The Scandinavian mood with strong Nordic folk music color is filling the entire rest room.
Under the vast mountains, the dense forests are fresh and beautiful.
The sound of the piano is fierce but delicate, and on the screen, the girl plays with ups and downs as always.
"despair."
There was a crisp lighter sound.
Qin Jian looked at the faint flames, but did not light the cigarette at the corner of his mouth.
The fire is Fatty's fire, and the smoke is the box of Yellow Crane Tower that Fatty left on the table in the dormitory.
The day Qin Jian finished cleaning the 416 dormitory and left, he kept the fireworks in his bag.
At this moment, it was finally taken out for ‘emergency’.
This guy must already know about his participation in this competition.
I don’t know if I will lie down in front of the TV and watch it for a while.
"Hey hi."
With a sigh, Qin Jian took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and threw the lighter aside.
"I don't know how this guy has been preparing recently."
This will soon be the art exam season again.
I wonder where the fat man will go?
...
Where are you going?
Return to Yanjing Institute, return to your alma mater?
Or consider going to the south next week, as the dean said?
Or go to the Western music mecca that you have always dreamed of?
All this seems to be no longer a problem for me now.
Judging from the selection system of the Huayun Competition, the thirty seed players recommended by music associations from all over the country basically represent the highest level of domestic players under the age of 18.
Sitting on the judges' bench are top-notch people at home and abroad, including conductors, performers, and educators. Each judge's identity is not simple.
In an arena where the competition pressure is so high, those who are left behind in the end are all the ones that are the best in a million.
Fang Zongyao, Zhao Yinuo, and Feng Ziyan, these three are all hot young pianists in China in the future.
Although the names of Qi Feng and Duan Ran have never been heard before, their third place in the semi-finals and first place in the semi-finals are enough to prove their strength.
But at this moment, I am standing in such a queue, competing with them for the final honor.
It also seems to prove from the side that his professional level has reached a certain level.
Even when He Jing asked herself in the morning, her tone of voice had a sense of matter-of-factness.
Qin Jian pondered.
After a long time, he sighed deeply.
But is this really the case?
At this moment, a harsh piano chord sounded from the orchestra. The piano sound paused for a second, and then the brass part of the entire orchestra suddenly increased the volume at this moment.
"Zhao Yinuo mispronounced it."
Qin Jian suddenly raised his head, "And there is no end to this position."
Zhao Yinuo never made any mistakes in the three rounds.
In the last round of the finals, when the music had finished most of the way, the wrong notes got stuck.
Although the young conductor on the stage came to the rescue immediately, increasing the power and speed of waving his arms.
The musicians in the orchestra also understood and emphasized their own volume.
But even so.
Nor can we cover up the mistakes of the girl at the piano.
However, the girl on the screen has resumed her normal performance, and her intoxicated state seems not to have been affected at all.
After a brief interlude.
Zhao Yinuo successfully completed the third movement "Solemn Andante" with great difficulty.
The song ends.
Applause rang out, joining hands with the young conductor.
The curtain call came to her Huayun Competition
She bowed calmly, still looking as confident and proud as when she first took the stage.
'Applause - applause -'
...
In another lounge, Fang Zongyao also clapped softly, but his eyes looking at the screen were full of regret.
After making such a serious mistake in such an important competition, he was still able to perform the work completely in a stable state.
Qin Jian sighed, and suddenly remembered the scene of the final professional examination of his junior year.
There were only four teachers in the classroom at that time. After he made a mistake in a series of fast arpeggios, he never picked up the arpeggio again. Finally, he left the piano with a blank mind.
I was already twenty at the time, but Zhao Yinuo was only seventeen at this moment.
At this moment, Duan Ran has arrived on the stage.
"Schumann's Piano Concerto in A minor."
Under the conductor's wave, the orchestra began to sing.
In front of the black piano, the girl in white dress has already started playing.
.......
Gentle, flowing, and profound notes jumped out from the piano soundboard one after another.
If Zhao Yinuo's playing style is always like a bunch of turbulent and hot flames, Ran's music will always have a touch of wind and mist.
