At seven o'clock sharp, the two siblings left the rental house.
After having breakfast at the straw bale shop downstairs, we returned to Boer Art School together.
We started a new busy day respectively.
He Jing goes to the office.
Qin Jian came to Qinfang Building.
As soon as you enter the door.
Indistinctly, the sound of violins, singing, and flutes intertwined came from the stairs on the first floor.
After saying hello to Uncle Ding, Qin Jian took the key to piano room 308 and went directly upstairs.
On an ordinary morning, nothing has changed at Boer Art School.
Only the slogans hanging on the wall have changed.
Under the slogan "Have you practiced the piano today?" - "Countdown to the Provincial Joint Examination [7] days"
7 days later.
The province-wide unified joint examination will be the first shot in Quan Province’s 2014 art examination war.
...
"7:34."
After planning his morning plan in detail, Qin Jian put down his phone and started to warm up.
"60-minute finger warm-up."
After briefly adjusting his breath, Qin Jian put his hands on the keyboard.
Starting from the C major scale, I started playing according to Chopin's hand positions.
The first sound in the morning.
The crisp sound flowed in the ears instantly, giving people a chill.
The scales in Chopin's hand position become more fluid.
But for Qin Jian, this was just the beginning.
Look at your hands intently and feel the rhythm between the sounds.
Gradually, Qin Jian entered a state of clarity.
The scale repeats in a loop, and the speed is getting faster and faster.
At this moment, Qin Jian's left hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Then the strength of the keystrokes of both hands quietly changed.
The coherent melody under the ten fingers suddenly seemed to be cast in a different color, as if the sound of the piano was no longer just crisp and clear.
The originally grainy notes became richer.
A unique listening experience, even though it is just a simple scale.
Qin Jian's eyes showed a little surprise, but also mixed with a trace of doubt.
"Is this the intensity of singing?"
Just when he was distracted.
The hazy feeling of the musical scale suddenly disappeared.
"When——"
After the last two notes, Qin Jian stopped and opened the panel.
His face was filled with joy for just a few minutes.
Under Chopin's hand position formula, the proficiency of legato has reached 53%.
At this moment, Qin Jian determined that the rapid increase in proficiency was related to the special playing state just now.
And this state is vaguely related to new skills.
Qin Jian pondered for a moment, sorted out his thoughts, and started practicing again.
...
after an hour
Qin Jian rubbed his fingers that were so hot that they were sore, but he never got into that state again.
The proficiency of legato has only increased by less than 4%.
【Leato:56.7%】
"Why--"
After closing the panel, Qin Jian took out a collection of Chopin etudes from his bag.
I turned to the Winter Wind Etude.
Taking advantage of the short rest, he was about to start memorizing music.
Or "Yinpu."
Less than ten minutes later, Qin Jian closed the music score.
Then I went through it in my mind.
Ninety-five bars, and the special markings on the Collector's Edition indicate that every note is clearly pronounced.
Opening the cloud player, Qin Jian put on his headphones.
Clicked on Rubinstein's performance version.
"Thum-thum-thum, thump-thum-thum--"
Quiet piano whispers slowly appeared.
As one of the most technical and long-volume pieces among Chopin's etudes.
This piece of music requires extremely high speed for the player's fingers to react when touching the keys.
Not only does it need to be fast and agile, but it also needs to be very accurate.
In addition, the fingers are also required to have a certain amount of endurance when running quickly.
The continuous height of the right hand jumping between complex notes is also one of the technical difficulties that the player must overcome.
'The richest sound you can imagine.'
The famous pianist Feng Buluo commented on this piece.
Pollini's playing had a map style. During the listening process, Qin Jian paid special attention to the performance mood and changes of the fingers of this performer who was a master of "free speed".
After listening to Pollini's performance, Qin Jian listened to all Chopin's "Dongfeng" one by one.
Finally settled on Pollini's version.
.....
After a long time.
Qin Jian took off his headphones, began to adjust his breathing, and slowly placed his hands on the keyboard.
The first measure of the score also appeared in my mind.
‘lento “slowly”’
On the music score, there is only a long legato line from the first measure to the second measure and eight simple notes in the right hand.
"p"weak"."
Qin Jian thought to himself silently and felt that he was ready.
Lift the middle finger of your right hand.
After the middle finger was raised about 1cm, it quickly fell down.
"Dang."
As soon as the sound of ‘Mi’ sounded.
Then, Qin Jian's index finger and middle finger took turns to hit the two 'Mi's again in a small dotted rhythm.
Qin Jian held his breath and his nerves were highly tense.
The short introduction to Winter Wind is already one-third complete.
When his index finger rose and fell again, his ring finger quickly followed.
‘Mi——Fa’
Two tones sounded at a weaker volume.
Mimicking Pollini's feeling, Qin Jian controlled the power of his hands.
He tried his best to ensure that each subsequent sound was weaker than the previous one.
only.
Perhaps it was because of the limited quality of the piano in front of him, or perhaps because Qin Jian's control was still inferior to that of Huo Hou.
The last note of the introduction, Mi——, did not appear as weak and silent as he imagined.
Naturally, the darkness before dawn also turns into the warm sunshine in the afternoon.
There is no comparison.
In the end, Qin Jian's imaginary introduction performance ended in failure.
But nothing could be more normal than this.
Morning time, 9:25.
Qin Jian's Winter Wind Etude, from the first failure.
Officially entered.
Infinite loop - failure begins.
"Winter wind is so difficult."
...
Time passes minute by minute.
Until the door of 308 was knocked again.
...
"Brother Jian, do you want to eat or not?"
"It's half past one! The cafeteria is closing!!"
Outside the door, a hungry boy playing the flute squatted helplessly at the door.
...
13:45.
The cafeteria of Boer Art School.
There was only one table left in the empty canteen.
Three teenagers gathered around a small square table.
Li Qiye and Qin Jian were exchanging their experiences on ear training, while Zhao Yu on the side was frantically eating the lunch box in front of him.
ten minutes later.
The three teenagers left the cafeteria.
As they walked towards the Qinfang Building, the classmates passing back and forth kept looking at the trio.
"Brother Jian, you are now a celebrity in our school." Li Qiye said.
When Zhao Yu heard this, he quickly denied the other party's point of view, "Shit, brother Jian is obviously a celebrity in Nanshi now."
It’s just that the person being discussed seems to have heard nothing.
But the pace under his feet quickened instantly.
Two people were left behind, looking at each other.