"Qin Jian, you stay here today. I will pick you up in the afternoon. You must listen to Teacher Liao."
He Jing left, and Qin Jian's smile gradually stiffened.
The old man also disappeared from the stairs.
Apart from Qin Jian, who was standing in front of the piano, there was only one other lady on the entire second floor, walking up step by step.
"Need a drink of water or a bathroom break?"
Although Qin Jian expressed doubts about these two causally related questions, he still shook his head honestly.
"Okay, let's go to class first."
Attend class?
It turns out that He Jing brought her here today for class.
A pre-game raid?
Qin Jian was moved by He Jing's arrangement and was still trying to increase his professional strength as the competition approached.
But there should be no way for regular teaching to match my own progress.
I didn't mean to deny the weirdly dressed female shopkeeper in front of me, but for some special reasons, I probably already had a piano teacher that was more suitable for me.
However, it can still be helpful to listen to the opinions of professionals.
Moreover, from the moment he walked in until now, Qin Jian could tell that the relationship between the two women was quite good, although he had never heard He Jing mention it.
After considering the current situation, Qin Jian bowed gently to the other party, "Sorry for the trouble, Teacher Liao."
"sit."
With a simple word of sit, the woman came to the side of the grand piano, with her back to Qin Jian, and adjusted the angle of the soundboard to the maximum, "First question, what is the key of the melody you just played?"
"C minor." Qin Jian replied.
"Well," the woman turned around, looked at Qin Jian and asked again with a serious face: "Second question, what is the color of C minor?"
The color of C minor?
Qin Jian had never thought about this issue.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Liao, I probably haven't seen the color of C minor before."
In response to Qin Jian's answer, the woman smiled and asked the third question: "Why does Beethoven always use c minor when composing pathos?"
this?
Qin Jian thoughtfully crossed two octaves of the C minor scale on the keyboard.
Reflected by several piano soundboards that opened and closed in the room, the entire second floor was filled with echoes.
Qin Jian raised his head, as if he wanted to find the light belonging to the sound in this vibration frequency.
Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of me, I saw that the playground of the school opposite was all white.
Closing his eyes, Qin Jian played the C minor scale again.
Qin Jian vaguely felt some clues surging in his mind, but they disappeared as soon as he caught them.
Look, it's invisible.
In terms of creative background, if the piece "Pathetique" were produced today, it would be a customized piece of music.
In order to thank his patrons and admirers, Uncle Pei wrote such a piano sonata.
But why write such a work that starts out full of Greek tragedy and ends up being swallowed up by the torrent? Qin Jian really doesn’t know.
These are questions left to historians.
Regarding this third question, Qin Jian finally could not find any reliable clues.
Answered truthfully: "Sorry, I still can't answer this question."
"Music is the imitation of light, and the two can express each other." This time, the woman did not continue the previous question, but pushed up the frame of the mirror and said to herself, "This theory is from the D country.
Proposed."
"Later, this theory was proven through practice by the F people, who wrote "Music and Color"..."
"In 1903, the famous composer Scriabin of country E wrote a line of colored music on his symphony score..."
…
The woman's voice was very clear, and Qin Jian heard every word of it very clearly.
Just like listening to a story, Qin Jian felt that what he gained in these thirty minutes was beyond his imagination.
It was not the first time Qin Jian had heard of the connection between music and color, but such a systematic description made him curious about the identity of this woman wearing a white coat.
From color to sound, from aesthetics to musicology, in the end, even the rather complex and difficult laws of music were dismembered in the other party's clear narration.
It was also the first time that Qin Jian understood the proportional relationship between colorimetry and interval values.
"Color can express human emotions to a certain extent, and most great composers have already understood its mystery."
"They are good at using different color tones to create music, giving it specific colors to express inner emotions."
"Countless composers have created ever-changing color combinations in 24 major and minor keys."
"Countless performers have dismembered and recombined these changes through specific instruments and techniques."
"In the end, a classic that has been handed down shines in the eyes of a thousand Hamlets."
The woman suddenly stopped while she was talking, and her voice changed, "Thank you, this is the first time I have heard the third movement of Pale Pathétique."
Before Qin Jian could react, the woman laughed again.
"So my fourth question, is this what you want to express?"
Pale.
There seems to be a trace of this feeling, but is this the transmission of my own subjective consciousness?
Putting aside the focus and guidance, what are you thinking about during the performance?
Fingers, wrists, strength, worship value, bite...
Qin Jian is not sure about whether there is color or not.
If color in music is another way of expressing emotions, then...
Beep beep beep beep, a bell rang.
"Okay, get out of class is over."
"Ah?" Qin Jian didn't react for a moment, "Is get out of class over now?"
Looking up again, the woman put down her phone and took out a notebook from somewhere.
"This last question is your homework for today, and we will continue tomorrow."
"And then you have to help me with a few favors. This is what your sister promised me."
The woman pointed to a pink lacquered upright piano in the corner.
"Follow what I said and you go play it."
…
"are you hungry?"
"Not hungry."
"Then continue, can the bass range just now be made louder?"
"No, the tension isn't enough. I'm afraid I'll break the keys if I apply too much force."
…
"The sound is too sharp. What are you playing?"
"Then I'll try again."
…
"Why is the word "re" in the third group of small characters lowered by 30 cents?"
"I don't know that either..."
"Sorry, sorry, I forgot it was a problem with the strings. You continue. For this group of notes, you have to double the touch force. Use your fingertips instead of your fingertips."
"ok."
…
"Thanks for your hard work."
As the woman closed her work notes, Qin Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He really didn't regard himself as an outsider. After being ordered around, Qin Jian felt that he had lost weight.
For three hours, I kept wandering between several pianos without a break.
However, during the whole process, Qin Jian also witnessed the horror of a top piano tuner.
An ear that is comparable to a tuner, with absolute pitch that is a breeze.
To judge the sound reflected by soundboards made of different materials, hammers in different sound zones are carved and polished.
A piano that was originally an ordinary piano in his hands, after being adjusted by the other party, Qin Jian felt that the quality of the instrument was two or three levels higher when he handled it again.
All this made Qin Jian feel novel and full of awe.
It’s no wonder that each of the world’s top pianists has his or her own dedicated piano technician.
"Teacher Liao, um, I have a friend whose piano needs to be tuned. How much would it cost if I asked you to tune it?" Qin Jian thought about his SK-5.
"your friend?"
"Uh, yes."
Qin Jian was thinking about his sk-5.
"What piano?"
"sk-5."
"kawai."
The woman wrote the last stroke in the notebook, raised her head, and showed a charming smile to Qin Jian.