After giving up the gorgeous decoration and returning the work to its true nature, he did not follow the example of Nobuyuki Toshii who focused on dramatic intensity. Instead, he reorganized the performance through his understanding of Chopin in various detailed musical texture materials.
ideas.
The chord patterns that originally needed to be emphasized were played in a way that was more transparent and less heavy-sounding, turning the "fearful" moment in the movement into a sense of remembrance full of light mourning.
This change in the depiction of the theme finally won Shen Qingci's appreciation for his funeral march.
And subtly, among the four movements in the whole work, Qin Jian felt that the biggest change should be the first movement.
The reshaped first movement no longer has the sense of separation between the theme and the subpart as before.
Through a large number of free speed changes, the principal and the deputy constructed an overall concept in Qin Jian's musical thoughts, making the structure of the entire movement coherent.
But even so, Shen Qingci still suggested that Qin Jian choose the Third Sonata.
...
"I'll think about it again."
After today's class, Qin Jian felt more relaxed, and Shen Qingci felt the same way. Although Qin Jian had not made the final choice, judging from the other party's current overall condition, he felt that no matter what choice the other party made in the end, he
It's all reassuring.
"Do you have any plans tonight?"
After class, Shen Qingci asked Qin Jian.
Qin Jian thought that the other party wanted to have a 'partnering meal' with him, so he smiled and said, "I'll let you arrange it."
Shen Qingci: "Come with me to Teacher Fu's place tonight."
Qin Jian nodded and agreed without much thought. He had wanted to visit the old man early in the morning. He still remembered the unpleasant scene between the old man and the jury in Tokyo.
"Is it far?" Qin Jian asked.
Shen Qingci: "Not far."
The two left the Qinfang Building, and Shen Qingci took Qin Jian to the street in front of the school.
Waiting in line to buy roast chicken.
"The old man is very good at this." Shen Qingci recalled, "I lived in Yanjing during the year when I took the art exam. When I first started taking classes with the old man, the old man asked me to bring one with him every time before going to class."
"Does it cost to pay for class time?" Qin Jian opened his imagination. He had eaten the roast chicken of this "Baiweixuan" once in his dormitory, and it was indeed good. Many students in the school often come to buy it.
Shen Qingci nodded, "At that time, a whole chicken here cost 13.5 yuan, and my monthly living expenses were 340 yuan."
The generation gap was a little far away, and Qin Jian couldn't feel anything about it, but he found it quite interesting that Mr. Fu only accepted Shen Qingci one roast chicken in one class.
"What happened next?" Qin Jian asked.
Shen Qingci: "What happened next?"
Qin Jian: "You said there was only one roast chicken per class at the beginning, but what about later?
"Then I stayed at his house."
As Shen Qingci spoke, the queue reached two people. He stepped forward. When the old man in the window saw the figure outside the window, he grinned, "Wait a moment!"
Shen Qingci smiled: "It's troublesome."
After a while, a piece of roast chicken wrapped in straw paper was handed out from the window.
The two left.
Qin Jian originally wanted to buy something, but after all, it would not be nice to come empty-handed for the first time.
But under Shen Qingci's dissuasion, he finally followed Shen Qingci to the back door of the school empty-handed.
A detached owner's house at the back door of the school.
"The old dean used to live here."
Qin Jian knew that many old professors from schools lived here, including Mr. Li Sanli.
The two went upstairs.
In front of an ordinary aluminum alloy security door, Shen Qingci knocked twice.
Soon, the door was opened.
This is the first time Qin Jian has seen the old man so close. Compared with the last time he saw him, this time the old man's hair has been shaved much shorter, and he is wearing an ordinary white sweatshirt on his upper body, which looks like someone enjoying the cool weather.
There is no difference between the old people at all, and there is no feeling at all like being on stage.
When Mr. Fu saw the person outside the door frame, he happily opened the door and spoke in a tone like welcoming two children home: "They are all here, come in quickly, it's quite hot outside today."
After entering the door, Shen Qingci took the roast chicken to the kitchen.
Qin Jian followed the old man into the living room and looked around politely.
This simple and somewhat simple interior of the house surprised him but not surprised him. In short, he admired the old man even more.
Looking across the wall, he saw a black and white photo frame with a kind old woman in it, and he understood something instantly.
"Why are you still standing? Sit down."
Mr. Fu said that he was going to pour water for Qin Jian. Qin Jian hurriedly stepped forward and took the thermos bottle, "You sit down and I will do it myself."
Qin Jian poured himself a cup of boiled water and filled the old man's tea cup with water.
"Qin Jian, how do you feel about going to Poland this time?" the old man asked.
Qin Jian replied: "The harvest is quite big, but I didn't get to see other players perform live, and the food was not delicious."
Mr. Fu smiled heartily and said, "I've also listened to a few of your competition videos. It's indeed like that."
Giving Qin Jian some kind of affirmation.
After a pause, "But your little tricks can't be hidden from those old foxes. You can't do this again in the next games, do you hear me?"
Qin Jian smiled awkwardly and nodded quickly: "Yes."
How could he not know what the old man was talking about, but the old man Wei Mian was too direct, and there were probably not many people alive who dared to directly call the Xiao Sai judge an old fox.
moment.
The old man asked again: "Have you chosen the sonata?"
When Qin Jian heard this, he knew that he must have told the old man something, "Not yet, but I have prepared both songs. When the time comes, I will draw lots if I can't decide."
"Hahaha, draw lots!" Qin Jian's words made the old man laugh again, "Thank you for being able to tell me, has the mazurka been decided?"
Facing the former best winner of the Mazurka Award, Qin Jian did not dare to say a word: "Not sure yet, still hovering between 41 and 56."
Mr. Fu's eyes flashed, he thought for a moment, then he said yes and didn't ask any more questions.
Then the two chatted for a while. The old man told Qin Jian many things about the Chopin Competition, and Qin Jian listened with great interest.
"dinner time."
After a while, Shen Qingci brought roast chicken, vegetables and soup to the living room.
The three of them ate roast chicken, drank wine, and chatted all night.
But mainly Shen Qingci and Qin Jian were drinking, and Mr. Fu was talking.
When the two were leaving,
Mr. Fu sent the two of them downstairs, his eyes skipped Shen Qingci, fell on Qin Jian's face, and said, "Come over by yourself tomorrow morning."
Although Qin Jian drank a lot, his mind was still clear.
Responded repeatedly.
Then Mr. Fu went upstairs.
On the way back, Qin Jian was still thinking about what the old man would ask him to do tomorrow.
Shen Qingci spoke at the side: "Have a good class tomorrow. It's almost time. It's time for you to settle down the mazurka."