After Duan Ran returned to the house, Qin Jian hurried downstairs. He remembered that the shop door on the first floor seemed to be still open.
When I went downstairs, I found that the electronic door was locked, and I felt relieved.
I took out the electronic key from the third drawer of the bar and went to the toilet on the way.
When he returned upstairs, he did not go back to the house, but walked back and forth in the hall for a long time.
Finally, I picked a brown kawai grand piano and sat down.
Taking the music score of k279, I once again summarized the problems I just discovered, and then raised my hand to play.
really.
Playing Mozart's works seems effortless. It does not require the ultra-difficult virtuoso skills of Liszt, Chopin, or Beethoven's deep reflections on human nature and life.
For Mozart, everything is as he said.
"Music is as simple as breathing to me."
Qin Jian waved his arms, his eyes blazing, and muscle memory almost took over his fingers.
Clear and grainy notes floated regularly under the soundboard of the grand piano.
Eight-year-old Mozart, even though he was dubbed a prodigy, was still just an innocent boy.
Qin Jian thought to himself, and slightly adjusted the angle of his fingers touching the keys, standing his fingertips upright and pressing his wrist down.
The music then revealed a touch of warmth, and Qin Jian's personal emotions shrank briskly again.
"That seems to be the feeling."
Qin Jian maintained the playing state of his hands,
at this time.
"Focus on guidance, open."
At this moment, the emotion of the music almost expanded again. Qin Jian immediately mobilized every nerve and controlled the emotional direction of his hands.
After a while, the music returned to its previous state.
Qin Jian breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to be used to the pull of focused guidance, so over time he unconsciously integrated his personal emotions into this pull.
Yes, the music played in this way will indeed carry a strong personal label.
But each composer's music is completely different, and even the works of the same composer in different periods are diverse.
"No wonder there are various masters and experts in the world who specialize in playing the works of such and such musicians."
In addition to a lifetime of hard study, what kind of thinking is behind it?
After practicing piano to a certain extent, everyone seems to be called a technical finger master, but the music works that are actually spread are almost only those of a few people.
"This is probably the most essential difference between a fingersmith and a pianist."
Ten fingers are a craftsman. The top of the technical stream, at most, is a master.
And every giant who stands at the top of the global classical piano world can intuitively express abstract musical emotions instantly with a casual wave of his hand.
Qin Jian still can't figure out the reason for this.
But he seemed to have realized something. His expression was reflected in the smooth lacquered surface of the piano, with a touch of excitement.
Unconsciously, Qin Jian once again mobilized his emotions and devoted himself to the K279 in front of him.
In his mind, the first chapter of Mozazart's last wish echoed again.
Time flies.
It was already dark, and the entire street outside the window was quiet, as if it was already asleep.
Except for one glass window with a light on.
Faintly, a faint sound of piano flowed out from the crack in the window, floating under the dim moonlight.
"A brilliant young man like light."
"Mozart."
.......
And at this moment.
On the other side of the Western Ocean, in the center of Europe, is a music mecca known as the birthplace of classical music by people around the world.
Another grand party about Mozart is being held.
In order to commemorate Mozart's birthday, this is the seventh charity concert held in this city this year.
Austria time, 21:47.
coordinate.
Vienna State Opera.
This place, known as the "World Opera Center" and one of the four major opera houses in the world, is open again today.
At this moment, the solemn and elegant hall is echoing with the golden piano melody.
And everyone's eyes were silently watching the stage.
In the center of the dazzling golden stage, a young man was sitting attentively in front of the concert grand piano specially customized for him by Steinway.
His slender fingers glowed faintly under the illumination of thirty-two groups of warm lights.
As he moved his hands, wonderful melodies bloomed one after another.
The Mozart he pointed out came alive.
It seems to give people an illusion that the timeline is brought back to Vienna in 1781 by the music.
After a while.
The hands on the keys stopped gently without any warning.
In the empty hall, only the echo of D major remained.
Then, he smiled and helped Qin turn around.
A straight black tuxedo wrapped his tall body, and under his thick blond hair, there was a pair of blue eyes with a hint of tranquility.
As he slowly bent down.
"bravo!"
"bravo!"
"Wow~~~~~~~"
The audience was boiling.
Warm applause and cheering shouts came and went.
The whole hall fell into a frantic commotion.
As the young man smiled and bowed again, the whole concert came to an end.
.......
Backstage.
The narrow corridor was crowded with people.
"What do you think of tonight's concert?"
"Will you be attending Malick's concert the day after tomorrow?"
"How do you feel about the outside world hailing you as the 'Mozart of the new era'?"
Surrounded by a group of reporters, facing various questions raised, the young man just smiled politely and nodded without making any answers. He kept walking forward behind the security personnel.
"What do you think about the fact that the center of European music has gradually shifted towards Asia?"
Sudden.
The young man stopped and turned to look at the thin female reporter who asked the question.
At this moment, the noisy corridor suddenly became quiet, and everyone seemed to be waiting for his answer.
"Great classical music belongs to all mankind."
The young man smiled and said, "But please remember, the land under our feet will always be the birthplace of this sound."
"Thanks."
Having said that, he was about to turn around and continue moving forward.
"Adams, will you participate in next month's game?"
As the female reporter asked again, he paused slightly.
Then, accompanied by security personnel, he disappeared at the end of the corridor without looking back.
.......
The last note of the last pass of k279 fell.
Qin Jian seemed to feel that his arms were out of control.
Feeling the slightly trembling back of his left hand, Qin Jian's throat moved up and down.
then.
He gently called out the panel.
At this moment, in the inventory, Amadeus's last wish was shining faintly.
Qin Jian suppressed the restlessness in his heart and focused his eyes.
A flash of white light.
The content of the first chapter in front of me has become bleak.
Qin Jian's eyes glanced at the bottom of the first chapter.