Very cool! Fang Monan blinked and had to admit that this little lady is very eye-catching. I just don’t know if she will be so cute when she becomes an adult. I pray that it won’t grow crookedly. Long eyelashes, deep outline, sea blue

Their eyes have added a lot of charm to their childhood and adolescence.

Fang Monan saw that he was about twelve or three years old. He was very elegant in his movements, but his arrogance was exposed, which greatly affected the aristocratic temperament around him. He had a thin figure, long hands and long legs, and always raised his head slightly when walking.

He held his chin, as proud as a peacock.

When Ludwig Olivier walked to his seat and sat down, he didn't need to speak, but with his appearance, he was already the focus of the backstage. Not to mention his performance, most of the players backstage were involuntarily observing him.

.It’s not because he looks great, but because his performance just now is indeed a step above the previous players. His existence has already announced a powerful obstacle to his opponents.

Fang Monan looked at Mobei, who was still listening to music with headphones on. She was not disturbed by the previous interruption, until Leonard pulled her up and walked to the stage. Leonard was Mobei's piano accompanist.

Fang Monan stood at the corner of the stage and quietly poked her head out. Unfortunately, the lights were too bright and she couldn't see clearly. She could only see Mobei standing upright on the stage.[

Fang Mobei stood on the stage, took a deep breath, exhaled it again, showed a smile at the corner of his curved mouth, and bowed to the judges in the audience. As his sister said, there is nothing wrong with treating the judges like cabbage.

Scared, she hinted to herself, without any stage fright. She saw that there were only seven or eight people in the audience, and the five judges were smiling, including one woman.

Leonard had already told her the information of the five judges before the competition. Fang Mobei only knew that they were famous and could be called masters. Unfortunately, it was impossible for Mobei to imagine. So, just listen.

, there is no specific concept. There are advantages to not knowing, and those who know are afraid.

The first song is Antonio Vivaldi's Violin Concerto, "Spring" in E major, which Ludwig Olivier played before.

Mobei put up his posture and nodded slightly to Leonard. The first sound was perfect, a good start. Mobei's heart was lifted, and the Allegro poured out like water. She was no worse than others, she

He has his own understanding of the music. As long as it goes well at the beginning and Mobei finds his groove, there won't be any problems later.

Leonard's previous worries disappeared with Mobei's performance. After listening to the first performance, Leonard was even more excited. Mobei's performance was extraordinary, great!

The five judges in the audience were all a little surprised. After all, when they first received the information, they saw this six-year-old Oriental girl, who was as cute as a doll. They instinctively thought that this was just to gain experience in the competition, and to fool around.

He looks familiar, he came to study with the Prince.

The purpose of their coming here was to listen to Ludwig Olivier's performance. Sure enough, he did not disappoint everyone. It was obvious that he was more than one level higher than other opponents. He came from a musical family and was considered a son of an acquaintance. Ludwig

Siolivier did not disappoint the five judges. The intensity and emotion were on point. He already has some of his own musical style and has great potential. Although his skills need to be improved due to age restrictions, they are indeed rare.

Genius. I originally thought that the championship would be determined this time, but who would have expected that such a dark horse would emerge?!

The five judges slowly calmed down the relaxed and cheerful smiles on their faces, stopped drinking coffee, lost their initial arrogance, and began to listen carefully.

The piano accompaniment is also very good. If you listen carefully, you will see that the piano accompanist is obviously a famous person, but the violin's sound is not weaker than it at all, and it does not overwhelm the guest.

"Spring" is divided into three movements, which express the following: First, spring is coming, and there is no limit to joy. Birds sing joyful songs to welcome the spring. The breeze blows in the clear spring, and the spring water flows. The sky is covered with dark clouds, lightning flashes, and thunder

Howl, thunder, lightning and lightning are fleeting, and the birds sing sweetly again.

2. On the meadow with flowers in full bloom, in the rustling grass, the shepherd is resting, and the faithful sheepdog lies beside him.

3. Accompanied by the cheerful sound of country bagpipes, fairies and shepherds danced gracefully under the lovely clear spring sky.

Six years old, is she really only six years old? Not counting her age, she is still three months shy of six years old. She perfectly interpreted this song.

After the nine-minute music was played, when Fang Mobei took off his violin and bowed, the five judges all paused for a moment before looking at each other, seeing the same views as their own in the eyes of others. This technique, this artistic conception, if not witnessed with one's own eyes.

See, it’s hard to believe that this was played by a six-year-old child! Even they themselves only acquired such fingering skills after more than ten years of learning, and they are still a little immature. After time, when she has become more skilled, I really can’t imagine it.

But the emotion expressed by this person is touching... How old was she when she started practicing? Is there really a genius in this world who can succeed without practicing hard? This, this, if this is really the case, God is too

It's not fair!

After the performance, when Fang Mobei walked to the edge of the stage, Fang Monan hugged her and said, "You are a genius, an absolute genius."

"I am a genius!" Mobei said.

"Okay, the performance was good, but there are some parts of the fingers that should be like this..." Leonard said. To be honest, she was surprised. Mobei didn't have any stage experience. When he first started teaching her the "Spring" concerto,

, Mobei couldn't find the feeling. Later, when they were practicing on the farm. Mobei looked at the lush farm, with birds taking off and colorful butterflies fluttering. She finally found the inspiration for how to express herself. Unexpectedly, she improved again in the finals.

I have learned a lot, but my performance is so good, maybe I am less utilitarian.

The purest music has just appeared. I hope she can keep it up. I wonder if she will be like this in the next series of competitions? Leonard is looking forward to it very much.

When he stepped down, Möbek received the same treatment as Ludwig Olivier, even worse, because Ludwig himself stared at Möbek with a look that was about to burn.[

Mobei turned his head and said, "Sister, why is he staring at me? Have I offended him?" he asked innocently.

