Rebirth of Huaijing

The results of the second round of the competition came out soon. Before that, due to media hype, Zhou Huaijing's image was not really positive. Basically, the discussion was all about appearance.So a group of kneeling and licking parties appeared on the Internet, and a group of bombarding parties that were completely opposite to it, exposed his extraordinary family background, so he squeezed out the competition quota for no reason. The Yan Zhi Party couldn't resist the opponent's firepower immediately, and a group of people "betrayed" in an instant.But the mediator is more interesting, rising to the national righteousness, Zhou Huaijing is "participating in the war for the country" anyway, and there should be no internal strife at this time.

In recent years, this kind of situation of finding a sense of identity on the Internet is not uncommon. Each side is in a camp, and the two sides often cannot convince the other. After all, the evidence is often not in the hands of any one party. Doesn't necessarily work.

The people who eat melons are still eating melons, and those who are torturing are still tormenting. After a long time, they slowly turn off the fire, put down their phones, and continue to do what they should do.

The video of the two rounds of live competition was finally announced to the outside world. Since it was only a sample of the organizer’s recording, the camera was simply aimed at the players’ figures from top to bottom. The hands could be seen clearly, but the faces could not be seen clearly. The movements of the back of the head and playing the piano were photographed.

These videos were not intended to be leaked, but the major TV stations and newspapers were targeting Phil, and the organizers did not have any internal regulations that firmly prohibited the release of the videos. In addition, the investors this time saw the commercial interests in them and wanted to Taking advantage of the opportunity to hype, the video of the first two rounds of the final ten contestants was selected and sent to the cooperative magazine.

The draft of the music publication "Player" in Country M is ready, and a column is ready to introduce the progress of the competition. Of course, Phil will be the focus. Even the cover figure of the publication has been selected, so Phil The moment when he looked up and smiled brightly at the camera while playing the piano, after post-processing, that exquisite face is definitely a big selling point.

"Player" is determined to spread elegant art to the masses, so it is not obscure, but there are still some compelling styles. It has been good in the past few years, but competitors have emerged in recent years.The gossip magazine "Portrait" next door often seizes their market in the name of character introduction. "Player" will introduce the works and experience of a certain musician, and the music special edition of "Portrait" not only introduces works and experiences, but also fabricates facts, and people just like to read these things.

But this time, Phil's first-hand interview was also taken away by them, and it was time to publish the publication in a few days, but Phil refused all the interviews.

The magazine had no choice but to draft the manuscript, but when they got all the videos, something happened that completely subverted their imagination.

A boy from the East played "Skeleton Carnival" perfectly at the competition site.The first thought of all those who heard the news was - no, this is absolutely impossible.

Not to mention that the fingering requirements of "Skeleton Carnival" are almost so harsh that more than [-]% of the pianists will be rejected, and the violent emotion that burns death will exclude the remaining [-]%. Those who can play, the level needs to be discussed separately, what is certain is that the age is at least up to the top, and those who dare to perform live repertoire can even be counted with their fingers.

And now, an oriental man, still a half-grown child, played "Skeleton Carnival" in a competition for young players?

All of them couldn't believe it, but they were speechless at the moment they saw the video.

The black-haired teenager sat in front of the piano, leaving the audience with a back of his head, and his hair was neatly combed back.With the sound of the first skeleton knocking on the night, the boy's fingers called them to crawl out from the ground. His fingers became faster and faster, and there were more and more skeletons. Finally, the fingers on the black and white keys turned into terrifying afterimages. To the point where the naked eye can no longer keep up with the jumping speed of the fingertips, so fast that death has already won the victory, ruling the moonlight over the thorns and thorns.

From the angle of the video, the young man's face and his veined hands could not be seen clearly, but when the crystal sweat splashed from the tips of his hair, and the sound of the piano laughing wildly from skeletons came, no one could ignore the young man's tsunami It seemed that every time his fingers tapped on the keys, his life was overdrawn in it.

No one can escape the death temptation of the skeleton, and no one can escape the capture of a young man whispering like a drum in his ear.

Whether you want to admit it or not, at this moment, everyone sighs from the bottom of their hearts, this is "Skeleton Carnival", a feast of souls from hell that abandons the body, so hearty and deceptive.

When the sound of the piano stopped and his figure disappeared from the stage, people felt a bit of reluctance in their hearts, longing for the continuation of this gluttonous night feast, but unfortunately dawn came, and the skeletons returned to the ground, and the god of death who commanded thousands of troops finally died. will leave.

The emptiness of the stage makes people feel lost, and it makes people ask even more questions - who is he?

The coffee in the hand of the editor-in-chief of "Player" was already slightly cold, and his trembling fingers caused the dark brown mandheling to splash on the brown high-end leather shoes.

Someone asked the question in the hearts of the people present: "Who is he?"

The editor-in-chief took a sip of full-bodied coffee, without sugar or milk, bitter and astringent, but exceptionally rich and refreshing. The disordered heartbeat did not calm down at all, but beat faster like a drum.He immediately put down the coffee and instructed: "Find out relevant information about him, including his name, nationality, and achievements. It is best to find out his family background and piano teacher."

As soon as the words came out, everyone received orders to leave, and he added: "Also, go get a frontal photo."

"What are you going to do?"

