Under applause, Liao Linjun walked onto the stage holding a bouquet of purple flowers.
Qin Jian smiled and said, "Thank you, Sister Lin Jun."
Liao Linjun smiled mysteriously, "I thanked the wrong person."
Qin Jian took the bouquet and looked down. On the card [^^hehehe·——]
Just add three hey words to a small expression, and you don’t have to guess who it is.
"Thank you, Sister Lin Jun," Qin Jian thanked him again. Behind this, Duan Ran and the other party must have found each other privately in advance to arrange such a scene.
"You're welcome. I performed well today. There is just a small problem with the sonata, but it should be the piano." Liao Linjun looked at Qin Jian questioningly.
Qin Jian: "Well, the strings need to be tuned."
Liao Linjun nodded to indicate that he understood, "Let's take a curtain call." He turned around and walked off the stage.
Qin Jian's curtain call speech was very simple, just a thank you + a 90-degree bend.
After the concert, Qin Jian, as a temporary performer who did not charge admission, came off the stage rarely and connected with the audience on a personal level.
With the help of the old bartender's translation, Qin Jian got a lot of information he wanted to know, and of course, there was also some other information.
For example, "How does that sound to you?"
The person who answered this question was a housewife. She said: "It was very exciting. I listened to the whole scene."
Also, "How was the atmosphere at today's concert?"
The person who answered this question was Qiao, a worker in the piano workshop, "This is my first time to attend a concert, and it feels great."
There is also a question like, "Can you tell me what the tone of the fortepiano is like?"
The person who answered this question was a doctor named Rosen. Rosen talked a lot clearly at the beginning. He seemed to be very eager to communicate, and he chatted with the old bartender on the wooden chair for a long time.
Firstly, he gave great recognition to Qin Jian's performance, and secondly, he criticized those who left the show midway for being unreasonable.
Finally, Rosen said: "I learned clavichord in my childhood, and later played Mozart and Schubert. I feel that the sound of the clavichord is completely incomparable with the comprehensiveness of modern pianos, but I have to change this now.
One point of view.”
"But it may be due to space limitations. It would be perfect if the piano was louder."
As a member of the group of people who have studied clavichord, Rosen's advice is still worthy of Qin Jian's reference.
Qin Jian then chatted with acquaintances one after another.
Old Harlin said: "The structure of the second movement of the sonata can be better, boy, even if it is Chopin's sonata, it is still a sonata."
This simple sentence made Qin Jian make up his mind to visit the old man in person.
The old bartender rarely asked about Chopin and the piano: "Have you prepared the last piece in advance?"
There is definitely no preparation. Qin Jian: "I only remember a few pieces of Norwegian music. I remember the melody of Solveig's Song relatively clearly."
Old Assad gave a thumbs up, but Ido seemed quite silent after the concert.
Finally, when everyone was preparing to go back to the piano workshop, the young man with a punk hair who had not left took the initiative to come forward and send words of praise, hoping to get Qin Jian's signature.
Naturally, Qin Jian would not be stingy with his signature. After the old bartender's translation, he found out that this young man from a small town in Bergen who looked completely unrelated to classical music was actually a classical violinist and was currently studying at the St. Petersburg Conservatory of Music.
After studying, I just got home for the holidays and within three days, I caught up with today's concert.
"I know you. I am paying attention to this year's Chopin Competition. I hope you can win the gold medal. I like your performance so much."
The old bartender translated the young man's last words in a matter-of-fact manner.
As the closing speech of the church, Qin Jian was naturally in a good mood.
However, he did not get carried away. Although most of the voices he heard were nurturing and complimentary, there was also an indisputable fact that 'the number of viewers at the end was only half of the number at the beginning.'
Although the gate is open for free, there are no restrictions on entry and exit. Visitors do not need to buy tickets, and they do not need to spend the entire show. There is no ticket cost anyway. There is nothing wrong with leaving if you don’t like it.
Maybe they just came in to see what Old Bert's nephew looked like and then left.
But on the other hand, Qin Jian felt that his selection of music did not attract these people. Suppose it was initially advertised as a piano recital by Grieg, would the church be overcrowded today?
Norwegians like Grieg, Germans respect Bach and Beethoven, and Warsaw people love Chopin. These are all obvious things, but if you don’t really experience it, you won’t really realize it——
'It turns out that it's only the music that has no national boundaries, not the people who listen to the music.'
There was no special celebration wine, so everyone returned to Qinfang and gathered in the cafeteria to eat some steamed seafood and have a few glasses of fruit wine to congratulate Qin Jian.
After dinner, Qin Jian sent Duan Ran a message: "I will practice the piano."
Then I went to the piano room and started practicing.
After the afternoon concert, he felt that he had found a feeling of playing mazurka.
Mazurka has always been a genre that he has ignored intentionally or unintentionally. The main reason for this situation is that he has too much information about Mazurka but cannot integrate it together.
It wasn't until he spent the morning communicating with Mr. Fu Hua before leaving for Norway that he had a vague idea of how to play mazurka.
Mr. Fu's performance seems to have taken off all the rules, but when you look back, you will find that the structural integrity of the music is surprisingly regular, and this kind of rules is not like European rules, but has an oriental aesthetics.
It has a subtle, tranquil and long-lasting meaning.
Today, Qin Jian played Norway's second national anthem without any preparation. He improvised throughout the whole process, not only without any musical notation, but even some of the melody and rhythm were changed by him.
But when he finished playing, he felt comfortable. The smiles, applause and various looks from the audience responded to him as if they were saying, "This is Bergen, this is Grieg!"
Qin Jian didn't incorporate any playing skills, and he didn't think about it while playing. What he kept thinking about was his life after coming to Bergen, every scene, and the daily rhythm of life.
The scenery eventually transformed into the color of music, and the rhythm of life seemed to become the rhythm of music.
"In the familiar colors and rhythms, they heard the flavor of Bergen and the flavor of Grieg."
So what would happen if Grieg was replaced by Chopin, Bergen was replaced by Warsaw, and on this basis the modern piano was replaced with a 19th century fortepiano?
Qin Jian had never tried this before.
With strong desire and curiosity, Qin Jian practiced Mazurka all night.
It wasn't until 23:20 that he reluctantly left the piano room.
Because there are still 40 minutes until August 6th.