After the princess dressed as a school scum, she became a heartthrob

Chapter 33
Old Master Qin took two steps in the direction of the guzheng sound, and saw hundreds of people surrounded by three floors in front and three floors outside.

Some curiously looked at the woman behind him, "What are you doing here?"

"It seems that because of the weekend, a brand party is doing activities here." After the woman finished speaking, she was about to help Mr. Qin to leave.

However, Mr. Qin patted the woman's hand and walked towards the crowd.

The woman had no choice but to follow.

As the two got closer, the sound of the guzheng became clearer and clearer.

It's strange, although the whole shopping mall is very noisy, but this area is extremely quiet.

Everyone's eyes focused on the stage, watching in a daze. Some people's mobile phones in their hands had tilted their focus, but they didn't notice it.

Mr. Qin stood on the outside and didn't go in.

The sound of the guzheng slowly spread to his ears through the crowd, and within a few syllables, he had already guessed that it was the tune of "Kong Hou Yin".

This piece is not easy to play. In addition to the speed, strength and strength of the broad board when playing, there is also the core tone of the minor second interval, which is derived from the characteristics of the ancient Western Region mode. The rhythm fluctuates and changes, and the melody and texture It is difficult to express the physical deficiency and reality.

But the sound that came into his ears made him have heard the song "Kong Hou Yin" countless times in most of his life, but he still felt a little shocked at this moment.

It's not how superb the skill of the player is, but after listening for a while, it can be seen that the player seems a little jerky about this piece, but her control over emotional expression is surprising.

In any form of artistic expression, the most advanced expression is not a skill, but always a certain emotion conveyed by the creator.

This kind of emotion can even make people who don't know art at all feel the joys and sorrows, and achieve a unique spiritual empathy.

This is an excellent artistic expression, a work of art.

Master Qin subconsciously closed his eyes and listened.

Without visual interference, his sense of hearing became more acute, and he felt the emotions conveyed in the zither sound more vividly.

In the 64th to 71st bars, the first variation, the zither sound becomes rough and bold, and the vast deserts of the Western Regions, the empty and remote mountains, and the hearty and cheerful talking and laughing of the people in the Western Regions seem to appear in my mind.

At the A1 section, the pitch is raised, the rhythm is widened, the high-strength dynamics reappear, and the zither sound becomes enthusiastic and unrestrained.

After entering the end of the music, under the regular strumming, the zither sound becomes full of vitality. Under the combined effect of speed and strength, the music reaches a climax and finally ends.

The 8-minute performance was finally over. Si Jinyan didn't seem to care about the audio-visual enjoyment he brought to the audience. He moved his chair back, stood up slowly, and walked towards the back of the stage.

"The winner or loser has not yet been decided. I wonder where this gentleman is going?"

Si Jinyan's words finally brought everyone back to their senses, and they all looked at the middle-aged man who wanted to sneak away.

The middle-aged man was watched by so many people, and he became angry from embarrassment: "Win or lose, I didn't promise you any competition!"

After finishing speaking, I will leave.

Before Si Jinyan could stop him, the organizers had already blocked the middle-aged man.

"Sir, we have already agreed, and there are so many witnesses, isn't it a little unreasonable for you to leave like this?" The staff smiled gently, but the gesture of blocking the man was not so polite.

"You! Go away, I have something else to do, I don't have time to mess around with you guys here!" The middle-aged man couldn't hold back his face when he heard the discussion from below, and he was about to push the staff in front of him after he finished speaking.

The staff also turned cold when they saw this, "Mr., you have been steadfast from the beginning to the end. Now that the victory or defeat of the game has not yet been decided, you are leaving. It is too disrespectful to the audience and yourself. Take it seriously."

The man looked at the staff in front of him, his eyes rolled suddenly, and he thought in his heart, anyway, there is no guzheng professional here, even if someone thinks that girl won, as long as he doesn't admit it, then he is not considered a loser.

After the man made up his mind, he changed his face and followed the staff to the stage.

At this time, the staff wanted to use audience voting to decide who would win and who would win, so they took the microphone and asked everyone to raise their hands.

If you think the man plays better, raise your hand first.

The staff asked the subordinates to roughly record the number of people who raised their hands, and then asked those who thought Si Jinyan played better to raise their hands.

The disparity between the two sides is clear at a glance.

The host looked at the middle-aged man, smiled and said, "Sir, can you approve of this result?"

The middle-aged man snatched the microphone from the host and said loudly, "I don't agree!"

"You are not professionals, and you are not qualified to judge who wins or loses between me and her!"

The audience below were upset, pointing at the middle-aged man and yelling at him for being dishonest and not a man.

Middle-aged men don't take them seriously at all. As long as they beat themselves to death and refuse to admit the result, then they can't force themselves to admit their mistakes to those stinky girls!

crowd periphery.

Seeing the changes on the stage, Mr. Qin couldn't help asking the person next to him, "Little brother, what's going on on stage?"

The boy next to him was probably a high school student, and looked immature. Seeing that the old man was dressed in a Tang suit and had an amiable face, he told him what happened earlier.

"You mean, now that gentleman has lost, but refuses to admit it?"

"That's right. Although I don't know Guzheng, there is a big difference between the two playing the zither. The middle-aged man played it so well that I thought it was pretty good, but I didn't feel anything else. But when the girl played it well, My whole body seems to feel the weight of the desert, camels and unique history, and I am shocked. Doesn’t that explain anything?” the boy said.

Mr. Qin nodded with a smile on his face, without making any comments, he only asked, "I wonder if you have a video of the previous one playing?"

The boy hurriedly took out his mobile phone and turned on the video for Mr. Qin to watch.

The woman beside Mr. Qin also came over.

But in the first paragraph, the two looked at each other and knew the answer.

But for the sake of fairness, Mr. Qin insisted on watching most of the performance.

At this time, there was still a stalemate on the stage.

The host couldn't come up with a solution, the middle-aged man didn't keep his word, and Si Jinyan didn't expect that someone would be so disregarding face in public.

Even if he is a man, she can indulge her a little bit, but she also has a little impatience for acting like this.

It's just that the smile on his face is still hanging as always.

"Do you think you have won?" Si Jinyan walked up to the man and asked with a careless look.

The noble aura is even worse.

The middle-aged man looked at her, and suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart.

For some reason, although the girl in front of him was smiling, he felt that she looked a little scary.

Subconsciously took a step back.

The voice stammered a little, "I, I didn't say I won, I just think these people are not qualified to judge who won."

"In this case, then I'll convince you. It's the first time I played the song just now, so it's a bit unfamiliar. From now on, I won't care about your face." Si Jinyan said with a smile, and then resumed Sit back on the zither bench.

(End of this chapter)