One opens and one closes.

In slow motion.

Qin Jian lifted his shoulders lightly, and with the momentum of leaning his body forward, he raised his forearm to a distance of about a match from the keyboard.

The moment his left hand, wrapped in a white bandage, opened, his wrist fell diagonally downward at a strange angle.

A little thumb that touched the atmosphere of the entire hall smashed straight towards a horizontal black and white staggered one.

The moment when the fingers touch the keys.

The hammer pushed by the action landed gently on a golden string.

A 'bang' came out of the piano castanets, waking up the whole hall————

The atmosphere on the stage seemed to be no longer steaming.

In front of the piano, the young man pointed down and raised his hand with indescribable ease.

The capsule was flicked with a perfect weak play.

A group of broken chords of the main chord in F minor followed, and the impact of hard lines carved Beethoven's characteristic struggle in an instant.

Weak but not weak, fast but not urgent.

The six notes that took the lead in breaking the silence jumped out precisely one by one according to a strict sound.

Immediately afterwards, the right hand joined in the play.

Short and powerful chords are closely aligned with the sustained triplets of the left hand, and the strength and weakness of the chords move the music forward.

It's too fast.

The ears of the audience heard the fourth movement so rapid again, even faster than the previous performance of the girl in the white dress.

But unlike the former, the fast and dense triplet at this time has traces under the extremely fast running of the young man's left hand.

Each set of adjacent triplets is connected by a coherent logic.

From weak to strong, then weak to strong.

The force of each key touch is as if it has been calculated, no more, no less.

"Is this guy a computer?" puzzled a white tuxedo in the audience.

[Worship value +1 from Feng Ziyan]

[Worship value +3 from Feng Ziyan]

Qin Jian had long been accustomed to the appearance of these words, but there was still some surprise that the first person to be moved was this Feng Xiaopang.

Fat people are really honest.

...

The music gradually unfolded, and the melody that walked over the Golden Hall was no longer limited to the change of speed and slowness.

The stormy sound flow in the alternation of high and low brought a strong sense of oppression to the audience.

"The first theme is complete. ”

Qin Jian listened hard to the echoes of the concert hall on the stage, and then the movements of his body gradually began to change.

The upper body, which is no longer leaning forward, stretches slightly, and the whole shoulder slowly sinks.

The only thing that hasn't changed here is the expression, and the constant presence of the subordinate voice under his left hand.

The ephemeral sense of oppression disappears with the modulation of the melody, and the music eases slightly.

Qin Jian raised his head slightly.

Under the warm light, his eyes seemed to be a little hollow, and compared to the dynamic beating under his ten fingers, there was no expression on his whole face.

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.

It's clear to people.

What's even more breathtaking is that under this blistering speed.

Beethoven's strong appeal and inner conflict are portrayed appropriately.

"Precise scale. ”

"This kid's teacher is an amazing person. ”

"Listen, here we go again. ”

This dialogue from the last row of the judges' bench was instantly eaten by the music.

The secondary part of the melody emerges, and the low, dense triplet swells again.

In the triple of the left hand octave and the right hand are synchronized, the two to three are unequal and staggered, and the fluctuating rhythm makes the musical tension explode.

In terms of the temporal dimension, music is asymmetrical, and great composers can only move melodies in one direction.

Therefore, when a player encounters this kind of musical style that relies on proportion, he must find a way to correct it.

And the sense of time orientation is a subtle adjustment to this balance.

As for this perfect symmetry, in Qin Jian's mind, Uncle Che had already demonstrated it countless times.

"The deputy ministry is over. ”

Qin Jian is accustomed to this, but not every contestant has had this kind of experience.

The two-on-three technique is not difficult, but how to translate it into a musical language is another course.

"Rarity, this game can't be compared, it's just Fang Zongyao Zhao Yinuo Feng Ziyan, where did this pervert come from?"

Chi Rui looked at the figure on the stage and didn't pay attention to the words beside him.

Her problem is more complex.

For example, why did this suspicious person appear on two completely different stages in two different capacities.

And compared with the chaotic red on the stage of the bustling alley, the F minor key at this time is too cold, like two different faces playing.

It's obviously a person, but the girl can be sure that her brother will be interested in this news.

On the stage, Qin Jian's palms were already sweating.

This kind of performance is too physically demanding, but in terms of results, it is not bad.

After the state of focus guidance was turned on, Qin Jian tried to devote all his attention to the score at the beginning.

Before I knew it, the score I had memorized in the coffee table piano hall and the score in the sonata collection overlapped.

The framing structure of the entire fourth movement is clearer than ever before.

Qin Jian's stabilization technique precipitated after a lot of repeated practice came into play at this time, and he hardly needed to pay attention to his fingers, and he could calmly deal with the structure of the work that had been clearly defined.

For the first round, Qin Jian's tactics were simple.

In addition to ensuring the stylistic elements of the music itself, the seriousness, rationality and humanistic depth of the German-Austrian works are presented in place as much as possible.

The connection between the organization of the work must be meticulous down to the time value and expression of each note.

Even limbs.

Music can be natural, but the performance must be designed.

So when the music on the stage became tense and dense again, it was imperceptible that Qin Jian's whole person once again showed a forward trend.

New musical materials appeared, but the dynamics of the chords expanded.

Qin Jian mobilized all the muscles of his body, and the shoulders, arms, and elbows opened the final drive between each other.

The atmosphere of the concert hall reunited to a finger on the stage.

The triplet came again, with a wail to the first theme, no longer so precise.

Qin Jian's mood also fluctuated slightly.

Faster and faster, right on the last edge of the melody getting out of hand.

The whole audience was holding their breath at this moment.

Wow————

A set of powerful chords burst out, smashing the maximum decibel of the entire arena.

In everyone's stunned expressions, Qin Jian got up with the power of smashing his arms.

At the end of the hall, while the castanets were still in the strings, he held on to the slightly trembling surface.

A trembling bow.

The moment he raised his head again, Qin Jian's smile returned.

It's like before going on stage.

It's just that fine beads of sweat have soaked his eyelashes.

Under the warm light, he couldn't see the audience even more clearly.

But Qin Jian was sure that his handling in the last measure was due to the call of some distant voice.

Perhaps not even Czerny had ever grasped the call on the second floor of the mysterious attic.

At that moment.

That short, swarthy and stubborn man just wanted to break free from the shackles of fate.

And Qin Jian just wanted to use the most powerful blow to help him break it.

A round of applause came from the farthest distance from the stage.

Paddle through the field.