number one idol

Chapter 177
Shiny black piano front.

He Xiao stood there alone, surrounded by ten serious judges.

No matter how unfavorable He Xiao is in this round, the judges can't take it lightly and treat it perfunctorily.

They are the judges, and they must be responsible for each contestant's work. They cannot favor each other in this round because of their previous high scores.

What's more, the red face is refusing to answer the host's question, not admitting that he is not good enough. Maybe he is also a great master?Although this possibility is low, it cannot be ruled out.

He Xiao's entire face was wrapped under the mask, so he couldn't see his true face clearly.

And he didn't have a good time under the masks. Although these masks were carefully selected and had good vents, there would still be hot air bouncing back when he breathed, hitting his face, which was very itchy.

Taking a deep breath, He Xiao threw these messy thoughts out of his mind, raised his legs, and sat gracefully on the chair.

Then, a pair of white and slender fingers rested lightly on the black and white keys.

His fingers are tender and rosy, white as jade, and slender. If they are placed in the eyes of the hand control, they will definitely drive them crazy.

Speaking of which, the reason why He Xiao wanted to learn the piano when he was a child was because of these outrageously delicate hands.

At that time, he was only in the first year of high school, and from time to time he felt that it was a pity that he didn't play the piano with both hands.

The students also said that with the condition of these hands, the future work will be either playing the piano or typing on the keyboard.

Obviously, He Xiao chose to play the piano.

As for typing on the keyboard?That's impossible, it's impossible to type a keyboard in this life.

Internet writers are all fat, ugly and poor, and typing on the keyboard is a dead end.

"Deng ling ding—— ding ling—"

Withdrawing his thoughts, his ten fingers danced instantly, the black and white keys were pressed deeply, and the brisk music sounded instantly, spreading throughout the hall.

"This music..."

In the judges' seat, several people frowned, listening to the melody.

A song that I have never heard before, and it is very special.

"Original?"

The face of the old principal William showed a strange color. There were not a few contestants who performed original performances on this stage, but this original song with a red face was a bit unusual.

Just the beginning gave him a different feeling.

It was a sense of desolation and confusion, as if... the aftermath of the war?

It is as if a picture of the city after the baptism of war emerges in front of my eyes.

It was the color of blood in the setting sun, the ruins in the ashes.

What a sad word?
But despite the sadness, the rhythm of the whole piece is so bright that people can never forget it even if they only listen to it once.

But at 35 seconds, the ups and downs of the melody suddenly increased several times, and a great sense of shock came to me.

Many audience members couldn't help holding their breath at this moment, and some even stood up from their seats and looked towards the stage.

"The rhythm of the song "Red Face" is so strong that it doesn't give people a chance to breathe!"

In the audience seats in the first row below the stage, a contestant wearing a white face mask couldn't help but marvel.

Even in a trance, he seemed to see an indescribable war scene from this music.

It was a city baptized by artillery fire, high-rise buildings were destroyed in an instant, gunpowder smoke billowed, and homeless children were lying on the ruins crying bitterly, all dirty from top to bottom.

The setting sun was like blood, swaying down, blending with the stumped limbs and arms on the ground, and scarlet became the only color in the city.

The undissipated gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the huge iron-clad monster came rumblingly. Its wide tracks allowed it to walk on the ground in the ruins, crushing the dying refugees mercilessly.

Boundless sadness and panic spread more and more in the city.

Depressed!

tension!

As the progress of the song deepened, that feeling became more and more intense.

In the competition hall, everyone silenced and stared at the stage in a daze.

In front of the piano, the man with the red-faced mask opened and closed the movements of his hands as swiftly as the wind, and the piano keys were pressed at an incredible speed.

At this time, He Xiao had already devoted himself to the performance, his body was shaking back and forth, his brows were furrowed, and he had no other thoughts in his mind.

He just wants to perform this piece well!
Not for anything else, just because this is "Croatian Rhapsody", a song that condemns the cruelty of war!
What is the meaning of war?
Look at those homeless children, who obviously came to this world, but they have to live in fear, maybe at any moment, they will be ruthlessly obliterated by artillery fire.

Other children can enjoy their childhood, carefree, go to and from school every day, and spend the best time in their lives safely.

However, children in war areas are deprived of these rights by nature. Not to mention studying and studying, even basic food is a big problem that is difficult to overcome.

The cruelty brought about by war is often not manifested on the battlefield, but on the common people.

One will be a million bones.

Under the splendor of all ages, what is submerged are countless dead bones.

That is the king's road piled up from the bones of the common people!

Especially in modern warfare, all kinds of advanced thermal weapons are far more ruthless than cold weapons, and can destroy a city in just a few moments.

"Croatian Rhapsody" was written to condemn war and warn the world. Its performer, Maxim, is a well-deserved genius classical pianist.

The impassioned and high-pitched melody makes this song so powerful that it shocked the world as soon as it came out. It has become a new famous song in the 21st century and a contemporary classic.

Perhaps a hundred years later, under the gestation of time, it will leave an indelible mark in the history of world pianos.

All the people present were shocked and speechless.

Even Hei Lang was stunned, and remained silent for a long time in the audience, without even making a single movement, like a sculpture.

He is listening.

He Xiao's piece is too special, not inferior to the "Oasis in the Desert" he played just now.

Even, because He Xiao's performance is original, it is even better than "Oasis in the Desert".

The melody is in the ear, and it is already the person in the song.

Everyone was immersed in the great shock brought about by the war.

The sound of guns, cries, explosions...all the sounds of disaster seem to resound in my ears at this moment.

"He must be smiling!"

In the corner of the auditorium, a woman with a white swan mask and a charming figure said to herself with slightly parted red lips and slightly trembling palms.

This contestant codenamed "White Swan", if He Xiao was by her side, he would definitely be able to recognize her identity.

Because in the entire competition scene, the only girl who could meet He Xiao was Carol.

The rapid melody gradually came to an end.

He Xiao shook his head and was intoxicated by it.

The first time he heard this piece of music on the black phone, he was also deeply shocked.

The cruelty of war kept him from getting out of it for a long time, and it was just right to present it at the Isabella Piano Competition this time.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

When the last syllable was played, the sound disappeared and the scene fell silent.

Everyone was stunned in place, without shouting or making noise.

After a long time, He Xiao breathed out a sigh of relief, and he had just recovered from the desolate music.

His not-so-tall body sat up from the chair, looked at the two thousand spectators who were in deep meditation, and suddenly smiled.

As long as the world can feel what is meant to be expressed in "Croatian Rhapsody", then the show will be worth it.

After all, as a human being, everyone should live a good life.

May there be less war and more peace.

My wish is... world peace.

(End of this chapter)