Chapter 163 The Conscious Playing Method You Can Practice Even Without a Piano
One glass after another, endless drinks to drink, endless words to talk.
It was late at night and the sound of firecrackers could no longer be heard outside the window.
The clock on the wall in the living room has read a quarter past three.
"Sister, do you remember the time we went hiking when you were a kid..."
"sister."
"sister!"
Qin Jian turned around and looked.
At some point, He Jing beside him had fallen asleep on the sofa, with a slight flush on his porcelain-white face.
Qin Jian picked up the glass of wine on the coffee table and drank it in one gulp.
After a while.
He stood up and was hugged by the princess, picked up the figure on the sofa and walked towards the bedroom.
.......
"Good night."
After covering He Jing with a quilt, Qin Jian returned to the sofa in the living room again.
As soon as I lay down, I was about to take out my mobile phone, and then a whirlwind came over me.
The next second.
Night, completely quiet.
...
Qin Jian was grabbed from the sofa early in the morning by Fang Xuehua, "Get up quickly and clean up. I'll go to your grandma's house later."
Qin Jian got up from the sofa in a daze, and He Jing also walked out of the bedroom breathing heavily.
The two siblings looked at each other and smiled, as if they really enjoyed themselves last night.
"How much did we drink yesterday?"
"Sixteen bottles, maybe."
"Who drank more?"
"It should be you."
...
The busy New Year's Day begins here.
At noon, the family arrived at Qin Jian's grandma's house carrying their things.
Mr. and Mrs. Fang only have a daughter like Fang Xuehua.
Throughout the year, I look forward to having my grandchildren come back to see me. Naturally, I have a table full of good food waiting for me at noon.
After the meal, Mr. Fang took out two red envelopes, one in each hand, and handed them to the two siblings.
Lucky money, it's traditional.
In the afternoon, He Jing and Fang Xuehua chatted with the two old people in the living room, while Qin Jian sneaked into the bedroom alone.
I re-sent the New Year greeting messages that I had not sent last night, and then took out a stack of music scores from my bag.
I opened the Chopin etude book and continued to memorize the score.
After spending an afternoon weighing the technical points and difficulty of the piece, Qin Jian decided on another competition etude.
"Revolution."
Between the torrent and the revolution, Qin Jian finally chose the latter.
Firstly, the revolutionary etude is a piece that Qin Jian has mastered before, and secondly, in terms of musical emotions, he has already experienced it deeply.
After closing the score, Qin Jian hung up his headphones and chose Pollini's performance version again.
With the music in his ears, his hands naturally placed at his sides.
then.
His fingers flicked in the air.
.......
Practicing is not something that can only be done on the piano. This is recorded in Chris's Piano Guide.
Qin Jian remembered it very clearly.
Conscious play "mental play"
"Many great pianists have this silly misconception: the expensive, huge, concert piano creates its wonderful tone and creates the music, so we must choose to train our fingers to learn to play the piano."
"However, the human brain is more complex than imagined and superior to any mechanical device. The mind is not limited by wood, felt and metal."
"Therefore, training the brain is more important than training the fingers, because any mobile phone movement originates from our brains, and music and technology cannot be separated."
"So, as a competent performer, it's more important to develop your conscious playing into the music in your head than the music you get out of the piano."
"Don't passively wait for the music to come out of the piano, take the initiative to predict the music you want. This is still an exciting way to practice."
Ten minutes later, Qin Jian took off his headphones.
There was no exciting melody in my ears anymore, only the noise outside the door.
Qin Jian looked forward and took a deep breath.
The next second.
The ten fingers standing by his side moved slowly.
Although there was no arm movement due to the rapid running of his right hand, in his mind, the keys seemed to be moving on their own, and he only needed to press each finger at the right time.
Feeling the wonderful feeling, Qin Jian devoted himself fully to this pretending state.
Time passed little by little.
Until there was a knock on the door.
...
"What are you doing hiding in the house? You're not going out to sit around."
He Jing entered the room, walked to Qin Jian and sat down. Seeing the music album scattered on the bed, she picked it up and flipped through it, "Has the music been decided yet?"
"There are still two pieces left, one is a Mozart sonata and the other is a Mozart concerto."
Qin Jian already knew the music of his choice.
He Jing couldn't help but frown when he heard this, "Are you planning to participate in the Mozart competition?"
The image of Mozart talking to himself flashed in his mind, and Qin Jian couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "Yeah."
"What about the professional group competition?" He Jing's tone was slightly anxious.
"Everybody participate."
Qin Jian knew He Jing's concerns, "Sister, don't worry."
moment.
"Is there still enough time?" He Jing pondered for a moment and then said hesitantly, "How about you go back early to prepare."
"It's okay, sister, don't worry."
.......
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the family set out again.
We arrived at Qin Jian’s grandma’s house in the countryside not far from Yangcheng.
In the evening, there is naturally another meal and drink.
The flavor of the New Year in rural areas is much more intense than that in cities, with more people and lively atmosphere.
Every household in the village, large or small, has some relatives.
Early in the morning on the third day of the Lunar New Year.
Qin Jian was pulled up from the hot bed by Qin Gang again.
The young man, who was still drunk, got up tiredly again.
It is a custom in Zhuangzi that on the third day of the Lunar New Year, one has to go from house to house to pay New Year greetings.
This is the most troublesome part for Qin Jian during the Chinese New Year every year. Faced with relatives and elders whom he has no memory of at all, he has to keep calling him grandpa, uncle, aunt and grandma.
I even had to deal with a few brats who still had full hair and called them uncle and aunt.
"What a big loss."
But it's not boring. Without the hustle and bustle of the city, the secluded villages will always bring Qin Jian a moment of peace of mind at some point.
Noon on the fourth day of the lunar month.
Saying goodbye to the farm, Qin Jian and his family returned to Yangcheng.
For Qin Jian, this hurried year has come to an end.
"Qin Jian, check your ticket and ID card again."
"It's checked, Mom."
"Your mother and I won't be seeing you off in a while."
"Don't worry, Dad."
In the bedroom.
He Jing folded Qin Jian's tuxedo and stuffed it into the suitcase.
.......
15:30.
Outside Yangcheng Railway Station.
"Let me know when you get there."
"Well, sister, will you stay in Yangcheng after the New Year?"
"I'll rest at Xian's house for a while."
Qin Jian nodded, "Sister, if you have any ideas, just go for it. I will support you in whatever you do."
He Jing smiled and said, "You too."
Saying that, the next second.
He Jing suddenly stretched out his hands. Seeing this, Qin Jian stepped forward and stretched out his hands as well.