Liao Linjun didn't make any extra moves, he just slowly raised his index finger in the process.
As Qin Jian's finger fell for 0.01 seconds, he gently pressed on his first note.
"Dang!!————Dang!"
A group of dotted notes roared out.
At this moment, the whole hall seemed to be really awakened.
As two fierce bass sounds jumped out from the soundboard of the grand piano, Qin Jian looked at the keys he pressed, thinking that his ears were hearing hallucinations.
"Where's my voice?!"
then.
There was no time to think. There were obviously two people in front of the piano, but the melody in the hall seemed to be coming from only one person.
Qin Jian quickly exerted force on his waist, instantly pouring more power into his hands.
At this time, the ratio of high and low sounds reached a certain balance, and the melody of Qin Jian's hands had ended after increasing the playing speed.
However, as he gradually adapted to the new speed, Qin Jian stayed with one hand to make decorative sounds and gave up more keyboard positions to Liao Linjun according to the score.
Bass melody.
The volume and flow that erupted under Liao Linjun's powerful fingers had completely shocked the two young people.
In Duan Ran's memory, it seemed that his teacher could not play the piano at such a volume so lightly.
The sound of this kind of bass is like the bass brass part in a symphony, and its thick resonance directly makes the treble melody above become more beautiful.
"Is this the symphonic feeling of four-hand music?"
Duan Ran stared blankly at the four hands on the keyboard with his shaking pupils, feeling a sense of grandeur coming over him.
She had only experienced this feeling during the symphony.
She knew that the feeling created had nothing to do with Qin Jian.
Unconsciously, Duan Ran's left hand was clenched nervously, and the words Shen Qingci once said to her rang in her mind again.
'Music first determines the volume, and then the volume determines the music.'
Her eyes moved to Liao Linjun's hands again, and her heart was filled with infinite respect.
And at this moment, where the two parts alternated on the score, the melody of the bass part suddenly became silent.
Qin Jian and Duan Ran were once again surprised by the sudden silence.
Yes, it was the feeling of calming down. The sound that was clearly right in front of Qin Jian felt as if it was coming from a distant place.
This made him not know how to continue playing for a while.
"Relax, open up your voice, and change from staccato to legato."
The sudden voice coming from beside him was like a life-saving straw for him. Qin Jian quickly adjusted his breath as he raised his hand.
Follow Liao Linjun's instructions.
With his hands arched, under Chopin's hand position, groups of high-pitched sixteenth-note sound clusters flowed out quickly.
Amidst the bass accompaniment that was coming and going, the color of the treble part suddenly became gloomy.
Like the elegy of the bells on the roof, a feeling of church slowly flows out.
Qin Jian seemed to have found the essence of k521, listening to the voices beside him, and slowly incorporating a hint of his own emotions.
Liao Linjun was very sensitive to the changes in the music, and then shook his left hand to lower the volume of the chords, allowing Qin Jian's emotions to find a place to live.
"That's how it feels."
Gradually, Qin Jian took over the second half of k521 with the key in his mind.
Back to taking the lead in music.
until the music ends.
"when--"
“Dangdang————”
As the two hands on the piano fell down in unison.
next moment.
Only the end of the melody echoed in the hall.
A complete four-hand duet ended. This was also the first time that Qin Jian completed the treble part in double voices.
Qin Jian raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and looked at Duan Ran excitedly.
Duan Ran seemed to feel Qin Jian's emotions from his eyes, and then passed on Duan Ran with a "you are great" look.
at this time.
"cough!"
Following Liao Linjun's slight cough, the two quickly looked away.
"Duan Ran, do you remember the feeling of the accompaniment part?"
"Teacher Liao, I have basically memorized the feeling of each movement, but some details need to take time to be corrected. Don't worry, I will take care of it as soon as possible."
"You had no problem practicing before. It's Shen Qingci's problem. He didn't tell you how to deal with the bass part of this piece. Just change the idea in the music."
As he spoke, Liao Linjun glanced at Duan Ran's left hand again, his eyes fell on the slightly bent little finger, and his heart softened: "From today on, when practicing piano, the focus of your left hand will be on the ten fingers. If your teacher has anything If you have any questions, let him come to me, do you hear me?"
"I heard it." Duan Ran nodded quickly.
Liao Linjun stood up and touched Duan Ran's head, "Sit down."
"The structure of Mozart's Four Hands has more to do with the way the theme sounds than with what the theme might be used for."
"Duan Ran, what Shen Qingci told you is exactly the opposite, right?"
Duan Ran nodded.
"He was wrong all along, and this principle of audibility even carried over to the retrograde flow of a melody."
Liao Linjun sighed and said again, "In the late eighteenth century, all non-musical considerations, whether mathematical or symbolic, became completely subsidiary to music."
"And the overall effect, sensory, intellectual or emotional, all comes from the music itself."
"Can you understand what I mean?"
"You need to consider what your hands should be doing based on the music itself."
"The theme of music is created by the composer, and we need to do more than just use our hands to restore it."
a long time.
"Mozart's music is more important than thinking."
Liao Linjun said, taking out a new sheet of music from his bag, "After practicing k521, let's play this Bach."
"I have something to do recently. Please take care of yourselves and sort out your competition repertoire and send it to me next week."
"Come on."
The door rang again, and two young men were left in the hall again.
After a brief exchange, Duan Ran started a new exercise on k521, while Qin Jian returned to the room directly.
Liao Linjun's last words lingered in his mind.
"Mozart's music is more important than thinking."
Regarding this sentence, Qin Jian has been deeply touched by it through last night's practice.
Lying on the bed, Qin Jian opened the panel again.
His eyes swept over Amadeus' last wish.
The next second.
A flash of white light.
[Second Movement, The Glorious Years of Vienna]
...
"In this way, I bid farewell to my childhood hometown."
"I don't know when, but my chin has grown a light beard."
"At this time, I no longer need others to call me a prodigy."
"And Vienna is poorer than I imagined. The simple churches and crowded streets always smell like rotten cheese."
"But it doesn't matter."
"The moment I came to this soil, I was sure that this city would go crazy for me."