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Qin Jian: "Huh?"
Shen Qingci wanted to use these words to inform Qin Jian of something, but after thinking about it, he decided to solve Qin Jian's problem first.
Shen Qingci: "You just said that when you were in Moscow, you used to convey images as the core of your performance, but what about now?"
The waiter brought the first plate of food.
The two of them started using their chopsticks.
"It's hard to say right now. I'm still in the process of exploring. I think it should be a more inclined way to interpret the composer, because no matter..."
When Qin Jian said this, Shen Qingci suddenly interrupted him, "Wait a minute, I have always wanted to confirm something with you. Did you write that variation?"
Shen Qingci asked casually, and Qin Jian answered casually, "Yes."
"Okay, no problem, you continue." Shen Qingci continued to eat.
After a brief interlude, Qin Jian continued: "Because no matter how I convey the pictures, the pictures I restore are ultimately what I see. I hope that in the end I can interpret them from the perspective of the composer."
"In this way, their music is restored in their own way, and the style of the era works hundreds of years ago is allowed to be heard and felt by people today."
Shen Qingci put down his chopsticks and lit a cigarette: "Qin Jian, do you know how long a Bach concert could last during the Baroque period?"
Qin Jian didn't know Shen Qingci's purpose for asking this question, but he really didn't know this.
Shen Qingci: "8 hours, from morning to afternoon."
"So long?" Qin Jian felt his hands hurt as he listened.
Shen Qingci nodded: "Do you know why in the classical period an opera could be four hours long and some people thought it was too short, but today even if an opera is eight minutes long, some people think it is too long?"
Qin Jian frowned and vaguely grasped a little idea, but he still didn't understand the meaning behind the other party's question, "Are you saying that the pace of life of people in different eras is different?"
"Yes, in different eras, people have different life rhythms, so their demands for musical works are also different. People's life rhythm nowadays is too fast, so fast that even an 8-minute pop music can't be tolerated.
"This is one of the reasons why classical music is declining."
Shen Qingci paused, looked at Qin Jian and said with a playful smile: "So why do you want to restore the past instead of innovating with a modern way of thinking, so that the music works you like can be used in some way in our world?
How about the new era we live in? This question does not represent my opinion. I am just curious about what you think."
Qin Jian was delighted. Even if Shen Qingci didn't explain, he knew that as both defenders of classical music, the other party had always been at the forefront of classical piano. He could tell this from the Bach he played.
But since the other party asked, then...
"Because no matter how classical music declines, it will never die."
Qin Jian's reply was not loud, so only the waiter who served the food and Shen Qingci could hear it.
The waiter glanced at Qin Jian.
"Thank you," Qin Jian also looked at her, "Thank you for the two bowls of rice."
After sending the waiter away with a smile, Qin Jian turned to Shen Qingci again: "I think there are people in any era who are willing to listen to the original glory of those eras."
"So I hope that I can get close to composers from different eras, understand them, feel them, interpret them, and finally restore them."
"These will be the core of my future playing art."
After hearing this, Shen Qingci felt that he had heard the answer he wanted to hear, but he still joked: "This road is not easy to walk, and musicians also have to eat."
Qin Jian smiled, "Isn't that just right? Aren't musicians begging for food hundreds of years ago?"
The more Shen Qingci tasted these words, the more interesting they became. For a long time, he felt that he still underestimated the young man in front of him.
From the other party's words, he heard a hint of determination.
In this day and age, there are very few people who are willing to show up for art.
You must know that Qin Jian is only twenty years old this year.
As the third dish came, "The dishes are all here. Please take your time. Please take your receipt and go to the front desk to pay in a moment."
The waiter spoke fluently and glanced at Qin Jian again.
Qin Jian wondered why you were always looking at me when you were fine, "Two more bowls of rice!"
"Okay, please wait a moment," the waiter left.
Without talking about those vague words, Shen Qingci finally gave Qin Jian some personal opinions.
"Shijing's control of timbre is the core of his technique, as well as the shaping of sentences."
"You don't know how much effort he puts into illustrating the sentences. The performances we heard on the stage were all refined by him, so it is natural to be attracted by those very detailed aesthetics."
"This is why I don't let you imitate him. Everyone has an innate perception of musical lines. Everyone has a different perception of music. Even if they are similar, there are subtle individual differences. This comes from different
life experiences, different races, different genders, and even certain physical defects.”
Speaking of this, Shen Qingci looked at Qin Jian: "Do you understand?"
As Qin Jian nodded, she couldn't help but think of Ye Yi again, "Understood,"
Shen Qingci: "But you can learn from his way of handling music from the shallow to the deep. This way of handling allows a performer to see the original appearance of the music more clearly. There are still more than 4 months until the main competition, so you can make good use of it.
Let’s take this time to find out.”
Qin Jian said, "I also have this plan. After I have finalized all the three-round repertoire for the main competition, I plan to find a quiet place to retreat for a while. The school is not suitable because the surroundings are too noisy."
"Indeed." Shen Qingci smiled, "Has the place been chosen?"
Qin Jian didn't think about it, and going home was the first option he eliminated.
In his heart, he prefers Salzburg or Ivanovka, Mozart's hometown and Rachmaninov's birthplace. He thinks both places are pretty good, but he hasn't decided yet.
"Not yet." He replied.
Shen Qingci: "Let's go to Norway."
"Huh?" Qin Jian was stunned and looked at Shen Qingci doubtfully, as if he wanted a reason.
Shen Qingci repeated again: "Go to Norway. Someone will pick you up when the time comes. There is a quiet place there, and you may be able to make a new friend."
Qin Jian suddenly remembered that when he called Shen Qingci to say New Year greetings during the Chinese New Year, the other party and Liao Linjun were in Norway, and he subconsciously asked: "Sister Lin Jun has been in Norway?"
"Go ahead, she will be responsible for the next stage of your course." Shen Qingci sighed and explained everything with a smile, "After you decide on the three rounds of repertoire, you can set off."
Qin Jian felt a little emotional for a moment after hearing this.
"Shen..."
"Your rice," the waiter came over with two bowls of rice and placed them on the table with two "ta" and "ta" sounds.
After saying that, he glanced at Qin Jian again.
Qin Jian: "...pay the bill!"
The waiter smiled slightly: "Please come to the front desk."
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...
The two finally decided to have a good drink while Qin Jian left.
But before that, Qin Jian witnessed Shen Qingci and Nobuyuki Toshii having a big drink.
When he came out of Fuge Bar in the evening, Qin Jian drove Shen Qingci back home.
When he returned to school, the dormitory door was already closed.
So he spent the whole night at 309.
Early the next morning, a truck drove into the school from a distance.
Qin Jian stood in front of the window with a chicken coop on his head and chewed bread quickly.