452. The short-haired girl who travels through the test center in the realm of reading music
The master and the apprentice were in some kind of tense state all morning. In fact, it was mostly a master's personal inner drama.
When the results of the preliminary piano test were announced in the afternoon, Fang Xiaoyu's name appeared on the list without any surprise. At the same time, the results of the junior high school also fully met the standards for participating in the re-examination.
The re-examination time is at 2pm the next day.
In the evening, Qin Jian spent an hour in the school piano room sorting out the Pathetique Sonata for Fang Xiaoyu again.
The atmosphere was still slightly tense.
However, Qin Jian's inexplicable energy in the morning had faded a lot.
The next day at 13:30 in the afternoon, the main building of the concert hall.
The judging panel led by Shen Qingci passed through the parents of the candidates and entered the third examination room.
14:00, the retest starts on the hour.
Compared with yesterday, the number of candidates today has significantly decreased.
Qin Jian had noticed that many of the candidates here were from the High School Affiliated to Huaguo Yuan.
And Fang Xiaoyu's real competitors are them.
Most of the children from the Affiliated Middle School started practicing Xiao Lian Super Skills in elementary school. It can be said that looking around the world, among the piano practitioners from elementary school to junior high school, the performance level of the middle schools and elementary schools affiliated to major music schools in China can compare with the entire
The earth is lifted up and beaten.
This is no exaggeration.
Time passed quietly.
One after another, candidates entered and came out of the examination room gate. They left behind Bach, Liszt, Beethoven, Scarlatti, and Chopin...
During the whole process, Qin Jian was also listening carefully in the corridor. It must be said that after yesterday's screening, the children who came back here today were basically the best among the best.
But despite this, it is not difficult to find some problems.
He found that many children's performances had a formulaic flavor.
For example, in the case of the Speedy Finger, they played the same fast melody progression from right to left. He couldn't tell whether the performer was using Beethoven to play Chopin or Chopin to play Beethoven. He could only seem to see it from the music.
The performers in the examination room were all using their thumbs stiffly to support the power of the entire music.
Like a kind of 'high-skilled worker' for mass production.
This precarious feeling made Qin Jian feel uneasy. If he were a judge, this performance should have been interrupted long ago, because he felt that there was no need to continue listening.
For such candidates, their hand habits and playing skills have been deeply ingrained in their bodies. If they go through all the trouble to go to the National Academy of China just to spend four years correcting their childhood mistakes,
Then Qin Jian had nothing to say.
But what’s interesting is that most of them are able to save themselves from danger and successfully complete their music.
And it is completely completed.
You must know that these repertoires are not yesterday's preliminary repertoire. They are filled with a large number of large-scale works, and the difficulty level is almost all higher than the repertoire prepared by Fang Xiaoyu.
However, at Qin Jian's stage, he no longer focused on the length of the piece and whether it was difficult or not, as the market only talked about it. He believed that his student could interpret Beethoven's piece in her own way.
"Little fish."
"Yes, master."
"Are you nervous?" This was the first time Qin Jian asked Fang Xiaoyu if he was nervous in the past two days.
"Not nervous." Fang Xiaoyu replied.
"Their songs are all very big." Qin Jian said.
"I've never heard of some of them." Fang Xiaoyu smiled, "The music played by the long-haired female classmate just now was very nice, and the melody was so beautiful."
Qin Jian was stunned by Fang Xiaoyu's words.
How long has it been since this girl still had the heart to listen to music played by others?
Secretly, he thought again, isn't this Fang Xiaoyu?
That Fang Xiaoyu who left a deep impression on him time and time again.
"call."
Qin Jian sighed, "I will give you this piece of music when you finish the college entrance examination."
"Thank you, master. Have you ever played that piece of music?"
Qin Jian shook his head, "I have never played it, but I can introduce you to a teacher. The version she plays is the best I have ever heard."
"Wow, that must be a very powerful person."
Qin Jian said: "Quite outstanding."
moment.
Fang Xiaoyu: "Ask a question, Master."
Qin Jian: "Huh?"
Fang Xiaoyu: “What’s the name of this piece of music?”
Qin Jian paused and his eyes softened.
"Called, Norma's Memories."
...
As the re-examination progressed to the intense stage, the sky outside the window gradually became darker, and the light in the corridor was no longer sufficient.
Under the shadows, each waiting candidate had a different expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
Time passes little by little in the music.
"Candidate No. 36, please prepare."
...
Fang Xiaoyu took off her red down jacket, revealing her blue dress.
"Don't raise your hands until you have adjusted your breathing," Fang Xiaoyu said, raising his fist again, "Master, I'm going in."
Qin Jian nodded.
Fang Xiaoyu walked into the re-examination examination room.
After an afternoon of exams, the exam room is a little hot at the moment.
Fang Xiaoyu walked onto the stage, bowed gently, and then sat in front of the piano.
In the quiet examination room, every judge looked at this frail little girl quietly.
Although this little girl is not a student of anyone here, she showed in yesterday's preliminary exam that her strength is not weaker than that of any student from the High School Affiliated to Hua Guo Yuan.
As everyone present here, naturally they will not worry about which teacher trained this student. What they are looking forward to is the performance of this little girl today.
"It's time to start."
A male teacher sitting next to Shen Qingci said.
This sound seemed to interrupt Fang Xiaoyu's breathing rhythm and her thoughts.
Fang Xiaoyu pursed her lips. She tried her best not to be affected by it and continued to adjust her breathing.
The hall continued to be quiet, and the teacher who just spoke did not speak again.
Outside the examination room.
Qin Jian also waited quietly. At this moment, he was much calmer than yesterday, and it was also time to test the teaching results of him and Chris.
...
"Fang Xiaoyu, you have no right to be nervous."
"Fang Xiaoyu, you had no chance to sit here."
The two psychological hints seemed to make Fang Xiaoyu find the rhythm of breathing at the last moment.
Taking a deep breath, Fang Xiaoyu slowly raised his hands.
In Shen Qingci's eyes, this driver looked very much like Qin Jian.
In front of the piano, Fang Xiaoyu raised his head slightly.
The next second.
Her two arms used her entire upper body to lean forward and pressed down hard.
"When——————"
A powerful chord seemed to inject a shot in the arm into the whole music at the beginning.
The music began to flow, and Fang Xiaoyu looked up at the stage hall, his fingers moving flexibly over the keys.
Every grace note flowing through her fingertips and every passing sentence drawn out seemed to be perfectly designed.
Ups and downs, strong and weak in order.
While showing off his skills, Fang Xiaoyu's sadness gradually aroused the emotions in the hall.
...
"Master, what kind of emotion is needed to play pathos?"
"What kind of emotions would you feel if you couldn't get into college and couldn't continue learning piano?"
"Don't give in."
"That's unwillingness."
...
The heavy chords were struck violently again, with the girl's unwillingness.