"What aspect are you referring to? If it is the piano itself, I think you know this better than I do." Paul replied.
Qin Jian pondered for a moment, "You said just now that there are only three of this kind of piano in the world, right?"
"To be exact, there are only two machines left in the world. In 2006, there was a fire at the Perlov factory." Paul said with regret in his eyes, "You know, so now there are only two machines left, and one is in
Here, one is at Carnegie Hall."
Qin Jian also nodded regretfully, "Paul, are all the pianos here bought by DG Company?"
Paul said: "Most of the pianos here are from the company's collection, and a small number are donated by businessmen or famous pianists."
"Are the pianos here for sale?" Qin Jian asked the question in his mind.
Paul's expression seemed to have heard a funny joke, "Mr. Qin Jian, you have to know that not every piano player can come to this hall."
"At least I've never seen a pianist take away a piano from here after recording."
Qin Jian nodded, "Sorry, I was abrupt."
"You're welcome, it's just a small question." Paul said, and couldn't help but look in Duan Ran's direction, his eyes thoughtful.
moment.
"However, as far as I know, Korsowski took a red peach xylophone from here, but for this he recorded five CDs of Chopin's complete works for the company."
Corso, the piano fanatic.
Naturally, Qin Jian is well aware of this famous name. The old man, who is called the modern Chopin by the Nordic piano community, never married and stayed with the piano, creating the myth of Chopin piano record sales.
It's just that he didn't know there was such a thing behind it.
"A small suggestion." Paul smiled.
Qin Jian nodded again and thanked him.
After Paul left, Qin Jian came to sit down in front of the Steinway where he played yesterday.
He did have some ideas, and he could see that Duan Ran really liked that piano.
There is no need to think about the Carnegie Hall station, we can only use our brains from DG.
"It's just a little tricky."
With a sigh, Qin Jian recovered his thoughts.
His attention returned to his eyes.
Raise your hands and lower your fingers, Mozart's Concerto K271 plays.
In the hall, in addition to Duan Ran's impressionistic Chopin, Mozart's passionate enthusiasm also joined in.
The two voices have their own characteristics, and it's hard to tell them apart.
While Qin Jian was having an insight into his own playing ideas, he was recalling what Duan Ran said last night.
Duan Ran's words last night touched him a lot. In addition to the sentence 'I really miss you', there was also a sentence 'Don't you realize it yourself?'
Qin Jian seemed to realize something after Duan Ran's intentional or unintentional move.
After two hours of groping and repeated thinking and comparison, he found that the problem was not big.
It's just that something has changed in terms of ideas.
It used to be 'I'm eating melon.'
Now it’s ‘I know I’m eating melon, I saw I’m eating melon’
Qin Jian realized this and made some new discoveries.
If the Mozart he played before was like the top of an iceberg that could be seen floating on the horizontal surface, now he discovered that the faint, larger part was actually hidden under the water.
It's just that he still can't see the whole picture clearly.
He saw the birth of Mozart, his childhood, his glorious years in Vienna, and the stunning masterpiece The Marriage of Figaro when he was depressed.
But this is not enough. Maybe after seeing Mozart's whole picture clearly, he can touch the bottom of the iceberg.
Amadeus's last wish is still the key to it.
After figuring this out, Qin Jian no longer had the fear of being dominated.
I devoted myself wholeheartedly to this new Mozart playing experience.
It's as if you can see the silky slow slow melody of the second movement, like a school of fish swimming across the sea level without a single ripple.
Qin Jian imagined soothing string accompaniment in his mind, his hands became softer and gentler, and he closed his eyes unconsciously.
Mozart's piano world is clearly visible before your eyes.
Four hours flew by in a blink of an eye.
...
When he stopped his fingers and opened his eyes again.
In the afterglow of dusk, Duan Ran came to the piano without knowing when.
She was holding her chin with her hands, looking at Qin Jian intently and smiling.
"What a nice view."
Duan Ran stood up and handed over a clean handkerchief and said softly, "I want to know what you were thinking about when you played k466 just now."
Qin Jian took the handkerchief, "The creation of k466 was completed in 1785, which happened to be the completion stage of "The Marriage of Figaro"."
Wiping the sweat from his palms, "This was the peak period of Mozart's writing, and he had not written a symphony for two years. This led to an official saying that he regarded this concerto as a symphony.
Come and create'."
"This has led to modern people, when playing this piece of music, only paying attention to its grandeur, scale, and dramatic intensity. They often ignore the fact that when Mozart composed this piece of music, he was at the bottom of his career."
"So we need to add a little melancholic emotion to it. The key points are the control of the key touch angle and the wrist strength when moving the fingers in long sentences. This can, to a certain extent, bring out the 'Beethoven-like' mood in the music.
The majesty is diluted into a Mozartian delicate whisper."
Duan Ran nodded thoughtfully, then smiled and said, "Who told you these?"
"Um--"
Qin Jian hummed, folded the handkerchief and handed it back to Duan Ran, smiling mysteriously: "Mozart told me this personally."
"Liar again."
"This time it's true."
"Okay, I believe you." Duan Ran didn't take the handkerchief back, "I gave it to you, just think of it as the tuition for this class."
"Then I'm welcome. To be honest, it feels really good." Qin Jian said and put the handkerchief into his pocket.
At this moment, Duan Ran's phone suddenly rang.
"It's Mr. Potter."
"You take it."
...
"Teacher Potter."
"Oh, dear Duan, help me ask if Jian's phone fell into the toilet?"
Duan Ran covered his mouth, and Qin Jian hurriedly answered the phone, "Uncle, my phone is charging in the hotel, please tell me."
"As for your CD recording contract, we need to talk in person. Do you have time now?"
"When you have time, let's meet somewhere."
"Please bring my dear Duan with you at the door of the hotel in ten minutes."
"...Okay, sir."
...
"Let's go?"
Qin Jian imitated old Porter's rough tone and said in a rough voice: "Dear Duan."
"Haha, fuck you."
Duan Ran smiled and picked up his backpack, held Qin Jian's arm, and imitated Old Porter's tone, raised his head and said, "Okay, Jian."
Laughing all the way, the two left.
Qin Jian gained a lot today, breaking through a psychological barrier that he had never noticed before.
He is even more hopeful and confident about this recording and even Mozart's future path in Amadeus' last wish.
"Duan Ran."
"Um?"
Under the setting sun, Old Porter grinned at the two of them at the door of the hotel and waved his hand.