From the moment Qin Jian pressed the first note, his hands never rested for a moment.
Prestissimo is the most expressive.
With ten fingers practicing over and over again, the muscle memory habits that have been re-established no longer require any help.
quick.
stable.
allow.
In the 2/2 time, the final movement in sonata form, every note is filled with Beethoven's passionate and intense nature.
Under the flowing fingers of Chopin's hand, the sensitive hammers of the Kawai piano struck the crisp strings, like the sun shining through the clouds in winter, bright and warm.
In Vienna at that time, no matter in the creations of Haydn or Mozart, there is no trace of this kind of movement.
On the giant screen in the background of the stage, a dense group of triplets is like a brisk dance of fingers on the keys, gorgeous but exaggerated.
A string of tinkling bells and bone-piercing sound flow from high to low, opening up a graceful scenery along the way.
Beautiful music gives people the illusion of beauty, and the young man in front of the piano has a bright face, painting every pair of eyes and ears.
In Beethoven's music, emotions are the most complex.
Regarding Beethoven's memory, apart from Czerny's short few lines of his apprenticeship scene, the only remaining thing left is the first meeting between the two Mauberts at the 'House of Figaro' mentioned in Amadeus' last wish.
That scene.
This does not exclude common sense science and the history of characters written by future generations, but since the creation of Chris' Piano Space, those things that were once rotten on the page are no longer vivid enough for Qin Jian himself.
Just like the sharp change of f and p in the passage at this moment, if the performer only plays the strong and weak based on the comparison of the volume, the musical content presented will be just another sensory cliché to the audience.
Qin Jian raised his head slightly and looked over the stage. He had no intention of looking at the overhead camera. His eyes fell on a dusty old spotlight from a distance, just like Beethoven and a certain person on a certain day of a certain year and a certain month.
He put down the quill pen in his hand and turned to look out the window. The street vendors were selling their goods in an Italian language that he did not understand, and that scene happened to be seen by the maid in the tavern facing the street.
That scene was written into history, that day Beethoven wrote the first chapter of his great sonata collection.
At this time, this scene seems to have been recorded. What kind of eyes do the young Chinese youths have on the big screen?
Under the erratic music, there is a pair of peaceful eyes.
In the reprise of the rapid movement of the music, the music and the pictures are filled with a sense of contradictory harmony.
"He belongs on this stage."
In another corner of the auditorium, a burning gaze never left the stage for a moment.
Takeshi Toji, an ordinary young music critic from Tokyo, is racking his brains to find all the language words as if he has discovered a treasure, and at the same time recording it on the manuscript paper.
The music advances slowly.
Qin Jian knew that the music was about to end, just like Beethoven knew that the pen in his hand had reached the end and should return to the main key of F minor.
Qin Jian was somewhat satisfied with today's performance, just like the young Beethoven who happily took the music score to find Haydn.
Perhaps at the moment when the young Beethoven walked through the streets and knocked on the door, Qin Jian's hands stopped.
"when--"
A short coda.
Qin Jian left the keyboard with both hands gracefully.
The hall became quiet.
Qin Jian sighed softly at the piano, pursed his lips, then helped the piano stand up and faced the audience.
He bent down deeply.
The next second.
The silent hall was boiling.
"Wow————————"
"Wow————————"
"Wow————————"
The surging applause resounded throughout the concert hall. Under the golden stage, the young Chinese youth bent down again.
“Wow————————————”
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"This moment is like Vienna in 1785, a shining star is rising slowly."
In a small bar, there were young people sitting in twos and threes.
"No more, that's all."
Duan Ran looked at the translation software on her mobile phone and read word by word, then turned to the side, the curvature of her mouth could not hide her smile at the moment, "It's amazing, great musician, this article has been reprinted 7314 times. , it’s only been 6 hours.”
"This is too ridiculous."
Qin crossed his legs and drank all the plum wine in his hand. To be honest, he had begun to like this sour and spicy drink.
"However, your performance in the fourth movement today was really great."
Duan Ran took a sip of the cherry juice in front of him, "I think it's better than the Huayun competition..."
"The emotions are natural, and the triplet left hand section is handled so well, but I always can't play that section well."
"Not really," Qin Jian recalled.
moment.
“I actually made a mistake when frequently switching the dim and cresc marks in that section. By the fourth movement, my palms were all sweaty, and the kawai keys themselves were slippery. As a result, one of the black keys in that section slipped when I moved my fingers quickly. "
Qin Jian shook his head and smiled as he said, "I felt a little panicked at that time, and in the end I didn't dare to look at the keyboard."
"Yes! I'm a little impressed by what you said. That's when you looked up at the ceiling."
Duan Ran smiled sweetly, "You are trying to use your body to cover up your mistake."
"I think this explanation is the most reasonable." Qin Jian poured himself a glass of plum wine again, "What are your plans for tomorrow? Are you still going to watch the game?"
"I don't know. What about you? Is there any game you want to watch? Duan Ran suddenly thought of something and said again, "There will be Fang Zongyao in the Group D game tomorrow afternoon."
"good."
Qin Jian nodded, he still wanted to support Fang Zongyao in his competition, and take a look at the overall level of this youth group.
"Then we will go to the Concert Hall of the Cultural Center tomorrow afternoon, and in the morning we will perform a four-hand ensemble piece."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Duan Ran nodded vigorously, then showed a pair of small tiger teeth, "So let's go eat takoyaki now."
"Takoyaki?"
Qin Jian frowned.
"What it is?"
...
As night falls, the first day of the Asian division of the Mozart International Music Competition has come to an end.
Players from all over Asia performed differently in today's competition.
The a4 player from the Chinese youth group received high praise. Some netizens even cut out a fragment of the last movement of the player's sonata to slap those in the forum who said, "He is just a third-rate keyboard player who can juggle." 'Such a voice.
On the other hand.
According to the online voting data of the players' support after the game, on the first day, the votes from Japan not only had no bright spots.
Even the junior contestant Natsuki Aso, who had high hopes from the Japan Musicians Association, actually repeated the wrong melody during the performance of the sonata.
‘She actually remembered the score wrong!’ This is the second most popular topic about the competition today after ‘Voice from China’.
This made many music critics in the music circle express their indignation, "How could our players make such stupid mistakes on the stage of international competitions."
Therefore, many radical people even blamed her teacher Nobuyuki Tokai for this responsibility.
"He has an absolutely inexcusable connection in this matter."
"How can a blind man teach a normal person how to read musical notation?"