Rebirth of Huaijing

When Duan Xiaofu left, her face was pale, as if there was a ghost chasing her behind her, and she didn't even notice that Duan's mother was sitting in the corridor of the hospital.Duan's mother didn't call her out, watched her leaving back, and turned back to the ward after a while.

Duan Linxia leaned out half of her body from the hospital bed, and reached for the bag that Duan's mother put on the chair with one hand.

"Xia Xia, don't move around. Your hands are hurt and you are restless." Duan's mother hurried over, took her daughter's hand away, picked up the bag and said, "What do you want? Mom will help you get it."

"It's just a small injury, it's nothing." Duan Linxia smiled faintly: "Mom, I want to watch the live broadcast, can you help me get the remote control, okay?"

Duan's mother felt a pain in her heart: "It's all your mother's fault that caused you to become like this..." In the ward before, Duan Linxia asked her to lie to Duan Xiaofu that she would not be able to play the piano in the future. I can't believe it at all.

Duan's mother's scholarly family has never experienced too many intrigues. After graduating from university, she married Duan's father, who was already a small success before entering the society. With art as a companion, his mind is not even as good as Duan Linxia's.In the past, she only knew to educate her daughter to be kind, to be lenient, and to help others. She didn't regret it until her daughter was injured.She only told her daughter to be a good person and never use improper means to get what she wanted, but she forgot to tell her daughter that the harm in this world cannot be avoided by standing straight.

She is not a fool. After that happened, after a little thought, she knew that Duan Xiaofu had done something wrong.This method is not clever, and there is no defense, just because it was unexpected.Not to mention how much blood my brother-in-law and husband have sucked on their family, but just talking about Duan Xiaofu, the niece, they helped her get through the relationship, and she was called Xia Xia Duorang sister when she saw something good on weekdays. The set of clothes that came to country M was bought by them.Even a stranger could harm Xia Xia, how could Duan Xiaofu do it?

The daughter is the biggest minefield for Duan's mother. When Duan Xiaofu stepped in, the anger in Duan's mother almost made her lose her mind. How much she loves to pamper her niece who is as coquettish and considerate as a little daughter. Now there is How disgusting and disgusting, wishing to tear off that hypocritical face.

Duan Linxia knew that her mother was feeling uncomfortable, and said in relief: "Mom, I am just worried that you will be deceived by her. My hands are fine. If I miss this game, there will be another time." Mother ignores the secular world, and Duan Linxia accepted it from an early age. My father's education is to protect my mother well, and always put my mother first, and myself second.

The one who was injured was obviously her daughter, but she was the one who was comforted. Duan's mother couldn't help but shed tears, fearing that Duan Linxia would feel sentimental, so she quickly lowered her head and took the remote control next to her bag.Duan Linxia's hand was tightly wrapped, but the main cause was skin trauma. After a period of recuperation, playing the piano will not be hindered, but the back of the left hand was burned by the hot stone plate and hot oil, leaving scars is inevitable .Thinking of how much Xia Xia was looking forward to this game during this time, Duan's mother's eyes darkened, she looked away from her hands distressedly, turned on the TV with a forced smile, and tuned to the scene of the game.

It was also a coincidence that when the program was tuned to, the host happened to be explaining that she had retired due to illness, and Phil was the next person to appear on the screen.It was too late for the scene to be lost, but it was pushed to another peak of excitement by Phil's presence.

Duan Linxia lowered her eyes, and a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes. The wrapped hand hurt far more than the moment when it was scalded and injured. From the hand to the heart, the pain was unprecedented.

Phil's style of playing the piano is still the same, even in such a major competition, he does not change his pilgrim's heart.The name of his competition piece is "Holy Bell". When his fingers touch the keys, the music flowing out from his fingertips is not as peaceful as the name of the piece, but as strong and cold as steel.

Who said that when God looks down on the world, he must be merciful and forgiving?Those who are full of sins do not have the light that God loves. They are hypocritical, indifferent, selfish, jealous, and treat others cruelly under the banner of being forced or teachers of justice. Faintly splashed with endless filthy black ink.

