Chapter 85 Two kinds of racing that are not warm-up staged
Qin Jian stopped and turned around slightly.
Appearing at the door of the hall was a tall girl wearing a white cotton coat and straight jeans.
Under the short brown hair that was somewhat messy in the wind, there was a cold face with clear facial lines. Although it was a little red from the cold, it still gave people a sense of alienation.
I don’t know what expression a face like this would have when playing the piano.
Qin Jian turned around and continued walking towards the classroom on the second floor.
As soon as you enter the door, two identical kawai grand pianos are waiting quietly, one on the left and one on the right. The surrounding walls are tightly covered with soundproof panels.
No wonder it's three hundred and one hours. This hardware configuration and fully soundproof environment are worth the price.
After putting down his backpack and taking off his coat, Qin Jian took out his notebook from his bag, sat down in front of the piano outside, and carefully read through the records of "Piano Concerto No. 1 in F minor".
At the same time, I tried my best to explore all the possibilities in my mind about the fourth movement of "Piano Concerto No. 1 in F minor", including the colors mentioned by Liao Linjun, and Uncle Che's very personal playing style.
As Qin Jian's pre-determined first-round entry, the fourth movement Presto of "Piano Sonata No. 1 in F minor" really shouldn't appear in this round of competition.
In general professional group piano competitions, when there are no repertoire restrictions, contestants usually choose some difficult etudes in the first round, such as works from the etude collections of Chopin and Liszt.
In this way, you can show your basic skills and playing skills to the judges.
However, based on the actual situation, I no longer have the above option.
And if we want to make this Presto movement, which does not have many highlights, stand out from many large-scale super technical etudes, it seems that we can only highlight the "presto" in the urgent version.
Qin Jian wasn't sure whether his idea was correct, but he could only give it a try. After all, he still had the Space Music Collection and Focus Guidance at hand.
After sorting out his thoughts, Qin Jian turned on the stopwatch on his phone.
Putting his hands on the keyboard, his mind once again reviewed the stupid mistakes he shouldn't have made.
Turning on the focus guidance, Qin Jian started to move his hands as his body leaned forward slightly.
The sound from the piano soundboard hits the soundproofing cotton around the room and is eaten up instantly, which also makes the sound in the entire piano room cleaner.
Feeling the clarity, Qin Jian's fingers regularly reproduced the music score in his mind, including the expression of priority under each note.
Especially when it comes to phrases that can easily cause the whole song to slow down or break up, he is even more focused.
Soon, a complete presto ended.
Press the stopwatch as soon as possible.
"00:05:37."
Looking at the row of numbers on his phone, Qin Jian took a note and wrote it down.
Then he rubbed his hands and stretched out his bandaged palms.
Stopwatch reset.
continue.
A new round of competition begins again.
…
Two hours later.
"00:05:07"
Qin Jian sighed and took notes to write down the last data.
"This is probably the limit of speed that can be achieved today."
I stood up and moved my somewhat stiff body, opened Penguin and checked to see if there was any new information, but I didn't find anything valuable.
Except for the red dot popping up again in the address book.
After clicking on the other party's information, Qin Jian did not find any useful clues.
"But I'll give you a chance with this dog-headed avatar."
pass.
At 12:35, Qin Jian dressed up and left the piano room.
It was less than 5 minutes after Qin Jian left.
The piano room door was pushed open again, and a girl wearing a white cotton coat walked in.
After the girl entered the door, she calmly took off her backpack.
After looking at the two pianos on the left and right, I thought for a moment and chose the one near the door.
He walked slowly to the piano and sat down.
"Piano Concerto No. 1 in F minor?"
"Presto?"
Looking at the notebooks spread out on the piano music stand, a trace of novelty flashed across his cold brows.
"Crawly handwriting."
However, regarding the content inside, the girl still turned her head and continued reading with great interest.
"5:37, not fast enough."
"Raise the ring finger of your left hand, raise it, raise it, raise it, 5:24."
"5:17, the right hand is slightly stiff when running, please relax."
"5:14, hurry up, hurry up, if you want to eat roast duck, come on."
…..
"5:07, call it a day."
Gone.
