After lunch, He Jing told Qin Jian not to wait for her for dinner, then simply put on light makeup and left home.
Qin Jian was left alone in the room again.
It's time for lunch break.
But Qin Jian did not choose to rest. Instead, he went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and poured handfuls of water on his face. The cold water temperature seemed to wake people up briefly.
Not long after, Qin Jian wiped the water droplets from his face, came out of the bathroom and sat directly in front of the piano.
Lifting the cover of the piano, he looked at the staggered keyboards and shook his head violently, trying to throw away all the emotions and thoughts in his mind.
After a short period of calm, Qin Jian felt that it was almost time to start.
Open Beethoven's Sonata No. 8.
It’s still the first movement.
Raise your hands and lower your fingers, the piano sounds.
After pressing the chord, Qin Jian counted the beats more carefully, for fear of making any mistakes.
The first measure, which originally had only 4 beats, was played by Qin Jian in 8 beats in order to ensure the absolute accuracy of the rhythm.
As groups of chords switch in and out without any mistakes, the first three bars of the introduction are spent perfectly.
When it came to the last note-intensive cadenza of the fourth measure, Qin Jian was even more attentive.
Recalling the fingering techniques for old cars, all attention was diverted to the five fingers of the right hand.
Seeing that a gorgeous and delicate sound flow is about to be completed, but just when the last sound 're' of the entire sentence in the fourth measure is connecting to the first sound 'mi flat' of the fifth measure, it should have been completed within a melody line.
Because the Qin key involuntarily raised its wrist after playing 're', it did not press 'mi down' directly after the soft sound of 're'.
Therefore, what was supposed to be said in one breath suddenly came with a big gasp at the last word.
In the end, the entire phrase ended in failure.
Come again.
…
"Not strong enough!"
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"Pedal Delay!"
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“The left octave is not expressive enough!”
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"The trembling fingers on my right hand are not good!"
…
Qin Jian would interrupt and stop at every place that did not fit the auditory experience.
Halfway through the afternoon, the progress and efficiency are still less than half of what they were in the morning.
Compared with the morning, Qin Jian's requirements for himself became visibly more demanding during the afternoon practice.
However, what this harshness brings is not an improvement in efficiency, but an increasingly impetuous state.
As a result, Qin Jian had to stop.
…
The music stopped at a random place and I took my hand back
Looking at the black and white keyboard again, Qin Jian's almost uncontrollable anxiety surged up in his heart.
…
chaos.
After communicating with He Jing at noon, Qin Jian sorted out the game before and after, and found that his emotions towards the game seemed not to be so dull anymore.
Regarding participating in the competition, I originally just agreed to He Jing, and coupled with the pressure from my family, I had no other choice but to agree to participate in this competition, even though I only had a meager 400 admiration points in my hand at the time.
Although I have been preparing for this competition since then, even planning a small concert in Blossom Alley, just to save enough worship points before and after the competition.
But Qin Jian has always felt that his emotions and mentality towards the competition are stable. Qin Jian is already conceiving and designing the selection of the first-round repertoire, the judgment of the second-round repertoire, and even the third-round repertoire after assuming promotion.
No matter how prepared for the game, how close it is to the game, or even the quality of the game results, Qin Jian has prepared himself mentally in advance for every situation that will happen in the future.
Originally, I had always looked at the fact that I was about to participate in the competition from a third-person perspective, and constantly reminded myself what was necessary at the moment, what I needed to overcome, and what I didn't need to care about.
This is the virtue that an adult should have for himself, to prevent fire before it happens. Qin Jian has always felt this way.
Therefore, Qin Jian believes that the recent tension has always come from the numerical value on the tattoo on his left hand and the fast-paced life.
But throughout noon until now, I seemed to be immersed in an anxiety that had nothing to do with the above two.
Anxiety about this game.
From He Jing's perspective, participating in this competition may open up a shortcut for her further studies.
With his father's character, he must feel that since he can get such an opportunity, he must go for it.
Even though he came on as a substitute, Mr. Lin was able to give himself this precious spot, which fully shows that the other party gave him recognition, or that the other party saw a possibility through his less than five-minute revolutionary etude.
So what does this game mean to me?
What happens after the game is over?
Return to Nanshi and continue to earn worship points?
Participate in art exam review and cultural classes, and go to university after the college entrance exam?
Then what?
It seemed that at this moment, Qin Jian truly thought about the significance of this game to himself.
In other words, the road under your feet is how you will take it.
Where to go.
Qin Jian felt a little breathless sitting in front of the piano, so he put on his coat and came to the window.
Feeling the chill coming from the window, Qin Jian subconsciously shrank his neck and lowered his head.
Sudden.
A book in the corner of the windowsill attracted Qin Jian's attention.
"Status Anxiety"?
After reading the title of the book, Qin Jian suddenly felt a little interesting when he thought of He Jing holding such a book with a sullen face.
I don’t know what the anxiety of strong women is.
Qin Jian had never been interested in this type of book, but he picked it up at the right time.
The moment the book page was opened, a photo suddenly fell from the middle.
"Um?"
Qin Jian bent down and picked up the photo.
This is~
After carefully observing the expressions of everyone in the photo, my eyes finally returned to the face of the little boy who looked unhappy.
"I haven't been honest since I was a child. I make a scene even if I take pictures on my birthday."
Looking at the photo of a family of four, Qin Jian felt a little more relaxed.
I haven't seen this photo in more than ten years.
"It turns out that He Jing has always been with me."
He lightly traced his fingers across the parents standing on the left and right sides, looking at He Jing who was holding her arm tightly.
Qin Jian suddenly felt a sense of security in his heart.
thank you all.
...
a long time.
It wasn't until Qin Jian's arm holding the photo felt numb that he inserted the photo back into the book and arranged the book as it was.
During this period, no one knew what Qin Jian was thinking.
...
The setting sun in the afternoon filtered through the glass into 206's cabin. Feeling the warmth of the sun on his face, Qin Jian felt much happier.
Although he still hasn't found the exact path in his heart, Qin Jian seems to be aware of the significance of this game.
Turning to look at the hanging mirror.
The sunny boy under the age of eighteen in the mirror has sharp features, pure and clean.
moment.
Looking at the young man in the mirror, Qin Jian opened his mouth.
"Do you like piano?"
"like."
"Why like?"
"Because I like it."
Well, Qin Jian nodded in front of the mirror, seeming to be extremely satisfied with this answer.
For a moment, I felt very good.
Gradually, the look in his eyes became slightly different from the past.
The young man's eyes should be full of curiosity and longing for the world.
The passion and dreams of young people should be full of imagination and adventurous spirit.
"It's just a game, maybe there will be a bigger stage in the future?"
Qin Jian raised his left hand, and the tattoo in the sun was still delicate.
The hands were clasped together, and the panel popped out instantly.
"Hey~ who knows."
Looking at the experience points on the panel, Qin Jian's eyes flickered.
(100/100).
"The contract's current experience value is full. Do you want to upgrade?"
Listen to the beep in your ear.
The boy in the mirror raised the corner of his mouth slightly.