As the announcement faded, a figure in a blue dress came to the stage amid applause.
He stared at the audience with a serious expression, and then nodded deeply.
Then he turned around and sat in front of the piano, adjusting his sitting posture.
After a while.
His hands moved.
And before the voice came to mind, Qin Jian seemed to feel his voice, from the man's steps on stage to the whole process when he stood in front of the piano and bowed.
Qin Jian seemed to have felt the breath between his hands, which was solemn and filled with infinite depth.
This kind of depth is not a mask disguised on the surface at all, but an aura that supports it from the inside out.
really.
As the man's hands moved slowly, Qin Jian felt that he heard the profound side of Chopin.
The dialogue is neat and the structure is rigorous.
The rapid advance in F minor is neither light nor heavy, but it can still give people a sense of urgency.
"A distinct musical image."
As the music continued, it was difficult for Qin Jian to focus on the other party's playing skills.
The impassioned passages match the performer's body movements with passionate emotions, and everything is so natural.
Qin Jian fell into deep thought in the music.
Compared with the first two players, it is difficult for Qin Jian to say how outstanding this Japanese player is, but the three of them have one thing in common.
That's the state.
Playing status.
It is different from the performance of any piano player in the Huayun Competition.
Fang Zongyao's stability, Duan Ran's lightness, Feng Ziyan's freedom, and Zhao Yinuo's brutality. Although everyone has his own playing style, no one has transformed his style into some external state of emotion.
And integrate it into your own music.
Perhaps the man who was playing Chopin at the moment was not as good as Fang Zongyao, but in terms of music, Qin Jian did not feel that the former's Chopin would belong to the latter's Matjepa.
“Is this the average level for Asian youth groups?”
At this moment, Qin Jian felt a sense of enlightenment.
Unconsciously.
It quieted down with a gentle echo at the end.
Chopin's etude has ended. The man in front of the piano picked up the handkerchief on the side and gently wiped his hands, and then started playing the sonata.
"Beethoven."
The man's expression was still solemn, but from the ups and downs of his body and the swing of his arms, you could feel that his mental state had relaxed a lot.
It is also presto like the Chopin etude just now. In this sonata structure, Qin Jian heard a more compact feeling.
Perhaps it was because the man switched to using his fingertips to touch the keys, and his powerful playing highlighted a bright feeling in the music.
However, this sense of brightness is not abrupt at all, and the spiritual connotation and emotional atmosphere of the music are still highly consistent.
However, Qin Jian felt that the other party's performance in the Allegro trilogy of the third movement did not seem to be in line with his own ideas.
If the design of the strength and weakness of melody lines in the musical range is only unilaterally based on the player's self-perception, it will only slightly expand the linear skeleton. This can be seen in outstanding performers of every era.
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But if it escalates to factional disputes over sonatas, or the formal theory of time sequence, then that’s a different matter.
Regarding the allegro minuet of the third movement that was listening to his ears at the moment, Qin Jian felt that the pattern of the three phrases could be expanded, but the proportions and fundamental outline of the music could not be changed.
If Qin Jian were the judge, this player would probably get a lower score in this movement.
For example, at this moment, a judge from South Korea has frowned tightly. His thoughts seem to be consistent with Qin Jian's, while another judge from Singapore next to him is grinning intoxicatedly while vibrating.
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The competition is like this. It is difficult for one contestant to satisfy the tricky appetites of all the judges. If he is lucky enough to get the approval of the majority, that seems to be enough.
Gradually, as he thought about it, Qin Jian felt that he had adapted to a certain change in his mental state.
The pressure in my heart suddenly reduced a lot.
"Relax."
He sighed softly.
Qin Jian took off his coat, crossed his fingers and began to move, because the music in his ears had reached its final conclusion.
His turn is about to be reached.
...
"Wow~~~~~~~"
As the Japanese player's performance ended, the audience burst into warm applause. This was the most enthusiastic applause since the beginning of the competition.
"The next contestant is No. 4 in Group A, Qin Jian, from Huaguoquan Province. The entries are Chopin etudes op. 10-12, Beethoven's Kojima Sonata No. 1 f, and the designated piano kawai."
Applause rang out again.
The moment Qin Jian stood up and moved forward, he was startled when he heard the Chinese in his ears.
It was the same broadcast twice, but the second time it was no longer in English, but in blunt Chinese.
Even so, the moment he heard about Hua Qin Jian, Qin Jian still felt a brief buzz in his head.
For a moment, an indescribable feeling suddenly surged in my heart, and I felt slightly dizzy in front of my eyes.
'Don't forget to come here, you are representing China in this competition.'
Liao Linjun's words seemed to ring in Qin Jian's ears again.
Gradually, under the continuous applause, Qin Jian stared at the kawai piano that had been placed in the center of the stage.
Under that lacquered halo, a sense of mission gradually arose in his heart.
This feeling has always existed for him.
Just at this moment.
In a foreign land, under applause, and about to be scrutinized by judges from various countries.
Qin Jian felt that the emotions in his heart had begun to brew involuntarily.
Take a deep breath.
Qin Jian nodded slightly to the players around him, and then walked towards the stage under the warm lights.
Arriving at the center of the stage, Qin Jian turned to face the audience and paused for a moment.
He glanced around.
Then he bent down slightly.
He stood up and came to the piano, raised his dress tail with a shake of his hands, and sat down gracefully.
Qin Jian loosened his cuffs and closed his eyes slightly.
"Can't be in a hurry."
Feeling his heart still beating violently, Qin Jian was still adjusting his breathing and waiting.
The audience and judges who came down didn't seem to be in a hurry, they just looked at the young people from China quietly on the stage.
Waiting for his revolutionary etude, this song represents the cry of Polish national struggle.
that's all.
The atmosphere in the entire hall passed by in silence second by second.
About five seconds passed, maybe ten seconds.
Just in a sudden moment.
The young man in front of the piano moved.
this moment.
The eyes of all the spectators instantly changed from calm to unbelievable surprise.