For most contestants, Shen Qingci is a character in the story.
But not many people realize that the distance between life and stories is often only a short aisle.
On the edge of the first row of judges' seats.
A man with a beard was lying on an armchair as if he was sleeping soundly. His slovenly clothing was incompatible with the entire concert hall.
But his cloudy eyes never seemed to leave the piano in front of the stage.
The whole place was waiting in silence.
A student of Shen Qingci, playing Beethoven.
A track that is too ordinary, and a label that is too special.
Such a combination, appearing in such an arena, is enough to be full of topics.
Qin Jian even picked his head off and never expected that he would do it in such a way.
"Bumping music..."
The girl on the stage moved.
Raise your hands and lower your fingers.
The movements are done in one go without any sloppiness.
Smooth.
This was the first reaction of every pair of ears in the audience.
A burst of triplets passed by like the wind, making people unable to notice that the accent in the melody had been lightly passed over.
Only the elegance and grandeur in the air are left, combined with the light swing of the girl in the white dress in front of the black piano.
This flow, this charm, this unique meaning have gradually made people forget that this is Beethoven's score.
The unique propositional thinking in the nature of Uncle Bei's music, which generations of German and Austrian musicians have called the process of 'character portrayal', has been diluted in this smooth and smooth way.
But.
When Beethoven's inner tension is no longer triggered by details, does Beethoven still have the serious rationality of the German-Austrian school?
In other words, when Chopin's singing is no longer noble and elegant, and when Liszt's melody and harmony no longer need color to dominate, is this Xiao Li still Xiao Li?
Obviously, there is no contestant seat for this question, at least not among the majority.
However, controlling the style of the contestants' repertoire has always been one of the rigid criteria for scoring in various piano competitions.
This is even more true when a competition is named after a musician from the history of music.
The playing style displayed by the player not only represents the understanding and understanding of the composer, but also means whether the teacher behind him is 'excellent' enough.
But in recent years, some other voices have also appeared, such as "the consequences of restrictions are lifelong" and "great teachers will not impose playing methods on students".
Debates in academic circles are always exciting, and once a dispute breaks out, it gets out of hand.
However, the girl on the field did not think so much and just played her Piano Sonata No. 1 in F minor according to her own ideas.
This kind of performance has won the appreciation of various foreign judges. A score of 98 and a score of 97.5 have been respectively scored under Duan Ran's name.
However, more judges still don't like to be surprised. Between normal performance and originality, they often won't choose the latter.
Especially someone's student.
Soon, along with a set of light melodies, the judges also completed their scoring.
The applause from the audience was not intensive.
The mediocre performance really made most of the contestants feel a little disappointed, or they had too high expectations for Shen Qingci.
Qin Jian did not applaud, but just stared at the stage blankly, recalling the fourth movement played by Duan Ran over and over in his mind.
He didn't even notice that the next contestant had already taken the stage.
speed.
"Although her processing weakened the tension, the layout of the entire music was still clear, with no lack of conflicts and vivid expressions. How did she do it?"
This is Qin Jian's first question.
The second question is even more interesting. Qin Jian wanted to deny his judgment immediately, but this could only be counterproductive.
"Perhaps her feeling is also the right one?"
Qin Jian recalled a record about Beethoven's playing speed markings in a book called Classical Style.
It probably records this story: ‘Originally, a certain movement in the piano score of Uncle Pei’s trio of piano and strings “Ghost” was marked with slowness.
A young performer chose to play twice as fast as the posted speed during a concert, and received serious protests off the stage.
It was not until the past two decades that everyone gradually realized that the slowness indicated by Mr. Pei was probably much faster than what we perceived.'
At this moment, judging from the atmosphere at the scene, it seems that this extremely fast handling method is not favored by everyone.
The final question also arises
This made Qin Jian a little troubled.
"My speed seems to be faster than hers."
Touching his left hand, Qin Jian began to have trouble, and his slightly anxious eyes swept over the young man on the stage.
Just like that, the left hand of the young man on the stage slipped directly, and the melody, which was no longer elegant, rolled and crawled through the last few bars.
Belongs to the title of Chopin's etude 'Gyro'.
Cut out the track with a beautiful drift.
Unfortunately.
The first car accident scene of this round appeared.
Qin Jian:…
This is a sad story, no one can laugh out loud.
And the warm applause brought a successful conclusion at the end of this story.
"Goodbye brother."
Looking at the frustrated young man walking off the stage.
After clearing all thoughts from his mind, Qin Jian started to move.
"Qin Jian, the 21st contestant, was recommended by the Quan Provincial Musicians Association."
He pushed off his coat, and then took off his black dress jacket.
"He will bring the following tracks."
Not wearing the tuxedo He Jing bought, Qin Jian felt that today was not his turn.
"The fourth movement of Beethoven's Sonata No. 1 in F minor, the most presto."
He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and tied the last button.
"Instructor, He Jing."
Sister, it’s my turn.
Qin Jian stood up and walked towards the stage.
It’s hard to describe what kind of pace he had, but maybe we can find clues in the fishermen on the banks of the Rhine River, Beethoven’s former residence.
Obvious.
Compared with the instructors with various auras in front of them, He Jing's name seems too ordinary.
The domestic classical piano circle is very small, but it seems too big at this time.
Except for a pair of masters and apprentices from Haishi Conservatory of Music, no one else present had heard of this name.
But that doesn't mean it was an inconsequential appearance.
Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Jian came to the center of the stage.
In fact, under the illumination of eight groups of strong warm lights, only a row of blurry shadows could be seen in the center of the stage.
After a simple bow, Qin Jian turned around and sat down in front of the piano.
After adjusting the position of the piano bench, he did not start playing immediately, but took out a clean handkerchief from his shirt pocket.
Under everyone's gaze, he slowly wiped the keys.
Then he wiped his hands carefully, folded the handkerchief and stuffed it back into his pocket.
The whole place became quieter and quieter. Only the actions of the boy in the white shirt on the stage proved that time was moving forward.
Everything seemed to be ready. Qin Jian turned to look at the huge wall painting hanging above the stage. Under the light, Beethoven's angry eyes seemed to be filled with some kind of emotion.
"Wish me luck, unknown person."
Qin Jian smiled softly, and then placed his hands firmly on the keys.
The next moment, a strong emotion burst out from in front of the piano.