After the meal, the two siblings parted at the entrance of the Grand Theater.
Rather than a mammoth symphony, Qin Jian wanted to quietly listen to a soothing piano solo concert tonight.
As a special reward for the twelfth place.
Have a relaxing night.
Of course, regulating his emotions was not the focus of his trip. To put it bluntly, it was all about being the protagonist of tonight's concert.
Barumbo, as a living pianist, this old man is probably the best interpreter of Beethoven.
Although this small circle sneers at the phrase "so-and-so plays so-and-so" is the best, this does not hinder Qin Jian's thoughts and does not deny the Beethoven played by other musicians.
,but--
"Who doesn't have an idol?"
Standing at the entrance of the hall, looking at the poster hanging on the wall, the old man was holding the piano, his small eyes shining with wisdom.
Qin Jian was a little happy.
With his contestant ID, Qin Jian received a ticket and easily entered the main hall.
As soon as you enter the door, you feel a warm feeling. Compared with the cold outside, the mood in the hall relaxes a lot.
Although there are still 45 minutes before the concert starts, the seating rate in the entire concert hall is already quite high.
At first glance, it was almost half full.
28 seats in 9 rows.
Looking at the number on the ticket, Qin Jian quickly found a row of empty seats.
The viewing angle of the stage here is excellent. Although it is not in the center of the seats, you can see the entire stage completely.
In addition, both the front and back rows were temporarily vacant, which made Qin Jian have to suspect that this was a position specially arranged for people related to the competition.
Beautiful.
Leaning back on the chair, feeling the dry and warm air in the hall, the comfortable young man slowly took out his mobile phone.
"no signal…"
Looking at the upper right corner of the screen with no signal bar, Qin Jian silently put on his phone and took out the music score from his backpack.
Under the noisy concert hall, the young man was wearing headphones and holding a heavy book. Looking from a distance, the whole person looked a bit strange.
…
As time passed, there were fewer and fewer empty seats in the hall.
The young man was so focused on reading that he didn't even notice that the place around him was gradually filling up with people.
'Even today, the concerto is still a musical genre full of infinite possibilities. For every composer, its temptation is indescribable.'
What the author wants to express is probably the real composer.
Qin Jian curled his lips and continued to look down.
'I like the sound of traditional instruments, but frankly speaking, we all know that today's performance is very different from the style of the 18th and 19th centuries. Even the solo instrument piano itself is evolving, and the performance skills required are also different today.
It's not what it used to be. As for the expressiveness of various positions in the orchestra, it's even more different now.'
"The sound of traditional musical instruments is no longer the same as it was a hundred years ago. This is the inevitable result of the development of the times."
'And these changed parts have always led the development trend of this piano concerto...'
'It will also mean for...'
broken.
Suddenly seeing the torn corner of the page, Qin Jian was angry and anxious.
Who the hell is so wicked?
And what does this mean?
"At the same time, this will mean that everyone, including the piano soloist, conductor, and even the concerto members, will face greater challenges."
"If I remember correctly, it should be like this."
As soon as the boy took off his headphones, he heard a not fluent but extremely clear voice coming from beside him.
In shock, he quickly turned sideways and found that many people were already sitting around him.
The voice just now came from the old man sitting next to me on the left.
The old man wore a gray fisherman's hat, with a few stray pieces of gray hair peeking out from under the brim. He had a square face with wrinkles, but he looked very energetic.
Seeing Qin Jian's surprised look, the old man hurriedly picked up his fisherman hat and nodded apologetically.
Standard Chinese pronunciation, "Sorry."
Such a familiar face.
After Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, he searched hard in his mind.
The next second.
A name suddenly flew out of my mind
"Seiji Kobayashi!"
Qin Jian was a little excited, but he still lowered his voice deliberately, "You are the commander Xiaolin."
Although they often see each other in the audio and video materials of various concerts, and even in the first two games, this is the first time for Qin Jian to have such close contact.
The old man who took off his formal attire and no makeup is indeed quite different from his image on stage.
At this moment, there was no aura on the podium, and he looked completely like an ordinary old man.
"Hello." Qin Jian had great respect for this old man in his heart.
"You're welcome," the old man said with a smile, pointing to the book in Qin Jian's hand and gesturing with his thumb, "I never read such a book when I was young."
"ah…"
Qin Jian was a little confused about the way people from R country praised others, but he was still shocked just because the old man could casually add the contents of the incomplete pages of the book.
One, this is a Chinese book.
Second, this is just a shabby Chinese translation of thousands of music scores.
Qin Jian didn't have time to react, so the old man continued: "You don't need to read the previous parts. I suggest you start with the string score, then look at the woodwinds, and after looking at the percussion, look at the brass part. If you are interested, finally
You can look at the command part again.”
Qin Jian nodded while thanking him, and when he closed the book, he peeked at the author again.
'Osigira'
Once again, I was sure that this was not the other person's work, and I was even more impressed.
This amazing storage of music scores, for him, is probably just a version of the Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini in his memory.
With three bells ringing in the hall.
"There are still fifteen minutes left before the concert starts. Audiences who have not yet entered the venue are asked to enter with their tickets and take their seats."
"In order to maintain order in the venue, children under 1.2 meters tall are not allowed to enter."
"It will affect your enjoyment of the performance, please put your mobile phone in silent mode..."
…
“The cert….”
The speakers throughout the concert hall recalled the prompts.
An old man and a young man all sat up.
"Every detail of Barumbo's performance is worthy of your attention, but try not to be limited to a certain phrase. Try to let your ears record the process as completely as possible."
The old man stared at the stage intently, his eyes a little brighter, "Please give it a try."
The words were obviously meant for him, which made Qin Jian even more excited about the upcoming concert.
"Thank you for your advice." Qin Jian also looked at the stage and said softly.
"No, no, it's just a personal suggestion. It's not really a guide at all."
The old man pondered for a moment, his tone full of respect: "You have a great teacher."
It's just that Qin Jian didn't have time to respond to the old man's words.
"Sorry, I borrowed it for a moment."
"Sorry, I borrowed it for a moment."
Two slightly familiar, cold female voices suddenly came from the corridor.
Qin Jian subconsciously looked sideways
Under the dim light, the girl looked here with a hint of surprise.
"No. 30, row 9?"
Qin Jian asked subconsciously, his hand having moved to the backpack next to him on the right.
…
"Um."
As the girl nodded, the stage not far away gradually lit up.