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Three days later, the official Semifinal will take place at the Concert Hall.
This Semifinal is a crucial competition, as it directly determines whether Su Wan can advance to the finals to compete for the final rankings.
Early in the morning, Su Wan and Fu Weiheng went to the Concert Hall with Jiang Yun to draw lots and prepare in advance.
Fu Quan and the others arrived at the Concert Hall half an hour before the competition began.
A total of nine people entered the Semifinal, including three Chinese participants, among whom Su Wan is one. The other two are boys, and they will also be playing the violin.
Fu Weiheng and Jiang Yun are well-known figures in the music industry, so when they appeared backstage with Su Wan, they naturally attracted a lot of attention.
The Chinese boy playing the violin was particularly flustered, mistakenly thinking that Fu Weiheng was also there to compete, which made him quite nervous.
After all, Fu Weiheng's skills are among the best in the field, and his numerous prestigious awards were not won without reason.
Eventually, the boy couldn't sit still any longer. He walked over to greet Fu Weiheng and hesitantly asked, "Mr. Fu... are you here to compete too?"
Su Wan was taken aback by this question. She turned her head to look at the tall, slender youth dressed in a black suit. He was nervously clutching one side of his trousers, his brow slightly furrowed, and his previously confident demeanor had vanished without a trace.
Su Wan couldn't help but chuckle inwardly; it seemed this boy thought Mr. Fu was here to compete and was intimidated by his presence.
Her gaze shifted to Fu Weiheng, who calmly replied, "No."
The boy immediately looked relieved and smiled brightly. After flattering Fu Weiheng a couple of times, he quickly returned to his original seat.
Only then did Su Wan dare to laugh out loud. She lightly patted Fu Weiheng on the shoulder and said seriously, "Mr. Fu, your sudden appearance at the competition might unintentionally crush these young people's confidence."
Fu Weiheng glanced at her and casually tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear while feigning helplessness as he replied, "What can I do? I'm here to accompany my wife."
Su Wan: "……"
The so-called "turning the tables"...
Ten minutes later, the drawing began.
Regarding the order of participation, Su Wan never paid much attention, so she casually drew a slip and opened it.
It should be considered quite good luck; she drew number 7, which was third from the last.
After the drawing, they immediately entered the competition, and all accompanying family members of the participants had to return to the audience seats.
Fu Weiheng had always believed in her abilities, so he never worried about her. Before leaving, he gave her a hug and silently went to the audience.
Jiang Yun, her steel partner, stayed behind.
Su Wan looked at Fu Weiheng's calm strides ahead and smiled lightly.
He really... had complete faith in her.
When Fu Weiheng returned to the audience seats, Fu Quan and others were already there. Fu Weiheng walked directly to his seat and sat down next to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was wearing a light beige dress today, with a refreshing bun hairstyle. Her petite and youthful appearance was extremely cute. When she saw Uncle sitting next to her, she politely greeted him with a soft and sweet voice: "Uncle, you’re here! Is Auntie going to perform soon?"
Fu Weiheng smiled slightly, reached out to tug at her bun, and replied in a deep voice: "Not yet."
At this moment, Fu Weijin looked over: "What number did Guan Guan draw?"
Fu Weiheng replied: "Number seven."
Mu Qing chuckled: "That's good; being too far ahead can be nerve-wracking."
Fu Weiheng: "Hmm."
Not long after, the competition officially began.
The first contestant was a girl from South Korea, playing the Viola. Her skills were quite solid, but she seemed a bit nervous, and her sliding notes were not performed well.
The second contestant was a petite girl from Russia, whose instrument was the Double Bass. Standing next to the large Double Bass, her slender fingers maneuvered the fingerboard, making her appear somewhat out of place.
By the time the sixth contestant came up, it was the Chinese boy who had just greeted Fu Weiheng. He looked confident, but his performance left Fu Weiheng feeling somewhat disappointed. He seemed too focused on showcasing his technique and neglected the emotional expression in the piece.
