The moment the sound passed by, Qin Jian sat up from the piano.
Then he opened the space and opened the backpack.
A black sheet of music with purple light is lying quietly next to Chopin's hand position formula.
[Chris Variation No. 7]
[Introduction to the item]: Bartolomeo Cristofori’s unpublished piano works No. 7, Variations
Scan the item introduction carefully.
Qin Jian was shocked.
"Do you want to open it now?"
"yes."
There was a ‘click’ sound.
The black musical score floated up from the inventory. The next second, purple light flashed and unfolded instantly.
I quickly scanned the first page of music.
Qin Jian secretly thought that this score was clearly the work he had picked up in space. Except for some note rhythms that he had recorded wrongly, the rest was almost the same.
"Speed mark."
"Strong and weak marks."
"Emoji markers."
"Finger hair mark."
Qin Jian murmured, his eyes gleaming.
Each corresponding position is clearly marked with performance precautions.
After scanning it hastily, Qin Jian quickly turned to the second page...
When my eyes fell on the tempo mark of the second variation, I was shocked.
"168!!"
"The tempo of this variation turns out to be 168!!!"
Looking at the densely packed sixteenth-note regular score, he was confused.
""How about playing?!"
How to play at this speed?
Then scroll down.
On the third page, the speed dropped to 80, and the music charts were not complicated, almost the same as my own records.
His eyes fell on the last two sections, and Qin Jian found the place where he ended.
"The next step is a new experience."
Just as he continued to turn the pages enthusiastically.
"Do you want to spend 5,000 worship points to unlock the next page?"
The cold electronic sound rang in my ears again.
"yes."
Without a moment's hesitation, Qin Jian chose Yes. He had long been accustomed to Chris's urine, and 5,000 adoration points was nothing to him now.
He won't even blink an eye at 15,000.
The tattoo flashed, and 5,000 worship points were instantly deducted.
Page 4 unfolded before Qin Jian's eyes.
"adagio"
The first thing that catches the eye is the expression mark of the third variation.
"Little Adagio"
This speed is comfortable.
look down
"When-when, when..."
Qin Jian looked at the rhythm and hummed the theme of the third variation while playing the chords on the piano with his left hand.
"Sounds good."
The melody has soft lines and sounds warm and auspicious. Although the ascending third motive after the modulation revolves around the theme, the rhythmic pattern seems to be somewhat borrowed from the first variation.
"This writing technique is a bit like Schubert's Wanderer's Fantasia."
The whole room was filled with Qin Jian's humming and piano harmony, and it sounded extremely harmonious for a while.
[Admiration value from Liu Damei +3]
Two minutes later.
The music score on the fourth page was also coming to an end, and Qin Jian almost played the entire chord part with one hand.
“Sight reading has improved.”
Next page.
"Do you want to spend 10,000 worship points to unlock the next page?"
The sound in the space sounded again.
"...."
"******"
"yes."
Qin Jian tugged on the stiff muscles at the corners of his mouth and chose yes again.
The moment the fifth page opened, his eyes went to the bottom first.
Immediately he breathed a sigh of relief.
so far so good.
There is no next page.
The fourth variation, in 6/8 time.
Average speed.
Except for various chord jumps and octave techniques, there seems to be nothing else.
It just so happens that a lot of effort has been put into these two technologies recently, so it’s time to test them out.
Qin Jian sighed and flipped back and forth from the first page to the fifth page several times.
Standard variation format of the Classical period.
"The biggest problem after reading this work is the speed of the second variation."
There are still eleven days left, and the time is neither too loose nor too tight.
After changing the subject, Qin Jian's eyes fell on the title of the work again.
‘Chris Variations Op.7’
Qin Jian turned around, turned on his computer, and searched the Internet, but did not find this work.
Then he entered ‘Bartolomeo Cristofori’ again.
The enter key sounded with a "click" sound.
A lot of information popped up on the web page.
‘Bartolomeo Cristofori (1655-1731), born in Padua, Italy, was a musical instrument maker.
‘Bartolomeo Cristofori – the inventor of the clavichord’
...
moment.
Qin Jian closed the computer.
After walking around the room several times, Qin Jian admitted that he was getting a little anxious.
He went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, poured some cold water on his face.
The cold water temperature temporarily stabilized his thoughts.
Returned to the desk and turned on the desk lamp.
Qin Jian took out a pen that had not been used for a long time from the pen holder on the side, cleaned the nib, and filled it with ink again.
I took out a brand new music book from the bookshelf and started copying it carefully based on Chris's 7th Variation.
...
Three hours later.
After drawing the last bar line, Qin Jian wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Then he continued writing in the lower left corner of the score.
‘Chris Variations Op.7’
Holding the pen, he thought for a moment.
moment
I looked at the time.
‘14.05.09 21:04’
‘Chris’
...
"So be it."
"Practice the piano."
...
Soon, the heavy introduction sounded again in room 206.
No, it can no longer be called a heavy introduction.
Chris clearly marked [Espressivo] on the first measure of the score.
It translates as ‘expressive’, but no one knows what expression it is.
After all, no performer has ever explained this correction.
Trace history.
Perhaps Chris ate too much cheese one evening and suddenly had a flood of happy thoughts while squatting in the bathroom with constipation.
Perhaps his cat knocked over the vase he placed on the piano, and the broken glass on the ground gave him inspiration.
Perhaps in 1717, after Schroeter invented the more advanced mallet hammer to replace him, in anger, he returned home and drew wildly on the blank line music.
There is no way to study all this.
But what we can be sure of is this.
Vienna thirteen days later.
On the stage of the Golden Hall.
Someone will kick off a period hidden in history.
It's the prologue.
...
"The seventh trumpet is a variation."
After pausing the complicated introduction practice, Qin Jian looked at the handwritten music score in front of him, and his thoughts stopped again.
"Then what is the format of No. 1?"
"Sonata? Concerto? Scherzo? Waltz? Or etude?"
"Rhapsody?"
His irrepressible curiosity prevented him from entering into a normal practice routine.
"Espressivo."
My eyes returned to the first line.
"Tangled."
Qin Jian once again swept through the complicated first four sections.
The ups and downs of the melody, the contradictory harmony progression of strong and weak, disordered.
"It's really confusing."
moment.
"Um?"
Qin Jian's doubtful voice.
As if he thought of something, his eyes narrowed slightly.
He slowly raised his hands again.
...
Tangled, it seems, can also be used as an expression.