Under the stage, thousands of pairs of eyes watched Qin Jian's every move on the stage.
They waited quietly without any impatience.
Time seemed to be stretched out, and every second passed extremely long.
After a long time.
Qin Jian put the handkerchief aside and smiled again to signal to Mellon.
The second movement, small canto.
This is probably Mozart's most pure and clear movement.
Piano lead.
Qin Jian raised his hand and pointed down, and the golden hall sounded again.
The flowing and jumping notes seem to be reminiscing about the past as soon as they appear.
Qin Jian's face revealed a touch of nostalgia and reluctance.
No one knows where his reluctance comes from, but the strange thing is that no one feels a trace of sadness in this reluctance.
Generally speaking, music in a major key is bright, while music in a minor key is melancholy.
But starting from the first movement of this C minor work, people seem not to find the slightest bit of sadness in the shadow of the piano.
This has to be amazing.
The music develops, and the dialogue between the woodwind and the piano is like a couple under the dim starlight, talking to each other.
Until the end of the entire movement, the entire golden hall remained silent in a pure land of the soul, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
No distracting thoughts, no distractions.
...
The first two movements of the entire work have ended, there is no more Faust, no more Marguerite.
All the layouts in Qin Jian's mind no longer revolve around the previous impressions.
But about Mozart's backbone, I will never forget it.
As the third movement was about to come, he understood that the calm would still be broken.
Only this time, he hopes to defeat it in Mozart's way.
...
After a brief silence, the piano and the podium looked at each other again.
Qin Jian nodded.
The next second.
Mellon's whole body suddenly started to move.
With his hands falling suddenly.
The string section took the lead and started moving very quickly.
The audience was in uproar again.
"What speed is this?!"
A kind of judge once again filled his heart with question marks.
It's just that Qin Jian still didn't give them time and space to think.
Stepping on the tail of the string section, he moved again.
For the first time in the whole song, Qin Jian slightly lowered his upper body and extended his elbows back about the length of one hand.
He lowered his wrists so that his entire hands seemed to be pressed against the keyboard.
His fingers moved quickly.
Perhaps in order to better express a natural and thoughtful performance, in addition to the shaking arms and running fingers, Qin Jian's head also moved rapidly with the music.
If you observe more carefully, it is not difficult to see that his mouth is opening and closing as if he is mumbling something.
"If Mozart were sitting here playing, I think he would also choose this speed."
But it is obvious that when Mozart left, the designer of the Golden Hall was not yet born.
...
As Qin Jian's ten fingers accelerated, the orchestra moved faster and faster.
It seems like misfortune shrouded in darkness, approaching step by step, following like a shadow.
...
The syncopation played by the piano against the backdrop of triplets seems to break through this dark prison.
...
In the chaotic and complicated variations, sporadic major keys appear like stars, guiding the direction of the music.
...
After the brilliance, Qin Jian's calm expression gradually disappeared, replaced by a decisive look.
The movement comes to the end in 6/8 time, and the pace of the piano becomes more and more rapid.
The entire hall also entered this final tense atmosphere at this moment.
"control."
"control."
"control."
Qin Jian recited it silently three times in his mind.
...
With the seventh variation coming again.
Duan Ran couldn't help but clench her hands again. She still remembered the violent anger that Qin Jian erupted when he played this section in the Tokyo competition.
Although she admitted that the man on the stage was particularly charming at that moment, she was still wary of the raging sound of the piano.
It's just that the figure in front of the piano seems to be gradually returning to that moment.
A chilling atmosphere once again descended on the stage,
The sudden flow of sound swirled around the piano rapidly, like an invisible fire.
Makes you feel undepressed.
However, at this moment, the air pressure on the stage has reached the critical point of final explosion.
Qin Jian raised his head and looked at Melon.
The orchestra suddenly stopped.
In the quiet hall, only a faint piano tail sound was left.
"when--------"
next moment.
Under everyone's gaze, Qin Jian raised his hands and adjusted the collar of his tuxedo.
Then he straightened his chest and returned his arms to their original position.
His fingers stood up.
fall.
He struck out the fugue's monologue alone.
this moment.
The whole place was silent, only the sound of the ethereal piano echoed.
The reflection of the theme gradually evaporated in the air, and the radiance replaced the darkness, illuminating the entire golden hall.
Amidst the solemn and solemn fugue melody, Qin Jian sits under the straight light.
In front of the piano in the beam, he was like a devout believer, making his last prayers to the Lord.
It was just the corners of his raised mouth that were full of smiles.
His fingers beat in an orderly manner, as if he wanted to seep this holiness into the music layer by layer.
The scene is completely silent.
only.
Gradually.
Gradually.
His fingers are getting slower and slower.
The fingerprints on the piano are getting lower and lower.
at last.
Stopped with a dissonant chord.
“Buzz————”
The whole place fell silent again.
Qin Jian remained in this posture, motionless.
Maybe one second passed, maybe five seconds passed.
On the podium, Mellon waved his arms again.
String section, wind section, percussion section.
The voices shook in unison.
A strong religious symphony took over the remnants of the divine grace and played the theme of K491 throughout the hall for the last time.
That's when the band pushed the music to its peak.
"Let's finish it."
Qin Jian smiled and raised his left hand for the last time with a calm heart.
Then it fell gently.
At the same time, the left foot quietly stepped on the sustain pedal. This is a pedal mark that has never existed in any version of the music score.
"when."
Mixed in the vigorous chorus of the orchestra.
The sound of the piano was like Mozart's departure, like a grain of sand falling into the dust in that mighty era.
...
"but."
Qin Jian smiled.
...
One second later.
Mellon's hands have been retracted.
The bows of the string section also stopped.
The trumpeters lowered their horns.
The percussionist put away his hammer.
Two seconds later.
Every member of the band has completed his or her final mission.
Three seconds later.
The sound of each musical instrument also gradually weakened and quickly dissipated.
Four seconds later.
The music seemed to be over, but no one applauded.
Because there is still a trembling lingering sound in the air.
Just when everyone was looking for traces of this voice.
Five seconds later.
On the big screen, on the keyboard of the piano, a left hand slowly raised.
But the sound in the air still did not dissipate.
Six seconds later.
When the audience's eyes moved to the movement of the left foot on the pedal, they seemed to understand.
But when the seventh second came, Qin Jian slowly raised his numb foot on the sustain pedal.