Chapter 158 Zhu Yingtai
The professional expertise interview will be held on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, and the examination venue is the usual rehearsal venue of the Tsinghua University Art Troupe.
There were large floor-to-ceiling windows, polished wooden floors, and the jury was lined up behind a long table.
Half of them are art teachers of our school, and the other half are foreign aids from the music performance department borrowed from the neighboring Central Conservatory of Music. They strive to ensure that children who get high scores are both professionally competent and in sync with the art troupe, and they will never miss a suitable and good seedling.
Su Xia is very lucky.
After I brought Qin in and introduced myself, I just sat down and saw a familiar face at the end of the long table.
Last winter, she was a boarding student at the Central Conservatory of Music and attended a masterclass with the principal of the Berlin Orchestra. It was this woman who was in charge of teaching the Chinese students. They didn't talk much, but Su Xia was full of gratitude to her.
At that time, she worked hard to practice the piano from morning till night. She lost so much weight in a month that the dress she brought for the performance could not hold up.
She was originally planning to go to the store to buy a box of clothespins to make do, but the other party heard about it and brought a sewing kit from home. Before going on stage, he helped her sew a few lines, thus protecting the girl's little dignity and self-esteem.
The female teacher was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and looked very capable.
When his eyes met hers, he said nothing, but just smiled slightly, with approval and encouragement in his eyes.
The process is fully transparent and no one will show favoritism to her.
But just a simple reunion was enough to fill her with strength——
Look, Su Xia.
The world is a circle drawn for you, and every effort counts.
Every person you meet in the past, every encounter that makes you cry and laugh, will become the hand that pushes you forward.
The interview is divided into two parts: performance first and then free question and answer.
The two optional pieces were decided by Su Xia and Teacher Li after a long discussion.
A Bach unaccompanied suite that demonstrates solid classical interpretation skills.
Another song she chose was "Butterfly Lovers", which she had already honed in the provincial troupe, to meet the needs of the National Tsing Hua University Art Troupe for frequent performances of new folk music in recent years.
My heart was beating fast, my fingertips were cold, and my knees were shaking on both sides of the cello.
But so what?
For more than five hundred days, she had tried her best and came here on her own.
She doesn't need to perform exceptionally well, as long as she performs at the same level as she did in the last practice last night, she will be her own champion.
Chief judge’s instructions.
Su Xia took a deep breath and picked up the bow.
When she sang the second song "Butterfly Lovers", her breath, which she had been holding unconsciously, became long and deep, and she gently closed her eyes.
She was so familiar with the piece that she could continue from any section.
Before she turned into a butterfly, Zhu Yingtai was only eighteen or nineteen years old. What was she thinking in front of Liang Shanbo's tomb?
A thousand years have passed, and the cannibalistic feudal ethics are no longer in existence. At this moment, Su Xia, who is also only eighteen years old, vaguely feels the breath of the girl from the Eastern Jin Dynasty:
From the sky to the underworld,
My love, I just want to see you.
This time, Su Xia poured all her emotions into it.
The bow left the string, and the lingering sound echoed in the rehearsal room for a long time before it died down.
When she raised her head again, she felt a wet and cool feeling on her chin, and Su Xia realized how emotional she was.
In the judging panel, an elderly professor with gray hair had already taken off his glasses and was wiping his tears with a handkerchief.
The chief judge was silent for several seconds, then looked through her resume on the table again. "Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Su Xia, right?"
Su Xia quickly stood up straight and sniffed, "I am."
"No need to stand, just sit down."
The chief judge quickly waved his hands, and was even a little speechless for a moment, "...very good."
Too good to be true.
Such young Liang Zhu can actually be so contagious.
Is this little girl really only eighteen?
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There are many sub-scores for the written test and interview, and it takes some time to be announced, and the results will not be known on the spot.
Sign to confirm and take the bag back from the volunteer.
Su Xia was already far away from the examination room, but he was still very upset. He turned on his phone, and his fingertips slipped when they touched the screen, all covered with sweat.
Among the unread messages, Su Xiaojuan’s is the most.
Ask her if she has finished the exam, how she performed, and whether she had dinner with He Miao to celebrate.
Following is a long list of home photos, with fresh cherries and strawberries in the refrigerator and freshly cut flowers on the dining table, the whole house is decorated with vitality.
There used to be only a small wooden photo frame at the head of Su Xia's bed, which contained a photo of her when she was five years old and Su Xiaojuan was holding her to watch a giraffe. Now the photo frame is held by a brand new jellycat rabbit, with the reason being "I saw on the Internet that girls your age like it."
Two red envelopes of 5,200 yuan each, each with a different note.
[Completion is perfection, Xia Xia is the best]
[My mother will come to take my little God of Wealth home in the evening]
Su Xiaojuan has always been disdainful of her little expressions of kissing and hugging. Sometimes she would sneer at her as "a dog-skin plaster that has become a spirit", and sometimes she would say "sweet talk, that's enough".
After not seeing each other for a few days, Su Xiaojuan's maternal love visibly exploded, and she even sent several pouting soybean people.
There is only one good mother in the world.
Su Xia was touched and felt guilty. She accepted the red envelope with many thanks and replied while praying that her good mother would never know what she had done in the past two days.
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