When it was Su Wan's turn to take the stage, she had changed into a dark blue strapless gown. As she lifted her dress to step onto the stage, her expression remained calm and composed.
After adjusting her instrument and posture, she politely nodded to the judges and began her first piece.
It was still the unaccompanied piece by Maybach that she knew by heart. The performance flowed smoothly and was rich in emotion.
As the first piece concluded, the judges each had their own thoughts.
The second piece was Beethoven's Cello Sonata No. 2 in G minor, which required piano accompaniment. Jiang Yun then slowly walked up from backstage.
The audience and judges were momentarily taken aback upon seeing Jiang Yun, surprised by this contestant's identity.
Fu Weiheng subtly curled his lips into a smile, calmly waiting for Su Wan's next performance.
The melody of the Cello was introduced by a strong chord from the piano. The opening slow section was rather somber and clearly showcased the dynamics of each note. Essentially, throughout the first movement, the bright piano sound accompanied the Cello, which laid a low foundation before transitioning from low to high notes in an arpeggio performance—a characteristic of Beethoven's sonatas. The ending gradually turned gentle.
The second movement was a fast tempo with a lively beginning, followed by a melody that combined a low yet playful tone with piano accompaniment.
As this second piece concluded, it seemed to surprise the judges; they had been silent throughout but now began to whisper among themselves.
Next came the third piece: Shostakovich's First Cello Concerto. Having practiced it many times and with Fu Weiheng's guidance, she had gained a deeper understanding of this piece. The performance undoubtedly amazed everyone present.
All the performances had ended, and the audience, along with the judges, were all quite shocked and began to applaud.
Finally, after all the contestants had finished their performances, the judges would announce the names of those who made it to the finals on the spot.
The bright hall was filled with contestants and their accompanying family members. When one of the judges took the microphone and stepped onto the stage, the entire venue fell silent, holding its breath in anticipation.
"The finalists were..."
The judge's voice was somewhat delicate, but the casual tone made Su Wan's heart race. Nervously, she gripped Fu Weiheng's hand tighter and instinctively closed her eyes.
"Contestant number two, Natasha."
Then Su Wan saw a petite girl jump up excitedly, embracing her family as they cheered together.
A wave of sighs followed as the judge continued, "Contestant number five, Hugo..."
"And from China..."
When Su Wan heard "China," her heart jumped into her throat. Seeing her face turning red, Fu Weiheng smiled helplessly, gently patting her head to comfort her.
"Contestant number seven, Su Wan. These three players."
The first to cheer was Jiang Yun. Although she had anticipated this result, she couldn't help but feel ecstatic, grabbing Mu Qing's hand with tears welling in her eyes.
Her whole family was happy for her. Ye Fan stood beside Su Wan with a sweet smile, tugging at her skirt and saying, "Teacher Su, Auntie, you are amazing!"
Fu Weijin said, "Congratulations, Guan Guan!"
Su Wan was stunned. Hearing her name come through the speakers made her so excited that she could hardly breathe. She glanced at Ye Fan and Fu Weijin beside her, feeling warmth in her heart. This sudden joy brought tears to her eyes.
She was shy and there were so many people present, but she couldn't control her tears of happiness. So she simply clutched Fu Weiheng's shirt front and buried her face in his chest, quietly sobbing.
Fu Weiheng found her appearance amusing, unable to help but smile as she pursed her lips and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, allowing her to cry.
Fu Quan turned to look at Su Wan's expression, which caused his previously broad smile to fade. He furrowed his brows and asked, "Oh, what happened?"
Fu Weiheng patted her head, which was buried in her hands, and replied with a smile, "I'm happy."
With that, the whole family couldn't help but laugh.
The next day was the finals, where the piece required was a concerto with piano accompaniment based on the format played in the Semifinal.
