At this mont, the spotlight focused on the young girl.
The entire hall fell silent.
The F-hole of the eighteenth-century Guadagnini cello opened its crimson eye under the top light, and the gilded snake pattern coiled around the body of the cello faced the judging panel, flicking its tongue.
Nannali pulled the strings.
The first note of the Dragon Violin Cup—sounded!
As the first note was born from the point of contact between the bow and the D string, the curtain at the air conditioning vent suddenly froze—the entire concert hall beca a specin sealed in rosin amber.
Gentle and soothing music poured down along the girl’s sheet.
"Saint Luo’s ’Flying Goose’."
Gan Yanyu murmured under her breath, quickly recognizing the origin of this piece.
"Moth?"
"Swan’s ’Goose’."
Gan Yanyu added.
Lin Tian pondered, thinking that the author was quite good at naming; this na sounds like an insect.
"....."
Nannali played passionately, her sound was pure, exuding an immaculate feeling.
Carrying a healing breeze, gently blowing, brushing past the audience...
.....Hmm?
Sothing’s off!
Almost from the prelude of the performance, Fengye’s frown deepened more and more.
"Seems like, not bad...?"
Fengye said, stroking his chin.
Whether in expression or in the skilled use of the cello.
It was worthy of the Dragon Violin Cup professional cellist’s level.
Not as bad as imagined...!
Upon hearing Fengye’s comnt.
Zhu Ye, montarily stunned, nudged Fengye’s thigh under the table.
What do you an by—seems not bad?
If you say it like that, wouldn’t it reveal our earlier thoughts?
Fengye quickly regained his composure.
Damn!
Just too shocked and let it slip.....
"A very good piece."
Fengye hurriedly tried to cover up, shifting the topic,
"From our past records, it seems Teacher Nannali prefers to play classical music or modern pop music with classical elents."
"This ti, using this purely modern musical theatre piece ’Flying Goose’, was evidently specially prepared for the Dragon Violin Cup."
Fengye rarely gave a serious explanation.
However, although this performance was good.
But not to the extent of being ’stunning’.
Third place in Qingjiang Province... seed to be in line with the ranking, be it in instrunt understanding or music expressive power... they reached a superior level.
But to make further progress.....
Not quite there yet.
.....
anwhile,
In the lounge, watching the performance, Lin Tian leaned back on the sofa.
"Nannali has such a compliant side too....."
Seeing Nannali playing such a soothing piece on stage, Lin Tian found it a bit hard to get used to.
Even more unexpected for him was.
This person, actually gave up classical music too?
On further thought, it made sense.
Nannali never seed to show how much she loved classical music in front of them.
Her goal seed to have always been simply to ’defeat Gan Yanyu’.
Since it’s only to defeat Gan Yanyu.
For victory, it’s not surprising to play any kind of piece.....
"Lin Tian."
At this mont, Gan Yanyu, intently staring at the big screen, softly spoke.
"What’s up?"
"Don’t you feel that Nannali’s performance... is a bit eerie?"
"Eerie?"
It was the first ti Lin Tian heard such a adjective from Gan Yanyu.
An eerie performance?
Lin Tian looked back at the big screen.
If you have to say it.....
It’s probably the first ti seeing Nannali play such a ’compliant’ piece.
Also, her clothes today looked very compliant.
But Lin Tian liked this style more.
"She’s not like this....."
Gan Yanyu stared at the big screen, saying, "At least her music isn’t like this."
Lin Tian looked at Gan Yanyu, puzzled.
In her view, wasn’t there nothing incomprehensible about this?
After all, not every cellist has an obsession with classical music like Gan Yanyu.
Arriving at the Dragon Violin Cup, changing for victory is quite normal.
Switching a piece, changing a style.
It’s nothing rare.
"Isn’t being compliant good? I actually feel her previous pieces were too restless." Lin Tian comnted.
He still rembered vividly, when he first encountered Nannali, her cello was known for its aggression.
"No..."
Gan Yanyu stared at the big screen,
"She’s... in pain."
.....
The dark red hem unfurled into a perfect 120-degree fan on the custom bench, the crystal butterfly hairpin in her hair quivered lightly to the beat.
This was the battle attire Kelly sent Nannali from London Saville Street, every pleat was steeped in the atmosphere of the British Museum’s display cases.
Under the stage lights, the pearl necklace around Nannali’s neck emitted a pale glow.
The girl ticulously replicated the instructional video recorded by her mother: her right shoulder lowered by fifteen degrees, and the pinky on her left hand maintained a constant distance of 2.3 centiters from the neck of the violin.