Then the judge came, the holy bell rang, the footsteps that walked slowly into the world were the reminders of the evil, and the continuous ringing of the bell was the death knell of judgment.

Phil's gaze was as firm as a rock, and the reflected light was like a sharp sword in his pupils, piercing straight into people's hearts.

When the last rest was drawn and the music stopped, Phil sent the villain to the guillotine with a sharp knife, and suddenly stood up from behind the piano, with a twitching excited smile tearing out of the corner of his mouth.

The camera took a close-up of him. The young and handsome nobleman's eyes were astonishingly bright and full of vitality, as if he were unsheathed black iron sword that could not be broken no matter what.

Crazy applause surged off the stage. This hearty massacre can make people spit out a bad breath. Human beings have always expected that the good will go to heaven and the evil will go to hell, but the reality is often disappointing.Art is self-contained, and it is ambiguous with reality. It always pursues the truth, beauty and goodness, cleanses the soul, and fulfills people's expectations.

"Phil is a faithful believer. Even God loves to hear the sound of his piano. No one can be more devout than him."

"He is another musical saint after Bahrain."

"Phil has completed an important and status-setting work in his music career. I can't imagine who else can be compared to him today. Of course, maybe we should look forward to next week's performance."

"I have to say, maybe I shouldn't be too optimistic. Phil used to be unable to get rid of the shadow of Chalmers, but in today's work, I can hear Zhou's carnival of skeletons... This is not a good sign."

"The next contestant is Zhou, haha, I guess the organizing committee must have played tricks and arranged the two of them at the end, otherwise who would be in the mood to play the piano?"

"Phil's performance is too impressive, I don't know if Zhou can withstand the pressure."

The camera did not follow to the backcourt. Before Zhou Huaijing went on stage, Lu Yi helped him loosen his tie, and then wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

"Go, Second Uncle is watching you on the second floor." Lu Yan pinched his ear.

Zhou Huaijing nodded solemnly, and said: "Second Uncle, please listen carefully to the song I made for you."

The corners of Lu Yi's mouth froze, and he gave him a nasty look, showing his white teeth and smiling brightly: "I will listen to you to the end." So that you can experience what the second uncle and the bathtub and you are...

The dimples on Zhou Huaijing's cheeks sank inward, her smile was soft and cute, and she obediently went to the stage.

After Zhou Huaijing came to the stage, he stood on the stage for a while, seemingly unable to notice the restless voices waiting for him to move for a long time.

Was he intimidated by Phil's performance?

Speculation and doubts filled the audience and in front of the TV. Even the people who had worked so hard to overcome the wall couldn't help but sweat for him. Even the Zhou family members who were sitting in front of the computer watching the live broadcast were confused and nervous.

Only Elder Lin raised his head slightly and saw a figure appearing by the window of a VIP room on the second floor, waving at the people on the stage from a distance, and his face turned dark immediately.Looking at Chalmers who was sitting next to him to make a relationship, Mr. Lin was even more in a bad mood. He didn't show a good face to this stinky old man who tried to poach the wall, and stared stiffly at the people on the stage.

As soon as Zhou Huaijing saw Lu Yi appearing at the window, he finally turned around and sat down in front of the piano.He wanted Lu Yi to hear his enthusiasm from the beginning to the end.

There was a deathly silence.No one spoke, even breathing was involuntarily lightened.

After Phil's performance, everyone's emotions were stretched to the extreme, and their expectations for Zhou Huaijing reached another level. If his performance is worse than Phil's, even if he is still excellent, he will be trampled into the mud ——How much you were praised before, how badly you will fall when you fail.

The camera is facing the boy's face. This typical oriental facial features are not deep, but it has a unique charm. It is not thrilling, but a long stream of water. The brows are cool and graceful, which makes people look sideways, and sincerely gives birth to the idea of ​​"good-looking" , Think carefully and don't know why.Probably only soaking in the spring of music can give birth to such a clear and proud arrogance.

