In the extended coda of the first movement, the story, with its unfinished confession, moves from dullness to silence.
The old man on the stage raised his head slightly.
Under the light, the old man's blue pupils seemed to hide a calm sea.
Tranquil.
‘Tempest’
‘Adagio, Adagio’
The music started playing again.
The warm major triad, under the arpeggio legato, is like a gentle sea breeze blowing gently.
Gives people peace.
The originally conflicting and uneasy emotions in the hall returned to the embrace of nature in the baptism of this sound stream.
Full of kindness, it is soothing.
Feeling the most straightforward statement in music, Qin Jian gradually forgot where he was.
Qin Jian clung to the last trace of sanity in this ridiculously romantic melody.
"Is this a classic romance?"
Simplicity with plenty of emotion, rigorous but not rigid
There is always a small echo, a short pause, which will leave people with endless aftertaste.
Qin Jian has never heard such a recitation-like performance.
It was no longer possible to analyze music in isolation from its form structure. In a daze, the reappearance of a new theme made him unsure whether he had forgotten something in the connecting paragraph just now.
However, this was just a fleeting thought, variations on the theme had already sounded.
The music always maintains tranquility.
Just when there was a slight wave in the atmosphere on the stage, there was a low sound——
The last sound seemed to drift away with the sea breeze and disappear at the deepest end of the sea.
‘Second movement, end’
On the stage, Barumbo put away his hands.
His movements were slow, with a sense of struggle.
Qin Jian's back gently leaned on the back of the chair, which relieved the fatigue in his neck.
He didn't move during the roughly eight-minute second movement.
But his eyes still didn't leave the piano.
He was worried that he would miss every move of the old man even if he took a breath.
It's not sudden.
Barumbo's hands were still clenched, but under the eyes of the audience, they opened again in an instant.
Qin Jian only saw a pair of large hands that could span twenty-four degrees across the piano, covering the entire alto range.
then.
Bablon's hands began to move.
His movements were no longer gentle, and the blue in his eyes became darker.
Alternate left and right hands, with an accelerating expression.
The melody can no longer be calm.
The atmosphere in the entire hall gradually became surging under the influence of the stage.
From the fluctuations at the end of the second movement to the inconsistent coordination of the old man's limbs, Qin Jian felt that it only took him one breath to do it.
However, in this time that cannot be measured by length, the music has made a perfect transition to the third movement.
‘Tempest’
‘Allegretto’
The flowing sixteenth notes in 3/8 beat come to you with the passion of the sea.
The surging delicacy can be magnified from every detail of the melody.
"This is real technology."
From a purely auditory perspective, Qin Jian could no longer tell whether the waist was used as the fulcrum or the pushing point of force in Barum's performance.
But there is nothing to say about the natural sound quality that seems to have been refined over time.
"True Master."
Judging from the internal arrangement of the performance of the third movement, although the key modulations are frequent and the color of the entire music is mainly minor, each motive that foreshadows the theme is very clear.
But Qin Jian did not focus on a certain detail or a certain sentence, but consciously turned his ears behind him to listen.
Listen to the chorus of voices hovering over the entire hall.
By constantly adjusting the focus of the ear, the originally dense and compact notes are slowly stretched out.
Each and every small motive in the music was no longer just clearly visible, Qin Jian even heard their direction.
It seems to be heading somewhere.
"Not even close."
It's still a little bit worse, but Qin Jian feels that he tried his best.
Just turn on the focus guidance.
As the music progressed with increasing excitement, Barum's intense emotions overwhelmed the boy's thinking ability in the blink of an eye.
Manic?
The young man, led by his emotions, left himself one last question.
In the surging hall, amid the increasingly fierce melody conflict, for just a moment, nothing was left.
A final sound that is not even a final sound cuts through the sky like a cloud-piercing arrow.
Storm, annihilation in D.
"Piano Sonata No. 17" in D minor, Tempest, the whole song ends.
The golden hall has warm light, as if the sun is shining at this moment.
The calm after the storm, with hope and peace
The old man on the stage raised his head slightly again, and at the moment when his pupils expanded and contracted, he took a deep breath.
He loosened his cuffs again and stood up holding the piano.
The moment he stood up, thunderous applause broke out.
…
"very nice."
Muttering, Qin Jian clapped vigorously.
Although there is one more little question mark remaining in my mind, it remains pure at this moment and is dedicated to the performer’s most sincere praise.
Barumbo bowed and left the stage to applause.
But Qin Jian was still clapping his hands vigorously, his pious eyes seemed to be holding back this scene, but also looking forward to the next scene.
It's just that he didn't notice the gaze cast by the girl beside him at all.
A dark sitting room.
Looking at the stars under the corners of the young man's eyes, Duan Ran's heart twitched, and for some reason he was moved.
"Hello…"
…
…
"Please enjoy Beethoven's Sonata No. 23"
….
"It's passion!"
"I have never practiced passion."
"I haven't practiced either."
…
…
"Please enjoy "Piano Sonata No. 14"
…
"Have you ever noticed that Barumbo's touch always seems so light?"
"Yeah, my teacher always says that I use my right hand too hard."
"No, I can't tell."
"real."
…..
Beethoven's classics one after another, from Storm to Passion, from Passion to Moonlight, three complete sonatas plus a few sketches.
At the end of the entire concert, after the encore of "Jasmine Flower".
Barumbo's solo concert ended completely.
Many enthusiastic audience members cheered loudly and rushed to the backstage after the performance.
It is worth mentioning here that it is too common to take photos with foreign masters after such a concert.
"Aren't you going to take a photo?"
"Why don't you go?"
As the audience stood up one after another, the one old and two young people in the nine rows of three seats also stood up.
Little Linzel seemed to have just stepped out of the last Chinese classic, "It's really incredible music."
With that said, he turned around, ready to say something, when he suddenly saw Duan Ran behind Qin Jian, his small eyes suddenly widened, "Ha, it turns out there is a great little guy hiding there."
After seeing the old man's face clearly under the brim of his hat, Duan Ran realized that the old man sitting on Qin Jian's left side was Xiao Linzell.
"Hello!" He quickly and gently bowed to the other party.
"You're welcome," the old man said with a smile. He looked at his watch, leaned over to pick up the program sheet on the ground and stuffed it into his pocket. "I look forward to your better performance in the next game." As he said this, he said deeply.
He glanced at Qin Jian, turned around and left with a smile.
…
Outside the gate of Zhongshan Concert Hall.
The big screen was still on, and young men and women came out of the gate side by side and happened to pass by.
"Today's concert was really great."
"yes."
Keep walking forward.
"Where are you going?" the boy asked.
"I have to go back to the hotel, it's a bit late."