Different from the flying snow outside the door, following the two ladies into the door, what kind of place did Qin Jian feel that he had arrived?
Qin Jian is judging by his ears and eyes.
Judging from the background music, the owner's taste is pretty good.
playing love.
This theme song that runs throughout the whole Pianist on the Sea has always been Qin Jian's favorite piece.
But the version in my ears is the symphonic version.
It was the entire wall painting on the right that caught Qin Jian's attention.
Against the background of an endless sea that touches the sky, a huge cruise ship is painted on the wall.
In the close view, there is a tall figure wearing a windbreaker and a gentleman's hat, with a few numbers written lightly on the side.
1900.
However, this does not make Qin Jian feel that this is a serious place to drink coffee.
At the door, an Optimus Prime more than two meters high stands.
In the glass display window on the left, Qin Jian was even more dazzled by the rows of toys.
Except for Bumblebee and Megatron, the remaining Autobots Qin Jian really can't name them.
In the bar next to the window, an old foreign man wearing overalls and a bow tie was busy with something in his hands.
It all comes together, plus the peculiar looking female shopkeeper.
Qin Jian became more and more curious about what he was going to do in this toy store selling coffee in the name of piano today.
From time to time, the two women who were reminiscing about old times heard bursts of laughter. It was obvious that the owner of the laughter was not He Jing.
As the music switched to brisk jazz funk, Qin Jian gradually relaxed.
Not wanting to be out of tune with the indoor atmosphere, Qin Jian found a corner and picked up a music magazine and flipped through it, occasionally shaking his head to the rhythm of the saxophone.
"The Development History of Piano Blood Vessels"
This is an article about piano strings, and some interesting data in it still made Qin Jian's eyes light up.
“Nineteenth-century wooden-framed pianos were limited in their ability to withstand tensions of less than 75 pounds per string, while modern concert grand pianos have tensions of up to 210 pounds per string.”
No wonder Liszt could break two pianos during one concert.
"After the cast iron frame was born and became the standard for piano manufacturing, the strings could be stretched and fixed. Unfortunately, the great Beethoven did not catch up with this era that truly belonged to him."
Qin Jian also saw relevant content in Chris's Beginner's Piano Guide.
‘...Anxious Beethoven endured the torment day and night, constantly urging the manufacturer: louder sound! More durable! More high-pitched sound!!’
If Uncle Bei had had a modern piano in his hands at that time, what kind of joys, sorrows, ups and downs would he have created?
Qin Jian shook his head. It was probably because Uncle Bei had been practicing too much recently and would always be able to incorporate the emotions of music from time to time.
Is this a side effect of [Focused Guidance]?
"Why, are you interested in this?"
A sudden voice interrupted Qin Jian's thoughts.
Qin Jian looked up, and at some point, two ladies had already arrived in front of him.
It seemed that the reminiscing was over. Qin Jian put the magazine in his hand back to its original place, stood up and was thinking about how to say hello.
Before she could look at He Jing, the woman with black-rimmed glasses continued to smile.
"I've heard your Chopin and it's very interesting to play, but I'm more interested in your Beethoven."
"Come on," the woman said, turning around and shouting to the old man at the bar: "We're closed today."
…
If the first floor is a toy store, then the second floor is a piano operating room.
At least that's what Qin Jian thinks.
As soon as you walk in, a delicious pine smell hits your face.
The space is about 100 square meters, like the epitome of a small factory.
Except for a few pianos that don't seem to be in perfect condition, Qin Jian can see various piano accessories everywhere.
There are scattered ebony keys on the marble table, and a row of pure wool hammers hanging under the window.
Under a huge fallen shelf in the middle of the hall, several solid wood soundboards of varying thicknesses were hanging. Next to it, under a matte walnut carved surface, several carving knives were scattered.
Qin Jian was a little shocked. After all these years of dealing with pianos, this was the first time he had dealt with so many piano parts.
The impact brought by the vision cannot be dissipated in the heart for a long time.
"Welcome to my studio," the woman pointed to the surroundings and said to Qin Jian, "Just pick a piano and start. I recommend you to try that one."
Following the direction of the woman's finger, a teak-colored baby grand piano had its castanets half open.
"The linkage system in the keyboard was just modified by me yesterday. Please help me test it."
This can also be modified!?
Qin Jian didn't know what the keyboard linkage system was like before. Even though he now has Chris's Beginner's Piano Guide in his mind, he only knew some knowledge about the data of the linkage system, but he couldn't tell much about why.
He originally thought that he seemed to have figured out the purpose of his trip, but in the blink of an eye, Qin Jian was confused again.
However, Qin Jian still came to the pomelo-colored piano and sat down under He Jing's affirmative gaze.
Just try to see how you solved yesterday's problem.
Take habitual deep breaths.
As he moved his hands, Qin Jian suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his hands and shoulders.
He turned sideways to lower the height of the piano bench, and then moved back.
He raised his hand again, this time without any further hesitation.
Pathetique Sonata, third movement.
rondo allegro
Rondo, Allegro.
This is the first time Qin Jian has played the third movement in front of others, and even He Jing has not listened to it in full.
After the continuous and clearly visible legato, Qin Jian entered a state of focused guidance.
The wrist that was originally slightly arched gradually sank.
Qin Jian was not aware of the subtle changes in his body.
But as the music progressed in an orderly manner to the theme of the sub-part, the woman with black-rimmed glasses standing not far away twitched her ears slightly, then quickly turned around and took a look, casually grabbed a pen from the piano behind her, took off the pen cap and started
I started writing and drawing in the palm of my hand.
Qin Jian felt the feedback from his fingers, and felt a little different in his heart. Compared with the absolute sensitivity of the SK-5, the touch of this piano was slightly dull, but this slight dullness seemed to be related to the feeling in his brain.
The melody lines can completely overlap.
On this basis, Qin Jian can clearly feel that the music lines are clearer and more delicate.
But from the perspective of the tension of the entire piano, there is no comparison with my sk-5.
Moreover, the timbre in the mid-bass range is obviously unstable.
However, this does not affect Qin Jian's extremely detailed emotional processing under He Jing's ears.
He Jing thinks that she may not be able to do better.
Although from a technical perspective, Qin Jian still has more room for improvement.
But He Jing knows, maybe he doesn't.
Who knows how long this elusive guy spent practicing this piece?
Three movements, a complete Beethoven sonata.
Half a month? Or a week?
Regardless of the former or the latter, judging from the music echoing throughout the hall, the young man in front of the piano can be regarded as a genius.
But this is a secret that belongs to Qin Jian and also to He Jing.
With the last fragment of the ending, there is a brief silence in the penultimate measure.
At the last moment, a series of violent storms swallowed up the entire desperate C minor.
Close hand!
Qin Jian moved his hands hard to the left, and his expression was indescribably solemn for a moment.
The room was quiet for a moment, and then was broken by a loud and wonderful sound.
The old man at the bar arrived at the second floor at some point. Looking at Qin Jian's expression, his big brown eyes suddenly widened.
The woman who had been writing and drawing on the palm of her hand also stopped. Looking at the writing on her hand, she looked up with satisfaction and looked at the young man in front of the piano again.
"There's nothing wrong with this kid."
These words seemed like a reply to He Jing, and also seemed like an affirmation of his own thoughts.
Suddenly, the woman turned to look at He Jing aside, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.
"Quiet~"
"Let's make a deal?"
…
Qin Jian couldn't understand English, so when he saw the two women smiling, he smiled too.