In a short moment, Zhou Huaijing's thoughts somehow drifted to the previous life, and it occurred to him that he loved the piano far more than he loved his parents, and that he loved Lu Yi far more than he loved the piano.

With such an inhuman temperament, he should have been destined to be alone all his life, but he met Lu Yi.About two people who are lonely stars cuddle up to each other, and they can get half an inch of warmth in winter.

The camera moved and turned to Zhou Huaijing's fingers.

Those hands were clean and slender, and they were well pampered, so they were able to be on the black and white keys like this, so touching that people would have the idea of ​​kissing them.

Ding dong.Like water falling into a spring, drop by drop, it forms a continuous piece.

The fingers tapping on the keys just melodiously and gently melodiously soft tunes.Calm and peaceful, seeping into the soul, as if riding a small boat, sleeping leisurely in the water.

However, the calm did not lead to another longer calm, but gradually, like water droplets gathering into a spring, flowing into a stream, rushing into a river, and gradually seeing its turbulent momentum.

Just now, the lover's fingers playing the piano gradually accelerated, and even the camera couldn't keep up with the ever-changing fingers. Seeing them connect into a phantom, the speed was dazzling.

The sound of the zither became more and more urgent, one wave after another, the hot flames descended from the sky, one after another threw them on the person, unable to resist and unable to breathe.

Zhou Huaijing closed his eyes, his face was as cold and hard as a sculpture, as if he was being tested by a raging fire, painful and joyful.

The audience held their breath. At this moment, their consciousness was swept away by clusters of flames, and their breath was also robbed. They could only occasionally feel nervous and cramped as if they were strangled by the throat of life, in exchange for complete Not enough to provide the little fresh air that life needs.

But not enough, far from enough.

Is there more than air that the man wants to take from them?It was all he wanted - to strangle them, to control their breathing, to strip them of their will, to make them thankful and happy again.

The raging fire gathered together hotly, forming a turbulent flame that filled the sky, rolling in, and there were short and powerful sounds, like the raging flames that were summoned and thrown from the sky, the hands that controlled the flames flew like flying , directing the huge fire enthusiastically, clasping the throat of fate more and more tightly.

The alternate playing of the left and right hands made the slender, white and thin fingers entangled with terrible blue veins, but they quietly tore open the cracks in space, so that this endless flame burning was not blocked by time and space, and it started a wildfire unscrupulously.

too fast!

He is so fast!

All those who try to see gestures through the screen are defeated by their own eyes. The wild player perfectly combines his fingers, arms and wrists, and every performance transmits power into the thick piano sound. The precise tremolo is overwhelming.

It was truly a treat, with perfect tone and dynamics, yet so painfully breathless.

boom!

A sudden sound like thunder pushed the sound of the piano to a climax.

In the next second, like a feather fluttering down from mid-air, the sound of the zither dimly seemed to be out of reality, to regenerate a new life after a raging fire.

The noble and elegant dance music spins a gorgeous waltz, and in the ultimate peace and joy of return, it gradually drifts away as the curtain falls.

There was silence in the concert hall, until Zhou Huaijing stood up from the chair, and because of lack of strength, accidentally pressed the keys of the piano, and then urged the people back from the sound of the piano.

Zhou Huaijing's complexion was pale, her cheeks were flushed strangely, and her thick black eyelashes trembled to cover up the emotion in her eyes.

The concert hall received the loudest applause today, which seemed to overturn the zenith with applause.

He's showing off!This gorgeous and poetic piano sound convincingly interprets the tranquility of human birth, the ups and downs of growth, and the silence of death!

This is comparable to the masterpiece "Skull Carnival", with more romantic and dazzling notes than the skeleton, and has a pivotal and unparalleled status in the music industry.

There is no doubt that this young man will become the king of piano in this era.

Zhou Huaijing greeted the applause, raised her head slightly, and met Lu Yan's gaze.

The two looked at each other for a long time, both smiled slightly, and a tacit understanding emerged spontaneously.