330. Q{xml}A with Sayewi, the first encounter at that moment
The family of origin is crucial to a person's growth.
The world-famous family guru Satya once said that a person is inextricably linked to her family of origin, and this connection may affect her life.
Unfortunately, Duan Ran's original family only lasted until she was seven years old.
At the age of seven, she didn't understand why her father, who had been scolding her for piano practice, disappeared, nor why another man called her stepfather came to live in the house not long after.
Fortunately, she already had her best partner at that time, a wooden box that made wonderful sounds.
Being with the piano was the whole childhood that she wanted to keep in her memory.
Probably because she inherited her parents' strong musical talents, she showed musical talent beyond her peers at a young age.
As she grew older, this talent gradually made her stand out.
One day, a person named Shen Qingci appeared in her piano learning career, and then her piano door was completely opened.
Time flies by.
From a child to a young girl, it only takes a blink of an eye.
At the age of sixteen, she still had no friends or even parents, at least that's what she thought.
Her world only has the piano, and her world is independent.
This year, she was able to play all the Chopin etudes.
Another day, her teacher told her that there will be a competition in two years' time that you can try.
She said yes.
His teacher said again, you need to prepare a piano concerto.
At that moment, she knew she could put down Chopin's etudes.
In the sea of piano works, she has experienced Beethoven's sorrow and indignation, witnessed Rachmaninoff's majesty, and was also fascinated by Mozart's magnificence.
But what she loved most was Schumann's love story for Clara, "Piano Concerto in A minor."
Hot, scalding, pure and flawless.
Every girl has a longing for love.
The love story between Schumann and Clara left an indelible mark on her in her prime.
Spring goes and winter comes again, and two years pass in a hurry.
At this time, she could already fully mobilize her fingers to outline the musical picture in her heart.
The girl in the mirror has grown a little taller, and her bright facial features have lost some of their childishness and become more mature.
It's just that the desolation between his eyebrows and eyes has never faded away with the memory of childhood.
Perhaps only when she is in the world of piano, her expression becomes a little softer.
The night before she was going to Yanjing to participate in the Huayun Competition, her mother knocked on her door and told her to prepare to go to France after the competition.
She said yes again.
It doesn't matter to her, it's just a transition from one new family to another.
That's all.
The only regret is probably that it is difficult to eat the rice noodles downstairs anymore.
Early the next morning, she stopped for a moment at the rice noodle shop in front of her home, then headed to the airport.
She was wearing a new white cotton coat and carrying her cloth bag.
After getting off the plane and settling into her accommodation, she did not make a call to her teacher.
She then found a place called Yuefu Qinfang near the hotel.
Pushing the door open, there were only three people in the hall at this time
"Excuse me, is there a practice room for the grand piano?" she asked.
At this moment, a guy with a white bandage on his hand suddenly turned around.
Although his sudden look back made her instinctively uncomfortable, the look in his eyes did not make her feel disgusted.
The outside world is completely new to her.
A black notebook was enough to make her feel novel.
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Qin Jian finished the last note and gently raised his hand.
“Incredible.”
Paul clapped his hands softly, "As I said just now, my premonitions are always very accurate."
“Absolutely wonderful.”
Qin Jian played two sonatas for Paul in succession, as well as all the movements of the K466 concerto.
After the applause fell, Paul nodded with satisfaction and said: "I will continue to make a bold prediction now. You will record a Mozart record that will go down in history."
"Thanks."
Qin Jian is also quite satisfied with the previous works.
At this time, applause rang out again, and there was an unknown figure in the direction of the door of the hall.
Qin Jian looked over.
Just like an old man with a white beard who can be seen casually on the streets of Hamburg, he is slightly short in stature, wearing pants shorter than the average person, and a long brown coat that is slightly outdated, but his whole body is neat and clean.
Not sloppy.
You would think that he is a well-behaved and hard-working person, but if you look closely, he looks a bit out of place and not very gregarious.
"Commander Sayevi is here, Mr. Qin Jian, I have to introduce him to you."
Qin Jian quickly stood up from the piano and followed Paul's footsteps.
The old man also came over.
Paul introduced the two of them, and Qin Jian bent down slightly, raised his hands, held the old big hand, and said in broken German: "Hello."
"I like the second movement of k466 that you just played. It's a very interesting treatment."
Paul translated the Sayevid language.
"Can we start now?" The old man looked impatient.
Qin Jian nodded and said, "I am extremely honored."
The three of them came to a simple lounge and sat around a small round table.
Sayevi: "Can you briefly talk about your impression of Mozart? Anything is fine."
Qin Jian didn't think too much: "Struggle, innocence."
The two words that sounded contradictory at first made Sayevi frown, thinking that the other party would make a long speech.
He has collaborated with countless pianists, and he has sufficient experience in this area.
He even looked forward to the other party's long speech.
Although this kind of dialogue is a bit formulaic, it is enough for him to find something he agrees with in the other party's reply. This is the entry point for cooperation between the two parties.
A sense of resonance.
But now, two labeled words put him in some kind of trouble
"What is struggle?" Sayevi asked again.
Qin Jian replied: "His life."
Sayevi: "What is life?"
Qin Jian: "Music."
Sayevi: "You mean he struggled with music his whole life?"
Qin Jian shook his head. He didn't know whether Paul's translation was accurate enough. He looked at Paul again and said word for word: "What I want to express is that Mozart was accompanied by music throughout his life, but his life was full of struggles."
After a while, Paul translated to Sayavi again.
Sayevi smiled, "Then what is innocence?"
Qin Jian said: "All of him."
Sayevi said: "Can you be more specific?"
Qin Jian said: "At least in my opinion now, there is still a child living in Mozart's heart. As we all know, even in the most difficult times of his life, he could suddenly become happy because he got a pink wig. This was his ability to enjoy hardships.
, he easily forgets the pain and often bursts into laughter."