In the dark hall of Fuge Bar, there is still a cold smell of oak barrels as always.
It's just that there is a hint of ice powder in the air, and the extremely fast and smooth melody of Chopin's B-flat minor Prelude gives people a cold and moist feeling.
When breathing, the mind feels particularly comfortable and relaxed.
There were fewer people in the bar than last time.
There are no longer any young people sitting around the central bar. The young bartender is leaning on the bar, looking back and forth between the two tables.
There are only two tables of customers in the fuge bar tonight.
Qin Jian was at the third table, plus the little old foreign man who was playing the piano on the back stage.
There are no more than 7 people in the entire bar.
After ordering a glass of iced Americano for 88 yuan, Qin Jian came to the corner where he sat last time again.
This position allows you to clearly see every detail on the stage.
On the small stage, the old man sat in front of the piano and played a finger game as if playing.
Feel the music in your ears.
Qin Jian secretly admired it. Even in serious concerts, such gorgeous and clear timbre was rare.
At least from Qin Jian's level of appreciation.
It also reminded him of the unkempt man who played Scarlatti the last time he came.
"This is indeed a magical place," Qin Jian smiled in his heart.
He had never met Shen Qingci before.
If there was no introduction session for the judges at the Huayun competition, he would never have guessed that the slovenly man in front of the piano in the bar and the person with a strong aura in the judges' table were the same person.
....
At this moment, I felt someone walking next to me.
Qin Jian raised his head and squinted his eyes. Under the shadow of the light, looking at the man's smiling face, an almost uncontrollable strong strange feeling hit his heart.
The figure that just flashed in my mind appeared before my eyes.
Shen Qingci!
...
"Hello, Qin Jian."
The man's gentle expression at this time was completely different from the deep expression in front of the piano and the indifference at the judges' table. "Can I sit here?", the man pointed to the empty seat next to the table.
"Hello, Teacher Shen."
Qin Jian felt a little out of place for a moment and was about to get up subconsciously.
But the man reached out and gently pressed his shoulders, "Relax."
"Duan Ran said that you are not a reserved person."
"Well."
In shock, the man sat opposite him.
Shen Qingci: "Are you from Nanshi?"
Qin Jian: "Yes."
Shen Qingci: "Teacher Lin, is he in good health?"
Qin Jian: "Are you talking about Teacher Lin Jiahui? He looks pretty good."
Shen Qingci: "It was a long time ago when I last saw him in Nanshi. Time flies so fast."
...
At this time, the music in my ears has switched to soothing nocturne.
One big and one small, looking at the old and the old on the stage.
They chatted wordlessly.
But what is obvious is that compared to the awkward atmosphere ten minutes ago.
It's much better now.
"You played very well in last night's competition. After coming down, many judges were discussing your performance." Shen Qingci raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the direction of the bar, then turned to look at Qin Jian, "What will you play in the finals?"
Is it convenient to disclose?"
Qin Jian didn't think much about it, "Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini."
Hearing Qin Jian's answer, Shen Qingci was stunned for a moment, then smiled and sighed, "La Shi..."
After pondering for a moment, he said, "I don't know if you have rehearsed this piece with the band before, but the next time you rehearse, be sure to communicate more with the concertmaster in addition to the conductor."
After an afternoon of reading scores, Qin Jian determined that Shen Qingci's suggestion was absolutely necessary. The entire composition and the violin part were of vital importance in the entire concerto.
"Thank you for your suggestion," Qin Jian glanced at the other party with a hint of gratitude, paused, "I have another question to ask you about co-arranging with the orchestra."
Shen Qingci smiled and said, "You say."
"How to coordinate the volume relationship between the piano and the various instruments in the orchestra under the same theme melody? How should I deal with the strength and weakness of multiple instruments coming together at the same time?"
Qin Jian was a little embarrassed. After all, it was just the first time he talked to the other party. In fact, he didn't even know him.
But this problem has been bothering him all afternoon. During the process of reading the score, he found that in the same section, the scores of dozens of instruments were marked with mf "medium strong" or even f "strong".
At this time, the piano is only labeled as "medium weak", but the piano melody appears with an obvious theme and needs to be highlighted.
In this way, contradictions arise.
If in order to highlight the existence of the lead piano and increase the playing intensity and change mp to mf or even f, this will inevitably cover up the sounds of other instruments, thus destroying the composer's intention. If played according to the score, the piano
How to coordinate this problem?
As a pianist who has been active on the international stage, Shen Qingci must have quite a wealth of experience.
Qin Jian waited.
Shen Qingci, on the other hand, looked a little strange, with a hint of surprise in his expression, "Have you read the band score?"
Qin Jian nodded.
Shen Qingci also nodded, raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the direction of the bar.
Then he turned around and softly uttered one word.
"listen."
"listen?"
"listen."
...
In the bar, Chopin's various works were played one after another. Some were played only halfway before cutting off, and some were adapted with a jazz flavor by the old man in front of the piano.
An hour passed.
There are still only three tables of customers in the bar.
The bartender never left the bar except for giving Qin Jian another glass of juice on the table.
"So, the answer to this question is much more complicated than this question, but I have to say, you are really good."
"thank you."
During the discussion with Shen Qingci, Qin Jian heard many unheard terms. The other party not only explained and analyzed the questions he raised from the role of a pianist, but also analyzed more about the questions from the perspective of a conductor and even a percussionist.
The relationship between the concerto and the lead.
Erudite, steady, gentle and patient.
Beneath his unkempt appearance, this man really has the most sensitive heart for music. Why did such a person suddenly disappear before the finals of the competition?
"Qin Jian."
"Huh?" Qin Jian was stunned when he heard his name.
Shen Qingci took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, and lit it.
moment.
“Are the 1900 wall paintings in the coffee table and piano room still there?”
"Wha...what?"
Qin Jian wasn't sure if he heard correctly.
At this time, the music in the hall switched to Chopin's Puppy Waltz.
The outer door of the bar was pushed open with a click.