Shen Qingci's words seemed to cast a seductive veil over tonight's concert.
This gave Qin Jian more expectations for this, although so far he still hasn't understood the differences between the four schools.
So he expected to find something from Perlman's playing.
This feeling is hard to describe.
...
Mapo tofu is served with tea, and the meal is neither bland nor salty.
There was still more than half an hour before the concert started. The group of people wandered back to the street, passed the Revolution Square, and returned to Chaiyuan after a while.
At this time, the entrance to the concert hall was no longer deserted. In addition to the familiar faces from the two days we had been together, there were also some unfamiliar faces.
After the leader of the Chinese Academy of Sciences handed out a bunch of tickets to everyone, everyone realized that tonight's concert was for sale.
"It turns out they all came to the concert." Natsuki took the tickets.
Cai Song said goodbye to everyone. He had a special command seat.
Seeing that the entrance time was getting closer, Qin Jian looked at He Jing beside him: "Sister, you?"
He Jing looked at her phone. The concert would start in five minutes: "Then I'll leave first."
As soon as she was about to leave, everyone in the Huaguo Academy saw a tall, handsome blond guy coming to the front of the team.
He holds a ticket in his hand.
Qin Jian knew who this was. The moment his eyes met, he nodded politely and smiled. The other person smiled back, but it was obviously not as natural as his smile.
The concert was about to start, and Paul came over to give He Jing tickets.
"It's quite considerate." Qin Jian murmured in his heart, and then whispered to He Jing: "Sister, you go ahead and I'll go find you in the evening."
He Jing smiled and said, "Waiting for you."
The two of them said one sentence to each other, which made other people who didn't know the inside story think there was some story.
Fortunately, Paul didn't understand Chinese, but his expression was quite sour.
After He Jing and Paul left, the crowd gradually moved towards the door.
"Let's go in too." Qin Jian said.
As soon as you enter the hall, the black piano in the middle and front of the stage is particularly dazzling. To the left of the piano is a conductor's podium, with rows of music stands and seats neatly placed around it.
The seating area for everyone in the Huaguo Academy is quite good, located in the middle row behind the middle row. The acoustic effect of this position is no less than that of the empty seats in the first two rows.
Those are reserved seats for professors and performers from major universities, and perhaps there is also a seat for a certain official from Moscow.
It is very characteristic of certainism.
7:15.
At a glance, the entire concert hall was already packed.
As Ruggiero appeared again, the music soon became quiet.
There was no translation for his speech this time, and it was probably not something important.
When everyone applauded, Qin Jian also applauded.
"Applause and that's it."
Qin Jian is teaching Xia Shu.
The last round of applause calls out tonight's protagonist - Perlman.
The moment Perlman walked out from the backstage, the whole stage felt different.
Ruggiero gave him a warm hug and left the stage.
At this time, only Perlman and his apprentice were left on the stage.
Perlman, who was wearing a simple black dress, sat in front of the piano. His young apprentice sat on his left side and placed an old sheet of music on the piano stand.
This makes Qin Jian a little confused. Does a pianist of Perlman's level still need to read music and perform?
The next scene on the stage gave him the answer.
Perlman's young apprentice opened the music score and sat quietly aside again.
Perlman didn't look, he looked at his left hand, and then pressed the first tone without warning.
"Rachmaninov's Musical and Painting Etudes op.39.no2, A minor."
A clear note brought out a foggy melody, and Qin Jian had already entered the music.
Before setting off, Qin Jian had already done all the homework about this trip, at least in his opinion, including Lahe's works from various periods.
Also included is this piece Op39.no2.
In the summer of 1916, Lach returned to his hometown of Ivanovka and learned that his father had died of a heart attack two days earlier.
While the bad news was a heavy blow to him, it also made him have some anxiety about death for the first time. It was at this time that he conceived this work——
An etude titled 'The Sea and the Seagulls'.
...
The melody is gentle and quiet, and Perlman seems to hide the musical thoughts between the melody lines. If you don't pay attention to listen, you will definitely miss something.
It's a bit like Debussy's impressionistic music.
When the bass melody and the right-hand melody are staggered by half a beat, a crossed triplet is added, like circles appearing on the sea level, and the high-pitched melody is like that lonely seagull.
The music progressed slowly, and Perlman never looked at the score, but whenever the music progressed and it was time to turn the score, his young apprentice would always turn the score to the next page for him.
After the middle section began, Perlman's expression also changed along with his melody line. He seemed to be opening his eye sockets forcefully, and the entire facial contour was elongated.
While shaking his head slightly, his eyelashes would blink a few times from time to time.
When the music was at its most intense, the melody line alternated back and forth between his left and right hands faster and faster, as if the hidden waves under the sea level would appear at any time.
The high-pitched melody, which symbolizes the seagull, can't help but become stronger and weaker in the wake, indicating a strong uneasiness.
Finally the music ends with a faint chord.
"Wow——————"
When the song ended, applause broke out.
This three-part performance brought a strong "visual effect" to everyone who listened attentively in the hall.
Qin Jian sighed.
Perlman's ability to shape musical images is so strong that he can easily control people's auditory nerves by just changing the timbre of one or two notes and a simple contrast of strengths and weaknesses.
And this is just a short slow music.
Beautiful and concise.
Qin Jian could only use these two adjectives to express his views on the music just now.
What the opponent showed was not only his skill, but also his foundation.
When the applause ended, Perlman straightened his sleeves, stood up, bowed slightly to the audience, and left the stage.
moment.
One by one, the musicians walked onto the stage from both sides of the stage with instruments in hand and took their seats one after another.
It's the Moscow State Symphony Orchestra." Someone whispered in the seating area of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
After all the orchestra members were in place, Ruggiero took the conductor's baton and walked onto the podium, followed by Perlman.
Perlman was followed by his apprentice, who was still holding the music score.
Take a seat.
The whole place was silent.
Ruggiero's eyes swept across the orchestra, and the last moment he looked at Perlman, his mouth cracked, as if to say, 'Old man, are you ready this time?'
Perlman put down his handkerchief and loosened the Adam's apple on the collar of his white shirt, which was regarded as a response to the other party.
Ruggiero raised his hands, slightly moved his right hand, and the orchestra sounded.