Qin Jian did have a dream, maybe because of the fatigue for days, or maybe because the cerebral cortex was still in a state of excitement before going to bed.
He had a long dream about music.
But in the dream, there was no pair of charming sisters performing a romantic piano and cello ensemble for him.
He dreamed of playing the piano again, but this time the player was not him.
The dream was in a desert, with a blurry figure sitting in front of a green piano, and the music played was Beethoven's Walstein Sonata.
He wanted to see the performer clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get even half a step closer to the piano. If he took a step forward, the piano would roll a certain distance.
He just listened to the sound of the piano and followed it until his mouth was dry.
The yellow desert and green piano, coupled with the surging piano music, match the fiery red sun above our heads.
This picture is really unusual.
It seemed that he had reached the point where his mouth was dry and he felt exhausted and could no longer walk.
His feet gave way, and the moment he fell, his vision suddenly went dark.
...
As if he staggered on the bed, Qin Jian kicked his legs, and the vision in front of him became clear from the blur.
The yellowed ceiling replaced the endless desert, and the sound of shoveling snow outside the window replaced the sound of the piano.
Only the feeling of dryness from crying has not changed.
Licking his dry lips, Qin Jian sat up.
"call."
"I slept this night."
The next second he regained consciousness, he quickly picked up his phone.
"..."
"12:37."
The time on his phone told him that he had missed the concert at the Ukrainian National Conservatory of Music this morning.
My mood was tense and then relaxed.
"At least I had a good night's sleep."
"Six more messages."
Comforting himself, he called on WeChat.
But after reading Duan Ran's message, Qin Jian's mouth became even more thirsty.
Various suggestive words reminded him of his days in a mountain cabin in Salzburg.
Qin Jian then replied to the other party with a "/dumb" expression.
The expression with wide eyes and a nosebleed may be a reflection of his inner feelings at this moment.
Let it go: I just woke up
About 10 seconds passed.
He received the reply message from the other party.
It's a photo.
The photo looked like it had just been taken. It was a pair of legs, legs that Qin Jian was familiar with.
Judging from the shooting angle, the other person should be lying on the bed right now.
Duan Ran's legs are beautiful, there is no doubt about it.
The only flaw is that the slender and white body in the photo at this time is covered by nearly one third of the pink skirt.
This makes people feel more uncomfortable.
Qin Jian also felt uncomfortable, but he mainly felt uncomfortable with time.
So his eyes moved to the messy pile of music scores placed on the corner of the bed.
Let it go: The bed is so messy
Section, section, section, section:...
moment.
Duan Duan Duan Duan: Get up from your bed quickly! I’m about to take a lunch break! Call me in forty minutes!
Let it go: sleep peacefully and I'll tell you good afternoon
Duan Duan Duan Duan: Don’t forget this time!!
Let it go: Ah ha it was just an accident last time
Duan Ran smiled.
Duan Duan Duan Duan: Get up and eat quickly.
She suddenly stopped editing and deleted the words 'what do you want to eat'.
moment.
Duan duan duan duan: Good afternoon
Forcing herself to put down her phone, she tightened the quilt and closed her eyes.
What girl doesn't miss spring, especially when winter is already halfway gone.
The new year naturally brings new expectations.
This year, Duan Ran wants to look forward to April first, so she still has a lot of hard work to do.
There are still 37 minutes left in her lunch break today.
...
...
After getting up and washing off his sweat, a refreshed Qin Jian returned to his desk.
He went through last night's spoils.
The two full pages of the notebook gave him a little sense of accomplishment. When he read these words today, he felt a little less rushed and a little more relaxed.
Now, in his opinion, it is not a big surprise to regard Beethoven as the originator of the Russian school.
The change in concept gave him room to continue thinking.
If Beethoven's achievements are divided into two parts, the Russian piano should belong to the territory of Romanticism.
In this way, from Beethoven to Czerny, then to Liszt, and then to the powerful group, the birth of the Russian piano will be clear.
Although he knew that branches could continue to be drawn from Czerny and Liszt, he did not intend to make the problem any more complicated.
Before solving the territory of Russian piano, he did not plan to study other blind spots.
After closing the notebook, he opened WeChat again, and the visiting group was already occupied by short video clips of this morning's concert.
After listening to it for a while, he didn't feel anything special.
Then he tidied up and left the room.
On the way to the restaurant, he called Xia Shu and learned that everyone at Huaguo Yuan was having dinner at Chai Yuan. Xia Shu asked him if he wanted to come to the 3:30 concert. Qin Jian's answer was ambiguous.
"It depends."
"Okay senior brother, I will tell the teacher."
"Uh, there's no need for this."
"Okay senior brother, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian walked into the restaurant. Probably most of the team had gone to Chaiyuan. It was the hotel at this time, and there were only a few people in the huge restaurant.
Qin Jian ordered a portion of potato soup and two slices of toast, and ate quietly alone.
He originally wanted to go to the afternoon concert, but after thinking about it after waking up, he wanted to practice the piano today.
He has some ideas.
As the alarm on his cell phone rang, he put down his spoon and dialed Duan Ran.
The other end of the phone didn't answer the call and hung up.
He knew that the other party was already up.
...
After the meal, he walked to the piano in the center of the hall and played a scale casually.
The crisp F major scale made the passing waiters look at him. They rarely heard anyone playing scales on this piano.
Usually the people who play here play stuff that sounds very exaggerated.
So this young man's performance is a little special to them.
Qin Jian plays very focused.
As he played, he continued to think about Beethoven.
He thought that since the Russian school contains Beethoven's romantic part, maybe he could try to add some subjective Beethoven characteristics to perform the Russian school works, would it give a different feeling?
Thinking about it, he raised his right hand high at the moment when the dominant tone of his right hand ended, and spread the distance of a seventh tone with one finger and four fingers. At the same time, he spread the distance of a sixth tone with his left hand.
His body moved forward, and the moment his waist exerted force, a powerful force pressed from his arms to four fingers.
fall!!
"Dang-dang!!"
The two large attachment points with extremely explosive power directly woke up the cook who was taking a nap in the kitchen.
First movement of the Passionate Sonata.
As the first theme melody climbed steadily in the depressing atmosphere, more and more restaurant staff came out.
The people who were dining also stopped.
The piano once again became the focus.
It's just that Qin Jian doesn't know and doesn't care.
His mind was entirely on the lines of the notes, and he found that the more he played, the more something felt wrong.
"The format of first separating the high and low parts of the theme and then reassembling it is almost never seen in Russian pianos."
Qin Jian felt that his hands were getting tighter and tighter, and the dynamic tension created by the gradual increase of the register and the gradual acceleration of the rhythm made it sound exciting.
But under this dynamic tension, he felt that the work gave him a stillness like stagnant water.
What Qin Jian didn't know was that the passionate writing format meant that no matter how the performer tried to create the atmosphere, he would inevitably return to being closed and concise.
This is the iron law of musical notes.
So he was helplessly forced to stop at this time, knowing that there was no point in trying anymore.