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Chapter 118 Semi-final Beethoven?

At the judges' table, most of the judges looked too calm and did not seem to be emotionally aroused by the music.

It was completely opposite to the warm atmosphere in the entire audience.

Soon, the judges had finished marking the scores.

"The second contestant to appear in this round - Cheng Sijia, recommended by the Wuhan Provincial Musicians Association"

"Designated piano, Steinway Model D"

"She will bring the following tracks"

"[Beethoven Sonata No. 12 in A flat major]"

"Instructor, Feng Qiushi"



"It's Steinway again, and Beethoven again."

"To be honest, I haven't listened to No. 12. I have little exposure to Beethoven's sonatas."

"No way." Qin Jian was a little surprised by Duan Ran's words. He turned around and made gestures with his hands, "That's it, big, big, big, big - big, big."

"Um...?"

A few seconds later.

"Big, big, big, big--" came from the big screen above the head.

"Yes, that's it."

Qin Jian said confidently.

The performer's posture is elegant, with small ups and downs, and the notes are like being slipped out when he raises his hand and turns his wrist. It is full of melancholy emotions, which coincides with the style of this piece.

The first theme has romantic lines. Under Beethoven's bold conception, this piece has taken a big step towards romance.

The first movement consists of a theme and seven variations.

It's a bit like the theme music of "Seven Words to Die".



The performance is coming to an end.

After the last group of sixteenth notes of the fourth plus octave in the right hand weakened, the girl raised her left hand and gently pressed the last extremely low A flat.

The lingering sound lingered over the stage.

Finally returned to the main vocal.

The whole song is over.

Applause breaks out.

"sounds so good."

This is the reaction of the vast majority of viewers.

Curtain bow.

"The third player to appear in this round is - Yuan Pengfei, recommended by the Guangzhou Musicians Association"

"Designated piano, Steinway Model D"

"He will perform the following pieces"

"[Beethoven Piano Sonata No. 22 in F major]"

"instructor..."





When the song ended, the audience applauded again.

"The fourth player to appear in this round is-Zhao Yinuo, recommended by Haishi Musicians Association"

"Designated piano, Steinway Model D"

"She will bring the following tracks"

"[Beethoven Piano Sonata No. 17 in D minor]"

"Instructor, Zhou Rong"

As the host finished speaking, Zhao Yinuo walked out from the side of the stage.

The confident steps make the aura particularly powerful.

"Ah, it's a storm"

"I know this song"

"Brother, I played this in my art test back then."



The warm applause was mixed with some voices from the audience.

Zhao Yinuo's appearance made every corner of the backstage pay attention to the stage.



on the stage

The girl who had already sat in front of the piano had adjusted her posture and placed her hands on the keys.

The black bandage on her left hand is still dazzling, blending into the dark grand piano.

Dressed in a black low-cut dress, she looks like the Queen of the Night at the center of the stage.

Raising his hands and lowering his fingers, a string of soft arpeggios flowed out, trying to soften the heavy atmosphere on the stage.

The next moment.

Without any warning, four sets of powerful musical intervals appeared "dang dang dang dang".

With the breath of riot, it tore open the almost calm sea surface.

storm.

Under the thick tone of Steinway, her sweep began.

In a dressing room.

Qin Jian looked at the girl on the screen who was opening and closing, and couldn't calm down in his heart. This way of dealing with it was completely different from Barum's silence and movement.

But it still carries the composer's strong sense of unyieldingness, and the stylistic interpretation also has a strong German-Austrian flavor.

Thinking back to the opponent's repertoire in the first two rounds, Chopin's Nocturne is OK, and the Will-O-Wisp is even more amazing.

"Tsk tsk."

Qin Jian clicked his lips and said subconsciously, "It's really good."

Duan Ran turned his head and blinked.

Looking at Qin Jian who looked like a pig, he asked softly: "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Um--"

Qin Jian was in the music the whole time and didn't notice the girl next to him. He just said "hmm" casually.

