As soon as the girl sat down, a unique figure jumped up, like a ball that left the ground for less than a second.
This has to make everyone turn their attention here again.
Occupying nearly two seats, her exquisite white dress is extremely round...
"Puch..."
"cough.."
Some people couldn't bear it anymore.
Regarding Feng Ziyan, judging from the year, not many people should be familiar with it.
Even in the area code session just now, classmate Qin Jian was shocked
"I didn't expect this guy to be fat before."
Looking at the nimble young men with light steps, Qin Jian could easily think of someone again.
"debussy!"
The inherent enthusiasm and curiosity of foreign artists have injected a new mysterious atmosphere into the arena that is exuding residual heat left by the will-o'-the-wisp.
They have never seen such a competition. There is the classicist Mobei, the romantic Xiao Li, and now the originator of impressionism pops up?
Three eras of chaos?
This is too new for them.
Following Chopin and Liszt, Debussy's piano etudes are also epoch-making.
As the eleventh piece, "Composed for Compound Arpeggios" is the product of Uncle De's imagination, and was created to explore the possibilities of arpeggio technology in musical expression.
What kind of sparks can this piece of work, which is supposed to be smart, dreamy, and ever-changing, create with the chubby young man in front of the piano at this time?
This is an absolute sight to behold.
Under everyone's expectant eyes.
The boy moved.
The buttocks were twisted, as if the sitting position was not comfortable enough, and the raised arms suddenly moved to both sides of the piano bench, shaking back twice hard.
Then, after adjusting his sitting posture again, he turned his head and nodded apologetically towards the audience, although the expression on his face was indescribably funny.
With a light atmosphere of joy filling the entire venue, the music started.
The chubby boy swayed slightly backwards with his waist as the center and raised his right hand, leaving a trail of hazy light on the entire high-pitched range of the keyboard.
The jumping intervals form a surrounding chord sound. After a pair of fleshy hands cross each other to play, it injects a sense of erratic dissociation into people's hearing.
Gradually, the special language belonging to the Impressionist school of music wandered over the soundboard of the grand piano.
At this moment, there is no trace of the long and graceful singing in romantic music in the entire hall.
Instead, what occupies the entire auditory nerve is incoherent and trivial.
Qin Jian’s exposure to Impressionist works is relatively limited, but he can still roughly distinguish the musical vocabulary in terms of rhythm, color and texture, which is naturally very different from the classical romantic period.
To use Chinese ancient paintings to describe it, it pays attention to the artistic conception.
This little fat guy is not very old, but his music is spiritual. This is already very extraordinary.
What's even more rare is that Xingsan's musical form better expresses the hierarchy and logic of the work in the spatial structure layout he shows.
This is particularly important for the works of the Impressionists.
"It is indeed extraordinary to be recognized as the Yanjing Twin Stars by the outside world. The music layout alone is already far ahead of the vast majority of the contestants."
The music on the stage is always calm, with no ups and downs, no fluctuations, like a painting without shadows and outlines, only spots scattered on it.
But as long as you pay a little attention, these colorful spots will converge like seven-color light, giving people an unimaginable effect.
"He has already occupied a place as a future performer."
From the last row of judges' seats, comments came again. The dry voice would not destroy the harmonious beauty of the music, and was just enough to reach the two pairs of ears beside you.
A brief eleventh etude.
It begins in a haze, ends in a dream, and bends gracefully.
The picture is absolutely beautiful.
"Sounds good."
Qin Jian hid among the seats and applauded with everyone.
After witnessing Zhao Yinuo's terrifying skills, Feng Ziyan's musical brain, and various stunning moments during the half, Qin Jian felt that he had gained enough from his trip to the competition so far.
"Halftime is over."
A fifteen-minute break is reserved for the judges and the contestants.
…
also.
Competitions in all major venues are in full swing.
The Capital Symphony Hall, located in the east of Yanjing City, is the second main venue of the Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition.
At this time, the gorgeous stage in the main hall was filled with Bach's grandeur, Kreisler's recitatives, and Paganini's capriccio that shocked the world.
The battle of dazzling skills is taking turns.
The auditorium under the stage here is bright.
It allows people to see every player in the contestants' table at a glance.
At a glance, most of the contestants were not holding musical instruments, but holding things like baby warmers to continuously provide heat to their hands.
The nervous or curious expressions of all the contestants were the same as those in most competitions, except at the judges' table.
There are only one row of fourteen judges' seats.
On the stage, the last bow of Izay's unaccompanied Sonata No. 3 was drawn, and the audience burst into applause.
At this moment, a thin figure was remembered by the whole audience.
At the judges' table, all the judges looked at the contestants' score sheets with curiosity in their hearts.
"Who is this child's teacher?"
"There is not even a recommendation unit."
Various interesting scenes are performed on every stage.
There are players who performed poorly and were given high expectations before the game, and there are also brand-new faces who have never appeared in the public eye and take the lead.
Everyone is trying their best.
All games are proceeding in an orderly manner.
On the stage of the piano competition, the competition has already begun again.
Player No. 18 has returned to his position under the applause. Judging from his relaxed expression and straight steps, he is still very satisfied with the performance just now.
"The 19th candidate Shui Ran"
The announcer's voice obviously paused.
"She will bring the following tracks"
"Beethoven Sonata No. 1 in F minor, fourth movement, most presto."
"Instructor, Shen Qingci."
The whole place was in an uproar!
If a contestant without a recommendation unit only makes people feel a slight difference, then these three words of Shen Qingci will definitely shock all the contestants present.
Like most of the contestants present, the exam tutorials Qin Jian used when he was a child were all written by the editor with these three-character names.
However this is definitely not the point.
His legendary story at the 10th Chopin International Piano Competition is well known in the industry.
Starting from the overseas trials, he went all the way to the finals with absolute dominance.
A pair of hands full of magic recreated one legend after another belonging to Bo Lan's spiritual music.
When the whole world thought that this genius from China was going to win the last crown that symbolized the most honorable honor in the piano world.
But he disappeared.
Few people know what happened, and no one knows where this young man who was dubbed a genius went.
It seems that with the end of that Xiaoxian, his name has been completely hidden.
Qin Jian just heard He Jing tell some stories about this name.
However, at this moment, the legendary name actually appeared on his own field.
Her teacher?
Qin Jian blinked, and the scene when he took the number reappeared in front of him.
The girl in white dress who walked up to the stage at this time was still so cold and cold, exactly the same as that morning at Yuefu Piano Store.
Only now, she is Shen Qingci's student.
Sonata No. 1 in F minor?
Fourth movement?
Qin Jian's heart beat faster and faster.
The girl in front of the piano has already begun to adjust the distance of her piano bench.