Chapter 36: The Carousel in the Darkness Pays Tribute to Hisaishi Joe
Qin Jian had a dream. At a cocktail party with a luxurious feast, he transformed into a wine glass, which would be filled from time to time by the maid on the side.
Whenever it is filled, you will feel a strong urge to urinate.
People at the whole table were arguing about who touched heaven with the piano.
Everyone kept chattering.
Some people say Beethoven, some say Mozart, some say Bach.
The endless debate didn't stop until Qin Jian was awakened by the heavy urine.
Standing in front of the toilet, Qin Jian shook his body, and suddenly a feeling of relief spread throughout his body from top to bottom.
call.
Feeling comfortable.
However, after arguing for so long, who is it?
Beethoven, Mozart, Bach?
It seems that what everyone says makes sense, but what is the final answer?
Qin Jian put on his pants, washed his hands, and returned to the piano again.
Enduring the strong frustration, I picked up the "Divinity in Beethoven's Music" that I had not finished reading at noon.
"... But one thing is certain. Since the advent of Beethoven, music has begun to seep into worldly emotions. Before that, this emotion was hidden and restrained."
"Obviously, the composers of the past deliberately annihilated individual private feelings under the admiration of the general glory of divinity."
"Beethoven allows individual people to have a direct dialogue with God, but what he wants to express is that because of the existence of God, our humanity can be glorified."
Qin Jian closed the book. If we follow the instructions in this book, what about Bach?
Bach's music is solemn and quiet.
Judging from every note composed by Bach, each note contains the incarnation of divinity, which always makes people's hearts inspired and feels like they are being called.
So what does this sense of ritual that suddenly emerges from deep within your heart mean?
Why.
Still don't have a clue.
Qin Jian inserted his fingers into his hair, as if he wanted to pull these things out of his mind.
Today, I was supposed to practice piano, but more than half of it was wasted because of this vague information.
Qin Jian suppressed his irritation, closed the book and put it aside.
After taking a look at the admiration value on his hand, he seemed to have no desire to practice the piano anymore.
Are there too many things going on recently, or are you thinking too much?
Suddenly, Qin Jian felt confused and tired.
In the quiet little house, only the clock on the wall was ticking.
The sky outside the window also gradually darkened.
It's been an hour, and the broken hair on Qin Jian's forehead has completely dried.
During this hour, no one knew what Qin Jian was thinking, as if he was caught in some kind of emotion.
I don't know how long it took, but Qin Jian picked up the small black shell, opened a familiar music playlist, and slid the screen.
Howl's Moving Castle Episode, Life's Carousel.
Qin Jian's expression softened a lot when he saw the title of the song. He used to like to listen to it when he was in a bad mood. Later, he even begged He Jing to write a score for himself.
Just when Qin Jian's finger was about to touch the screen, he suddenly stopped.
After a moment, he put the phone aside, and then slowly opened the piano cover.
He carefully rolled up his sleeves.
Place your hands on the keys.
In the dark room, the young man in front of the piano gently raised his left hand.
Points down.
Qin Jian chose a very slow speed.
Groups of soft double tones sounded, warm and soft.
Slowly, the rhythm of the waltz began to move under Qin Jian's hands.
The strong and weak rhythms are like the distinct steps of a dancer.
Calmly.
grace.
However, at this time, the first wrong note appeared, like a dancer taking a wrong step, and the music suddenly became discordant.
However, Qin Jian did not stop, but the music continued.
The hands on the keyboard are like two merry-go-rounds chasing each other, chasing each other on the big disk built by the keys, but they cannot overlap at a certain moment forever.
Suddenly, the rhythm of the waltz suddenly became faster, tick-tat-tat, tick-tat-tat.
Wrong sounds, unbalanced rhythm, and stuck sounds appeared one after another. After a while, the entire music was almost shapeless.
But Qin Jian smiled, as if he heard the most beautiful sound in his ears.
Like a child who discovers a new toy, like a dancer who puts on new dancing shoes.
As the music reached its climax, Qin Jian's body swayed from side to side involuntarily.
He stopped looking at his fingers, closed his eyes, and raised his head.
Let your hands jump on this keyboard with the memories of the past.
Enjoy exploring this world of black and white with your fingers.
The music reached a climax and the notes became more dense.
The sky outside the window has completely darkened, and the only red light left on the TV inside the room is emitting a weak light that is not enough to illuminate any corner.
Qin Jian stood up and squatted on the piano bench.
In the darkness, his hands waved wantonly.
The music is getting louder and louder, and is almost unrecognizable from the original music.
But this was the most touching and happiest time that Qin Jian felt he had played since his rebirth.
No pressure, no purpose, nothing.
Just the instinct of being a pianist.
bomb.
Bounce down.
Just flick it down and it's enough.
…
I don’t know how much time passed before the room returned to calm.
A long sigh seemed to take away countless pressures, making people feel more relaxed.
"Yes, this is my current true level."
It's actually pretty good.
Playing the piano has always been for love and pleasure, but my recent emotions have been mixed with too many negative things.
Strong purpose, impure motives.
He even dared not play the sketches he once loved most because he was afraid of losing his adoration points.
I have been obsessively searching for information all day long, aren't I just afraid of missing out on some reward?
“Fuck the reward.”
At this moment, Qin Jian's mood seemed to be a little different.
Gu Gu Gu Gu.
A strange scream came from Qin Jian's belly in the dark room.
hungry.
I have to speed up and eat something. I haven’t practiced the piano today.
Qin Jian got up and turned on the light, but accidentally knocked off a book on the piano.
A white light flashed and the room lit up. Qin Jian squinted and bent down.
When he saw the open pages of the book, he suddenly stopped.
His eyes were slightly focused, he was muttering, and suddenly the corner of his mouth raised an arc.
"I hope every one of my readers can shine brightly on bad days. Bach doesn't like to practice piano, so here's to you."