"oh."

"Then it's time for me to put on makeup. Can you go out this time?"

"Ah? It's so fast, isn't it time for Feng Ziyan to arrive?"



With the end of Zhao Yinuo's adagio in the second movement.

There was a 'click' sound of the door closing.

Classmate Qin Jian returned to the public area.

Look at the closed door.

"~".

The stage scene was broadcast live everywhere in the hall, and Qin Jian was preparing to find his next home.

Suddenly, a fat white man ran out in a panic from a side door, holding his pants in his left hand.

Seeing Qin Jian standing here, he hurriedly came over and asked repeatedly, "Hey, Qin Jian, have you seen a blue bag?"

"..." Looking at Feng Ziyan, who was wearing a white tuxedo, from close range, and seeing the other person holding up his pants with an anxious look on his face, Qin Jian held back his laughter, looked around, and then pointed to a corner under the stool not far away.

"Is that what you're talking about?"

Feng Ziyan turned his head and followed the direction of Qin Jian's finger, "Damn it, you're actually hiding here!"

He stepped forward to pick it up and rummaged through it. After taking out a pair of trouser belts, he threw the bag away and ran towards a door without looking back. "Thanks, buddy, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

!”

Looking at Feng Ziyan's back, he looked so familiar.

Qin Jian suddenly missed someone.

Then he shook his head vigorously and found a stool on the spot.

Listen to the scene.

As the applause fell.

"The fifth player to appear in this round - Feng Ziyan, recommended by the Yanjing Musicians Association."

"Designated piano, KawaiEX"

Why is this guy so stupid when put together with kawai?

Qin Qianqian raised his legs, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

"He will bring the following tracks."

"[Beethoven Piano Sonata No. 29 in D flat major]"

"Instructor, Wu Qing"



"Hammer Key Sonata."

For a moment, all Qin Jian could think of was complex rhythms, dense sound patterns, and highly skilled counterpoint...

"These guys are really better than each other..."

"I wonder if Duan Ran also signed up for Beethoven's sonatas."

"What is Fang Zongyao going to play again?"

"What is the origin of Qi Feng who suddenly appears in third place in the semi-finals?"

The first half of the concert was almost over, and it was almost like a concert dedicated to Mr. Pei’s works.

Listening to the symphonic first movement, Qin Jian was suddenly filled with thoughts.

There are only six places available.

"Hey." The young man sighed.

The opera hall separated by a wall is still quiet in the brilliant colors of the opera hall.

19:37

On the other side, the string competition has also come to an end, and the organizing committee is quickly tallying up the final results.

Nanshi.

Bihu Garden, Building 19, Room 1401.

In the living room, two figures, one large and one small, were sitting side by side on the sofa, watching the TV hanging on the wall.

"Sister, when will uncle come on stage?"

Next to the squealing child, a young woman raised her hands and gestured gently, her face full of tenderness.

"yeah!!"

Suddenly, a ball of hair jumped up from the side of the sofa.

"Meow~"

"Keyboard, get down!"

On TV, a chubby boy had his fingers flying

Although classical music is a niche in China, this huge Hua Yun Youth Music Competition has received a lot of attention.

It is different from the domestic Golden Bell Awards and Youth Singing Competition.

This competition, which purely focuses on "classical music and young people" as its core content, has entered the public eye for the first time in China.

Coupled with the increasing popularity of the topic of music art exams year after year, many families also watch the live broadcast of the competition during this prime time slot.

for example.

"Hurry up, hurry up, my son will be here soon, are you still in the mood to wash the dishes?"

"Come on, come on," an ordinary middle-aged man wiped his hands with an apron, quickly walked out of the kitchen, came to the living room, sat on a small chair next to the sofa, and moved his eyes to the TV.

"This is Beethoven's Dawn Sonata. I have practiced it before."

quite a while.

"This girl plays really well," the man said.

"Don't tell me, he looks decent," the woman said.

From a family in Yangcheng who was watching the 15th set of China Television.


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