The first movement ends in an atmosphere full of ancient Greek tragedy.

Fang Xiaoyu paused lightly and began to adjust the breathing rhythm of the next movement.

The inside and outside of the examination room, which was separated by a door, became quiet as she stopped.

Qin Jian leaned on the radiator in the corridor, his hands on his chest, motionless as if he was distracted.

His mouth counted silently.

At the moment when his eyelashes blinked, the piano in the examination room rang out in unison.

The second movement, like a song's adagio.

The melody is different from the golden depth that Qin Jian played, and the sea breeze flowing out from Fang Xiaoyu's fingertips was like an afternoon sea breeze, giving people a skin-friendly sense of comfort, and at the same time, it was also mixed with the whispers of a girl.

"Precise weak control. ”

On the judges' bench, a middle-aged examiner's inner activity at the moment.

...

"If the picture in your mind is a sea of calm waves... You need to express the muted tone with a lightness... Let the performance be like the water vapor floating on the surface of the sea... Create a sense of anticipation for the audience..."

This is the fourth video class one afternoon, Qin Jian gave Fang Xiaoyu's advice.

It's just that the girl has never seen the sea, and she can only feel it with her imagination.

She feels that the sea is gentle and nature is friendly.

Just like her performance at this time, there are no complex emotions in the world, just like nature.

One or two mottled noises not only do not attenuate the pure atmosphere created by the music as a whole, but more realistically reflect the dynamic beauty of nature.

In the teaching of this work, especially in the second movement, Qin Jian does not have the slightest personal subjective emotion.

Sorrow for him, Czerny, Beethoven, and his father.

These are what he thinks, feels and realizes after experiencing it himself, and this kind of inner emotional activity that belongs to a living individual is extremely heavy.

This kind of heaviness is difficult to interpret for an ignorant girl, and it will probably backfire if it is imposed on the other party.

So from a certain point of view, Qin Jian can be regarded as a good piano teacher, and he guides the other party to use a more subtle technique to make this picture clear and concrete through Fang Xiaoyu's own imaginary picture from the music.

Fang Xiaoyu never disappointed him.

This time too.

At this moment, Qin Jian was like a pure appreciator, listening to this performance.

In today's second movement, Qin Jian heard some other flavors.

The gentle music is full of a girl's yearning for the infinite unknown, and each solid chord is like her strength to move forward.

Ultimately.

The notes are like a page of boats disappearing at the end of the sea.

"Vivid expression. ”

The music fell silent again.

"You did it. ”

Qin Jian felt a little happy for Fang Xiaoyu.

...

The third movement begins one after the other.

The fast, lively melody beats like a dance.

Qin Jian regained his previous calmness.

For Fang Xiaoyu's third movement, he has full confidence.

Because every phrase and performance of Fang Xiaoyu's third movement has been corrected by him one tone at a time.

He doesn't force emotions about music, but he controls the strength of his fingers more harshly than any teacher.

As his student, he would never allow any problems on stage with poor finger control.

Half-tone difference is not good.

...

Fortunately, after a month of painful cultivation, Fang Xiaoyu finally met Qin Jian's requirements for the third movement of Pathos.

She will never forget Qin Jian's loud reprimand after she didn't control the volume well, after which Qin Jian told her a sentence - "The dynamics should be in harmony with the space of the sound being held, just like the relationship between a liquid and a container." ”

In her later practice, this aphorism-like sentence has always been like a spur in her ears.

This is true until this moment.

As the end came, the music grew bigger and bigger, and she kept prompting her fingers.

"Dynamics. ”

"Dynamics. ”

The galloping music was at an end, and the veins in the girl's hands were getting bulging more and more.

Ignoring the sweat particles left on his chin, Fang Xiaoyu finally broke out at the last moment.

With his arms raised high and falling sharply, in a declarative and firm tone, with the momentum of a torrential rain, a series of descending notes were suddenly played.

A gap of moments.

"Wow !!————"

Finally, the music is brought to a perfect end with an all-out chord.

...

Slowly, she stood up.

"Woohoohoo————"

Fang Xiaoyu's chest rose and fell as he looked at the seven judges with different expressions under the stage, his throat stirring up and down.

This moment gave him a sense of unreality.

Another moment.

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and a few strands of her bangs stuck to her forehead.

"Thank you, judges. ”

Stroke your chest and bow.

That's when it happened.

A calm applause suddenly rang out in the quiet hall.

Fang Xiaoyu looked up in surprise, only to see that the one sitting in the middle of the seven judges was raising his hand and clapping.

The applause continued, right in her ears.

There was nothing, but the applause that didn't seem to be abrupt just made her nose sore.

She knew that she had lived up to her master's expectations.

This applause is a kind of recognition, a thing that can make Mom and Dad happy for several days, and it is also a signal that you are one step closer to your dream.

But she just couldn't help it.

"Can't cry!"

In an instant, the girl bowed again.

A second round of applause rang out

...

...

With the end of applause and bowing, Fang Xiaoyu also completely ended her art examination journey.

It's just that no one knows if the corner of the strong girl's eyes spilled a tear at the last moment when she lowered her head.

Yes or no.

Probably in the story.

...

The next day at noon.

Outside Yanjing West Railway Station.

The four of them walked towards the entrance of the station.

"Teacher Qin, you must tell us when you go back to Yangcheng!" Shi Yue said and looked to the side, laughing and said, "Senior Brother Chen, come along, I'll ask my mother to invite you to a big dinner." ”

Chen Tangjie laughed, "Thank you for the meal, but I'm afraid there will be no time for the Chinese New Year this year, and I will definitely go if I have the opportunity in the future." After a few days of getting along, the two cheerful and lively Yangcheng girls also left a deep impression on him.

"Okay, you must come if you have a chance!"

"It must be certain, I heard that you have a lot of delicious food in Yangcheng. ”

"That's a must, listen to me tell you..."

The two on the side laughed.

Fang Xiaoyu followed Qin Jian's left side: "Master, will you go back to Yangcheng for the Chinese New Year this year?"

"Back. ”

Qin Jian's answer made the girl smile happily, "Then tell me when the time comes, I'll go to give you a New Year's greeting!"

"Good. ”

“yeah。 ”

...

As the figures of the two girls disappeared at the entrance of the station, Chen Tangjie patted Qin Jian's shoulder: "Let's go, Teacher Qin-"

"I've worked hard for you these past few days, Tang Jie. ”

On the way back, Qin Jian said that he would invite the other party to dinner in the evening.

"It's free today, it's not convenient to drive, let's get together in a few days." ”

"Everyone?" Qin Jian grabbed a sensitive word.

Chen Tangjie's fingers holding the steering wheel jumped, and then raised the corners of his mouth.

"Zheng Feng called me yesterday, and he will be there at the end of the month. ”

With one foot on the accelerator, the black Volkswagen Phaeton drove onto the elevated road.