426. There is no iron law of sister flower notes in dreams
It's a pity that the text does not have background music, but this moment really should have such a paragraph——
Used to match Qin Jian’s wonderful expression.
He Jing's tone seemed to be stating a normal thing, just like the words Qin Jian often said when he was a child, 'Sister, can you help me wash my socks today?'
'Are you okay?' sounds like a question, but the dialogue between siblings never has a real question mark.
He Jing helped Qin Jian wash his socks, and now she asked Qin Jian to play the eighteenth variation of the Caprice on a Theme of Paganini.
It's like the same thing.
Qin Jian felt that he should not have a reason to refuse, or that he should not have the consciousness to refuse.
The piano is in the corner of Sanmiyuan, and there is a mirror beside the corner.
In the mirror, He Jing is wearing a silver dress and a long skirt without makeup, and Qin Jian is wearing a black jacket... How should I put it, a confused face?
It's not a trap.
"good."
Qin Jian walked towards the piano as he spoke. Qin Jian walked neither fast nor slowly for the three-meter distance. He didn't even have time to calculate that if he brought the Day of Wrath and deducted 10,000 worship points, he would have enough 6,734 points left to consume.
On what day.
If you give him a little time, he can play the Caprice on a Theme of Paganini on his own.
But it happened right now, and he never expected the scene in front of him.
The score of the eighteenth variation was right in front of him, but without any preparation, he was afraid that he would not be able to play it well.
What He Jing wanted to hear was definitely not her own impromptu audition.
so.
After sitting in front of the piano, Qin Jian then opened the panel.
There was no mental struggle. Just when he was about to bring the Wrathful Sun with him, there was a sudden sound from behind him.
"never mind."
In an instant, Qin Jian's thoughts made a 180-degree turn.
After a few short seconds.
He took a breath, and after his thoughts calmed down, he realized that his back was wet, and beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and flowed down to his chin.
The sound of high heels behind me got closer and closer.
Qin Jian's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he hissed without confidence, "What's wrong, sister?"
"I'll do it. You listen to it for me." He Jing took off the coat on her body, revealing her white shoulders. Then she sat on the side of the piano bench and said with some confusion, "I always feel that
There's something wrong with my eighteenth variation."
Qin Jian raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his chin, "Okay, let me listen to it for you."
When he was about to get up, He Jing suddenly asked: "Are you hot?"
Qin Jian moved his lips slightly, "It's hot, but it's delicious. Come on, sister, and I'll listen." He patted He Jing's shoulder encouragingly, and he came to the side of the piano.
He can't play the piano for the time being, but he feels he is capable of giving advice. He has learned a lot about Rach's works recently.
The waiting process gradually calmed down his mind.
Only ten seconds passed, and He Jing still didn't raise her hand.
Qin Jian did not speak to disturb the other party.
Another ten seconds passed.
He Jing shook her head, "I can't find the state."
Qin Jian nodded. He probably understood why the other party said, "It's okay...". Just like when he played the third movement of k491 in the Tokyo finals, he suddenly lost control of his performance. That was
Because he did not have a thorough understanding of the work, he had some confusion in his thinking.
That time he crushed it in a rough way.
Now He Jing's problem was the same, but he knew that the other party's problem must not be that he was not ready, but that he needed some outlet to vent his emotions.
He Jing's overly rational nature is a complete obstacle for her to perform works that require catharsis, especially passages like the 18th variation.
It seems that she has not changed after going to Eastman for more than half a year. Thinking to himself, Qin Jian leaned over and smiled: "Relax."
“We’re the only two in the house, what else can’t you let go of?”
"Just follow your style, play the notes first, and then interpret them."
Play the notes first, and then interpret them. He Jing chanted silently and raised his hands.
Yes, this is my own playing habit.
Just when she was about to drop her finger, a hum sounded in her ears.
As if imitating the sound of a cello, the ups and downs are full of musical motives.
This is the orchestra passage at the end of Variation 17.
Qin Jian hummed while his hand moved up and down softly in front of the piano.
He Jing gradually entered the music following the rhythm of his conductor, and a soft solo melody appeared as she raised her hands.
The clean and soft notes seemed to have wings, and soon they filled the whole room.
"Yes," Qin Jian's voice was very soft, "That's it. Slow it down a little bit, lengthen the sound and you can see more."
Qin Jian's hand waved a little slower.
then.
The sound of the piano has indeed undergone some changes.
The melancholy melody is like a sunset that is stretched longer, with a bit of haziness and a bit of charm.
Qin Jian's eyes widened in enjoyment, "Now you can interpret your notes and integrate your ideas into your musical images."
"Chords."
"Watch the chords."
"Chords are the undertone of the background."
"Everyone will see it from under your fingers."
His voice became softer.
The piano unfolds a simple and peaceful melody, which makes people feel comfortable and at ease.
Qin Jian could hear He Jing's expression. The feeling was completely different from his, but it was undoubtedly full of emotion.
Just when the theme was about to enter its second iteration, a string section was required to join, and Qin Jian once again played the role of the orchestra.
He sang with passion, and the music gradually heated up with the increasingly passionate expressiveness of the piano.
"Not enough power!"
This time Qin Jian's voice became louder.
“Don’t leave any room to chance!”
He Jing understood Qin Jian's intention and instantly increased the power of the push chord by two levels.
There is also confession and attachment in the sound of the piano, but there is only no strong regret expressed by Qin Jian.
This may still be her old habit of cherishing what every note can embody.
This is not a bad habit, it is her inherent style.
The hymn of romantic passion finally comes to an end in a tense performance, and ends with a soft note.
The music stopped, and the two siblings smiled at each other.
"pretty."
Qin Jian applauded. He Jing still played He Jing, delicately, but emotionally she had already expressed herself.
"Teacher Qin, please give me some advice?" He Jing's voice sounded much more relaxed now.
Qin Jian fumed, "Please give me some advice——"
"Can't talk about it."
He Jing heard this and made a gesture of invitation.
Qin Jian said: "Teacher He, can you change your habit of being expressionless when playing the piano?"
"You said I have no expression on my face?" He Jing laughed, "What about you?"
"What's wrong with me?"
Qin Jian said in confusion.
"What do you think, have you never looked carefully at how you play the piano now?"
this..
Qin Jian really didn't pay attention to this issue, but he felt that he should be very involved.
moment.
"I can't..."
...
Enjoyable sibling conversation time.
After that, He Jing did not play any other variations for Qin Jian to listen to.
She felt that she had found the direction to solve the problem, and Qin Jian was looking forward to sitting in the audience and listening to a full version.
Time flies by.
There are still thirty minutes before He Jing takes the stage, and the second half of the concert outside has already begun.
He Jing started to put on her clothes, and Qin Jian accompanied her while having a great time playing on the piano alone.
He would play Chopin for a while, Mozart for a while, and even play his unfashionable jazz music for a while.
There were still ten minutes before He Jing took the stage. There was already chaos outside, with horns and violins playing. The two people inside knew that the orchestra had entered into final preparations.
...
"The color of the eyeshadow is nice." Qin Jian looked at it and said.
"Really?" He Jing was a little surprised by the unexpected praise she received.
"yes."
Qin Jian said, stepping forward and giving He Jing a hug, "Relax, relax."
Then he turned and walked towards the door.
"Waiting for you downstairs."
..
In He Jing's field of vision, Qin Jian's back became wider and wider.
only.
It seems she hasn't gotten used to this speed yet.