The first movement ends in an atmosphere full of ancient Greek tragedy.
Fang Xiaoyu stopped gently and began to adjust his breathing rhythm for the next movement.
Both inside and outside the examination room, which was separated by the door, became quiet as she stopped.
Qin Jian leaned against the radiator in the corridor, with his hands on his chest, motionless as if he was distracted.
He counted silently in his mouth.
The moment his eyelashes fluttered, the piano in the examination room rang in time.
The second movement is Cantabile Adagio.
The melody is different from the golden depth played by Qin Jian. What flows out from Fang Xiaoyu's fingertips is like a burst of afternoon sea breeze, giving people a sense of skin-friendly comfort, and is also mixed with the murmur of a girl. .
"Precise pianissimo control."
At the judges' table, the inner activities of a middle-aged examiner at this moment.
...
"If the picture in your mind is a calm sea...you need to use a lightness to express the characteristics of the pianissimo...make the performance like misty water vapor floating on the sea...create a sense for the listener. A sense of anticipation..."
This was the advice Qin Jian gave to Fang Xiaoyu in the fourth video class one afternoon.
It's just that the girl has never seen the sea, so she can only experience it with her imagination.
She feels that the sea is gentle and nature is friendly.
Just like her performance at this time, there are no complex emotions in the world, just as pure and white as nature.
One or two mottled noises not only did not attenuate the pure atmosphere created by the music as a whole, but instead more truly reflected the dynamic beauty of nature.
In Qin Jian's teaching of this piece, especially in the second movement, he did not include any personal subjective emotions.
He was mourned by Czerny, Beethoven, and his father.
These are what he thought, felt and realized after experiencing it himself. This kind of inner emotional activity belonging to a living individual is extremely profound.
This kind of weight is difficult for an ignorant girl to interpret, and if it is forced on the other person, it will probably be counterproductive.
So from a certain point of view, Qin Jian can be regarded as a good piano teacher. He uses the picture that Fang Xiaoyu imagined from the music to guide the other party to use a more sophisticated method to make the picture clear. Concretization.
Fang Xiaoyu never let him down.
This time too.
At this moment, Qin Jian was like a pure appreciator, listening to this performance.
In today's second movement, Qin Jian heard something else.
The gentle music is full of a girl's yearning for the infinite unknown, and every solid chord is like her strength to muster the courage to move forward.
finally.
The notes disappeared like a boat at the end of the sea.
"Vivid expression."
The music quieted down again.
"you did it."
Qin Jian felt a little happy for Fang Xiaoyu.
...
The third movement begins one after another.
It danced quickly and with a lively melody.
Qin Jian returned to his previous calm state of mind.
He has full confidence in Fang Xiaoyu's third movement.
Because every phrase and playing method of Fang Xiaoyu’s third movement was revised note by note by him.
He will not forcefully instill the emotions about music, but in terms of controlling the strength of his fingers, he is more demanding than any teacher.
As his student, he would never allow the other party to have any problems with finger strength control on the stage.
Even a half tone difference won't matter.
...
Fortunately, after a month of painful practice, Fang Xiaoyu finally met Qin Jian's requirements for the third movement of Pathetic.
She will never forget Qin Jian's loud scolding after she failed to control the volume. After that, Qin Jian told her something - "The intensity should be consistent with the space of the sound contained, just like the difference between a liquid and a container." relation."
In her later practice, this adage-like words always seemed like a spur lingering in her ears.
This is still the case until this moment.
As the end came, the music became more and more complicated, and she kept pointing her fingers.
"Strength."
"Strength."
The galloping music was at the end, and the blood vessels on the girl's hands became more and more bulging.
Ignoring the beads of sweat on his chin, Fang Xiaoyu finally broke out at the last moment.
The arms were raised high and lowered suddenly, and with a firm tone of declaration, a series of descending notes were suddenly played with the force of a torrential downpour.
A moment's gap.
"when!!!----"
Finally, the music comes to a perfect end with a full-force chord.
...
Slowly, she stood up.
"Huhuhu————"
Fang Xiaoyu's chest was rising and falling as he looked at the seven judges with different expressions under the stage, and his throat was moving up and down.
This moment gave him an unreal feeling.
Another moment.
She raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, and a few strands of her bangs stuck to her forehead.
"Thank you all the judges and teachers."
Bow and hold your chest.
at this time.
A calm round of applause suddenly sounded in the quiet hall.
Fang Xiaoyu looked up in surprise and saw the one sitting in the middle of the seven judges raising his hands and applauding.
The applause continued, right next to her ears.
It was nothing, but the applause, which didn't seem out of the blue, made her nose sore.
She knew that she had lived up to her master's expectations.
This applause is a kind of recognition, something that can make parents happy for several days, and it is also a signal that you are one step closer to your dream.
But she just couldn't help it.
"Can't cry!"
In an instant, the girl bowed again.
The second round of applause sounded
...
...
As the applause and bows came to an end, Fang Xiaoyu also completely ended her art exam journey.
It's just that no one knows whether a tear shed from the corner of the strong girl's eyes at the last moment when she lowered her head.
Yes or no.
Probably in the story.
...
Noon the next day.
Outside Yanjing West Railway Station.
The four of them walked towards the entrance of the station.
"Teacher Qin, you must tell us when you return to Yangcheng!" Shi Yue said, looking aside and laughing, "Brother Chen, please come too, I will ask my mother to treat you to a big dinner."
Chen Tangjie laughed and said, "Thank you in advance for the meal, but I'm afraid I won't have time during the Chinese New Year this year. I will definitely go there if I have the opportunity." After getting along with each other for a few days, the two cheerful and lively Yangcheng girls also left a deep impression on him.
"As promised, you must come if you have the chance!"
"Definitely, I heard that you have a lot of delicious food in Yangcheng."
"That's necessary. Listen to me..."
The two people on the side were talking and laughing.
Fang Xiaoyu here followed Qin Jian to the left: "Master, will you return to Yangcheng for the Chinese New Year this year?"
"Return."
Qin Jian's answer made the girl smile happily, "Then tell me when the time comes, and I'll go and give you New Year's greetings!"
"good."
"Yeah."
...
As the two girls disappeared at the entrance, Chen Tangjie patted Qin Jian on the shoulder: "Let's go, Teacher Qin——"
"Thank you for your hard work these days, Tang Jie."
On the way back, Qin Jian said that he would treat the other party to dinner in the evening.
"We don't have to do it today. It's not convenient to drive. Let's get together in a few days."
"Everyone?" Qin Jian caught a sensitive word.
Chen Tangjie's fingers holding the steering wheel jumped, and then he raised the corners of his mouth.
"Zheng Feng called me yesterday and he will arrive at the end of the month."
With a step on the accelerator, the black Volkswagen Phaeton drove onto the elevated highway.