Chen Yong on the phone went straight to the point, "Qin Jian, yesterday you asked me to help you ask about the piano. I called the Municipal Cultural Center early this morning. They don't have the kind of piano you want on the stage, but I
We’ve asked them to go down and find a solution. If you really can’t find the CFX piano you want, what kind of piano can you think of as a replacement?”
Qin Jian pondered for a moment. He had also considered this before. After all, Yangcheng is only a small place. It is indeed difficult for a cultural center concert hall in a county-level city to take out two imported grand pianos at once. However, he still had it at the dinner table last night.
With the mentality of giving it a try, I proposed my needs to Chen Yong.
Now it seems we can only settle for the next best thing.
"Uncle Chen, this doesn't need to be too troublesome. An ordinary grand piano will do, but a grand piano is a must."
This is Qin Jian's bottom line, because the volume of an ordinary upright piano simply cannot meet the needs of playing in a concert hall of several hundred square meters. It is absolutely impossible for him to deliberately exert force in order to let everyone hear his performance clearly, which will destroy the music.
The overall beauty.
"Okay, I understand, Qin Jian, do you have any other models to recommend?" Chen Yong said.
Qin Jian thought of the Joyo Music Store today and replied: "Uncle Chen, Kawa's SK5 is also good. There is a Joyo Music Store south of Wanhong Square. They have pianos of this model there. The boss is pretty nice."
"Excellent Piano Store." The person on the phone murmured, and then said, "Okay, Qin Jian, let's do this for now."
Qin Jian had just hung up the phone when Qin Gang asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong with Qin?"
Qin Jian helplessly recounted the contents of the phone call.
After hearing this, Qin Gang sighed helplessly: "We only have such a big land here, so don't make it too difficult for Uncle Chen."
"No, Dad."
Qin Jian said, placing his hands on the keyboard again, "But the grand piano is necessary."
Then he dropped his fingers continuously, and a soft melody sounded.
"The volume of an upright piano is never loud enough in a concert hall."
Seeing his son starting to practice the piano, Qin Gang did not answer the question. He also knew that it was indeed what Qin Jian said.
After the family of three had dinner, Qin Jian continued to practice the piano until half past nine.
Starting today, his Chopin practice will continue normally.
In the evening, daily translation checks in.
He was not idle before going to bed. He held his notebook and compiled Chris's piano teaching method on the bed for an hour.
After incorporating part of the content of the intermediate guide, Qin Jian gained some insights.
These experiences made him more aware of the fact.
“Learning the piano really has to start from childhood.”
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, Qin Jian got up and completed three hours of basic exercises as soon as possible.
After having lunch with Qin Gang, he took the car keys and left home.
"Let's go, dad. Come back for dinner tonight."
"What do you want to eat tonight?"
“Ma Po Tofu.”
"Okay, drive slower on the road."
Qin Jian drove Fang Xiaoyu to Zhuoyue Piano Store again.
The boss is obviously more enthusiastic than yesterday.
Qin Jian guessed from this that the cultural center had already contacted the boss.
He secretly helped the other party get a deal, which also made it easier for him.
As for the affairs between officials and merchants, they are matters between them.
Today's Fang Xiaoyu has obviously made great progress compared to yesterday. She can already meet Qin Jian's requirements in several details.
Qin Jian knew that Fang Xiaoyu only had an electronic keyboard at home, and thought that it was really not easy for him to practice his work to this level in one night.
but...
"It's a good day today, Xiaoyu."
When the break was approaching, Qin Jian stood up and encouraged: "The basic outline has come out."
"But after clarifying the intention of the performance, you need to further understand the music."
Fang Xiaoyu listened carefully. Encouragement was of course important to her, but what Qin Jian said next was even more important to her.
“When we are engaged in playing, it is easy to be overwhelmed emotionally by the ups and downs of the music.”
"Just like this section." Qin Jian played the two bars before the climax of the lead piano on Fang Xiaoyu's piano.
As soon as the piano sounds, the music mood already has a feeling of rising.
This is what Fang Xiaoyu heard, but then, the music did not rise as she expected, but passed by in an understatement, and the sound became smaller and smaller.
At the moment she felt the expectation in her heart drop.
Next second!
"Dang!————Dang Dang——!"
The powerful lyrical music directly filled the feeling of despair in her heart.
The graceful jasmine melody gave her goosebumps all over her arms.
Just when she was eager to continue listening, the music suddenly stopped.
Then Qin Jian's voice sounded: "At this time, you should pay special attention to adjusting the proportion of paragraphs and sentences."
"Arouse the audience's emotions, then deepen and extend it, and then give it at the last moment."
“This process tests a performer’s true skills.”
"Of course, a work cannot have only one climax, so this involves the layout of the entire work. We will talk about this later."
Qin Jian paused, "Come on, try this paragraph first."
moment.
Fang Xiaoyu nodded and sat in front of the piano.
Every time Qin Jian taught her, she would benefit a lot, and this time she also benefited a lot.
Recalling Qin Jian's phrasing just now, Fang Xiaoyu started playing.
First time.
Qin Jian: "If it's not clear, come again."
Second time.
Qin Jian: “Too deliberate will cause the music to feel fragmented.”
The third time.
Qin Jian: "The three notes of the first chord on the right hand in the third measure are not powerful enough!"
The fourth time.
Qin Jian shook his head: "Strengthen your index finger!!"
...
The eleventh time.
Qin Jian's face finally relaxed: "Well, that sounds much more comfortable."
"Okay, let's rest."
Only this time, Fang Xiaoyu shook his head.
"Master, I'm not tired."
After that, she continued to repeat.
She has never been afraid of Qin Jian's harshness. She is only afraid that she can't meet the other party's requirements. Just like now, there is only one voice in her mind -
"What I played just now wasn't good enough. I want to play this section well."
When Qin Jian saw this, he said nothing and took a rest.
He knew Fang Xiaoyu's temper well.
This aspect is very similar to him.
And this is also a necessary condition for becoming an excellent piano player.
....
In such repeated efforts, the program format that has never appeared in the Yangcheng Spring Festival Gala has quietly gradually taken shape.
The week passed quickly.
Needless to say, Fang Xiaoyu's progress this week has been made. With Qin Jian by her side, she has eliminated all technical difficulties. Coupled with her hard work, everything has become a matter of course.
In addition to spending enough time with his parents every day, Qin Jian has also basically finalized the selection of tracks for the Xiao Sai preliminary competition.
On the night of the New Year's Eve, Qin Jian's family went to grandma's house, and Qin Jian had a video chat with He Jing during the meal.
After going back in the evening, Qin Jian sent the last Chris piano teaching method to the other party.
February 12th is 8 days away from the 2015 Spring Festival.
In the morning, Qin Jian opened his eyes and saw a row of messages on his phone, including an email from a foreign country.
An email from the Office of the Organizing Committee of the 17th International Chopin Competition.