Chapter 825: Deserved

Chapter 825 deserves its name
As if his Qiaoer [Chun Yu] was played for him alone.
The first section of the pipa solo [Chun Yu] is motivated by a relaxed and pleasant tune. It presents the freshness, smoothness and beauty of the musical melody through the use of changes in the area, adding flowers, and deviating the tune. In the beautiful green fields of Jiangnan...
"Listen well."
A rustling sound of admiration came from behind Fu Nanli.
"Shut up, listen carefully, don't disturb her." the voice of another boy.
Then came the second section, which seemed to drizzle suddenly, and people couldn't help but be mobilized.
Her is as flexible as a snake, full of emotions, and everyone present is attracted to her.
Standing on the side curtain of the stage, Zhuang Yan looked a little dazed, and Wen Qiao surprised people every time.
The expressiveness of the third piece of music is the climax of the first pipa performance. The theme of the music is like the sea, accompanied by the double-stringed melody of the thumb, which makes the music more affectionate.
This song [春雨] is almost as difficult to play as [Shi Fai Ambush] [Overlord Unloading Armor]. When the song ends, the concert hall is quiet.
The judges in the first row were the first to come back and start applauding.
Fu Nanli leaned on the back of the chair, clapped his hands gently.
Wen Qiao stood up and saw Fu Nanli sitting in the third row at a glance. She smiled, then gently touched the pipa, set it aside, then bowed, and thunderous applause broke out in the concert hall.
The boys behind Fu Nanli almost embraced each other and wept: "Goddess, don't stop me from anyone, I want to offer flowers to my goddess."
"I want to offer too."
"I wipe it, you are all carrying my order?"
"I bought one and kept it secretly in my pocket."
"me too……"
"Me too..."
"Traitors, you are all traitors."
Fu Chuan approached and whispered: "Your flowers are ready, Qin Bei is waiting in the background holding the flowers."
Fu Nanli's index finger covered his lips: "Don't speak, the judges are reviewing."
Fu Chuan raised his eyebrows. On the surface, some people looked calm and steady, but their hearts were already overwhelmed, right?
I haven't seen a lot of people so nervous, but it's just an ordinary music competition.
Wen Qiao stepped off the stage and passed by Zhuang Yan. Zhuang Yan smiled at her: "Congratulations."
Wen Qiao paused: "Congratulations to me?"
"You deserve the championship."
Wen Qiao smiled: "Your brilliant waltz is also well played."
The stage lights hugged her tenderly, Zhuang Yan looked a little ecstatic. He and her were side by side at the highest point. There was an inexplicable emotion in his heart. This emotion seemed to surpass the love of men and women, and was out of appreciation for Wen Qiao. And admiration.
When they complimented each other on the side screen, Xu Lu could only watch the live broadcast on her mobile phone in her residence.
Of course she wouldn't go to the scene. Wen Qiao entered the top eight, maybe he would get the third or second place. She couldn't accept the appearance of Wen Qiao shining on the stage.
After a long wait, the results came out on the spot, and the audience quietly waited for the assessment teacher's score.
These review teachers are professors and deans of major music schools, as well as the top musicians in the fields of folk music and western music.
After half an hour, the staff arranged for the top eight players to take the stage.
Among the first eight, there are three of the central accents.
Wen Qiao, Zhuang Yan, Lin Xiang.
It shows that the top music academies are truly outstanding.
(End of this chapter)