So during the few seconds of making a wish, he was pious.
.......
When Qin Jian opened his eyes again, Duan Ran had a large gray suede leather book in his hand.
"Although it looks a bit old, the workmanship is like this." Duan Ran said, pushing the big book in his hand to Qin Jian, "Well, it's a birthday gift."
Qin Jian took it in surprise and felt a thick feeling in his tentacles.
Opening it casually, he found that there was no paper inside, but pages of transparent plastic interlayers.
"Is this a music folder?" Qin Jian raised his head and said in surprise.
"Do you like it?" Duan Ran raised his face and blushed under the candlelight.
Qin Jian nodded, folded the gray leather music folder and put it aside, looked at Duan Ran's small chin and smiled seriously: "Thank you for my partner."
"Okay, okay, blow out the candles quickly, they're all burnt out."
"fu————"
"Eat, eat."
"Eat, eat."
"Eh? Qin Jian, why is the duck skin missing so much?"
"ah?"
"You stole it!"
"That's right."
.......
.......
The new eighteen.
a new day.
Early in the morning, Qin Jian woke up from his dream in a daze. At this time, the sound of the piano was already playing outside the door.
Feeling the fatigue coming from his body, Qin Jian got off the bed and moved his body. After stretching for a while, he put on his coat and opened the door.
"What a fast prelude and fugue."
Looking at the cross-legged girl in front of the piano, Qin Jian sighed and walked downstairs, passing by the piano, "Good morning."
"morning."
As Duan Ran spoke, his movements did not pause at all, and his eyes were still focused on the score in front of him.
This piece was a piece for the preliminary round of her individual group. After listening and studying all day yesterday, she also gained her own harvest from Bach's works.
...
Qin Jian returned to the second floor after washing up.
He casually sat down in front of a piano and was quiet for a while.
When all distracting thoughts were abandoned, he slowly raised his hands and placed them on the keyboard.
"Didi-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-"
As the five fingers of his right hand moved flexibly from top to bottom, a series of minor melody with a hint of sadness slowly flowed out.
Qin Jian's eyes flashed with the music score in his mind, and he shook his head slightly as he played the music. Gradually, his eyes became a little blurred.
The entire hall on the second floor also turned into a conversation between Bach and Mozart.
For a time, they blended with each other.
After basically solving the problem of Bach's four-part ensemble, from today onwards, Qin Jian can safely focus on practicing Mozart's concertos.
Piano Concerto No. 24 in C minor K491, this is the piece that Qin Jian finally decided on after several days of careful consideration.
In repeatedly reading the first two chapters of Amadeus' Last Wish, Qin Jian gained something different each time.
While feeling Mozart's life, Qin Jian also unconsciously felt something fresh from his many works.
For music, this kind of living thing can inspire the true nature of music even more than the motives on the score.
Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 24, in his opinion, is more like a work with "Beethoven's character".
The pathos and passion stirred in the melody still retain Mozart's consistent sense of nobility.
Qin Jian knew that the sense of nobility in Mozart's music was innate, but the sadness was created by real life.
At this point, Beethoven and Mozart are similar.
"Ding--clang."
The piano ended with a short sound, Qin Jian stopped his hand and sighed softly.
"So how to express the uneasiness in tragedy?"
In the first movement, scattered chords and gloomy diminished sevenths with jumping intervals have obviously replaced his previous writing habits, and the development of the music is no longer full of sunny mood.
The groups of notes between the lines are undoubtedly full of anxiety.
‘The unimaginable darkness of the future’, Qin Jian thought of this line again.
“Is Vienna too big?”
.......
moment.
Qin Jian raised his hand again.
Imagining Mozart's uneasy mood, Sihu unconsciously became very cautious as he touched the keys.
It's still the series of chromatic scale motives at the beginning. This time Qin Jian pressed each note with his fingertips, and his gentle movements softened each note.
The melody in his ears seemed to give Qin Jian a psychological hint to continue.
Mobilizing his focus and guidance, he focused on watching his beating fingers. Gradually, the melody of the concerto without the accompaniment of the band was like a deer wandering alone in the misty forest, facing the unknown ahead, testing step by step.
Unconsciously, the music seemed to unfold slowly.
.......
Duan Ran ended his morning practice and put away his sheet music.
Listening to the music that was still playing in my ears, I simply tidied up and quietly left the second floor.
When I came back, I had two portions of rice in my hands.
The music in the hall was repeating in a loop, and Duan Ran sat on the sofa and ate alone.
After spending this period of time with Qin Jian day and night, she already knew that there was no need to interrupt him at this time.
He doesn't eat on time, has irregular work and rest schedules, often runs out of the house in the middle of the night to practice piano, and even sits in front of the piano and suddenly falls into a nervous state.
Just like now.
However, she thinks this is Qin Jian's unique side.
Focus, seriousness, and paranoia on the piano.
One second he could have the gorgeous Chopin flowing between his fingers, and the next second he could easily enter the profound Beethoven. He was still practicing lamely in the morning, but in the afternoon, the music became completely different.
"This is probably talent."
After meal.
Duan Ran left the sofa and threw the leftover lunch box into the trash can.
On the coffee table, the portion belonging to Qin Jian became lonely again.
soon.
The two piano sections are intertwined again.
.......
A monotonous but not boring life goes by like this day by day.
The most relaxing time for two people under the same roof every day is probably after finishing the day's practice, they go out to beat the road together in the evening, or have late-night snacks.
During this period, Old Porter would come every now and then to listen to the progress of the two people's songs.
He Jing and Liao Linjun would occasionally call to urge them.
Two nights before the departure date, Qin Jian and Duan Ran compiled all the competition repertoire.
All preparations are in place.
23:30.
After finishing the last performance of k521, Duan Ran looked tiredly at Qin Jian aside, "I will sleep until I wake up naturally tomorrow."
"Go to sleep." Qin Jian patted Duan Ran on the shoulder.
"Aren't you still asleep?" Duan Ran asked suspiciously.
"You go to bed first, I still have some problems to solve."
Duan Ran was originally thinking of something, but when Qin Jian insisted, he nodded, "Don't stay up too late, we'll leave early the day after tomorrow."
After saying that, he got up and walked towards his room.