"The last player to appear in this round - Fang Zongyao"
"Recommended by the Organizing Committee of Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition."
"He will bring the following tracks"
"[Liszt's Technique Etudes, Mazeppa.Presto]"
"Instructor Fu Hua."
…
"Is that so?"
Qin Jian turned his head slightly and squinted at the center of the last row of judges' seats.
"Fang Zongyao turned out to be a student of the old dean."
As the announcement sounded.
The atmosphere in the hall became a little restless.
While the contestants were sitting at the table, a young man stood up slowly, dressed in a black tuxedo and meticulous.
Under the eyes of everyone, he walked gracefully towards the stage.
bow.
Then he came and sat down in front of the piano.
After adjusting the position of the piano bench, I also took out a handkerchief.
Under the warm lamp, the young man's expression was full of tranquility, and he was staring deeply ahead. He only had one hand holding a handkerchief and wiping it back and forth on the keys.
Under the hazy light and shadow, it gradually seems as if the whole person and the piano have become one.
The audience in the audience waited quietly.
The young man finally polished the keys to a degree that he was satisfied with, put away the handkerchief, and then placed his hands on the piano. After a few gestures back and forth, he finally fixed the position, with the distance between his hands about three octaves.
"Mazeppa"
“allegro”
The boy's lips moved slightly.
A moment.
With all five fingers spread out, one hand spans ten degrees across the treble range.
His arms dropped sharply.
Both hands grabbed the keyboard at the same time, and then immediately retracted the action, leaving their hands suspended in mid-air.
'despair!'
An extremely harsh diminished seventh chord appeared and disappeared with a short sound effect.
silence.
The gap of one and a half beats was very short, and the young man exhaled and inhaled in a short time, and then he grabbed and retracted his hands.
'despair'
The toccata-like transitive sentence is heard again.
‘Ta’ ‘Ta’ ‘Ta’…
Repeating the same body movements, the gaps between groups of chords become shorter and shorter, and the sounds become lower and lower.
The boy's movements became lighter and lighter, until the last set of chords ended, and half of his body almost climbed onto the piano.
'despair--'
The last chord and arpeggio fell, and the young man stopped his hands.
The entire stage fell silent again.
In less than ten seconds, the entire concert hall was no longer a stage for the competition.
The atmosphere was completely like a wonderful concert scene.
The performer on the stage uses the dialogue between his body and the piano to attract every face in the audience.
The man on the far left side of the first row of the judges' bench, who had been dozing, also slowly sat up.
Looking at the young man with a vigorous body on the stage, his originally distracted eyes slightly focused and the corner of his mouth moved.
"Colorful."
The boy on the stage moved again.
He raised his hands and moved the bass area at the far left end of the piano keys, and his fingers began to flow densely.
From flow to roll.
From scrolling, I can no longer see the movements of my fingers.
The state of the player's fingers can only be inferred through the increasingly weird and dense scales.
The moment the high note reaches its peak, it falls rapidly in a matter of seconds.
When-when-
A set of strong tragic chords stirred up the entire musical image under Liszt's unique big jump - Matjepa.
The leader of the legendary Cossacks.
"semper"
The young man leaned up, then leaned down again, crossing his hands like a virtuoso and jumping wildly in various sound areas.
The wanton sound of the piano is like a restless wild horse.
Rampant on this golden prairie.
Wherever it goes, it boils instantly.
Matjepa.
The fourth of Liszt's super etudes is one of the two most popular pieces along with Will-O-Wisp, and its difficulty is definitely not as difficult as Will-O-Wisp.
Double-sonic running, super long jumps, several variations of different parts, and super endurance requirements, these daunting piano skills have discouraged countless players who have tried to pick up sheet music, and there are many performers among them.
"Terrible young man."
The old man sitting on the left side of the last row, who had almost never spoken, stared at the stage and kept shaking his head, his brown pupils shaking up and down.
a long time.
As the theme of the music in his ears changed again, the old man gradually breathed a sigh of relief.
"to"
The boy's movements on the stage became sluggish, and his expression was no longer passionate.
The soothing feeling between the eyebrows is also in the music.
The tone and tone were transferred to the inner voice.
It seems to come out lyrically in a beautiful and peaceful state.
The big arpeggio in the young man's left hand takes on a certain vitality under the double notes in his right hand.
The hall is no longer restless.
Each note in the air turned into blue elves, flying around each ear.
The breath of freedom is like the grass in the mud after the war.
Flowing unrestrainedly, with unbroken ideals.
Elegant sadness, quiet sadness.
The complex contradictory emotions are just like Liszt's life, with heavy snow falling in the darkness, using the piano king's most splendid skills to write chapters of love and hate, just like the deep imprint of fireworks in the air.
As brilliant as a classical letter.
Qin Jian didn't have time to wipe the corners of his eyes.
The melody changes again.
"Moderto"
The music became lighter.
The boy's hands rose and fell again.
Tireless fingers are already swaying on the thorny road leading to the Arc de Triomphe.
The music became more magnificent, and the golden light in the entire hall seemed to become more magnificent.
Under the golden light, the boy's undulating figure became clearer and clearer, with the theme reappearing in the black and white crocheted square inches.
…
The audience in the audience breathed more and more rapidly.
The young man on the stage pointed his fingers more and more slowly.
…
‘when’
‘when’
‘when’
‘When————’
The last set of high-pitched and loud chords were like golden trumpets of victory, hovering at the top of the concert hall for a long time.
Until natural death.
…
it's over.
The boy's hands retracted from the piano.
He stood up and came to the center of the stage with a smile on his face, confident and calm.
It's more like bending down at the end of the curtain, with the swallowtail behind him floating under the golden light, making it particularly conspicuous.
Waves of applause sounded at this scene.
Qin Jian's pupils trembled violently. After a long time, he let out a breath.
In the corner of the seat, Zhao Yinuo looked at the piano complicatedly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Duan Ran's eyes were surprisingly not on the stage. After the music ended, she, like someone before, cast her eyes towards the middle of the last row of judges' seats.
Feng Ziyan curled his lips and reluctantly raised his hands.
At this time, the slightly immature faces in the contestant seats were looking at the stage with various expressions, as if they suddenly realized something.
‘Recommendation by the Organizing Committee’
‘Fu Hua’s students’
Under the spotlight, the boy's dual identity seemed to begin to ferment at this moment, injecting a different color flavor into the sad atmosphere of the stage.
At this moment, the same powerful and majestic voice sounded in the hall.