In her heart, she silently repeated:
You can do it, Nannali.
Listen to your mother, follow her thoughts...
At least on the Dragon Violin Cup stage, I don’t need to have any thoughts of my own.
Just follow my mother’s thinking.
Only then will I have the chance to defeat Gan Yanyu.
Only then will I have the chance... to make my mother fulfill her promise and return to our hotown....
"..."
The lake water rippled within the body of the violin.
Yet within what should have been smooth legato strokes were tiny serrations — like scales piercing beneath a swan’s elegant curved neck.....
The burning sensation made Nannali grit her teeth.
.....
In a daze, Gan Yanyu couldn’t help but worryingly clench her small hand.
As if on the stage.
At this very mont, sitting there was only a puppet playing the cello.
She didn’t understand.
Why did Nannali suppress her true nature like this?
She also didn’t know what happened to Nannali that she persisted in such a painful performance.
Suddenly——
When the score reached the 47th asure, Nannali’s thumb suddenly pressed down tightly on the bow.
The crescendo that should have flowed was chopped into neurotic staccato, the bow hauntingly jumping between the G string and the C string!
Hidden within the Shostakovich-style col legno technique was the ceramic swan paperweight shattered by her mother when she was twelve — shards of those ceramics now punctured every eighth rest with the crisp sound of the bow striking the strings.
"What a fine violin!"
The comntator Zhu Ye couldn’t help exclaiming,
"Is this... embedding ’The Second Cello Concerto’ in it? This technique is incredible!"
"To incorporate such rebellious elents in such harmonious music, and without any sense of discord....."
Fengye excitedly said,
"Wow, audience friends, an unexpected surprise!"
.....
At this ti, although the live stream audience didn’t understand what was happening, they were all discussing:
[What does this an? Embedding another classical piece into ’Flying Goose’? Can I interpret it like this?]
[Wow~ is this the Dragon Violin Cup? Starting off so extraordinary?!]
[Amazing! Is this showing off skills?!]
[Honestly, this insertion is quite abrupt... gave a shudder!]
[....]
A shudder is just right.
Seeing this, Lin Tian finally understood what Gan Yanyu ant by the "discord" place.
This piece essentially perford the inner world of Nannali.
This unintentional insertion.
Rather than deliberately creating "contrast."
It’s more that the glamorous facade Nannali worked hard to build for herself still revealed a flaw.
Beneath the flaw was Nannali’s heart, already agitated.
Why... why suppress herself like this?
Lin Tian didn’t understand.
....
On stage,
The spotlight suddenly shrank into a cage of 90 centiters in diater, pinning Nannali at the boundary of light and shadow.
As sweat slid down her spine into her waistband,
she expanded the vibrato amplitude on the seventh position by 1.5 milliters. This subtle deviation that her mother would never notice, caused the sacred Heavenly Lake to ripple with a rusty flavor.
The ’explosion’ everyone anticipated, in the end, did not co.....
The performance concluded this way.
As the curtain fell, applause washed over the stage like tidal waves.
Nannali’s posture for standing up and bowing was precise like a marionette, yet in the mont she bowed, the crystal hairpin atop her head fell.
Nannali paused slightly, bending down to pick it up.
Along with it ca even more enthusiastic applause from the audience.
"What a beautiful performance!"
In the livestream, Fengye sighed,
"No wonder she’s a direct descendant of the Nannali family... this cello is truly a soul-infused performance!"
Though, in this piece, many emotions he hadn’t yet understood.
However, the techniques demonstrated have already thoroughly captivated him.
And as a comntator, being able to listen to this extent is already enough.
[What about the history of the Nannali family?]
[Didn’t they say they were going to talk about it?]
[Yeah, why wasn’t it covered??]
The netizens do have good mories, which made Fengye, seeing the bullet comnts, feel a headache. Talking about it now would definitely drag on endlessly and couldn’t be finished.
He quickly looked at Zhu Ye.
Who knew, it seed Zhu Ye hadn’t yet recovered from the performance.
After realizing, he looked at Fengye and couldn’t help but say,
"This... is actually just the level of third in Qingjiang....."
Upon hearing this, Fengye jumped in shock.
Indeed.
Why did it previously feel like Teacher Nannali was a "special invitee"?
Ultimately, it was due to Qingjiang’s "third" awkward ranking.
As a result, watching this performance, it was far from impossible to be a special invitee...
Such a level, even placed in other provinces, would surely be a top seed.
If Nannali was only third...
Fengye quickly flipped through the list.
"The top two of Qingjiang Province are——"
"Bai Xi, Gan Yanyu?"
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