"It's the last movement. ”

From the moment Qin Jian pressed the first note, his hands never stopped for a moment.

Prestissimo the most urgent plate.

After being honed over and over again, the re-developed muscle memory habit does not need to rely on any help.

Fast.

Steady.

Permit.

In 2/2 time, the final movement of the sonata, every note is imbued with Beethoven's passionate and intense nature.

Under Chopin's flowing ten fingers, the sensitive hammer of the kawai piano strikes on the crisp strings, like the sun shining through the clouds on a winter day, bright and warm.

In Vienna of that era, there is no trace of such movement in the compositions of Haydn or Mozart.

On the giant screen in the background of the stage, dense triplets are like light dances of fingers on the keys, gorgeous but pompous.

A string of bells jingle through the sound flow from high to low, blooming all the way to the beautiful scenery.

The beautiful music gives the illusion of beauty, and the young man in front of the piano is painted in bright colors for every pair of eyes and ears.

In Beethoven's music, emotions are the most complex.

Beethoven's memory, in addition to Czerny's short lines of apprenticeship, is only the scene of the first meeting between the two of them at the 'Casa Figaro', mentioned in Amadeus's last wishes.

This does not exclude common-sense popular science and the history of characters written by later generations, but since there is Chris's piano space, the things that used to be rotten on the page are no longer fresh enough for Qin Jian himself.

Just like the sharp shift of F and P in the current section, if the player only plays the strength of the music based on the contrast of volume, the musical content presented will seem to the audience to be just another cliché for the senses.

Qin Jian raised his head slightly, looked at the sky above the stage, he had no intention of looking at the overhead camera, his eyes fell far away on a dusty old spotlight, just like Beethoven put down the quill in his hand at a certain moment in a certain year, month, and day, and turned his head to look out the window, the street vendor was selling in Italian he didn't understand, and that scene happened to be seen by the tavern maid on the street.

That scene was written into history, and that day Beethoven wrote the first chapter of the great sonatas.

And at this time, this scene seems to have also been recorded, what kind of eyes does the young Chinese youth look on the big screen.

Under the fluctuating music, there is a pair of peaceful eyes.

In the reproduction of the rapid movement of the music, the music and the picture are filled with a sense of contradictory harmony.

"He belongs on this stage. ”

In another corner of the auditorium, a burning gaze never left the stage for a moment.

Takeshi Toji, an ordinary young music critic from Tokyo, is racking his brains to find all the words of the language as if he has found a treasure, and at the same time he is writing them down on the manuscript paper.

The music moves slowly.

Qin Jian knew that the music was coming to an end, just as Beethoven knew that the pen in his hand had reached the end and should return to the main key of F minor.

Qin Jian was somewhat satisfied with today's performance, just like the young Beethoven happily took the score to find Haydn.

Perhaps at the moment when the young Beethoven knocked on the door through the streets, Qin Jian's hands stopped.

"W-"

A short outro.

Qin Jian left the keyboard elegantly with both hands.

The hall was silent.

Qin Jian sighed softly at the piano, pursed his lips, and then stood up and faced the audience.

He bent down deeply.

The next second.

The silent hall boiled.

"Whoa————————

"Whoa————————

"Whoa————————

The surging applause resounded throughout the concert hall, and under the golden stage, the young Chinese youth bent down again.

"Whoop————————————

.......

.......

"The moment is like Vienna in 1785, where a twinkling new star is slowly rising. ”

In a small bar, there are young people sitting in twos and threes.

"No, that's all. ”

Duan Ran looked at the translation software on her phone and read it word by word, then turned to the side, the curvature of the corners of her mouth couldn't hide her smile at the moment, "Amazing, great musician, this article has been reprinted 7314 times, and it's only been 6 hours." ”

"That's. ”

Qin Jian leaned his legs and drank the plum wine in his hand in one gulp, to be honest, he had already begun to like this sour drink a little.

"However, you did a great job in the fourth movement today. ”

Duan Ran took a sip of the cherry juice in front of him, "I think it's better than that time in the Huayun Competition." ”

"The emotions are natural, and the left hand part of the triplet is handled so well that I always can't play that part well. ”

"Not really," Qin Jian recalled.

Moment.

"I actually made a mistake in one place when I switched between DIM and Cresc frequently, and by the fourth movement, my palms were all sweaty, and the kawai keys themselves were smooth, and as a result, a black key slipped. ”

Qin Jian shook his head and smiled as he spoke, "I was a little panicked at that time, but I didn't dare to look at the keyboard." ”

"Yes! I'm a little impressed when you say that, that's when you looked up at the ceiling. ”

Duan Ranjiao smiled, "You are trying to cover up your mistake with your body." ”

"I think this explanation is the most plausible. Qin Jian poured himself a glass of plum wine again, "How do you plan tomorrow?

"I don't know, what about you, do you have any games you want to watch?" Duan Ran suddenly thought of something as he spoke, and said again, "There will be Fang Zongyao in the Group D game tomorrow afternoon. ”

"Good. ”

Qin Jian nodded, Fang Zongyao's competition still needs to be supported, and by the way, take a look at the overall level of this year's junior group.

"Then tomorrow afternoon we will go to the concert hall of the Cultural Center, and in the morning we will go to the work of the four hands together. ”

"Okay, listen to you. ”

Duan Ran nodded vigorously, and then revealed a pair of small tiger teeth, "So let's go eat takoyaki now." ”

"Takoyaki?"

Qin Jian frowned.

"What's that?"

......

As night fell, the first day of the Mozart International Music Competition in Asia came to an end.

Players from all over Asia played differently in today's match.

The A4 contestant from the Huaguo youth group received high praise, and some netizens took a clip of the last movement of the contestant's sonata to slap the voices in the forum who shouted 'he's just a third-rate keyboardist who can juggle'.

On the other hand.

According to the statistics of the online voting data on the support rate of the contestants after the game, on the first day, there were no bright spots in the election from Japan.

Even Natsuki Aso, a junior contestant who had high hopes from the Musicians Association, actually repeated the melody incorrectly in the performance of the sonata.

'She actually remembered the score wrong!' This is the second most popular topic about the game today after 'the voice from China'.

This made many music critics in the circle extremely indignant, "How can our players make such stupid mistakes on the stage of international competitions." ”

As a result, many radicals even blamed this responsibility on her teacher, Nobuyuki Tokai.

"In this matter, he has an absolutely inexcusable relationship. ”

"How can a blind man teach a normal person how to read staves. ”