Just like her expression, there is a hint of alienation, which always makes people wonder which deep secret realm her fingers will lead to.
And when you find out, you have already stopped at the exit of the secret passage for a long time.
But I don’t know where the music has gone.
I have to say that this is a real talent in playing.
Duan Ran's music has the most subtle and keen control of the rhythm.
Along with a high-speed and dense flow of gorgeous sound.
The screen cuts to a close-up of the piano.
Passionate music.
Under the girl's long eyelashes and slightly swaying pupils, there is an affectionate narrative.
Persistent and profound.
At this moment, Qin Jian's heart was touched again.
A different kind of feeling spread completely in my heart.
It was like countless blood vessels were instantly filled with blood.
The strong pressure on his chest made his breathing become completely rapid.
Change the lens again.
The close-up of the camera completely cuts to the piano keys.
A left hand running quickly, slender and white.
It's just that Qin Jian's attention was entirely focused on the obviously bent little finger.
This may be caused by her long-term confrontation with the hard keys during the bone growth stage, or it may be caused by other reasons.
But under the soft and lyrical intermezzo of the second movement, the sweet pastoral seems to be a vent for emotions.
...
A corner of the VIP seat in the auditorium.
"Mr. Riegl, I remember you once said that Schumann's piece was composed after he fell in love with Ms. Clara. The performer should be as passionate as fire, right?"
"There are never absolutes in the world of music. Each independent individual can give full play to human imagination. What I heard is a rational musical form design, and at the same time it shines with a faint light. This child's understanding of this piece of work,
You have your own uniqueness, so listen carefully."
After a while.
"You mean that feeling of youthfulness?"
Rigel smiled and did not answer the other party's question. He moved his eyes back to the stage, "I have begun to look forward to her performance in the Mozart Music Competition."
...
The best attempt to incorporate the classical sonata form into the spirit of romanticism.
In the intoxicating music, Schumann wrote the image of Clara deep in his heart.
Duan Ran's performance was light white with a hint of girlish pink.
She sketched a picture with musical notes, which stayed in Qin Jian's heart.
It seems that under the red wall corner by the Rhine River, young Clara is running around Schumann, with a silly smile and mischief.
...
Unknowingly, the music reached its climax.
The majestic third movement is gradually coming to an end.
...
Qin Jian touched his hot face and shook his head vigorously.
"Huh——" He took a long breath.
As the camera zooms out.
The hot emotions in my heart gradually calmed down.
Even the previous frustrations have faded to some extent.
"It sounds really good."
"Thanks."
.......
The song ends.
Enthusiastic applause broke out.
Duan Ran stood up, came to the center of the stage, covered his chest, and bent down slightly.
Under the warm lamp, she panted slightly and her flushed cheeks had the unique greenness of a girl.
Qin Jian looked at the screen for a long time.
The same stage, the same location.
Feng Ziyan's Chopin is full of free-spirited imagination.
Qi Feng tried his best to reproduce the color of Liszt's music.
Zhao Yinuo's strong Grieg is not afraid of falling.
Duan Ran used his own inspiration to depict the inextricable connections between Schumann and Clara.
Everyone has a unique and true expression of the piano and the work.
True expression is entirely a matter of pure instinct for music.
How much sweat is hidden behind this pure instinct?
Qin Jian doesn't know, but he understands that hard work is the most powerful catalyst for talent.
"Did I work hard enough in the past?"
He raised his left hand again and flicked it in the air a few times.
After staring for a moment, he curled his lips in self-mockery.
"Probably there is still a long way to go from the real gap between them."
"Um--"
Qin Jian couldn't help but nodded, with a faint smile on his face.
"But this is not bad."
"There's still enough time."
"It's time to plan carefully."
At this moment, an unprecedented expectation surged in his heart.
but.
Everything will have to wait until the end of tonight.
Qin Jian once again took out the score of Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini from his bag.
Call up the panel and open the backpack.
His eyes moved to Qintong's wings.
"use or not?"
"yes."
The next second, Qin Jian's expression was startled.
"This, this is!?"
From his perspective, the music score in front of him changed again.