"Let the stupid "Portrait" report on Phil, this time we will seize the opportunity." The editor-in-chief vowed.

The video was posted online on New Year's Eve.

The media paid the most attention to Phil's performance, and when they saw the video, they felt that they had lived up to expectations.With his blond hair, emerald eyes, and sunny yet elegant smile, he deserves to be the second heir to the famously handsome Miller family.When he played the piano, the city of God opened to him, and the soft holy light seemed to shroud it, like an angel falling into the world.

But this is far from over.The two videos that followed were almost like lightning splitting the night.Whether it's the moonlight on Lake Lucerne or the carnival of skeletons, they all flooded into people's sights without warning. The sound of the piano was like a startling dream, instantly sweeping across the entire European continent, and then turned into a hurricane. The coastline of Europe rolled across the Atlantic Ocean, and then across the Pacific Ocean, and exploded in the sky above the sky with a more majestic momentum.

As soon as the results of the competition came out, someone was slapped in the face.The Rational Party is not happy to take sides, but face-slapping is fun no matter which side it is.Some people were called "insiders" before, accusing Zhou Huaijing of going directly to the finals, and the words were fierce.Now let the real name of the big V explain the reason. Zhou Huaijing’s teacher has a special recommendation quota. This is completely in accordance with the rules, and it is often used for the recommendation of special talents. What’s more special is that this quota is directly given to Lin Zhi by the organizer. Included in the quota of 8 participating countries, it is earned for nothing.

In an instant, the Internet was lively again, and the sky was full of ridicule. The sour smell that was so sour that it was about to overflow from the screen before had to be scolded and shrink back.

When the video was sent back to the domestic website by some over the wall or by overseas students, Zhou Huaijing's demonic playing speed almost instantly overwhelmed a group of people who had bombarded him before.

Regardless of whether they were kneeling, licking, accusing, or watching a show before, all of them turned into one thought-how many years of single hand speed must this be?I can barely see my fingers.

——Damn it!It looks like I don't have a girlfriend!

- male god!Male god, you are so fast that you want to be lonely, did you make it?

——The same single and degraded people, why should they hurt each other?I will never scold you again!

——Zhou Zhou has a girlfriend and I live broadcast Eat Xiang, a hundred catties.Like me so more people can see it.

For some reason, the battlefield full of gunpowder had inexplicably turned into a peaceful joke field, and the occasional sour comments were quickly drowned out.

Zhou Huaijing didn't know that he suddenly became popular. He didn't surf the Internet, and he didn't like to read magazines. On New Year's Eve, he saw Lu Yi flipping through a magazine in his hand, and slowly stroking the pages with his fingers.

Zhou Huaijing leaned over and saw his own face, which seemed to be photographed outside the arena during the second round.At this time, Lu Yi caressed his cheek in the photo in a daze.Zhou Huaijing suddenly turned his face to the magazine complacently, and said to Lu Yi, "Second Uncle, you can touch me. I'm real."

The cheerful tone of a puppy was short of wagging its long tail at Lu Yi.

Lu Yi couldn't laugh or cry, pulled the magazine out from under his head, threw it aside, held his face and stroked it: "Second Uncle, let's see which face is smoother."

The soft and silky skin spread to the fingertips, Zhou Huaijing was raised a little baby fat, her face was softer than before, and her face was so rosy that it was too moist in her childhood.

Lu Yan bit his cheek and gnawed.

Zhou Huaijing snorted softly, "Oh, it hurts."

Lu Yi didn't want to hurt him, so he kissed his face and left, but Zhou Huaijing grabbed the collar and pulled him down: "Second Uncle, I'm not afraid of pain, you can use more force."

Lu Yi tapped his forehead with his fingers, and smiled when he covered his forehead: "Today's New Year's Eve, Second Uncle will cook first."

Zhou Huaijing stopped making trouble, and asked Lu Yi for a mobile phone to make an ocean call to Zhou's family.Zhou Huaijing didn't go out either, just sat in the clean and simple kitchen of the hotel and watched Lu Yi cook while talking to his family.

Zhou's family congratulated him for entering the final and asked him to work hard, and the phone finally reached Zhou Huaixiu's hands.

Zhou Huaixiu learned the lesson from last time, and asked cautiously, "Huaijing, what are you doing now?"

Zhou Huaijing watched Lu Yi peel a head of garlic, and shouted, "Second Uncle, I don't want garlic." Then he said to Zhou Huaixiu, "I'm watching Second Uncle cook."

Zhou Huaixiu barely imagined Lu Yi wearing an apron and holding a kitchen knife. His eyes were very hot, so he changed the subject and said, "Well, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Zhou Huaijing fluently repeated what he said several times today.

Wearing a blue apron, Lu Yi turned his head and smiled and said, "Honey, please say Happy New Year to my brother-in-law."

"Oh." Zhou Huaijing acted obediently as the mouthpiece, "Brother, second uncle said to wish my brother-in-law a happy new year."

Zhou Huaixiu: ...With this sentence, I feel that I will not be happy for a whole year.

Zhou Huaixiu chatted with Zhou Huaijing for a while and then hung up. Zhou Huaijing walked over, lifted up the apron, and fumbled for the trouser pocket. Stir.

He couldn't help sighing into his trouser pocket: "It's really too small, and it's tight with my hands."

Lu Yi cut off a cucumber on the chopping board.