It was as if the song [Spring Rain] sung by Qiao Er was played for him alone.
The first section of the Pipa solo piece "Spring Rain" uses a lighthearted tune as its musical motive. It presents the freshness, fluency and beauty of the melody through the use of pitch changes, embellishments, and off-key performances, allowing the audience to immerse themselves in the beautiful green fields of Jiangnan...
“It sounds good.”
There were murmurs of admiration coming from behind Fu Nanli.
"Shut up, listen carefully and don't disturb her." Another boy's voice.
The second section follows immediately, and it is like a drizzle that suddenly becomes heavier, which can’t help but stir people’s emotions.
Her finger movements were as nimble as a snake and her emotions were full and abundant, and everyone present was attracted to her.
Zhuang Yan, who was standing at the side of the stage, looked a little dazed. Wen Qiao always gave people surprises.
The expressiveness of the third section of music is the climax of the first pipa performance. The theme of the music is like the sea, accompanied by the double-string melody of the thumb, making the music more affectionate.
The difficulty of playing this piece [Spring Rain] is about the same as [Ten Sides of Ambush] and [The King Takes Off His Armor]. When the piece ended, the concert hall was silent.
It was the judges in the first row who first came to their senses and started applauding.
Fu Nanli leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands together gently and clapped.
Wen Qiao stood up and saw Fu Nanli sitting in the third row. She smiled, then gently touched the pipa, put it aside, and bowed. Thunderous applause broke out in the concert hall.
The boys behind Fu Nanli almost hugged each other and cried: "Goddess, don't stop me, I want to give flowers to my goddess."
“I want to contribute too.”
"Damn, you guys ordered the flowers without my knowledge?"
"I bought just one and have been hiding it in my pocket."
"Me too… "
"I also… "
"Traitors, you are all traitors."
Fu Chuan leaned closer and whispered, "Your flowers are ready. Qin Bei is waiting backstage with the flowers."
Fu Nanli covered his lips with his index finger: "Don't talk, the judges are judging."
Fu Chuan raised his eyebrows. Some people may appear calm and steady on the surface, but their hearts are already in turmoil, right
I've never seen the young master so nervous before. It's just an ordinary music competition.
Wen Qiao stepped down from the stage and passed by Zhuang Yan, who smiled at her: "Congratulations."
Wen Qiao paused and asked, "Congratulations on what?"
"You deserve the championship."
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "You also played the brilliant waltz very well."
The lights of the stage embraced her gently. Zhuang Yan looked at her in a trance. He and she stood side by side at the highest point. He felt inexplicably moved. This emotion seemed to transcend love between men and women and came from his appreciation and admiration for Wen Qiao.
While they were complimenting each other on the side of the stage, Xu Lu could only watch the live broadcast on her mobile phone at home.
Of course she wouldn't go to the scene. Wen Qiao made it into the top eight and might get third or second place. She couldn't accept the sight of Wen Qiao shining on the stage.
After a long wait, the results were announced on the spot and the audience waited quietly for the judges' scores.
These judges are professors and deans of major music conservatories, as well as top musicians in the fields of traditional Chinese and Western music.
Half an hour later, the staff arranged for the top eight contestants to go on stage.
Among the first eight, three are from Central Conservatory of Music.
Wen Qiao, Zhuang Yan, Lin Xiang.
This shows that top music schools are indeed extremely powerful.
(End of this chapter)