides], which ignited emotions from the very beginning. The combination of fingering of 'push, wipe, play, wipe' vividly expressed the mighty demeanor of the soldiers.
The last segment, "The Battle of Jiuli Mountain," depicted a life-and-death struggle between two armies. The sound of horse hooves and the clashing of swords and spears was so melodious that it immediately attracted the three judges in the audience, as well as... Fu Nanli.
He sat there, quietly looking at the girl on the stage. The soft light of twilight enveloped her. She was wearing a white dress, with a charming figure and a beautiful face. She was immersed in her world of music, firmly grasping the attention of all the audience and judges present.
On the side curtain, Xu Lu stood beside Zhuang Yan and could see his gaze. Ever since Wen Qiao came on stage, Zhuang Yan had been maintaining this posture and had been looking at Wen Qiao.
This made her feel very uneasy. Even though everyone in the school thought that she and Zhuang Yan were a perfect match, Zhuang Yan had never expressed his love for her.
But she is a lady, it is impossible for her to actively pursue a boy like Wen Qiao.
When Wen Qiao finished this song, the aftertaste was long, stirring, and the hearty final note seemed to linger in the air for a long time.
The judges were whispering to each other.
Xu Lu clenched her fists, hoping that it would be Grade B. She didn't want Wen Qiao to go to the same school as her and Zhuang Yan. If he couldn't get into the Central Conservatory of Music, Wen Qiao could still go to the Shanghai Conservatory of Music.
Wen Qiao's blood seemed to be boiling. After he finished, his fingertips trembled slightly. He looked up and saw Fu Nanli standing up and walking towards him with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
He had a strong retro vibe in his suit, and as he walked towards her step by step, he looked like a well-educated nobleman who had studied abroad during the Republic of China period, arrogant and mysterious.
He walked to the edge of the stage, Wen Qiao stood up, lifted her skirt slightly, and walked towards him with a smile.
He was holding a white rose in his hand, the flower's language was innocence and purity.
She bent down to take the flowers from his hand...
The girls at the sidelines were instantly shocked. "Who is that? He's so handsome."
"He's a celebrity, after all, he's so handsome and tall."
(End of this chapter)