505. The Benefit of Wearing a Hat Low-key Shaw Sai Opening
Putting down the cloth, Qin Jian swallowed hard and suppressed the strong feeling of nausea.
"The last one."
His throat moved up and down again.
"B major."
As he raised his hand, Qin Jian suddenly hesitated for a moment.
A chill in his back made his left hand tremble.
This time, every pair of eyes in the audience, including the camera crew, saw this scene.
Everyone was affected.
Although there is no shortage of accidents in Chopin's competition, no judge hopes that the player they are optimistic about will have any surprises in the final piece.
Even some judges who thought of Qin Jian as a 'skilled thief' couldn't help but frown at this time.
The scene became quieter for a while.
Another moment.
Qin Jian seemingly calmly raised his hands again, but in fact his mind went blank.
His eyes were full of uncertainty, but he still pressed a button.
"when."
The finger drop is still an elegant finger drop.
He doesn't allow himself to press even a single note vulgarly in the spotlight.
One note, then another, soared in the air like beads under the soft light.
One after another, they formed a hazy melody line.
After three bars of music played, everyone in the audience gradually felt relieved.
The center of the entire arena space returned to the melody that sounded on the stage.
No B Major "Nocturne in B Major"
The subtle rhythm of the notes is delicate and agile.
The delicate and sentimental melody once again presents a unique performance picture under the weaving of ten pale fingers.
At this moment, the sensitive judges suddenly found that they could not find any trace of this rhythm in their minds.
The first part of this Nocturne in B major was something they had never experienced before.
The strong sense of surprise made them have to concentrate even more. It is true that they are judges, but they are also Chopin's disciples who are still alive, and they are people who love Chopin.
Nocturne.
It is undoubtedly the most beautiful treasure left by Chopin in the world.
Each melodious romantic piece has a velvety texture and a magical power that can involuntarily lead you into a beautiful dreamland.
When you approach the melody lines hidden in the sound clusters, they will shine before your eyes like the shining stars in the gorgeous starry sky.
This is Chopin's nocturne, a dream woven from poetry.
Qin Jian plays the Nocturne in B major, as if you can hear Chopin pouring out his love to you.
Extremely sweet.
When the theme appeared, Qin Jian had closed his eyes unconsciously, leaving only his pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead in the camera.
Sometimes he raised his brows, and the melody was presented in a graceful and charming way, and then under the raised corners of his mouth, there was a hint of humor in the music.
The lingering decorative sound is full of sultry ambiguity. The soft pedal stepped on at the right time is like the dim yellow under the curtain, like the transparent water mist wrapped around the large bed with carved hollow patterns. The men and women in the mist are whispering. Whisper.
During the murmur, the melody inadvertently shifted to B minor again. Qin Jian tightened his eyebrows at this moment, and his fingers became a little anxious. He lost his center of gravity between strokes, as if the wind and rain blew before leaving. disturbed.
His shoulders couldn't help but lift up.
The melody finally became more urgent along with this.
rapid!
It’s a rush!!
More and more urgent!!!
The increasingly urgent melody is accompanied by intense emotions, as if it is finally about to explode completely in the acceleration of nine bars!!!!
However...
"when..."
A chord that seemed full of struggle ended up with only a short sound, even though its note was hot.
Accompanied by the strong dramatic changes in the music, Argerich's pupils shrank again, and her whole body seemed to stop, and finally collapsed again.
But the music still goes on.
When the theme reappeared, although the bright melody reappeared, what lingered in her heart were the emotions that had not been vented in her heart at that moment.
But the music still continues, heading towards the end of a story, an ending that the composer cannot change.
In the cadenza that widens the range before the end, the melody finally presents a kind of beauty without elegance, the emotions are no longer complicated, and the innocence is without a trace of luster.
Qin Jian slowly opened his eyes, as if he had never closed them before. Is there a kind of nostalgia in his eyes?
he does not know.
Still stroking out the last few dull notes with his fingers.
"when--"
A "hello" sounded like it came from a stranger, and the whole song ended here.
Raise your hand.
The whole hall became quiet again.
At this point, the five works of Qin Jian’s preliminary competition have been presented one by one.
Qin Jian nodded slightly to the piano and smiled.
Get up.
Turn around.
Play the piano.
Smile.
bow.
Leave calmly.
...
At this moment, the announcement of the preparation of the next contestant was already heard in the lobby of the Warsaw Concert Hall.
The streamer Kawa was carried away by the staff, leaving the stage empty.
a long time.
Argerich smiled softly, her eyes seemed to have returned to the indifference after the vicissitudes of life from her girlhood, really indifferent.
She started writing "yes" after the name belonging to player No. 21.
She is not so easy to fool, and she will not give the result until the last moment.
Even if the results are given, they are only the results of this round. There are still three long stages to follow.
"Don't be complacent, boy."
Argerich is such a woman who is always proud and arrogant. She will not tell her colleagues around her that she can't wait for the next round.
"What kind of music will you bring?" Looking at the empty stage, Argerich sighed again.
at this time.
"no."
From the corner of the judges' table, another woman's voice sounded, another strong woman.
...
...
The moment Qin Jian left the stadium and walked into the lobby, the bright lights made him feel dazzled.
The noise around him and the various looks he received made him feel a strong sense of nausea again.
He squinted his eyes and shook his head gently, swallowing hard.
"What's wrong with you!?" The anxious voice in front of him made him calm down.
"It's okay, I'm going to the bathroom," Qin Jian said and gave Duan Ran a reassuring smile.
But the forced opening of the corners of his mouth did not make Duan Ran feel at all at ease.
Qin Jian almost ran towards the bathroom.
Duan Ran followed closely, carrying her bag and coat, and followed to the bathroom door, but she couldn't go in.
At this moment, her mind was filled with Qin Jian's pale complexion just now. Compared with whether the opponent was performing normally in the field just now, she only cared about whether the opponent's body was fine.
Duan Ran kept walking back and forth, but seeing that the other party still didn't come out, Duan Ran almost burst into tears.
At the moment Duan Ran decided to ask a staff member to go in, the bathroom door was pushed open.
Qin Jian loosened the collar of the lining of his dress and walked out gently.
His hair was messy and there were drops of water on his face.
"What's wrong with you?!" Duan Ran stepped forward and held his hand. Although the other person's face had returned to normal, she still looked worried.
"It's okay," Qin Jian smiled, "I vomited."
When Duan Ran heard this, he became anxious again, "Are you still laughing!? Is your stomach feeling good now? Do you want to get some medicine? We didn't eat anything unclean at noon. Is it because you caught a cold last night..."
"Okay," Qin Jian put his arm around Duan Ran's shoulders and interrupted her, leading her out of the corridor, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Let's go back. It's time to practice piano with you."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Duan Ran still listened to the footsteps with uneasiness and asked with his head turned sideways.
"OK." Qin Jian nodded seriously.
"Then, what did you do just now..." Duan Ran was a little afraid to ask further.
moment.
Qin Jian relaxed a little and his throat went dry. Recalling the last nocturne in B major, his eyes were filled with a hint of clarity.