Looking at the number of 1 minute and 56 seconds, Qin Jian did not feel any pressure. On the contrary, he only felt a sense of relief in his heart.
"Well, it was indeed handled very cleverly." Duan Ran also nodded, "The whole process was almost invisible to people that he was accelerating, but I noticed that when he reached the 45th measure, the time had already reached 1 minute and 17 seconds.
seconds, so the remaining part took him less than 40 seconds."
Qin Jian looked to his side in surprise, "So accurate?"
Duan Ran smiled mysteriously, pointed at the stage with his chin, "Well, let's begin."
The two turned their eyes to the stage again.
Fang Zongyao began to play the sonata.
A kind of sunshine smell, rational and full of pleasantness.
Gradually, the atmosphere of the entire hall was submerged in this kind of atmosphere.
Sonata No. 7 is not conspicuous in Beethoven's huge collection of sonatas compared to its passionate, pathos and storm.
But in Czerny's original words, 'The creative technique of this piece is simply wonderful.'
The essence of the whole song is concentrated in the ascending and descending fourths of '7' and '3'.
Intervals of fourths occur throughout the work.
Even with such simple materials, Mr. Pei still wrote this complex symphonic piano piece.
This also made Qin Jian feel once again that none of Beethoven's sonatas, known as the "New Testament" of piano music, is ordinary.
At this time, the soft music in his ears also allowed Qin Jian to see the delicacy of Fang Zongyao's performance from another angle.
He grasps the strength and weakness of each musical phrase down to the smallest unit, as if every sixteenth note will receive special attention from him, and then be arranged into orderly and large heads one by one, and the whole process does not give any hint.
The feeling of being delayed.
"You play really well."
Qin Jian thought to himself, "Come on."
Most of the audience present basically held similar thoughts to Qin Jian, especially as a competitor in the same category, many people were filled with great pressure when watching the performance on stage.
However, some people think this is nothing.
In the third row of the contestants' seats, Li Xianlong looked at the figure in front of the piano and jokingly said in English to the female contestant next to him: "I can convince him with just one hand."
The other party just shook his shoulders and said he didn't care.
Seeing that he was rejected, Li Xianlong just curled his lips and once again crossed his arms and looked at the stage, like a winner.
The complete performance of Fang Zongyao’s second movement ended.
"ok."
The judges' bench rang out again.
The same call for stop is much more polite than stop, and it is also at the end of a movement.
Fang Zongyao smiled, bowed under the applause, left the stage and returned to the contestants' seat.
"The next contestant is No. 10 in Group D, Li Xianlong, from Singapore. The competition repertoire is Chopin Etude Op. 10-4 and Shostakovich's Second Piano Sonata."
Qin Jian heard Li Xianlong in English, heard the rapids, and heard Shostakovich who seemed to have a salon atmosphere. He also heard warm applause and shouts from the scene.
"It's different for pianists who are already famous. They bring their own fans when they participate in competitions."
Duan Ran turned around when he heard this, "What? Are you envious?"
"That's not true, but Shostakovich is still very exciting."
As Qin Jian said, the young man with black-framed eyes on the stage had already adjusted his sitting posture.
Recalling the last moment of the piano duel the day before yesterday, Qin Jian sighed softly and said to his side again: "And it is said that Li Xianlong's classical performance is full of personal characteristics."
As the boy in front of the piano swayed and raised his arms, everyone's eyes focused on the piano.
The next second.
I saw the back of his right hand suddenly arched up in mid-air, and then his five fingers grasped the air, and fell down instantly in the blink of an eye.
From the first sound in the hall, everything in the air seemed to speed up.
Listening to the music in his ears, Qin Jian felt that he had entered a world at double speed, where everything was in fast forward.
On the stage and the big screen.
Li Xianlong's arms are not long. He holds his chest straight, and a pair of forearms in front of him seem to be propped up consciously. His two palms swing back and forth on the keyboard not very frequently.
But no one could see clearly the movement arcs of his ten fingers.
"too fast."
"sky."
“Incredible.”
Even the judges' seats exclaimed in exclamation. Such a torrent cannot be described as ferocious.
The height of music can never be defined by speed. The argument that "whoever plays fast is the one who plays well" made more than 20 years ago is obviously inappropriate today.
But from a certain perspective, the height of finger skills can be measured by speed. For the same allegro work, the same playing intensity, and the same clear display, the person who plays faster is the one with better skills.
.
Now it seems that in this piece, Fang Zongyao is indeed inferior to Li Xianlong in terms of fingering technique, but in terms of the beauty of the music, Qin Jian feels that Fang Zongyao's Chopin should be more in line with the public's aesthetics.
"When——————"
Leaving a chord ending, Li Xianlong raised his hands, finished the performance, and turned to look at Zong Yao's seat above the contestants' bench.
On the big screen.
【00:01:45】
“oh my god!!”
The audience was boiling.
The applause was accompanied by screams, and even several judges from Southeast Asian countries raised their hands.
And Li Xianlong's look made Qin Jian feel a little angry.
"Duan Ran, do you think it sounds good?"
Hearing the commotion around him, he was a little confused. This was a serious classical piano competition, not a piano duel.
"I went to watch the youth group match yesterday. The atmosphere of the two stadiums was indeed different. Moreover, this is an international stadium. This is probably how foreign audiences are, so don't worry too much."
Looking at Qin Jian's frown, Duan Ran seemed to have read Qin Jian's thoughts and smiled again, "Besides, there is indeed a big problem with his playing."
"Three wrong notes. In the seventh measure, he played the 5 on the first right-hand chord instead of #5. In the third measure, he played the 7 on the left-hand chord instead of a 1. In the 78th measure, he even missed a pass.
sound."
"And the rhythm is almost unclear, and didn't you notice that at the end his note durations weren't long enough?"
"At least judging from his performance this time, I don't think there's anything to comment on, so there's nothing to be angry about."
"What do you think?" Duan Ran blinked at Qin Jian after speaking, "Just smile."
Qin Jian did not smile, but instead frowned deeper, and then his throat moved up and down involuntarily.
"Can you hear every wrong note he makes?!"
The corner of Duan Ran's mouth raised a cute curve again.