"Oh! You performed very well and he was jealous of you." Fang Monan said.

"Jealous, he plays better than me, I should be jealous of him." Fang Mobei made a pertinent comment after comparing. Then she walked to Ludwig and said, "I'm jealous of you too." She said fiercely and childishly

Stare at him, like him.

Ludwig looked at her and smiled, "You are very cute," he said in German.

"What did he say?" Fang Mobei pulled Monan's hand and asked.

"He said you were cute." Leonard said.

While he was busy talking, the game was over. He had been alone for more than twenty minutes, which was not a long time. It was an exciting moment.

The final result came out, and Mobei ranked second. The first place was Ludwig Olivier. Regarding this, Fang Monan looked at Mobei and accepted it calmly, "He is better than me."

It’s good, it should be the first.”

Mobei knew that he took advantage of his younger age, and although he was slightly inferior to him in terms of skills, he was better in that his emotions were unrestrained, passionate, full of agility, and more contagious.

After receiving the award, they sat on the return plane. Fang Mobei looked at the paper in his hand with a sad face.

"What's wrong? I'm not satisfied with the ranking." Leonard asked curiously.

"No, the bonus has changed from three thousand to two thousand, which is a thousand dollars less." Mobei clenched his fists and waved: "Next time, next time I will definitely try to get three thousand dollars."

"Ah!" Leonard stroked his forehead, looking in disbelief, "That's all you care about."

"Of course, I did the math, excluding accommodation, meals and other expenses, and in the end we only had 100 US dollars left." Fang Mobei handed the paper in his hand to Leonard.

Leonard looked at the paper that said it only cost a few days. "Oh! What can I tell you?" he sighed.

"For the sake of the first prize, I will continue to practice when I go back and I will definitely surpass that kid. The three thousand US dollars is mine." Fang Mobei muttered.

The competition was silent in China, so when Fang Mobei and the others came back, it would be quiet and less noisy.

But when the family saw the silver medal, they were all very happy. Everyone took a group photo with Mobei. This was Xiaobei's first medal, which was of great significance.

For the next competition, Fang Mobei and Leonard started training again. The tortured grandma and the others complained incessantly. The weather was getting hotter, so they finally drove the two of them to the farm and practiced in the mountains. Everyone's ears finally stopped hearing.

Tortured.

After two months of this, Leonard was pleasantly surprised to find that Mobei had made rapid progress and was more full and powerful in emotional expression than before, especially in marches and military songs. Her previous songs had no strength and were soft.

. After only a short time, the mental outlook has changed significantly. The tone and rhythm are sonorous and powerful, the momentum is majestic, the rhythm is clear, and it is inspiring. Leonard said with emotion, the competition is really a training activity! Good, it is really good!

In June, Fang Mobei and the others flew to the UK to participate in the Menuhin International Youth Violin Competition.

When she set foot on British soil, Fang Monan could sense Leonard's timid and frightened look. During the competition, she finally noticed that Leonard was rubbing his hands nervously, and beads of sweat were popping out of his forehead.[

"Lei, are you okay? You are more nervous and scared than my sister." Fang Monan tugged on his clothes, "What are you afraid of? This is not like you."

"You are British, how come you have met an acquaintance?" Fang Monan guessed, looking at the way he froze after hearing her words. "There are indeed acquaintances, but judging from your appearance, the relationship is not good."

"Reynard! Oh my god! Where have you gone? I can't find you no matter how hard I look for you." A middle-aged lady hugged his hand and shouted loudly. "I haven't shaved my beard. If I hadn't heard you speak,

The voice, I almost didn’t recognize it.”

"Mom, please let go first, it looks ugly." Leonard blushed and said to the woman.

"You kid, why are you so shy? I'm not an outsider." She let go of Leonard and looked up and down to see if he was suffering. He looked good and energetic. "Where have you gone? There's not a single phone call."

"Mom, let's not talk anymore. I have to go to the competition." Leonard grabbed Mobei's hand and walked towards the stage together.

The lady followed up in confusion and stood on the side of the stage. This was a youth competition. What was he doing up there? Ah! Piano accompaniment.

Although full of doubts, she still calmed down and listened to the performance. Hey! This kid has great potential. Ah! When did his son's music style become so simple and mellow, as if his level has improved.

After Leonard stepped down, they found a cafe and the four of them sat down. The two adults ordered coffee, and Fang Menan and the others ordered orange juice and cheesecake.

The lady picked up the coffee and took a sip gracefully, "Tell me! What's going on! Are you still angry with your father?"

Fang Monan and the others picked up the plates and ate the cake. At this time, all they had to do was listen.

"Nannan, this is my mom, Theresa Stoker." Leonard continued: "This is my violin student. I have been in China during this time. This time I came to participate in the competition."

"Hello! Ms. Stoker." Fang Monan and Mo Bei stood up and greeted her.

"Oh my god! How did you end up like this?" Teresa said sadly, "I will definitely convince your father, let's go home!"

Hearing Teresa's words, Fang Monan glared angrily, but did not interrupt her.

"Mom, no need, I'm living a very happy life now. I'll call you later." Afraid of not being convincing, Leonard added: "Mom, really, I'm living a very good life now. From my...

You should also be able to hear it in the sound of the piano."

Teresa looked at his serious look, just looked at him with tears in her eyes, and stopped trying to persuade him. As long as he lived a good life, her palms and backs were all flesh. The father and son were quarreling, and she felt the most uncomfortable being caught in the middle.

"Okay, then you promise to call me." Teresa said, maybe this is best.

"I promise."

"You are a good apprentice. If you keep working hard, you will have a bright future." Teresa said cogently.

"Really!" Leonard smiled like a child.
To be continued...