According to the order of the selected participants, Su Wan was third to perform. Today's finals were the culmination of the Klein Competition and were of great significance; even the audience had tripled compared to yesterday. The entire Concert Hall was filled to capacity.
Since this was the final competition, Su Wan felt less calm than during the Semifinal. Although she was very familiar with the pieces, she couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness.
The first contestant had already taken the stage. Su Wan glanced at the fifth contestant sitting next to her, who also looked quite nervous, and suddenly found herself missing Fu Weiheng.
Throughout this journey, from being selected for the Semifinal to this moment, Fu Weiheng had always been patiently by her side, practicing with her day and night, providing guidance, and even quietly preparing for her performance.
Su Wan had seen all of this and kept it in her heart.
Fu Weiheng was someone who always did more than he said. From the moment their romantic relationship began until now, he had never expressed what he wanted or what he wished to do; he always accommodated her and thought of her first.
Now that she thought about it, it seemed she had never really done anything for him.
Time passed second by second until the second contestant finished their performance.
Su Wan took a deep breath. Once her emotions settled, she stood up, held her violin, and stepped toward the center of the stage one step at a time.
Sitting on the piano bench, even with a thousand people in the audience, she could spot him among the crowd at a glance.
He wore a dark suit with his buttons fastened neatly. His short hair remained tidy and fresh. His delicate face was partially obscured by shifting lights and shadows that made it hard to see his features clearly. Yet just sitting there highlighted his elegant and refined demeanor.
Su Wan knew that this competition did not solely belong to her.
It also belonged to his glory.
The bow fell, and the bright high notes of the Cello burst forth, resonating throughout the grand Concert Hall.
In this performance, she poured all her strength into it, almost using every note to express her current state of mind, transitioning from strong to weak and back again. Each rhythm and phrase contained the fruits of the efforts she and Fu Weiheng had made together during this time.
In this final round, Su Wan's performance left everyone in the audience in awe.
The championship was undoubtedly hers.
When the judges handed her the heavy trophy, Su Wan felt an immense sense of relief wash over her, as the tension in her mind instantly eased.
As she stepped off the stage, a swarm of Foreign Media Reporters who had been waiting backstage rushed toward her. Suddenly, more than ten microphones were thrust in front of Su Wan.
She wasn't very good at handling these situations; all she could think about was sharing this moment of joy and achievement with Fu Weiheng. But looking at the crowd of reporters blocking her way, she felt a sudden weakness in her hand that held the trophy.
"Suwan, can you tell me about your acceptance speech?"
Su Wan furrowed her brow helplessly, pondering for a long time before finally saying—
"No him, no me."
The reporters present were astonished. Just as they were curious about who the "him" Su Wan mentioned was, she caught sight of Fu Weiheng standing outside the crowd, looking particularly delighted.
His eyes sparkled with laughter, and upon realizing she saw him, he clapped twice and then opened his arms to welcome her back.
Feeling a rush of emotion, Su Wan squeezed through the crowd, clutching the trophy as she ran toward him and leaped into his embrace, laughing joyfully: "Neil, I did it."
Fu Weiheng wrapped his arms around her: "Well deserved, Guan Guan, you did it."
The group of reporters immediately turned their cameras around, and when they recognized the handsome man that Su Wan was holding onto, they suddenly realized he was the "him" she had mentioned.
A reporter who had previously attended Fu Weiheng's performance recognized him and discussed in disbelief with his companions. In an instant, almost all the reporters knew that the man before them was the famous mysterious Chinese violinist Neil Fu from Europe.
All the microphones quickly turned toward the man who never accepted interviews, Mr. Fu—
"Neil Fu? Are you the violinist Neil Fu?"
"When will you have another concert?"
"When is the next concert tour of the Hengyan Band?"
And also—
"What does Su Wan have to do with you?"
...
A series of questions followed.
As for these scattered inquiries, Fu Weiheng only answered one, which was—
"She is my wife."
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