Epigenetic

On the second day, although Zhu Weixing's fever subsided and he gradually recovered, no one was sure whether he would advance to the final.

Several other seeded players entered the next round, and no one was upset.Zhang Mingming, Guo Xuelu, Cao Fu, Bao Fan, Lu Feiqi, plus two other contestants who performed exceptionally well, there are currently seven finalists, and the only point of conflict is Zhu Weixing, sent by U Arts.

His performance accident during the game was broadcast live on the local satellite TV, which naturally sparked heated discussions among some audience members and industry insiders.Judging from the interview disclosed by the competition party and the information obtained by Xuan Lang, the judges also divided their opinions on this.

One side thinks that MSI's first car accident is enough to qualify for the screening, and there is no need to consider the second playing effect at all.Even with leniency in mind, his version of "Pathetique" wasn't quite enough.It doesn't have the loudness and intensity that people like to hear and see that belongs to Beethoven's music, and it seems too restrained and restrained.

However, the other party believed that although Zhu MSI made a big mistake, his wonderful performance in the second time was enough to make up for the previous mistakes.Yes, Dong Shusheng and Zhao Bingran are the two judges again.They feel that the preciousness of the classical music scene is that each performance has its uniqueness, and each person has a unique subjective interpretation of each piece.

I wish MSI’s version of "Sorrow" is restrained and forbearing, and has not chosen to release and vent emotions until the end. On the surface, it seems to be inconsistent with Beethoven, but the progressive emotional level inside is not leaked at all. It is very advanced and tasteful. The performance even retains a unique personal style, which can resonate with many audiences.The industry is now in need of unique performers who can think in this way, rather than cookie-cutter teaching templates.

Just like that, you quarreled for a whole day, and the final list was not decided until the final.

But Zhu Weixing, who was in the hotel, had already prepared for the worst. When he planned to replay "Sorrow", he performed the performance with the heart of saying goodbye to the Golden Rhythm Award.At this moment, it was also because he decided to leave that he got out of the mentality of preparing for the battle, and was able to let Jiang Yi mess around with him.

Probably because I didn't sleep well a few days ago, or I saw that someone's mind was completely loosened. Since yesterday, Zhu Weixing has been catching up on sleep. She didn't even go to the piano room. She had breakfast and lunch in the morning and leaned against Jiang Yi in the afternoon. He fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, it was another day.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he found that the guy under him was sleeping more soundly than himself, and seemed to be quite tired.

Yes, the two of them slept together again, obviously at Jiang’s house, Xiao Zhu Weixing had to be hugged by Jiang Yi on his chest because of the bed, but in this luxurious double bed, the two of them could sleep face to face. attitude.

Zhu Weixing was a little speechless, and wanted to push him away calmly, but the facts proved that no matter how hard he tried on Jiang Yi, it was useless.

In the end, not only did it not push the person away, but it became tighter and tighter, and it was impossible to pull it out from the waist down.

Zhu Weixing was angry, staring at the person who closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, broke his sleepiness, and asked: "Aren't you hungry?" It was almost six o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Yi raised his eyelids: "Hungry..."

Zhu Weixing could tell by looking at his eyes that he asked the wrong question, and the other party's answer had no deep meaning.He was still wearing pajamas, and Jiang Yi's hand slipped into his hem easily, walking on his clean and thin back, counting his vertebrae.

Zhu Weixing twisted his waist to hide, but naturally he failed to dodge, but instead pushed the people under him more and more into flames.When the kicked thigh brushed against something, Zhu Weixing was startled suddenly, and immediately honestly dared not think about eating and wanted to run away.

Realizing that this person was pretending nothing happened, Jiang Yi was so irritable that he wanted to bite him.

He scolded in a hoarse voice: "Are you being polite? You took advantage of me once, and I don't ask Yongquan to reciprocate. Anyway, it should be rewarded, right?"

This is urging Zhu Weixing to recall that he couldn't fall asleep before spreading glutinous rice at Jiang's house, and was helped a little by Jiang Yi.In this regard, I wish MSI was ashamed.Although he didn't completely pierce the window paper that day, Jiang Yi did open a window for him with his hands, forcing the young man who had never seen the world to look at the colorful world beyond.

Zhu Weixing was embarrassed, and made an excuse and said: "I still want... to play the piano."

Jiang Yi pulled his hands out of the quilt, and touched his slender, white fingers one by one, from root to tip, repeatedly.

"You fucking think I'm blind, your competition is long gone, and you play the qin, and..." Jiang Yi gritted his teeth with hatred: "Such beautiful hands can learn such a difficult qin, but they can't learn it. Anything else?"

Zhu Weixing couldn't stand listening to his vulgar words, buried his head, and chose to play dead.

As a result, he was immediately kissed heavily with his chin pinched and his face raised.

Jiang Yi sucked his lips and tongue and accused: "I came all the way to treat your illness, and this is how I treat you when you recover? Is there anyone more ungrateful than you?"

Being kissed and scolded by him, Zhu Weixing was so divided that his mind became dizzy, and he felt in a daze that Jiang Yi's words were quite reasonable.When the two of them shared the same bed for a long time, it seemed that there was no need for him to shirk.So half pushed and half obsessively agreed, and then stumbled to study, and finally finished it in a daze.

When he woke up, Zhu Weixing was already washing his hands at the sink with a red face, so sour that he almost didn't even hold the soap.There were still people pushing over behind him to make trouble for him, he undressed shamelessly while saying that he wanted to take a bath, and asked Zhu Weixing if he could come along.

