A sound like the most sinister wind from hell tore everything on the stage into pieces, sweeping away the farce that Mozart left behind in the world.
Only echoes full of sin and redemption are left.
A thrilling intoxication.
...
"Ding."
"Franz's apprentice ring discovered."
...
About five or six seconds passed. It was not until Qin Jian struggled to talk about his arms on the big screen that Xia Dong slowly retracted his hands.
Even though the music had ended, he could still feel a little creepy.
At the last moment of the movement, he almost lost control of the orchestra.
This is a very scary thing for a conductor who is rising in his career.
If I had really made a mistake on the stage just now, the consequences would have been...
"Fortunately, I finally stopped it."
Xia Dong secretly breathed a sigh of relief with his back to the audience, and couldn't help but glance at the piano.
"He's doing it again."
After a while.
"But it seems to feel pretty good."
Xia Dong adjusted his facial expression and ignored Qin Jian who was still in a daze in front of the piano. He turned around first and then raised his baton slightly.
The next second.
A "swish" sound.
All the concertina members of the Yanjing Philharmonic Orchestra stood up in unison.
At this moment, Qin Jian raised his lips and turned off the panel in front of him while helping Qin stand up.
After shaking hands and hugging the first violinist, Qin Jian walked to Xia Dong's side and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Xia Zhi."
"You brat, you almost teased me."
"I'll treat you to sushi after the game."
Following the brief conversation between the two, the entire orchestra bent down.
I don't know which corner of the stage suddenly burst into applause, followed by continuous applause.
"Wow————————"
"Wow————————"
"Wow————————"
Waves of applause resounded throughout the hall.
Erquan took the curtain call with the members of the percussion group and the woodwind group and left, and the concertmaster left with the members of the string group.
Finally, Xia Dong patted Qin Jian's shoulder.
"My mission is accomplished."
Then the baton made a gorgeous turn in his hand and was accurately inserted into his trouser pocket and left.
As Xia Dong left, the applause from the audience gradually weakened.
After the audience completely quieted down, Qin Jian nodded slightly to the dark auditorium.
Then he turned back to the piano and sat down.
At this moment, it seemed that the audience realized.
The game is not over yet.
"It's finally here."
Aso Natsuki patted her chest gently, took a deep breath, and calmed down her nervousness.
Be prepared to listen.
Liszt's clock was her favorite work.
...
quiet.
In front of the piano, Qin Jian sighed slightly.
Finally, he took a look at the simple carved ring on the far left in the inventory that exuded purple.
[Franz’s Apprentice Ring]
[Item introduction]: A ring once worn by the protégé of the piano king Liszt. After equipped, the player can bless some of the piano king's body movements during the piano playing.
"Exactly the same as what Chris introduced."
Qin Jian smiled, what a coincidence
"Are you wearing Franz's apprentice ring?"
"yes."
With a faint 'click' sound, a simple slowness was embedded in the empty equipment slot.
For a moment, Qin Jian felt his arms light up, and then his entire upper body became lighter.
Feeling this wonderful feeling, my mind was racing through the music score in my mind.
The next second.
"Focus on guidance."
"open."
With the first measure in consciousness, the first group of sounds is obtained.
On the big screen, Qin Jian's raised right hand stretched out in an exaggerated manner, his big and small thumbs slightly raised, and when he was just far enough to press an octave, he paused in the air for half a beat.
Then it fell lightly, and at the same time, the right foot slightly stepped on the sustain pedal.
Instantly, the left hand also made the same movement as the right hand, and after three reverberated and extremely clear beeps, it fell.
"Da da da"
"Dip, drip, drip"
"Da da da"
It's like a conversation between left and right hands, extremely crisp and clear.
As the conversation ended, Qin Jian suddenly leaned up, raised his right hand high in the air, hooked his wrist, and dropped it again the next second.
The five fingers of the right hand are spread out with all their strength to make a skipping sound in the high range.
The hammers strike the strings, and the towering soundboard of the grand piano seems to transform into a bell tower.
The silvery bell-like tone of the high-pitched area of the piano and the short and powerful sound formed by the stop-tone playing method, after hitting the piano soundboard, produced a series of vivid and lifelike small bells.
The figure in front of the piano seems to have turned into a silent bell ringer.
Fascinated by the unfolding of the music theme, and with Qin Jian's indifferent and calm expression, everything seemed so easy.
His big hands were running rapidly on the keys, and the notes were jumping up and down, just like a stream splashing under the hooves of a galloping horse.
The music continues.
Gradually, Qin Jian allowed his fingers to move freely in the music, but his thoughts could not help but drift into the distance.
Qin Jian wasn't sure why he finally changed the order of the tracks. Maybe he was simply homesick.
From the busy preparations after the Spring Festival to the last piece in the final competition of the Mozart Competition today.
Qin Jian gained something from his trip to Tokyo.
After appreciating the style of the world competition, I also felt the wonderful performances of works from various periods brought by players from different regions and countries.
Although the final result of the youth group was only one place away, the direct ticket for the duo group was already in hand.
"At least I can go to Vienna with a legitimate name."
Qin Jian faced the piano and couldn't help but smile. A long jump with his left hand once again made the music move forward to a climax.
I don't know how Ye Yi is doing recently, but Qin Jian's mind reappeared that thin figure unconsciously.
"How's Taotao's minuet going?"
"I am really not a qualified teacher."
After arriving in Tokyo, Qin Jian only exchanged brief messages with the other party a few times.
As he practiced and competed with Duan Ran every day, Qin Jian realized that he seemed to be consciously avoiding some problems of this kind.
Headache.
Duan Ran.
Ye Yi.
As the music progressed to the end, the two faces in Qin Jian's mind alternated crazily.
And now the music changed again.
The heavy low chords have a hint of heaviness.
besides.
The college entrance examination is about to take place in less than a hundred days. Do you really want to choose to go abroad this summer?
This seems to be another problem.
"call."
With the final one-handed vibrato.
Qin Jian sighed softly.
Using both hands, he gently finished the last note.