Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 47 The Piano Final
Flew to the final in the blink of an eye.

In the dressing room at the backstage, everyone was nervously getting ready. I was wearing a May Fourth uniform, a white brocade jacket with lifelike blue irises embroidered on the cuffs and hem, and a long skirt. I was dressed like a female student in the Republic of China.

The music in the hall was already playing, and someone was introducing his work with a microphone. I was sitting in the corner, and I couldn’t hear what the hall was talking about. I only heard a ding, and a staff member came in and shouted, “No. [-] enters the venue.” ! Ready on the eighth! Hurry up!"

I stood up, quietly wiped off the cold sweat on my palms, took a deep breath and walked forward.

Lan Zhongwen couldn't come backstage, he was sitting in the auditorium.

The lights on the ceiling were bright and dazzling, and the rose-toned stage was decorated magnificently and luxuriously. The four judges sat directly in front of the stage and surrounded the auditorium.

The host said calmly, "Let us invite Xiao Jiujiu, the contestant of the work Plum Soul."

The ethereal flute curled up low, the lights dimmed, and only a spotlight rested on my head.

The camera slowly moved from Meihun beside me to my face.

I stood in the center of the stage, the voice was in my throat, but I didn't hear it.

abruptly.

I can't make a sound.

Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead, my head was blank, and my limbs were stiff and helpless. I tried to pretend to be calm, but my face became paler and paler.

The audience was silent.

In the darkness, a voice pierced through the crowd and came towards me, "Come on! Come on, Xiao Jiujiu!"

I slowly raised my head, and saw a fluorescent stick waving abruptly in the silent auditorium, shaking from side to side, "Come on Jiujiu! Come on!"

The voice in the darkness was intense and tense. In my memory, it seemed that I had never seen Lan Zhongwen so excited. He was always calm and calm.

"Next time I'll buy two light sticks to cheer you up."

"Why buy glow sticks?"

"The auditorium is too big. I'm afraid you won't be able to see me then, so I bought two light sticks and waved them. Can't you see where I am at a glance?"

The image of the memories came out of my mind, and with a movement of my fingers, I regained my sanity, took a deep breath, and tried to regain my composure.

With the music, the arms lead to Mei Hun beside him, "Hello everyone, I am Xiao Jiujiu, a contestant of Mei Hun's works."

There is a moving penetrating power in the voice, cold and lonely, as if I am the soul of Mei, standing proudly outside the cliff, stunning thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, "The declaration of my work, without going through a bit of cold, how can I get it?" Plum blossoms are fragrant."

The short manifesto inspired the judges, and the first seven contestants all made long speeches, which made people drowsy.

As for the contestant named Xiao Jiujiu, she only has one sentence, but her body has already interpreted her work.

There was a thunderous applause.

The judges even forgot to knock on the copper, Xiao Jiujiu had already bowed and stepped down.

When I got to the stage, I took a deep breath. I was really nervous just now, so I drank a few sips of water to calm down.

There are still two contestants to announce the competition list.

I sat in the background in a daze, and someone patted my shoulder lightly. When I turned around in doubt, I saw Lan Zhongwen standing in front of me with a half-smile, "You did well, Xiao Jiujiu."

"How did you come in?" I covered my mouth and asked him in a low voice, "Isn't the backstage not allowed to enter indiscriminately?"

"I told them that I was your elder brother, and they let me in." Lan Zhongwen's eyebrows were shining, and under the bright light, his eyes were as beautiful as jade.

I was slightly surprised, "Is it that simple?"

"How hard do you still think?"

"Ok."

"Xiao Jiujiu." Lan Zhongwen paused, "I just discovered today that you are very literary."

"Really?"

Lan Zhongwen nodded seriously, "Well, you look very good-looking and eye-catching in this retro-style clothes."

I laughed.

He shook his head helplessly, and smiled lightly, "Hey, once you say you look good, you can't wait to destroy your image."

We chatted for an hour, and the list began to be announced on the field. If the name was read, it was an award. If not, you can pack up your things and go home on your own.

Lan Zhongwen glanced at the restless backstage, and they all got up to dress themselves up. He smiled and said, "Xiao Jiujiu, I'm sure you can get the ranking."

"Is it true?"

He nodded seriously.

Sure enough, after a heated discussion, the judges put my plum soul on the runner-up winner. The champion is a veteran who has participated in four competitions, and the award-winning work "Fruit Bowl".

I am the first 14-year-old winner in history. Standing on the stage, I have lost my initial nervousness. I gave my long-prepared acceptance speech impassionedly, nothing more than thanking my parents, my school, my motherland and so on... …

Lan Zhongwen stood beside the red curtain, with gentle eyes, and thousands of words, turned into a soft whisper, "Xiao Jiujiu, perfect."

Sitting in the dark under the stage, I realized that the feeling of watching the game off the stage is completely different from that on the stage. Today is Lan Zhongwen's piano final.In the same magnificent and luxurious arena, there is a white piano in the center of the stage.

A beam of spotlights hit the center of the stage.

Vaguely, I saw the white silk scarf floating into the light.

The slender figure slowly walked into the spotlight.

Lan Zhongwen bowed to the judging panel. Wearing a baroque black dress, he was noble and arrogant, just like the nobles in European court paintings.

There was a startling gasp in the arena.

I covered my surprised mouth. In the dark, no one could see who's expression clearly, but I was still afraid of leaking my frantic heartbeat.

"Bang bang bang..."

Such a powerful voice made me uncontrollable, both scared and excited.

This proud and uncontrollable feeling came from my chest, with a muffled echo, and swayed deep in my heart.When I saw him so elegant and handsome, I felt extremely proud and proud. I felt like the honor my child was holding, but I was very panicked in my heart, trying to grab something, but it slipped away so fast. I was caught off guard.

(End of this chapter)