In front of the black Steinway, the tall girl in the white wrought skirt has already brought the Dawn Sonata to its final climax.
Under the passionate continuous chords, the girl's tied hair trembled with her body.
finally.
The last moment in front of the piano when all her movements are prohibited.
Under the warm lamp, her slightly trembling shoulders were vaguely visible.
After a brief pause of a few seconds.
The girl stood up, walked slowly to the center of the stage, and bowed lightly.
Applause once again flooded the entire hall.
Leaving the stage from the other side, the girl with a cold face walked around and returned to her rest room.
As soon as he entered the door, he locked the door and threw off the shoes with roots under his skirt.
When I came to the mirror, I looked at the tall figure reflected in the mirror light and sighed softly.
"The eighth contestant in this round - Qin Jian, was recommended by the Quan Provincial Musicians Association."
"Designated piano, YamahCfx"
"He brought the following music"
"Beethoven Piano Sonata No. 8 in C minor"
"Instructor, He Jing"
The girl turned back to look at the screen hanging on the wall.
"It's really sad."
On the screen, the staff had just removed the Steinway, and a tall foreign old man rolled out another brand-new grand piano.
…
Somewhere in the auditorium, a woman who entered through a special passage had just taken her seat.
Then I saw a tall young man in white clothes and black pants walking out from the side of the stage.
"Well, not bad, I finally caught up." The woman whispered to herself.
The audience burst into applause.
…
on the stage.
Qin Jian counted the steps and adjusted his breathing.
Compared with the front of the hall with 500 people, the stage temperature in the hall with 800 people is higher.
As soon as he walked out of the side door of the sound mask, Qin Jian felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face.
'No wonder Duan Ran was sweating so much just now.'
"call."
Arriving at the center of the stage, Qin Jian kept a smile on his face, nodded his head in three directions toward the audience in a gentlemanly manner, then put his hands together and made a gesture of invitation towards the piano.
Then he bowed deeply.
I turned around and came to the piano, sat on the stool specially provided for the cxf piano, and adjusted my body position away from the piano.
Still out of habit, he took out a white handkerchief and wiped the keys carefully.
Under the warm light, the smile of the young man on the stage gradually faded.
His facial expression became focused.
Gradually the applause became louder and louder.
After wiping the keys, the boy carefully wiped his right hand.
"fu------"
After soothing his body for the last time, the boy loosened his sleeves and looked up at the black light on the soundboard of the piano.
His right hand gently crossed the back of his left hand.
The spatial background suddenly emerged.
….
"Sonata Collection"
As Qin Jian's mouth moved slightly, the ancient music in his backpack automatically opened.
piano Sonnta No.8 in C major ,op.13
Under the golden light, I looked at the exquisite title of Piano Sonata No. 8.
Qin Jian quickly went through the marked music charts in his mind.
"open"
The stage was completely quiet, and everyone looked curiously at the boy who had not moved on the stage.
Faintly, it seemed like he could see his mouth moving.
…
"Focused guidance"
"open"
"Grave, solemn"
Qin Jian moved.
But like a twilight old man, he dragged his heavy arms and slowly put his hands on the keys.
The moment you take a full breath and press the pedal.
It was like his whole body was pressed directly against the piano.
An ancient buzzing sound was summoned from the black and white place in the center of the stage.
Majesty, fortitude.
But not irritable.
Then two chords sounded.
Groups of slow chords were solemn, as if they were tangible in the dark golden hall.
Like the eloquent tone of a giant in a fairy tale.
There is no lingering sadness, only excitement.
Gradually, Qin Jian felt a sense of spaciousness in his chest.
"allegro"
…
"An incredible boy." In the judges' table, little Linzel frowned, as if he couldn't help himself from the emotions in the music. "It's completely different from Beethoven in the first performance."
“Where does the appeal in music come from?”
…
The row in front of little Linzel, near the middle.
Zhou Rong looked at the young man on the stage, the admiration in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.
The man sitting at the far end of the row is still unkempt. His eyes are wandering and he seems not to be on the young man on the stage. However, if you look closely, you can find that he is listening very seriously, as if he is trying hard to distinguish something in the voice.
.
"The sound of this CFX is a little different."
"Strings?"
"Or castanets?"
...
As the blood on the stage gradually cooled down.
The boy's facial cousin was much softer.
The second movement has begun.
"Adagio Cantabile."
The quiet and soothing rhythm. After the boy changed the angle of his fingers, the whole melody was slow and slow, like a gentle breeze, peaceful and comfortable.
And the music is deep.
See profundity again.
The left hand combined with the right hand's confession makes people want to stay in a certain moment.
….
A dressing room.
Duan Ran didn't change out of her one-piece dress, so she quietly leaned back on the chair and looked up at the big screen above her head.
Looking at the young man's gentle movements, she remembered a sentence Qin Jian had written down in his notebook.
'I believe that pathos is anything but sadness.'
At this moment, under the warm lamp, the healing Adagio also answered the doubts stored in her heart.
Every note flowing from the young man's fingers shone with a bright and dazzling light.
"His pathos is golden and warm"
…
"Well…"
"like."
…
Pathetic.
As one of Beethoven's piano pieces most familiar to amateur classical enthusiasts, the third movement is more familiar to more people.
The young man on the stage used his own hands to interpret the soft and friendly side of Beethoven's musical thoughts.
Qin Jian believes that pathos is by no means sadness.
Qin Jian believes that the more resolute a person is, the more fragile he will be.
In Qin Jian's mind, he was an unattractive little man from Dorne.
He hides the broadest world in his heart.
He gently put away his hand.
At the very end of the second movement, Qin Jian raised his hand.
With a sense of ritual, I gently closed my eyes.
"Rondo"
"speed"
"Touch strength"
Say three sentences silently.
The next second, both hands opened the keyboard horizontally.
The jumping fingers appeared in one leap.
The most classic melody line of the third movement of Pathetique.
Appeared.
Run, run quickly.
The clarity and smoothness of Yamahcfx are on full display at this moment.
No matter how subtle the handling is, it will not escape the sharp action of the hammer.
Feel the sound coming from the piano soundboard.
Qin Jian only felt a trembling feeling that continued to spread from the waist up.
A layer of fine goose bumps crawled out from his arms.
"Hold still."
Qin Jian took deep breaths frantically, every nerve on his hands.
The theme reappears, and under the guidance of the melody, the music becomes increasingly anxious and restless.
The stimulating notes of hormones are almost out of control in the final climax.
Feeling the almost uncontrollable hands and the coming end.
Qin Jian fiercely opened his arms and increased his body's range of movements.
The ten fingers struggled to the limit until the last moment.
Suddenly, the stage went silent.
It was as if the boy's rapid and restless breathing could be heard in the hall through the violent rise and fall of his body.
At this moment when most people thought the music was over,
Only seen.
The boy moved again.
He shrugged his shoulders, raised his hands and lowered his hands, and a series of descending and dense sound streams came out fiercely.
“Order it for me!!!!”
The young man smashed it down with both hands.
The cry belonging to Beethoven resounded throughout the Golden Hall.
....
For a long time, the sound lingered.
"Did you hear that?"
Qin Jian raised his head, with lights shining in the corners of his eyes, as if his sight traveled through time and space and landed on a holy place.