The real lady of rebirth

Chapter 122

After the performance, he stood up and bowed, the audience immediately burst into applause, and several judges nodded in appreciation.

Su Qiao stepped down, walked to Mo Qinghuan and said, "It's your turn, perform as much as you want, don't care about the result."

Mo Qinghuan nodded and said, "You are lucky to give me the opportunity, and I will definitely not let you down."

Stepping onto the stage, Mo Qinghuan ignored the whispered discussions from below, and sat down in front of the piano with both hands on the keys. Mo Qinghuan's relaxed expression suddenly changed, and his eyes showed an unyielding tenacity.

A Chopin etude Op25 No11 "Winter Wind" immediately brought the relaxed atmosphere created by Su Qiao into the tense and tight rhythm. She did not choose the repertoire stipulated in the competition, but played as she wanted, and her fingering and rhythm were impeccable. Not only did she not choose the prescribed repertoire, she also integrated her own thoughts and emotions into the repertoire, completely breaking away from the rigor of the competition.

The faces of the judges in the audience changed slightly. Points will be deducted for such random changes to the tune. How can anyone compete like this?
The song "Winter Wind" was played by her full of sadness and violence, but also full of resentment and passion. The audience in the audience were shocked. Not only did they not find it abrupt, but they were completely infected by her music, and their hearts were also infected. pathos.

Before the shock was over, the tune suddenly changed and dropped slowly, and it turned into Mozart's Piano Concerto in C Major K.545. It is joyful, light, simple and beautiful, full of youthful vitality, and instantly brings people into a worry-free world. world.

The judges were so shocked that they couldn't speak. All the contestants didn't have such a strong appeal. If she didn't qualify for the finals, who else would?
The judges felt a pity that such a good talent was deprived of the qualification for nothing, but they were only judges and had no right to change the rules of the competition.

Mo Qinghuan played heartily on the stage. Failure, frustration, jealousy, betrayal, and defeat, she infiltrated all the experiences of her previous life into the music. Her joys, sorrows, sorrows, and short life ended like this. Not reconciled, so start all over again!
Grief, injustice, surprise, blow, unyielding, there is nothing to be afraid of, and there is no need to be ashamed. The possibilities of human beings are unlimited, whether miserable or cowardly, she has found something more important than dignity, so she To live!
The music finally stopped under a burst of soothing and soft notes.

After a long time, no one came back to their senses. The audience was silent. Mo Qinghuan was sweating on her forehead. She bent her lips and smiled, feeling extremely refreshed after venting her emotions. She stood up and left in peace.

In an inconspicuous corner of the auditorium, Shen Yu's eyes followed Mo Qinghuan's closely. He didn't look away until she and Su Qiao disappeared.

This girl has grown up again.

He smiled proudly, got up and left quietly.

Mo Qinghuan and Su Qiao left early without waiting for the organizing committee to inform them of the result, because Su Qiao chose to abstain when making this decision, so the result was no longer important to them.

Mo Qinghuan's strength has already slapped the organizing committee hard, and no one will say that she came in through the "back door".

After a long time, Mo Qinghuan found out that only No.2 and No.3 were selected in this year's piano competition, and the throne of No.1 was actually vacant, and it was the only one that was vacant.

(End of this chapter)