-Brother Jian, the school has started recruiting students again. Currently, there are only three Dixiao candidates recruited this year.
Ye Yi:
-Brother Jian, my grandfather and I discussed it some time ago and planned to open our own training class this summer. Do you think it’s okay?
In two simple and straightforward messages, Ye Yiyi explained everything about his current situation.
"Are you planning to do it yourself?"
Qin Jian thought this idea was wonderful.
Qin Jian is very supportive of Ye Yi's idea. No matter how much you earn by working for others, you will still work for others. Having a career of your own gives you hope.
Let it go: Very good, with Grandpa Ye in charge, do you think you can register and open a Yepai Chinese Music Culture School?
Qin Jian thought for a moment, and since Ye Yi had discussed it with the old man, the old man must fully support her.
Although it is not clear what kind of experience Mr. Ye has had, judging from the vigorous writing power of Ye Pai Nan Xiao written by him, coupled with the flute and Xiao skills he passed on to Ye Yi, the director of the Folk Music Department of Huaguo Academy
They all raised their hands in praise, thinking that the old man's life background must not be simple.
Therefore, he felt that if Ye Yi and Mr. Ye really planned to open an institution, they must not be limited to street training courses in the form of small storefronts and small workshops.
It must be high-end and classy!
Let it go: Where do you want it to go?
Let It Go: Is there an ideal location?
Qin Jian thought for a while, and the location near Yuehai Square seemed to be good. Before he knew it, he had already begun to calculate Ye Yi's next move.
Soon, Ye Yi's message was replied.
Ye Yi: No, no, Brother Jian, I just have such an idea. Grandpa supports me, but I don’t have any specific plans for the next step, so I want to ask you. If you think it’s okay, then I’ll be relieved.
Let it go: No problem, don’t worry, this is absolutely reliable!
The more Qin Jian thought about it, the more he felt it was a good deal.
Qin Jian found it troublesome to type, so he changed his voice and sent it directly: Listen to me, it is early May, you have chosen the address, rented the store, and it will take a month to complete the decoration, plus recruiting teachers and doing publicity.
The official opening cannot be officially opened until July. The first ten days of July coincides with the summer vacation for students. This is a very good opening time. Do you understand what I mean?
Qin Jian thought about it and realized that there was no early investment in funds.
Let it go: These are some of my thoughts and suggestions. You can discuss it with Grandpa Ye.
moment.
Ye Yi: I understand. I will discuss it with grandpa when he comes back.
Let it go: Uh-huh
Ye Yi: Thank you, Brother Jian. I have to go back to the piano room for class. The students have been waiting for 10 minutes.
Qin Jian took a look and said for a long time that Ye Yi was in class and quickly replied: Haha, come in and have class.
After chatting with Ye Yi for a while, Qin Jian felt fine and did not feel any mental disorder or anything like that.
"Um--"
Feel comfortable.
After stretching, Qin Jian tidied up and left.
He has classes tonight, and he plans to discuss the selection of sonatas with Shen Qingci.
This week, Qin Jian touched Chopin's Second Piano Sonata in detail.
Although the work has not been further polished, the Chopin spirit that belongs to Qin Jian has already been reflected in this work.
It's just that he has doubts about this piece.
So he wanted to hear what Shen Qingci thought of this work and his performance.
19:43.
Qin Jian's car stopped at Shen Qingci's downstairs.
Upstairs, Shen Qingci had just finished eating and was waiting for Qin Jian to come over. When the doorbell rang, he got up and walked towards the door.
The door was opened.
"have you eaten?"
Shen Qingci let go of the doorknob and turned around. Qin Jian followed and walked in, "No."
"There is some food in the pot, can I heat it up for you?"
Shen Qingci wasn't joking, but Qin Jian was really not hungry, "Goodbye, brother, I'm not hungry at all."
The two of them then came to the living room, and Qin Jian calmly sat down in front of the B211.
Shen Qingci: "Come directly, the third movement in B flat minor."
Qin Jian nodded, opened the piano cover, and adjusted his sitting posture and breathing.
In one breath, his hands fell down.
"when----"
A set of heavy, extremely rich-toned chords rises from the piano board.
"when--"
"when----"
Then the bass sound effect is like a sad song. Qin Jian accurately controls the strength of his arms, and the technique of continuous chord tapping is like a simple finger game in his hands.
despair.
The crisp sound of the lighter happened to be stuck on the first repeated mark of the movement's insertion, which sounded particularly harmonious.
...
The third movement of Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 2 in B flat minor, also known as the "Funeral March."
It is the most famous movement in Chopin's Second Sonata.
Most people in the world believe that the funeral march was born because of the B flat minor sonata.
In actual history, Chopin first composed the Funeral March in 1837, and then completed the B-flat minor Sonata two years later.
The Funeral March was inserted into Chopin's Sonata in B flat minor as the third movement when he composed it.
As the second piano sonata composed by Chopin, this work is completely different from his first study. From the composition structure to the strong tragic color condensed in the work, the appeal of Chopin's piano works is revealed.
Similar to Rachmaninoff's late works, this Second Piano Sonata was written by Chopin after the fall of Poland. The grief in the work is not only present in the third movement, but also contains a kind of sadness in the entire four movements. despair.
During the practice, Qin Jian did feel the emotion that was so huge that he could hardly control it, but with self-interpretation, he still played it out.
...
As the final theme returns, Qin Jian ends the performance of the third movement in a weakened state.
It can be said that the fade-out was handled perfectly, and the remaining sound of the piano completely took over the volume played by the last note of the Qin key.
After he completely stopped, the music just completely disappeared.
"Your control has improved again."
Behind him, Shen Qingci's praise did not make Qin Jian feel complacent. He waited for the other party's next words.
"Qin Jian."
Shen Qingci spoke again, and Qin Jian's heart tightened.
"This sonata of yours is wrong."
There was something wrong. Qin Jian sighed slightly. Although the other party only listened to one movement and gave an evaluation of the entire work, he thought it was okay.
He seemed to have been mentally prepared for this.
Qin Jian turned around and said with a smile: "Actually, I feel the same way. With your words, I feel relieved."
Seeing Qin Jian's attitude, Shen Qingci also felt relieved.
At this juncture, he was a little worried that his words would not be accepted by the other party. From his perspective, Qin Jian had heard too many praises in the past year, and the applause he had heard was too great.
But even if the other party can't accept it, he still has to correct it.
"Qin Jian, do you know what your problem is with this piece?"