Qin Jian, who thought he was handsome, slapped the pen on the keys with a 'pop' sound, and then unfolded the music score in front of him with both hands.
"Um--"
Looking at the fruits of half an afternoon's work, I couldn't help but want to brag about myself.
The originally clearly visible legato lines and expression marks have become indistinguishable under the densely packed small letters and annotations.
This is probably a piece of music that only he can understand.
Being able to remember every note in the score does not mean that you can imprint every performance detail in your mind, let alone the modified part of the processing method.
In order to correct his inertial performance, Qin Jian had to clearly mark every place that needed attention.
In order to remind yourself, ‘the ring finger in this place needs to be stronger or the wrist needs to be more relaxed’ and so on.
After putting away the music score, Qin Jian left the piano store.
Six hours of practice time is over.
Next, we have to go to the Grand Theater to complete the last task of the day.
Submit Information.
Just when Qin Jian was hesitating on the side of the road with his cell phone, the phone suddenly rang.
‘Liao Linjun.’
Looking at the call note, I quickly picked up the phone.
"Sister Lin Jun." Qin Jian held the phone to his ear.
"Did you see the message I sent you? You didn't even reply to me. Have you surrendered?"
A familiar voice came from the phone, speaking very quickly.
But Qin Jian was a little confused, what text message, "Ah...?"
"Stop, I'll go check your short message records later." There was a pause on the phone, "The information form hasn't been submitted yet, right?"
"Not yet, I was just about to call you." Qin Jian said.
"Has the third round of music been decided?"
"Sadness."
"What about round four?"
Qin Jian hesitated for a moment, but only for a moment, "Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini."
"Huh?" a confused voice came on the phone.
"Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini." Qin Jian repeated again.
…
This time, the phone fell into silence.
After a while, Lin Jun's hesitant voice sounded, "Are you...sure?"
Qin Jian didn't think too much, "Yeah."
"Okay," there was a slight cough on the phone, "Listen, for the third round, you can choose between Steinway D and YamahCFX. The opera hall of the Grand Theater has a metal mesh design on the wall. The sound bounces off the metal mesh to form a
In a polygonal listening space, the reverberation will last one to two seconds longer than in a general concert hall.”
The man on the phone took a breath and continued.
"The Steinway D is thick, the single notes have depth and the chords are powerful, and it is suitable for your work."
"The sound of CFX is clean, the timbre is smooth, and the sound is not muddy even when running fast. It is suitable for this hall."
"This is my suggestion for your reference. From a competition perspective, I personally prefer cfx."
The phone went quiet.
"Thank you, Sister Lin Jun, I understand." Qin Jian had already made a choice in his heart.
"It goes without saying if you are polite. In addition, I have watched the videos of your two rounds of competition and there are no problems. Don't worry about your ranking in the second round. Just enjoy the rest of the competition."
"Thank you, Sister Lin Jun." Qin Jian thanked him again.
"As for the fourth round -" the other side of the phone seemed to be thinking, and after about five or six seconds, "Choose the Steinway."
As for the reason, Liao Linjun did not say another word.
On the phone, the master and apprentice in another sense chatted for a few more words.
"Wait a minute, Sister Lin Jun, I have already told you the fourth round of music. Can you tell me about your surprise?" Qin Jian suddenly remembered the conversation between the two on the second floor of the Coffee Table Piano Hall one day.
"Ha~"
A chuckle sounded first on the phone, and then came a faint voice.
"Come on Qin Jian."
"Get the tickets for the final first."
…
In front of the Grand Theater office building.
Qin Jian had been standing here with the phone for about five minutes. When he hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, it was exactly five o'clock, and there were still thirty minutes before the deadline for information submission.
Arriving at office 3007 with ease.
At this time, there were only two staff members in Ruoda's office.
After Qin Jian presented his ID card and competition certificate, the staff handed him a form again.
Without much thought.
The young man picked up the pen and filled it out directly.
The third round of repertoire: ‘Beethoven Piano Sonata No. 8’ ‘Composer Beethoven’ ‘Opus No. 13’
Designated piano: ‘YamahCFX’
The fourth round of repertoire: ‘Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini’, ‘Composed by Rachmaninov’, ‘Opus No. 43’
Regarding the band's options, Qin Jian is the default. Under the current situation, we can only choose the default options provided by the organizer.
"Thank you, sorry for your trouble."
After handing the form to the staff, Qin Jian left the office.
While humming a lighthearted tune, Qin Jian walked out of the office building door.
A 'brake' sound.
A black high-end car with Hua A.44444 parked in front of the office building.
"This license plate number..."
Before he could praise the car owner's taste, Qin Jian was startled when he saw the young man getting out of the back door of the car.
Obviously judging from the look the other party cast, he was a little surprised at such an encounter.
The two looked at each other and saw the other person nodding slightly toward him. Qin Jian felt strange, but he nodded in response.
It was a simple greeting.
Passed by.
The young man entered the office building, Qin Jian walked around the car and walked towards the theater door.
Walking at a brisk pace all the way.
"This guy Fang Zongyao feels pretty good."
….
Next.
In the evening, after having dinner, the two siblings took a long walk along the street in front of the hotel, and finally took the subway back.
During this period, Qin Jian explained the status of his piano practice and his phone call with Liao Linjun, which finally made He Jing completely relieved.
He Jing sent a message to the leaders of Boer Art School, conveying their great appreciation for Qin Jian and hoping that he would continue to work hard.
Qin Jian:…
What can be said?
…
Back in the house, Qin Jian took out the music scores he had compiled in the afternoon and spread them out on the bed.
It took me an hour to sort out the contents marked in the afternoon again.
Then he washed and lay down.
Practicing the piano is a physical job, plus two hours of driving on the road at night.
At this moment, classmate Qin Jian could not help but cheer.
He still needs to rest early today.
I looked at my phone and saw that some classmates’ information appeared on Penguin.
The sending time is shown today.
The contents of the messages are all similar. They are all non-nutritious messages such as "Awesome, brother key" and "Fuck you, come on". They basically have no connotation and they don't look like fat people at all.
However, Qin Jian politely replied one by one, and then took the initiative to send a message to 'Three Hundred Jin Smile': "Are you okay?"
Among the many messages, there is also a message about Ye Yi, which is a video of Ye Taotao playing the piano.
Qin Jian opened it, listened, pointed out some questions, and asked if Nanshi was cold, and then put the phone aside.
He adjusted to a comfortable position and closed his eyes.
tomorrow is a new day.
…
Yangcheng.
Hongtai Community, Building 19, 2-402.
In the bedroom, a young couple sat by the bedside.
"Qin Gang, can you tell me if we don't go tomorrow?"
The woman's voice sounded a little hesitant, "What if..."
"Okay, okay, don't worry when Jingjing is here."
The man said, turning off the bedside lamp, lying down, and sighed softly, "Don't worry."
"It's okay, bastard."
The night is already deep.
The woman's even breathing looked particularly calm in the dark night.
It's just that the man was looking out the window in a daze and refused to fall asleep.