"Debussy's Piano Etude No. 11. ”

"Instructor, Wu Qing. ”

As soon as the girl sat down, a chic figure jumped up like a ball that had been off the ground for less than a second.

This has to make everyone look here again.

occupies the position of nearly two seats, and will be wearing a delicate white dress, which is extremely round...

"Flutter.."

"Ahem.."

Someone couldn't help it again.

Regarding Feng Ziyan, judging from the year, there should not be too many people familiar with it.

Even in the area code link just now, Qin Jian was shocked

"I didn't expect this product to be a fat man before. ”

Looking at the light and flexible teenagers, Qin Jian easily remembered someone again in his heart.

...

“Debussy!”

The innate enthusiasm and curiosity of foreign artists have injected a new and mysterious atmosphere into the arena that exudes residual heat left by the ghost fire.

They have never seen such a competition, there is a classicist Mobe, there is a romantic Xiao Li, and now there is a originator of impressionism?

Three periods of smash brawl?

This is too new for them.

Following Chopin Liszt, Debussy's piano etudes are also epoch-making.

As the eleventh song, "Composed for Compound Arpeggios", it is the product of Uncle De's brainstorming to explore the possibilities of arpeggiation technology in musical expression.

What kind of sparks can this work, which should be smart, dreamy, and ever-changing, rub with the round boy in front of the piano at this time?

It's an absolute attraction.

Under the expectant gaze of all.

The boy moved.

The twisted buttocks seemed to be uncomfortable enough to sit, and the raised arms suddenly moved to the sides of the piano bench and shook back vigorously twice.

Then after adjusting his sitting position again, he turned his head and nodded apologetically to the audience, although the expression on his face was indescribably funny.

In the atmosphere of faint joy in the audience, the music began.

The round boy swayed back slightly with his waist as the center, raised his right hand, and left a string of hazy clouds in the high register of the entire keyboard.

The jumping intervals form a surround chord note, which, when played by a pair of fleshy hands, injects a sense of erratic dissociation into the human hearing.

Gradually, a special language belonging to the Impressionist school wandered over the grand piano castanets.

At this moment, there is not the slightest trace of the long and euphemistic singing of romantic music in the whole hall.

Instead, the auditory nerves that occupy the whole person are incoherent trivialities.

Qin Jian's contact with the impressionist works is relatively limited, but it can still be roughly distinguished from the musical vocabulary in rhythm, color and texture, which is naturally very different from the classical Romantic period.

To describe it with ancient Chinese paintings, pay attention to artistic conception.

This little fat man is not very old, but the music has spirituality, which is not simple.

What is even more rare is that the scattered form of the song is better expressed in the spatial structure and layout of the work.

This is especially important for the Impressionists.

"The existence of Yanjing twin stars that can be rated by the outside world is really unusual, and this music layout alone is already too far ahead of the vast majority of contestants. ”

The music on stage is always indifferent, without ups and downs, without fluctuations, like a painting with no shadows and outlines, only spots scattered all over it.

But with a little attention, these colorful spots will converge like seven colors of light, giving an unimaginable effect.

"The virtuoso of the future, he has already occupied a place. ”

In the last row of judges' seats, comments rang out again, and the shriveled sound did not spoil the beauty of the musical harmony, and it was just enough to reach the two pairs of ears on his side.

A short etude of eleventh.

Begins in the haze, ends in the dream, and bends gracefully.

The picture is beautiful.

"Sounds good. ”

Qin Jian hid in the seat room and applauded with everyone.

After seeing Zhao Yinuo's terrifying technology, Feng Ziyan's musical brain, and seeing all kinds of amazing moments in the half, Qin Jian felt that he had gained enough from this trip so far.

"Half time. ”

The fifteen-minute break is reserved for the judges and the contestants.

......

Furthermore.

The competitions in all the arenas are in full swing.

Located in the east of Yanjing City, the Capital Symphony Hall is the second main venue of the Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition.

At this time, the ornate stage of the main hall was filled with Bach's solemn boards, Chrysler's recitatives, and Paganini's capriccios.

The show-off battle is being staged in turn.

The auditorium under the stage here is bright.

Make people see every player in the table at a glance.

At a glance, most of the contestants did not hold musical instruments in their arms, but held things like warm babies, constantly providing heat to their hands and hands.

The expressions of nervousness or curiosity on the faces of the contestants are no different from those in most arenas, except on the judges' bench.

There is only one row of 14 judges' seats.

On stage, Iszai's a cappella sonata No. 3 was pulled down with the last bow, and the audience burst into applause.

At this moment, a thin figure was remembered by the audience.

On the judges' bench, all the judges looked at the score sheet of the contestants and were all curious.

"Who is this child's teacher?"

"There is not even a selection unit. ”

...

Every stage is playing out a variety of interesting scenes.

There are players who have been given high expectations before the game because of their abnormal performances, and there are also new looks that have never appeared in the public eye.

Everyone is doing their best.

All the games are in order.

On the stage of the piano arena, the competition has long since restarted.

The eighteenth player had returned to his place under the applause, and judging by his relaxed expression and straight pace, he was still very satisfied with the performance he had just played.

"The nineteenth player to appear - Duan Ran"

The announcer's voice paused visibly.

"She will bring the following tracks"

"Beethoven's first sonata in F minor, fourth movement, the most abrupt board. ”

"Instructor, Shen Qingci. ”

The audience was in an uproar!

If a player who did not choose a unit just made people feel a slight difference, then the three words of Shen Qingci definitely shocked all the contestants present.

Like most of the contestants present, Qin Jian's examination tutorials used as a child were all written by the editor-in-chief of the three-character name.

However, that's definitely not the point.

His legendary story at the 10th Chopin International Piano Competition is well known in the circle.

Starting from the overseas trials, he destroyed the ancient and decayed all the way, and crushed to the finals with an absolute attitude.

A pair of hands full of magic have reproduced one legend after another belonging to the spirit of Bolan.

When the whole world thought that this genius from China was going to pick the last laurel that symbolized the most honorable laurel in the piano world.

But he was gone.

Few people know what happened, and even less know where this young man, who was named a genius, went to him.

It seems that with the end of that Xiao Sai, his name has been completely hidden.

Qin Jian had just heard He Jing tell some stories that were too famous.

However, at this moment, the name of the legend actually appeared on its own arena.

Her teacher?

Qin Jian blinked, and the scene in front of him when he took the number reappeared.

At this time, the girl in the white dress who walked on the stage was still so cold, the same as the morning at the Yuefu Piano Store.

Only now, she is a student of Shen Qingci.

Sonata No. 1 in F minor?

The fourth movement?

Qin Jian's heartbeat became faster and faster.

And the girl in front of the piano has begun to adjust the distance of her piano bench.

Last on the judges' bench.

"I heard that Riegel is here too. ”

A voice that had never been there before rang out.