() Early the next morning.

It's not dawn yet.

At seven o'clock, the two siblings left the rental house.

After having breakfast at the straw bale shop downstairs, we went back to the Bor Art School.

They started a busy day.

He Jing went to the office.

Qin Jian came to the piano room building.

As soon as you enter the door.

Faintly, the sound of the violin, singing, and flute intertwined from the staircase on the first floor.

After saying hello to Uncle Ding, Qin Jian took the key to the 308 piano room and went upstairs directly.

On an ordinary morning, nothing has changed for the Bor School of Art.

It's just that the slogan hanging on the wall has changed.

'Have you practiced today?' below the slogan – '7 days until the countdown to the provincial joint examination'

7 days later.

The unified joint examination from the province will be the first shot of the 2014 art examination war in Quanzhou Province.

“7:34。 ”

After planning the early morning plan in detail, Qin Jian put down his phone and began to warm up.

"60 minutes finger warm-up. ”

After a brief adjustment for a breath, Qin Jian put his hands on the keyboard.

Starting from the major scale, the playing begins according to Chopin's hand.

The first sound of the morning.

The crisp sound in my ears sounded instantly, bringing a touch of chill.

The scales under Chopin's position became more fluid.

It's just that for Qin Jian, this is just the beginning.

I looked at my hands intently, and I felt the rhythm between the sounds intently.

Gradually, Qin Jian entered a state of clarity.

The scale loops over and over again, only to hear faster and faster.

At this moment, Qin Jian's left hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Then the strength of the lower button of both hands quietly changed.

The coherent melody under the ten fingers suddenly seemed to be covered with a different layer of color, as if the sound of the piano was no longer just crisp and cold.

The grainy notes have become richer.

A chic listening experience, albeit just a simple musical scale.

Qin Jian's gaze showed a little surprise, and at the same time, there was a hint of doubt.

"Is this singing intensity?"

At the moment when he was distracted.

The haze of the scales suddenly disappeared.

"W-"

After dropping the last two tones, Qin Jian withdrew his hand and opened the panel.

A happy face, just a few minutes.

Under Chopin's hand position formula, the proficiency of legato has reached 53.

At this moment, Qin Jian determined that the rapid growth of proficiency was related to the special performance state just now.

And this state is faintly inseparable from new skills.

Qin Jian pondered for a moment, sorted out his thoughts, and began to practice again.

An hour later

Qin Jian rubbed his fingers, which were already hot and sore, and never entered that kind of body again.

Legato proficiency has also increased by less than four percent.

Legato 567

"Hey—"

Closing the panel, Qin Jian took out Chopin's etudes from his bag.

Turned to the Winter Wind Etude.

Taking advantage of the short break, he was about to start memorizing.

Or "Imprint." ”

After less than ten minutes, Qin Jian closed the score.

Then I went through it in my head.

Ninety-five measures, as well as the special annotation of the Collector's Edition, indicate that a note is not bad.

Open the cloud player, Qin Jian put on the headphones.

I clicked on Rubinstein's version of the performance.

"Wow-w-w, wow-———"

Quiet piano whispers slowly appeared.

It is one of the most technical and voluminous pieces of Chopin's etudes.

This piece requires a high level of speed for the player's fingers to react to the keys as they touch them.

Not only does it need to be fast and agile, but it also needs to be quite accurate.

In addition, it requires a certain amount of endurance from the fingers when running fast.

The continuous height of the right hand beating between complex notes is also one of the technical difficulties that the player has to overcome.

'It's the richest sound you can imagine. ’

The famous pianist Feng Biaoluo commented on this piece.

Pollini's performance has a map style, and Qin Jian's listening process pays special attention to the playing mood and changes under his fingers of this virtuoso who has mastered the 'free tempo'.

After listening to Pollini's performance, Qin Jian listened to all the winter winds of Chopin's masters one by one.

Ended up locking Pollini's version.

After a long time.

Qin Jian took off his headphones, began to adjust his breathing, and slowly put his hands on the keyboard.

The first bar of music in my mind also came to mind.

'et slow'

On the score, there is only one long legato line from the first to the second measure and eight simple notes from the right hand.

"P weak. ”

Qin Jian thought silently in his heart, feeling as if he was ready.

Raise the middle finger of your right hand.

The middle finger is raised by about 1 height, and then it falls down quickly.

"Wow. ”

The voice rang out.

Then, Qin Jian's index finger and middle finger took turns to strike the two '' again in the rhythm of small dots.

Qin Jian was breathing, his nerves were highly tense.

The short introduction of the winter wind is already a third of the way through.

When his index finger lifted and fell again, the ring finger scrambled to follow.

‘——f’

Two tones sounded at a weaker volume.

Mimicking Pollini's feelings, Qin Jian controlled the power of his hands.

He tried his best to make sure that each subsequent note was weaker than the last.

It's just that.

Maybe it's because the quality of the piano in front of you is limited, or maybe it's because Qin Jian's control is still poor.

The last note of the introduction did not appear ,———— weak silence that he had imagined.

Naturally, the darkness before dawn also turned into the warm sun of the afternoon.

There is no comparison.

In the end, Qin Jian's imaginary introductory performance ended in failure.

But there's nothing more normal than that.

Morning time, 9:25 a.m.

Qin Jian's Winter Wind Etude, from the first failure.

Officially entered.

Infinitely looping – failure begins.

"Winter wind, it's so hard. ”

Minutes and seconds passed.

Until 308's door was knocked again.

"Brother Jian, do you still want to eat!"

"It's half past one!!The cafeteria is closing!!"

Outside the door, a hungry flute boy squatted helplessly at the door.

13:45。

The canteen at the Bor Art School.

There was only one table left in the empty cafeteria.

Three teenagers, gathered around a small square table.

Li Qiye and Qin Jian were exchanging experiences in ear training and listening, and Zhao Yu on the side was frantically eating the lunch box in front of him.

Ten minutes later.

The three teenagers left the cafeteria.

Walking all the way to the piano building, the classmates who passed back and forth couldn't stop looking at the trio.

"Brother Jian, you are now a celebrity in our school. Li Qiye said.

When Zhao Yu heard this, he hurriedly denied the other party's point of view, "Fart, Brother Jian is obviously a celebrity in Nanshi now." ”

It's just that the person being talked about acts as if he didn't hear anything.

But the pace under his feet instantly accelerated.

Two people were left behind them, looking at each other.

"He's angry?"

Zhao Yu's face was full of doubts.

"He was shy. ”

Li Qiye pushed his glasses on the spot.