After listening to Nobuyuki Toshii's half-hour narration, Natsuki Aso looked at his teacher with some regret, "Teacher, have you ever resented that man for this?"
"Hold a grudge?"
Nobuyuki Toshii frowned when he heard this, quickly waved his hands and shook his head, saying, "I have never thought about such a problem. I am very grateful to him. It was he who allowed me to listen to how pianists living in Asia express Chopin's piano."
Saying that, Nobuyuki Toshii sighed, with regret on his face, "He once had a chance to win the highest honor, but I don't know why he chose to give up before the finals."
"Teacher, are you referring to the Chopin Competition as the highest honor?" Aso Natsuki was not very clear about this paragraph.
"Yes, that year, almost the entire European piano community was waiting for him to win the honor of the championship. Even some old diehards from the Polish Chopin Research Association had to admit that this young man from China seemed to be
Born for Chopin."
Nobuyuki Toshii's expression changed again as he spoke, and he suddenly laughed, "Ha, now that I think about it, he is really an unpredictable person, just like the piano under his fingers."
"Perhaps he has never understood how sacred the Chopin Competition is to those who yearn for it," Nobuyuki Shii lamented. "Perhaps only such people can get closer to the true meaning of music."
As the man finished speaking, the room fell into silence for a moment.
"Teacher, can you tell me more about the Chopin Competition?" Natsuki Aso suddenly asked.
As if he sensed the different emotions in the girl's tone, Nobuyuki Shii smiled but didn't say anything for a while.
He just fumbled with his hands to close the piano cover, picked up the blind stick beside him, and slowly came to the window.
a long time.
“Iional Piaion”
"It is the world's top piano competition named after Chopin, at least in my mind it does not exist."
Saying softly, Nobuyuki Tokai pushed open the glass window, and a moist sea breeze blew in with water vapor.
"Held every five years at the Warsaw Philharmonic Hall, Chopin's hometown."
"At that time, the most famous pianists from all over the world will be selected to gather together and have a fair competition with all Chopin's works in the eyes of the world..."
"Every session, there will be all kinds of voices coming out. I can't describe the feeling..."
"Excellent..."
.......
The man was facing the window and talking attentively.
The more the girl listened, the more obsessed she became, and gradually she developed an inexplicable sense of yearning in her heart.
"..."
.......
"And the contestants who finally stand out will, without exception, become the most popular pianists..."
.......
"A Chopin Competition champion's trophy not only represents the highest achievement of a pianist's career, but is also a great honor for a country's cultural field."
"After 1970, with the rapid economic growth, our country's senior pianists also went to the Chopin Competition in large numbers."
"This is something we can be proud of, because in the previous sessions there were almost no yellow people appearing in that arena."
Shijing Nobuyuki said and suddenly sighed.
"But so far, we have never stood on the highest podium."
When the girl heard this, her heart suddenly tightened, as if she was tied down by something. At this moment, her ears rang again.
"But I have never been discouraged."
"I think one day we will have an honorary trophy of our own."
"Maybe it will be a long time."
"But I believe this day will come."
Shijing Nobuyuki suddenly turned his face, and under the light, his lifeless eyes seemed to shine at this moment.
"Because there are still you."
"Because there are still us..." the girl murmured, her pupils shrinking violently.
Suddenly, a sense of ritual arose in her heart. At this moment, the little grievances, accusations and curses that were still left in her heart seemed to have lost their weight and were never seen again.
a long time.
The girl took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on her face again.
She said softly: "Teacher, I also believe that there will be that day."
.......
Unknowingly, a small seed was planted in Natsuki Aso's heart when she was 17 years old.
.......
A long time passed.
The cold air in the room already made people shiver unconsciously.
"Teacher, you haven't told me about any interesting people you met today."
The girl stood up and helped her teacher to the sofa. When she turned to close the window, she discovered for the first time that Tokyo Bay under the night was so beautiful, as if it was covered with a colorful veil.
"he."
"I think he must be an interesting guy."
Shijing Nobuyuki thought about it and pondered for a moment.
"His piano is even more elusive than Shen Jun's."
When the girl heard the sound, she turned her head in surprise, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"teacher."
"Please tell me quickly."
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.......
Night has arrived.
In the dim hotel room, only the thin moonlight shone on a small area by the window.
Qin Jian was sitting here, holding a dark red wine glass in his hand, looking out the window, his deep eyes motionless, as if he was thinking about something.
The mobile phone on the bed is playing Beethoven's sonata collection, with random opus numbers and random movements.
Suddenly, as the epilogue of a lifetime comes to an end.
The next second.
Firm chords and brilliant brilliance appeared without warning.
this moment.
Qin Jian's pupils moved.
...
"Do you want to spend 5,000 worship points to open Piano Sonata No. 23?"
"yes."
Following his choice, the panel flashed white.
On the sonata collection in front of me, the gray catalog bar for Sonata No. 23 gradually lit up.
Qin Jian lowered his head and glanced at the numerical value on the back of his hand, feeling a slight pain in his body.
"Today's work was wasted all day again."
After drinking the rest of the wine in the glass, Qin Jian put down the glass and walked to the bathroom. After a while, the sound of the shower was intertwined with the sound of the piano coming from the mobile phone.
Beethoven Sonata No. 23.
title.
enthusiasm.
.......
The next morning, Qin Jian called Liao Linjun as soon as he got up.
"Sister Lin Jun, I would like to apply to the organizing committee to change the repertoire of the final sonata."
"What do you want to change it to?"
"Replace pathos with enthusiasm."
Liao Linjun was on her way to the Sanli Concert Hall, where she would serve as a judge for the youth professional group violin for the next whole day. She had not heard of Qin Jian's enthusiasm, and as a Chinese contestant in this competition
The person in charge, the deadline for her to apply for a change of track for the contestants is before 12 noon.
"You only have one chance to change the track, have you thought about it?"
"I know Sister Lin Jun, I have thought about it, please excuse me."
After a while.
"Okay," Liao Linjun said helplessly, "there is still time, you have to make good use of it. In addition, after all the individual preliminary rounds are over, there will be the ensemble group preliminary round. You two have finished the individual events, so prepare well these two days."
"Don't worry, Sister Lin Jun."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian's mood was not calm.
"call."
Lying on his back again, he looked at the white ceiling.