Chapter 202 1 minute 38 Little secret of little strawberry
"The next contestant to appear is No. 8 in Group A, Duan Ran, from Yun Province, China. The entries are Chopin Etude Op. 10-4, Beethoven Piano Sonata No. 8, and the designated piano yamah."
Under the applause, the Chinese girl, still dressed in a white dress, slowly walked from the side of the stage to the center of the stage with steady steps.
I wonder if the bright desk lamp can bring her a little warmth.
Under the stage, Qin Jian stared closely at the white figure on the stage.
He no longer had time to think about why op 10-4 replaced Norma's memories in the etude, and he didn't even know what was going on with the seemingly intrusive Pathetique No. 8. All of this was different from what he originally knew.
Same.
But at this moment, none of this matters.
As the applause falls.
Duan Ran came to the piano with a smile, and then adjusted the rollers on both sides of the piano bench with both hands.
After adjusting to a suitable height, she placed her hands on the skirt.
Time passed by second by second.
But she didn't move, just sat quietly.
On the big screen, the girl's eyes were facing the piano calmly, while Qin Jian's eyes were becoming more and more anxious.
In a sudden moment, Duan Ran's arms exposed in the air moved.
The moment he raised his arms, the momentum erupted in front of the piano shocked the eyes of all the audience.
How could a thin girl burst out with such a strong aura?
Just a blink of an eye.
The next second.
The sound shook the sky, and the clear light shone brightly.
The torrent belonging to Duan Ran started playing.
There is no emotional foreshadowing. Perhaps the ten quiet seconds when she sat in front of the piano were her prelude.
The moment she raised her arms and heard the sound of falling, Chopin's brilliance was about to begin.
Serious and calm melody line and texture, highly highlighted clarity.
On the big screen.
Sihu's ten fingers stained with mysophobia can't pick out any stained tone, and the parabolic phrases ride on the wings of elastic speed, flowing naturally like a song.
Honestly, there is no more conclusive and vivid description than this.
The melody passing by like the wind really hides too many precise details. Perhaps Chopin did not expect that the picture he composed could be so colorful.
On the topic of speed.
The history of classical music did not begin with the second half of the 19th century, as you and I imagined, in the hands of a special group of pianists like Chopin and Liszt.
Although it is true that they developed the term speed and the piano genre to the point where everyone knows it, the real art of speed can be traced back to the Middle Ages.
Before the Baroque period, in the face of serious religious music, people seemed to be eager to promote the issue of speed.
It's still the old saying in the piano competition - "It's No. 4 again, it's the rapids again."
but.
So what?
A few days ago, Li Xianlong conquered all the audience, including the judges' seat, with his rapid performance of 1 minute and 45 seconds.
At this moment, Duan Ran stirs up this undercurrent of melody again, and what will it bring?
No one had time to think about this question.
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With hands as light as the wind in front of the piano.
Qin Jian's eyes softened slightly, and at the same time, he also remembered what Duan Ran said.
"At least from his performance, I don't think there's anything to comment on."
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"It's just that I've practiced this piece of music so many times that I can't even remember how many times I've played it, so it's not what you think."
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"And it's only 1 minute and 45 minutes. It's really not that fast."
Just at this moment.
“When-when——
Two chords, one long and one short, sounded one after another, and the duration of the last note of the chord filled the last moment of the music.
As the hall became quiet, the hands in front of the piano were put away.
There was an uproar in the audience.
Qin Jian's eyes also fell on the stopwatch on the big screen.
【00:01:38】
"It's a full 7 seconds faster than Li Xianlong."
Qin Jian sighed softly, feeling excited and worried at the same time.
Playing at such a speed, her body...
The discussion in the audience did not interrupt the progress on the stage.
Duan Ran wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead.
Open your hands again.
whereabouts.
A group of solemn piano sounds slowly spread from the castanets to every corner of the concert hall.
Listening to the chords that are all too familiar to my ears.
"come on."
Qin Jian thought silently in his heart.
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Three hours later.
In an ordinary ward, seeing Duan Ran slowly waking up, Qin Jian felt relieved. He quickly stood up and picked up the cold boiled water, sat next to the hospital bed, and helped the sleepy girl.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah." Duan Ran took the water glass and took a big gulp, then looked to the side and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not your fault," Qin Jian put the water glass on the table beside him. Seeing that the girl on the bed looked much better, he put up the pillow behind her, "Sit down for a while."
"Um."
Duan Ran nodded obediently and then sat back on the pillow.
"I don't know how the next game will go. I also wanted to watch Aso Natsuki's game. It's a pity that I didn't see it live this time." Duan Ran said and sat up.
"What game are you watching?" Qin Jian said angrily, "Why did you suddenly have a fever?"
"I don't know. I fell asleep when I got back to the hotel last night." The girl shook her head innocently, "I took a shower and went to bed last night when I got back to the hotel. Who knew I wouldn't feel very comfortable when I woke up in the morning."
As he said that, Duan Ran sighed, "Do you think I performed well today?"
"Okay, I was moved to tears by the end of the pathos." Qin Jian said seriously.
Duan Ran grinned and shook his head in disbelief, "Liar again."
"Really!" Qin Jian said anxiously.
"Who is it really?"
In the small ward, laughter could be heard from time to time.
Qin Jian bought two light meals at noon. After eating, under the doctor's instructions, Duan Ran finished injecting the last bottle of water, and the two of them took the car back to the hotel.
In the following time, Qin Jian also took on the job of a nurse, busy running around Duan Ran's room all afternoon.
Of course, some interesting little secrets were inevitably discovered during this process. As an adult man, there were a few moments that made him feel a surge of emotion.
For example, the little strawberries hanging in the bathroom.
“Unexpected.”
Seeing that the girl on the bed was already asleep, Qin Jian opened the score and went to the window to continue reading.
Regarding K491 Steel Concerto No. 24, he needs to read the score in the same way as he conquered the Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini.
This time, there will be no more days of anger, and he can only rely on himself for everything.
He is also looking forward to the upcoming finals of the youth group tomorrow afternoon.