When you see the last item, the last punctuation mark of the entire page ends.
"We finished work in 5 minutes and 7 seconds, so we were in such a hurry to eat roast duck that we even forgot to take the food?"
The girl smiled, winked, and took off her cotton-padded jacket.
After running through several sets of arpeggios with both hands, my eyes scanned the writing of 5:07 again.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out his cell phone and turned on the stopwatch.
Timekeeping begins.
When the stopwatch reaches ten seconds.
Ten slender fingers jumped on the keys.
The fourth movement of "Piano Sonata No. 1 in F minor" sounded again in this piano room.
The playing style is completely different from Qin Jian's, the delicate timbre processing and the overall relatively weak volume place the music in a relatively calm atmosphere, but the occasional sudden bursts of strong sounds are a good way to control the intensity.
The contrast between strong and weak is reflected, and the tension is just right.
After one repetition, the girl paused the stopwatch.
"05:31, the gap is so big?"
The girl's questioning voice was still so cold.
continue.
…
On the other side, classmate Qin Jian, who had no idea that the 'little secret' in the book had been spied on, had packed up a roast duck at a street roast duck restaurant and returned to the hotel.
On the way back, we could gradually see some people of the same age walking around this area carrying or carrying various kinds of toys.
Combining the time, place and events, Qin Jian naturally thought that at least some of these people, like himself, were rushing to participate in the competition.
"Hey, there are three competition places in one region, and I still don't even know who my teammates are."
Although the types of musical instruments are different, there is still a basic sense of honor to represent a region in the competition.
In the evening, I saw if I could find a place nearby to get some information about the competition. Apart from a few words of advice from Liao Linjun, I knew nothing about the rest.
After eating the last burrito, Qin Jian took off his shirt, revealing his strong half body.
Take a shower and take a lunch break.
…
In a private room decorated with elegant antiques, a group of men and women with good looks and temperament were sitting around a large round table around an old lady with half gray hair.
"Teacher, don't worry, I have arranged all the accommodation and training venue issues during the period," a middle-aged man with a calm face sitting on the left hand side of the old man said respectfully to the old man.
"Thank you, Boren. In terms of seniority, you are also the senior brother of this big table. I'm just here to meet some old friends. You can worry more about the rest of the game," the old man said.
He glanced around, and finally his eyes fell on the face of He Jing on the right, and asked curiously, "Hey, Xiao Jingzi, where is your student? Why didn't you see it?"
At the old man's question, everyone's eyes turned to He Jing's face.
Even He Jing was a little surprised by the old man's question, and quickly responded with a smile: "Teacher, let's just eat and don't worry about him."
"You kid, you have an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks. Why don't you bring him here?" The old man's tone at this time did not sound like the dean of a music conservatory. He was just an ordinary old man. "I also wanted to
Let’s see what the revolutionary little guy is like.”
He Jing didn't know what to answer for a while.
Zhou Boren on the side quickly stood up to smooth things over, "Teacher, don't worry, since you are junior sister's student, you are also one of our own. You will see her when the competition starts in two days."
With that said, Zhou Boren stood up with his wine glass and looked around, "Let me tell the dean again, we are still representing Haishi Music Union College in this competition. Friendship comes first and competition comes second."
That’s right, but each of our contestants must strive for the glory that belongs to me as much as possible, and I also ask every team leader to do their own job well, and during this period, we will cooperate with our contestants to strive for the ranking.”
“Finally, I wish our players every success.
"cheers."
"cheers."
"come on!"
"Haiyuan is invincible!"
With Zhou Boren's "cheers", the scene became extremely lively. Except for the old man, everyone sitting there stood up and picked up their wine glasses.
After the toast, everyone started using their chopsticks.
Only a girl with long hair wearing a baseball cap put down her wine glass and put on her headphones again, and picked up her mobile phone with her right hand.
A video was playing on the screen of the girl's mobile phone. In the blurry picture, only a figure could be seen vaguely waving his arms in front of the piano.
"revolution."
"Don't let me down either."
The girl's left hand swings rapidly and rhythmically on her raised thigh, as if it wants to exceed the speed of the music in the video.
When the fingers are beating, the speed is very fast, like a magician's tricks.