Three Hundred and Seven. Princess Tranquility

The tune became lower in the second part, but it didn't drop down all at once, but there was a trend in the first part, and similarly, this trend was continued in the second part.

At the beginning of the third part, the tune suddenly became very slow and soft, and finally stopped directly. It was as if the sky suddenly changed from dusk to night.

Liu Manman clenched her hands tightly, does this song end here?

of course not.

After three seconds of silence, Xia Yu's fingers moved again, and a brisk melody appeared again.

Yes, it's "again".

Liu Manman's eyes widened. She realized what she had missed before, and it was such a melody.

This melody appears many times in the prelude, in the first part and in the second part, but the concealment of its appearance, only a small section of it appears each time, and it is fully revealed at this time.

The brisk melody keeps repeating.

Smoothing her frowning brows, Liu Manman continued to watch the images that appeared in her mind.

Under the brisk melody, the night seems to suddenly become clear.

No, it's not clear, this melody has long been involved.

This melody seems to be hidden in the picture... a small flower.

During the day, behind the sun, grass, and butterflies, the flower is swaying. At dusk, when the butterflies disappear, the sun fades, the grass is quiet, and the flower becomes a little more obvious.

And in the third part, at night, the sunlight also disappears, the bushes are completely asleep, and the picture enters the darkness. The camera that was originally looking at the whole grassland suddenly zooms in and is in front of the flower.

Only then did the audience realize that the flower, the flower quietly growing in the corner, is so clean and pure.

In their minds, recalled the day, dusk, and recalled the swaying of flowers.

Instead of infinite repetition, the melody becomes scattered again, hidden behind the emerging beats.

It's daylight.

stop palms,

Xia Yu stood up.

There was warm applause from the audience.

The judges on the stage were discussing excitedly.

The host came to the stage, and she began to introduce other competitions before playing.

This method of playing first and then speaking is of great benefit to good pieces. After listening to good pieces, people will be more curious about the things about the pieces and the things about the performers and composers, but after listening to bad pieces, the audience will also be more curious. Will completely lose interest in understanding.

Xia Yu's song was undoubtedly the former.

The host glanced at the card in his hand: "Thank you Mr. Xia Yu for bringing us a wonderful performance. The name of this piece is Princess Tranquility. It's a very beautiful piece. The composer and performer are Mr. Xia Yu alone... ..."

As he spoke, the host wondered why he hadn't heard of this Xia Yu himself. Is there such a person in the Conservatory of Music?

He briefly said the information that Xia Yu had filled in before, and handed the microphone to the judges and teachers.

The judges peeked at each other. They could say something about the shortcomings of the previous song and give some suggestions, but they couldn't do this song!

Moreover, this link has been decided to be the link where the judges give suggestions, and they can't skip it if they want to tout it.

They are all well-known composers and performers. They never thought that this arrangement would encounter such an embarrassing situation.

They were going to get away with it, but the host was so enthusiastic that he kept asking them to comment.

After a few perfunctory words, the judges immediately asked Xia Yu to step off the stage.

At this time, because of their fixed mindset and inner embarrassment, the judges hadn't recognized Xia Yu yet.

The same is true for a group of players in the audience.

Looking at Xia Yu who returned to his seat and sat down, Lao Zheng and Lao Gang held each other's hands, a little confused.

What Xia Yu did at this time can be compared with a scene.

On Huashan Mountain, Lao Zheng and Lao Gang, as well as a group of martial arts figures, gathered in Huashan Mountain to compete for fame and fortune. Lao Zheng relied on the Nine Yin Scriptures and Lao Gang relied on the Nine Yang Magic Skills to defeat a group of martial arts figures, standing on the top of Huashan Mountain, and began the final confrontation.

Jiuyin has many changes, and Jiuyang is majestic. The two are on par, and they are fighting happily.

At this moment, there was an explosion from the sky, and Xia Yu stepped on the flying sword and came over their heads.

Then, Xia Yu made another trick of turning all swords into one, cutting off the top of Mount Hua.

Lao Zheng and Lao Gang lost their minds on the spot.

We are competing in martial arts, this is a world of martial arts! Why do you belong to Yujian Flying and Wanjian Chaozong? Your world level is wrong!

You, a sword fairy in the world of xianxia, ​​come to our world of wuxia and fight for the number one in the world with ordinary people like us!

Their hearts are bitter, but they can't say anything.

Although Xia Yu is a sword fairy, he is also from this world. Why doesn't the number one in the world not let others participate?

They grabbed each other's hands, couldn't help but exert their strength, and looked at each other with sadness on their faces.

Compared to them, the emotions of the rest of the players were a little more stable.

One player poked the other player: "Didn't you say that there is no suspense in this kind of game, and it is impossible to kill a dark horse?"

"Hey, why are you wronging someone? When did I say such a thing!" The other party refused to admit it.

Not paying attention to the bickering between the two, Xia Yu looked at Lao Zheng who was walking to the stage.

After Lao Zheng started playing, he felt relieved.

Hearing how powerful these people were playing just now, I thought that Lao Zheng would play such a good tune, but the result is that the level of LV3 music creation is two grades behind his LV5 music.

After listening to Xia Yu's performance, the audience no longer had any interest in this kind of music. When it came to the judges' session, the judges also took out the resentment they had received from Xia Yu and spoke harshly about Old Zheng.

Old Zheng came down disheveled, and the contestants who went up behind did not fare well.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the game was over, and the host came to the stage to make a summary. After the summary, there was the ranking, and then the meeting could end.

After the meeting was over, it was time for Xia Yu to get down to business.

Lao Zheng and Lao Gang had recovered their emotions at this time. They sat next to Xia Yu on one left and one on the right, and asked Xia Yu, "Brother, which class are you in? Tell us more when you have time."

"Class three." Xia Yu replied.

"Freshman Piano Class Three, I'll write it down."

"No." Xia Yu was just about to explain when the host had already read the ranking of the competition.

The host looked at the card in his hand: "There is no suspense for the first place, it's Class 3, District Wen..."

Halfway through speaking, the host was stunned.

Does their Conservatory of Music have district language classes? Isn’t District Wen the abbreviation of Yiqu Literature, the modern title of Guowen?

So he skipped the class and said Xia Yu directly.

At this time, the contestant who had doubts before heard the word Ou Wen, and had a frightening guess in his heart.

He asked Xiang Xia Yu, "Which department are you from?"

"What department?" The friends around thought he was crazy. This is a composition and performance competition, how could there be other departments?