Chapter Ninety-Seven: A Call From Afar Beyond the Stage
One opening and one closing.
In slow motion.
Qin Jian lightly lifted his shoulders, and in conjunction with his body leaning forward, he raised his forearms to a distance of about a match from the keyboard.
His left hand, wrapped in a white bandage, opened and his wrist fell diagonally downward at a strange angle.
A little finger that affected the atmosphere of the entire hall just hit a horizontal black and white intersection.
The moment your fingers touch the keys.
The hammer pushed by the action gently landed on a golden string.
A sound of '' came out from the piano soundboard, waking up the entire hall
The atmosphere on the stage seemed to be no longer steaming.
In front of the piano, the young man's movements of pointing and raising his hands were indescribably smooth.
Accompanied by a perfect pianissimo, the note sounded.
A set of decomposed chords of the F minor main chord followed one after another, and the impact of the hard lines instantly carved out Beethoven's unique struggle.
Weak but not weak, fast but not anxious.
The six notes that were the first to break the silence jumped out one by one accurately according to a strict sound.
Immediately afterwards, the right hand joined in the performance.
The short and powerful chords are in close counterpoint with the continuous triplet in the left hand, driving the music forward with consistent strength and weakness.
too fast.
The ears in the audience heard such a fast fourth movement again, even faster than the previous performance of the girl in the white dress.
But it was different from the former. At this time, the fast and dense triplets had traces under the extremely fast running of the young left hand.
There is a strict logic between each group of adjacent triplets.
From weak to strong, then weak to strong.
The force of each keystroke seems to be calculated, no more, no less, just right.
"Is this guy a computer?" asked someone in a white tuxedo in the audience.
[Admiration value from Feng Ziyan +1]
[Worship value from Feng Ziyan +3]
Qin Jian has long been accustomed to the appearance of these words, but he is still a little surprised that the first person to be moved is this Feng Xiaopang.
Fat people are indeed honest.
The music gradually unfolded, and the melody flying over the golden hall was no longer limited to changes in speed, speed, strength.
The alternating high and low sounds brought a strong sense of oppression to the audience.
"The first theme is completed."
Qin Jian tried hard to listen to the echoes on the stage in the concert hall, and his body movements gradually began to change.
The upper body that no longer leans forward slightly stretches, and the entire shoulders slowly sink.
The only things that didn't change here were his expression and the continuous presence of the dominant sound under his left hand.
The brief sense of oppression disappeared with the modulation of the melody, and the music relaxed slightly.
Qin Jian raised his head slightly.
Under the warm light, his eyes seemed a little hollow, and compared to the dynamic beating under his fingers, his entire face had no expression.
The mood of the music doesn't seem to be in his state.
But every detail of his syntactic performance is like being under a microscope.
Let people see clearly.
What's even more breathtaking is that under such extremely fast playing.
Beethoven's strong appeal and inner conflict are portrayed just right.
"Exact scale."
"This child's teacher is a remarkable person."
"Listen, it's here again."
This conversation from the last row of judges' seats was instantly eaten up by the music.
The secondary part of the melody emerges, and the low and dense triplet undercurrents once again.
The octave of the left hand and the triplet of the right hand are synchronously beating, and the two to three are interlaced asymmetrically. The fluctuating rhythm makes the music tense in vain.
In terms of the time dimension, music is asymmetrical, and great composers can only make the melody move in one direction.
Therefore, when performers encounter this kind of music style that relies on proportional relationships, they must find a way to correct it.
The sense of direction of time is a subtle adjustment to this balance.
As for this perfect symmetry, Uncle Che has already demonstrated it countless times in Qin Jian's mind.
"The deputy department is over."
Qin Jian is used to this, but not every contestant has had this experience.
The two-on-three technique is not difficult, but how to turn it into musical language is another course.
"Ruirui, this game is incomparable. Fang Zongyao, Zhao Yinuo and Feng Ziyan are all. Where did this pervert come from?"
Chi Rui looked at the figure on the stage and ignored the words beside him.
Her problem is more complex.
For example, why does this suspicious person appear on two completely different stages with two identities?
And compared with the chaos on the stage in the bustling alley, the F minor at this time was too cold, like two different faces playing.
She was obviously alone, but the girl was certain that her brother would be interested in the news.
On the stage, Qin Jian's palms were already sweating.
This kind of performance consumes too much physical energy, but from the perspective of the effect, it is not bad.
After turning on the focused guidance state, Qin Jian tried to devote all his attention to the music score from the beginning.
Unconsciously during the performance, the scores memorized in the coffee table piano room and the scores in the sonata collection overlapped.
The framework of the entire fourth movement has never been clearer.
Qin Jian's stable technique accumulated through extensive repeated practice came into play at this time. He hardly needed to pay attention to his fingers and could calmly handle the clear structure of the work.
For the first round, Qin Jian's tactics were simple.
In addition to ensuring the stylistic elements of the music itself, it also tries its best to present the serious rationality and humanistic richness of German and Austrian works.
The connection between the organization of the work must be as detailed as the timing and expression of each note.
Even limbs.
Music can be natural, but performance must be designed.
So when the music on the stage became tense and dense again, Qin Jian's whole person showed a forward trend again, which was not easy to detect.
New musical materials appear, and the intensity of chords expands.
Qin Jian mobilized all the muscles in his body, and his shoulders, arms, and elbows started the final drive with each other.
The atmosphere of the concert hall once again focused on a certain finger on the stage.
That triplet came again, with the wailing of the first theme, no longer so precise.
Qin Jian's mood also fluctuated slightly.
Getting faster and faster, just when the melody is on the verge of losing control.
The entire audience's breath was held at this moment.
A set of powerful chords burst out suddenly, hitting the highest decibel level in the entire venue.
Amid everyone's stunned expressions, Qin Jian stood up with the help of his arms.
When the final notes of the hall were still lingering in the soundboard strings, I held on to the slightly trembling piano surface.
He bowed tremblingly.
The moment he raised his head again, Qin Jian's smile returned.
Just like before going on stage.
Only fine beads of sweat had soaked his eyelashes.
Under the warm lamp, he couldn't see clearly even more clearly.
But Qin Jian is convinced that what he did in the last section stems from the call of a distant voice.
Perhaps it was a call that even Czerny had never heard in that mysterious second floor of the attic.
at that moment.
The dark and stubborn short man just wanted to break free from the shackles of fate.
Qin Jian, on the other hand, just wanted to use the most powerful blow to help him break it.
A burst of applause came from the farthest distance from the stage.