Chapter 164 Qin Jian's Reflection Duan Ran's Good Night
As Liao Linjun said something suddenly and then left, the tense atmosphere in the hall was relieved.
However, the two people in front of the piano did not relax. They each thought about the questions raised by Liao Linjun.
Qin Jian's eyes focused slightly, and he carefully scanned the first twenty-seven sections again.
Liao Linjun asked three questions. On the surface, it seemed that both of them had big problems, but Qin Jian knew that all the problems ultimately pointed at himself.
As the lead performer, I had just been so silent in my performance that I didn't notice Duan Ran's emotional part, and my fingers on the first note habitually exploded with force, causing the two parts to start to sound different from each other.
It's out of balance.
As for the stacking of notes, Qin Key guessed that Liao Linjun was referring to Mozart's musical style, which he did not grasp.
This also made Qin Jian feel a little awakened, and he became more and more accustomed to the fluidity brought by Chopin's hand positions. Unconsciously, his playing style became closer and closer to the romantic fantasy of freedom, incorporating too many personal emotions.
In fact, Mozart's seemingly loose musical materials are still connected in an extremely subtle chain, and his creation is still a whole in a highly perfect and tight structure.
"So the basic color palette of classicism cannot be changed at all."
Thinking of this, Qin Jian's back felt cold. This meant that there was something wrong with the direction of the K279 he had practiced before.
"No wonder there is always a feeling of being stuck in progress."
Qin Jian secretly thought, thanks to Liao Linjun's words.
"Are you okay?" Qin Jian beside him kept silent, and Duan Ran Qingsheng asked with concern.
Although she was not very clear about the relationship between Qin Jian and Liao Linjun, she could not help but feel a little worried about Qin Jian. In her understanding, she felt that there was something wrong with her bass accompaniment that led to the ultimate failure of the music.
In her mind, Qin Jian's piano is unique to him.
"call."
Qin Jian let out a long sigh, his pupils gradually dilated, and his whole person suddenly looked much more relaxed.
Qin Jian turned around, scratched his head, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it was my problem just now. Do you want to continue?"
Duan Ran felt relieved when he saw this, smiled softly, nodded and said.
Qin Jian then turned his attention to the first measure of the score, "OK, I think the speed can be faster at the beginning, and then here," his index finger pointed to the fifth measure of the score, "here we are all playing weakly."
, but the sound resonance of the bass is stronger, I think you can make it a little weaker, just a little bit," he said, pointing to the twentieth measure again, "In the end, I changed it to staccato, and you keep legato.
, don’t let me interfere, just play boldly.”
Qin Jian spoke for a long time in one breath. Duan Ran listened carefully and nodded from time to time.
Unconsciously, the two people got closer.
"Then let's get started."
Qin Jian finally said.
"good."
Duan Ran nodded seriously.
The two people raised their hands at the same time.
...
Under the dim light, on the black and white keys, a pair of long, wide hands and a pair of slender little hands moved at the same time.
"When-when-"
...
after an hour.
"Qin Jian, I think I can use my middle finger to play here, but it says ring finger."
"That's absolutely fine. At worst, I'll get scolded again tomorrow."
"Well."
"Come again."
...
Three hours later.
"Sorry, sorry, my left hand is tense."
"It doesn't matter, continue from measure 54."
...
The next second.
In the empty hall, Mozart's gorgeous passages echoed again.
Calm and smooth music with unique charm.
All night long, the young man and woman communicated and practiced in Mozart's whispers, until both of them felt a little exhausted.
But fortunately, practicing piano here will not disturb the public.
...
"Ah, seventy-six sections, does that count as overfulfillment of homework?"
Qin Jian stood up from the piano and stretched. It had been a long time since he felt like a student.
"I hope I can pass the test tomorrow." Duan Ran added, while flexing his sore fingers.
"Oh! It's already 11:40." Qin Jian held the phone and pondered for a moment, then turned and said seriously, "It's already so late, where are you staying? I'll give it to you."
When Duan Ran heard this, surprise flashed across his eyes.
Then, she stood up and lowered her head to organize the scores on the piano clip. After a while, the two messy scores were put into order.
Duan Ran placed Qin Jian's score neatly on the piano, picked up his own copy, raised his head and smiled, "Thank you, I don't need to trouble you anymore."
"Well..."
At this moment, compared to Duan Ran's indifference, Qin Jian felt very embarrassed.
The next second.
Duan Ran turned around and pointed to another small door behind him, and whispered, "I live here."
"You live next door to me?"
Qin Jian followed Duan Ran's finger direction and was confused, "What's going on?"
"My teacher asked me to live here, and he didn't say anything else specifically. He just asked me to follow Teacher Liao and be careful and obedient."
"Teacher Shen Qingci?"
Duan Ran nodded, then turned and walked towards his room.
He left a crisp good night.
"Well..."
"Good night..."
Looking at the girl's back, Qin Jian gently touched his chin.
"This between Shen Qingci and Sister Lin Jun...?"
After connecting all the details about Shen Qingci and the Tea Table Piano Hall in his mind, Qin Jian couldn't help but look a little playful.
"There's something wrong here!"
Gossip is human nature.
After a while, Qin Jian suddenly thought of something and hurried downstairs.
...
Duan Ran returned to his room and locked the door.
The next second.
"call."
The whole person breathed a big sigh of relief, and then lay back on the soft big bed behind him. A strange feeling came to his heart again.
After a long time.
The girl was still staring blankly at the exquisite ceiling. Suddenly, she seemed to feel a burst of pain coming from her abdomen. The girl's face tightened, then she got up and took out a piece of thin film from her backpack, and slowly walked into the bathroom.
Separated by a wall, there is a world of difference.
Duan Ran's room was more like a well-decorated hotel suite, while Qin Jian's room was at best a lunch room for the concierge.
...
The moment the girl tidied everything up and came out of the bathroom wiping her hair again.
At some point, the sound of piano sounded outside the gate again.
"k279?"
"Aren't you going to rest yet?"
The girl frowned and looked at the time. It was already 00:37.
After a while, she sat quietly by the bed and listened carefully.
The intimate melody seems to have lost his unique sense of passion and virtuosity, and instead has a sense of solidity that is true to calmness.
Although the music is no longer passionate, when you taste it carefully, it has a subtle sensitivity and elegance, and it is as natural as breathing.
"It's a completely different feeling than before."
Slowly, Duan Ran lay on the pillow holding his stomach, and gradually closed his eyes with Mozart in his ears.