445. The homework plan goes! It's all for the competition
"Shen Qingci is going to play Chopin."
This was Qin Jian's first subconscious reaction.
When the second reaction came, he no longer knew what he was thinking.
"when!!!"
For the same first power chord, the volume Qin Jian heard was almost the same as what he played, but he clearly felt that the actual effect of the other person's playing was greater than his own.
"Is it because of the piano?"
"impossible."
Qin Jian immediately rejected his idea, "The volume of an upright piano cannot be stronger than that of a grand piano."
In my thoughts, the music has gone nearly halfway.
Qin Jian looked at his hands moving back and forth on the piano and began to think deeply again.
Without looking at the performer, Qin Jian couldn't tell whether the piece was performed by Shen Qingci or by Stov himself.
Compared with his own reproduction performance, Shen Qingci's reproduction performance has safely reached Stov's original grandeur in terms of overall acoustic effect.
Especially when it comes to pushing chords, even Qin Jian sounds like the other party still has some energy left.
"But what's the problem?"
Qin Jian recalled his performance just now, and he had fully mobilized everything from the touch of the keys to the angle and the strength of his arms.
"Do you need to push harder?"
In the question, the music has stopped.
Shen Qingci turned to look at Qin Jian, "Do you hear me clearly?"
Qin Jian nodded uncertainly.
Shen Qingci could see Qin Jian's hesitation, "It's okay, let's try again."
Qin Jian sat down in front of the piano again and started playing.
"when!!!!--"
The loud sound seemed to shake the entire oil painting on the wall.
Just for a moment when the first set of chords fell, his right hand only ran two sets of sixteenth notes and stopped.
The living room became quiet as soon as they came together, and there seemed to be a little lingering sound echoing in the empty room.
"It's even more wrong." Qin Jian shook his head. He turned to the side and asked: "Teacher Shen, is it a problem with the modal sound color?
This time he mobilized almost 80% of his whole body strength, but the feeling he felt was no longer Stov's.
Shen Qingci replied softly: "Speaking of this, I have to remind you that Liao Linjun's modal color theory can be applied to almost all types of instrumental music, but you must be aware that not all performance problems can be applied in this way. to solve——
"Especially when playing multi-part instruments."
Qin Jian thought about it and understood the reason. There is only one melody line during the performance of a single-part instrument. Therefore, after clarifying the mode given by the composer, the mode color can be expressed more concentratedly, even if it is out of tune or modulated. It will hinder their performance.
However, having only one voice also means that the color rendering of single-voice instruments can only tend to be flat and fail to achieve a three-dimensional effect.
Multi-part instruments can even perform the performance of more than two parts at the same time, so that the interlaced music can present a three-dimensional sense of modal color, but the difficulty is much increased.
Thinking of this, Qin Jian suddenly grasped a clue, "Three-dimensional sense..."
Returning to the problem he was facing now, he continued to think, "Whether it is the same volume or a volume that is higher than the other party's for the second time, it does not achieve the other party's performance effect."
"So it's not a volume issue." That's the crux of the matter.
Shen Qingci lit a cigarette at the side, leaving Qin Jian time to think.
After a long time.
Qin Jian began to fumble on the piano by himself. He repeatedly tried to play the first chord and used various methods to try to achieve the effect of Shen Qingci's performance.
As he tried again and again, Shen Qingci had finished smoking his second cigarette.
He quietly watched the young man try again and again, as if he saw his own shadow in the other person again.
The same stubbornness, the same tirelessness.
This is good.
...
After about 10 minutes, Qin Jian finally stopped on his own.
"Teacher Shen, I want to go back and think about this issue tonight."
"good."
Shen Qingci answered readily, although he was a little surprised that Qin Jian didn't ask him any questions.
This allowed him to see the shadow of his own past in the other person.
The same stubbornness, the same tirelessness.
This is good.
...
In the following time, Qin Jian talked about some of his recent gains, and Shen Qingci also gave his own views on some issues.
At the end of get out of class, Shen Qingci just asked Qin Jian to continue summarizing and analyzing the performances of the Polish judges as planned.
Before Qin Jian left, Shen Qingci suddenly said something at the door.
"Qin Jian, you have to look carefully and listen carefully."
...
After leaving the unit door, Qin Jian wandered on the cobblestone path in the community, thinking about the meaning of this sentence.
It felt like the other party was still reminding me of the problem I just encountered.
Look carefully? Listen carefully?
Qin Jian felt that he could interpret this as: What to see? What to listen to?
"ah."
Sigh lightly.
"What are you looking at?"
"What are you listening to?"
He repeated in a murmur and walked out of the community in a short while.
A gust of cold wind blew in his face, and Qin Jian shivered.
"It would be nice if I could take a hot bath when I go back."
He got into the taxi with some complaints. Qin Jian looked at the brightly lit neighborhood outside the window and suddenly remembered his previous plan to buy a place to stay in Yanjing.
It's just that he has been too busy to get away after returning from Haishi.
"Let's talk about it after the New Year."
"There is also a car."
Already indifferent to the concept of money, he did not consider these issues from the perspective of asset preservation, and even the rising housing prices in the future made him lose his energy.
From this point of view, he is by no means a good financial manager.
Compared with the issue of personal assets, he was more concerned about the two issues that were lingering in his mind at the moment.
...
Back at 309, Qin Jian patiently completed today's two-hour translation work.
It was already midnight, but he had no desire to sleep.
Opening the suitcase, he casually took out a record.
'Beethoven String Quartets.'
Looking at the writing on the record cover, "It's up to you."
He temporarily placed the record player on the unused desk under the Queen of Night's wall. After playing the music, Qin Jian returned to the piano and listened quietly.
...
As the name suggests, the string quartet consists of two violins, a viola and a cello. It is the most important form of chamber music in the classical period and is also the most ideal, harmonious and classic combination in chamber music.
"Music is such a magical thing."
Qin Jian admired it in his heart and praised the record player as a good thing. He didn't think so in the past.
The friendly and soothing string music makes people feel relaxed time after time.
After a while, the last bit of unhappiness clogging Qin Jian's chest disappeared.
"It's good to have problems."
With a long sigh, Qin Jian turned off the record player and lay down directly on the wooden bed.