The tall, bare-chested man was covered with sweat between his brows and his chest, obviously he was excited just now, his whole body was steaming like a volcano, and when he approached, it made Zhu Weixing's head and face hot, he quickly took the towel and threw it on the man's head, Blocking his wolf-like eyes, he hastily closed the bathroom door, avoiding another crisis as if he had escaped.

After exiting, I found the phone was ringing on the bed. After picking it up, I wanted to confirm the check-out time with Teacher Xuan, but I heard the other party say in a happy and complicated tone: "Weixing, we probably won't be able to leave tomorrow."

Zhu Weixing was at a loss: "What?"

Xuan Lang: "I guessed right, Silvio is very fond of you. Among the two-on-two judges, he stood on Dong Shusheng's team, so... we can't leave for the time being."

Zhu MSI: "..."

Xuan Lang: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Zhu MSI: "No, no."

Xuan Lang: "Not sure?"

Zhu Weixing restrained the hands beside her that were still trembling quietly: "No."

Xuan Lang was satisfied: "That's good. On the last day, don't be stressed. The most important thing is to pay attention to your body and hands, and take a good rest. Is it okay?"

Seeing the culprit come out from the door proudly waving a towel, Zhu Weixing took a deep breath before calming down his unbalanced mentality: "No, yes."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yi saw that the usually good-tempered person seemed to have a worried expression.He hurriedly changed his clothes and headed out.

Jiang Yi frowned: "Why go?"

I can accept being withdrawn from the competition after changing songs, and being eliminated if the playing is broken, but if it fails in the final due to this reason, Zhu MSI really can't forgive myself, and there is this person!

Zhu Weixing was angry: "Practice!"

Jiang Yi was dissatisfied: "Stop eating?" Was he still hungry just now?

Zhu Weixing slammed the door shut: "Don't eat!"

I wish MSI no rush during the exam, I wish MSI a calm mind during the commemorative piano competition, even before the semi-finals of the Golden Rhythm Award, I wish MSI to let nature take its course, who knows that this unexpected situation will give him a rare victory in the final Negative desires, but there is no way to reason.

However, Xuan Lang was very happy to see the results. Early the next morning, when he came to pick up people to go to the game site, he joked to Zhu Weixing in a low voice: "I was worried that he would distract you when he came, but in the end, I encouraged you." The effect is very good, I specially asked him for the first two rows of tickets, you can see people when you play the piano."

Zhu Weixing actually wanted to express that it was okay for him not to see him for the time being, but his politeness and upbringing still made him glance at the person in the distance unhappily, and thanked him sullenly.

Jiang Yi, who had inexplicably gotten a lot of eye attacks from yesterday to now: "???"

No matter how many twists and turns happened beforehand, the final of Golden Law has come.

Zhu Weixing put on the white suit that Xuan Lang had prepared for her, put on a white bow tie, and pinned a light blue iris on her chest. Xuan Lang sighed inexplicably at the sight of her graceful and elegant appearance, and her feng shui and moon posture.

"MSI, the live band this time is very good. It's from the U City Symphony Orchestra. They will cooperate with you well. You can treat it as a performance and just play what you want."

After thinking about it, Xuan Lang said again: "No matter how well you perform, Zi Xun and Mr.... will be proud of you and happy for you."

Zhu Weixing smiled, and said softly before turning around: "Senior brother... thank you."

Xuan Lang was taken aback, his nose suddenly sore.When watching Zhu Weixing walk into the infield, he still put on a blessing smile.

When he went to the auditorium, he suddenly found that MSI's family members were also waiting by the stage.The other party didn't seem to have any intention of talking to Zhu Weixing, but just silently looked at his retreating back, and it was difficult to distinguish the emotions in his eyes for a while.

And he was keenly aware of Xuan Lang's gaze, and he looked back sharply for a moment, then he quickly relaxed, and with an indifferent contempt, he procrastinated to the auditorium and sat down.

Due to the reputation of the Golden Rhythm Awards, the tickets for the finals were sold out half a month ago.Although no formal attire is required for this occasion, most of the visitors consciously wear suits to show respect, but MSI, a small family member, still wears short-sleeved T-shirts and jeans. He looked out of place, especially because he was very eye-catching, tall, and sitting there was almost more attractive than the players.

Xuan Lang stared at him for a few seconds, and managed to get him to roll his eyes.

Teacher Xuan didn't mind either, and asked curiously, "How did you get here?"

Jiang Yi was puzzled: "?"

Xuan Lang: "I mean the means of transportation."

Jiang Yi: "Airplane, otherwise I'd still be able to come over."

Xuan Lang ignored his aggressiveness, but found it even more interesting: "But this is a long holiday, and the capital of Province O is a tourist city, and it is also busy with performances and other special activities. It's over, I want to book a business class seat for my friend, where did you get the ticket?"

Jiang Yi paused, and didn't want to talk to him at first, but probably thought that the other party was Zhu Weixing's teacher, so he reluctantly replied: "Train."

Xuan Lang was slightly surprised: "That would take more than 20 hours."

Jiang Yi didn't take it seriously, thinking that Xuan Lang was talking nonsense.

Seeing thousands of bright lights on the stage, the biennial Golden Rhythm Awards finals were about to start, Xuan Lang looked at him for a moment, then smiled again, shrugged his shoulders, and said nothing more.