Chapter 825

It was as if his Joe's Song [spring rain] was played to him alone.

The first segment of the Pipa solo [spring rain] takes the relaxed and pleasant tune as the music motivation, and presents the fresh, fluent and beautiful melody by means of changing the range, adding flowers and falling tone, so that the audience can immerse themselves in the beautiful green fields in the south of the Yangtze River

"Listen carefully."

There was a rustle of praise from Fu Nan Li.

"Shut up and listen carefully. Don't disturb her." Another boy's voice.

Then there is the second movement, the second movement seems to be drizzle suddenly bigger, people's emotions can not help being mobilized.

Her fingering is as flexible as a snake, full of emotion, and everyone present is attracted by her.

Zhuang Yan, standing in the side curtain of the stage, is a bit dull. Wenqiao is a surprise every time.

The performance 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 string melody of thumb, which makes the music more affectionate.

The difficulty of playing this song [spring rain] is similar to that of "ambush on all sides" and "the overlord takes off his armour". At the end of the song, the concert hall is quiet.

It was the first judge in the first row to come to his senses and start clapping.

Fu Nanli leaned back in his chair and clapped his hands.

Wenjo stood up and saw Fu Nanli sitting in the third row. She laughed. Then she touched the Pipa and put it aside. Then she bowed. There was thunderous applause in the concert hall.

The boys behind Fu Nanli almost hugged each other and cried: "goddess, please don't stop me. I want to offer flowers to my goddess."

"I'll give it, too."

"I wipe, you all carry me to spend?"

"I bought one and kept it in my pocket

"Me too..."

"Me too..."

"Traitors, you are all traitors."

Fu Chuan approached and said in a low voice, "your flowers are ready. Qinbei is waiting in the background with flowers in his hands."

Fu Nanli's index finger covered his lips: "don't talk, the judges are judging."

Fu Chuan picked his eyebrows. Some people seem calm and steady on the surface, but they have already gone through a lot of troubles in their hearts?

I haven't seen so much tension, but it's just an ordinary music competition.

Wenqiao stepped down from the stage and passed by Zhuang Yan. Zhuang Yan laughed at her: "congratulations."

Winjoton took a step: "Congratulations, what?"

"You deserve the championship."

Wenqiao smiles: "your brilliant Grand Waltz is also very good."

It seems that, out of tenderness and admiration for her, there is a feeling of admiration and admiration for her on the stage.

When they compliment each other in the side screen of the stage, Xu Lu can only watch the live broadcast on her mobile phone in her own residence.

Of course, she won't go to the scene. Wenqiao enters the top eight, and may win the second place and the second place. She can't accept Wenqiao's shining appearance on the stage.

After a long waiting time, the audience was quietly waiting for the evaluation teacher's score.

These judges are professors and deans of major Conservatory of music, as well as the top musicians in the field of folk music and western music.

Half an hour later, the staff arranged for the top eight players to come on stage.

Among the top eight, there are three central tones.

Wen Qiao, Zhuang Yan, Lin Xiang.

It shows that the top music schools are really powerful.