"Jazz Winter Style is just like a juggling act, revolutionary and clever to attract the judges' attention."
"Now is the time, finally I have a taste of classical music."
The man was talking to himself, as if he didn't care at all about the disgusted expression of the middle-aged man beside him.
"Well, let's listen to it."
"Strong structure."
"Meticulous."
As the man spoke, he began to gesture with his hands and flick his fingers in the air.
"Yes, it is like this. If I were to deal with it, I would do it this way. This is how the sonata should be played. Only Russians can add bricks and tiles to the tight texture."
The middle-aged uncle beside him finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and yelled in a low voice: "Be quiet!"
The man smiled when he saw this, as if he had misunderstood what the other person meant, and said repeatedly, "Oh, sorry, uncle, I may be a little excited, but I have to say that the piano played by the Russians really has a strong smell of vodka."
The middle-aged uncle was speechless as he looked at the serious yet playful smile in front of him.
With the reappearance of the main theme of Chinese music in the hall.
"Listen here, most people who play sonatas in the classical period will express the main theme in a cheerful and lively style. Look at what he is doing. He uses the legato playing method to fully occupy the index finger of each note, even though
In this way, the melody loses its beat and looks like it has lost its vitality, but in fact this is not the case at all.”
The man stopped suddenly, "Do you know why?"
"Why?" the middle-aged uncle asked suspiciously.
The man smiled mysteriously, "The flowing feeling under his fingers makes up for the lack of emotion very well."
The middle-aged uncle frowned slightly, and carefully noticed that there was indeed a sense of disconnection between the sounds, and he couldn't help but nodded.
"That seems to be the case, so what? What do you want to express?"
The man's eyes under his sunglasses blinked mischievously a few times, "This is exactly what makes him smart, just like the three emotions that appeared in the Op10-12 etude you just heard."
After a pause, his eyes crossed the stage again, "He is really good at guiding emotions. He will design the emotions at every stage of the music and never explode until the last moment."
"Unlike some self-righteous guys who want to make the music laugh as soon as their hands touch the keyboard."
The voice changed.
"However, this design is also very dangerous. If you are not careful, the music structure will become chaotic, so it is impossible for ordinary people to do this."
The middle-aged uncle nodded thoughtfully again, and gradually let go of his prejudice against the somewhat nervous young man beside him.
Neither of them spoke anymore.
All eyes are here
In the golden hall, only the music that passes through the connecting part to the sub-theme part becomes more and more profound.
.......
Sonata in F minor was the first classical piece that Qin Jian practiced after getting a tattoo. He couldn't remember how many times Czerny's performance had been repeated in his mind.
But down to a short rest in the score, he could feel a little bit of the emotion in Beethoven's writings.
The moment the extremely exciting Chopin sounded over Beethoven, he had already entered that natural and easy-going state.
this moment.
There was no sonata collection in front of him, and there was no trace of focused guidance in his thoughts.
Only his ten gentle fingers are talking to the keys.
It belongs to the dialogue between Qin Jian and Qin Jian.
Second movement.
The soothing and calm melody gently caressed every part of the hall, like the spring wind blowing through the fields.
The entire hall woke up in a state of vitality.
The unexpanded sonata form, in this small space, soothes everyone's auditory nerves in silence and peace.
Qin Jian was affectionate. He made a simple passing sound in the groove of his little finger, and his mind seemed to be having a mysterious conversation with the notes on the music score.
It was also midsummer in Vienna, and the four-year-old Mozart had already begun his magnificent life journey about music accompanied by his loving father.
Beethoven was also lucky from a certain perspective. He was also persistent and fond of music.
Facing his alcoholic father, the four-year-old would always cry in front of the piano.
Unlike Mozart, who is full of infinite romantic innocence, Beethoven's works always make people feel the profound microcosm of life in music at a certain moment.
Even though it is as gentle as the melody of a warm afternoon song, it also carries a deep introspection.
Qin Jian's arms move the drinking music, neither light nor heavy, but it always brings people into a simple space.
On the judges' bench, nineteen pairs of eyes looked silently at the young man in front of the piano. They had different postures and full of expressions.
Only the invisible eyes shed tears silently.
.......
Qin Jian was quiet in his own world.
I imagined the scene where Beethoven and Mozart met at the House of Figaro, and before I knew it, the music had reached the third movement.
A three-part minuet.
Qin Jian slightly folded his arms, shoulders naturally raised, and while pressing down the wrist of his left hand, the center of gravity of his right hand shifted to his ten fingers.
The music changes again.
Just like the disapproval of the previous Japanese player, in shaping the normality of the minuet, Qin Jian naturally expanded the shape, length and effect of the music.
After all, it is no longer the same era. Unlike the harpsichord a few eras ago, today, with increasingly developed manufacturing techniques and multi-functional modern pianos, Qin Jian believes that the composers of that era hoped that their works would be heard for centuries.
Then it got its present manifestation.
However, the core cannot be changed.
Maintaining the basic proportions and outlines of the notes, Qin Jian used his own piano vocabulary to describe it.
.......
"ah."
As the third movement gradually came to an end, the young man in sunglasses at the end of the audience opened his mouth.
He let out a brief sigh, as if he wanted to express something, but he just opened his mouth and nothing came out.
The uncle on the side turned his head and asked seriously, "What, have you discovered anything new?"
The man scratched his head and said, "I feel more and more that this is an extremely difficult guy."
"This is really troublesome."
"What do you mean?" the middle-aged uncle asked doubtfully.
At this moment, a figure walked gently into the entrance of the hall on the side.
The two looked at the sound at the same time.
The man focused his eyes and took off his sunglasses, revealing his handsome face.
His eyes followed the figure and he murmured: "What a cute girl."
But at this moment, after seeing the man's facial features clearly under his sunglasses, the middle-aged man suddenly lost his composure and raised the beard at the corner of his mouth, "You, you, you are..."
The tone was full of disbelief.
The man was reluctant to look away, turned to face the middle-aged man, smiled brightly, and showed his white teeth.
"it's me."
.......
"call."
"I actually caught up."
Duan Ran sat down and patted his chest.
Looking at the figure on the stage who raised his hand again, his eyes were filled with smiles.