() Moments later.

Under the applause, the golden hall sounded again.

"Next Player"

"Group A No. 4"

"Qin Key"

"From Hua Guo Quan Province"

"Repertoire, Chopin Etude Op 25-11, Beethoven Sonata No. 23 in F minor"

"Designated harp, kawai"

About a few seconds after the curtain fell, the figure that was already familiar to many audiences appeared on the stage.

Everyone was curious about what kind of performance this young man who sometimes smiled, sometimes silent, and sometimes gentleman on the stage would bring today.

Qin Jian didn't participate in the topic, but he never left the topic of this competition.

From the highlights of the jazz winter piano fight, to the affectionate admiration of Beethoven in the first round, and even daring to use the ensemble competition scene as a stage for interacting with his female partner, every cropped shot was watched by the outside world during his quiet days in the piano room.

After a slight bow, Qin Jian came to the piano and sat down.

After adjusting the height of the piano bench, he pulled out a white handkerchief from the lining of his tuxedo, carefully wiped his hands, and then wiped the keyboard.

You're all set.

"Focus on guidance. ”

"Open. ”

The sensory nerves in the moment seemed to be opened, and at this moment, Qin Jian seemed to be able to feel the fine dust in the air.

"Whew. ”

Exhaled softly.

Just when everyone saw his undulating chest as if he was about to raise his arms high again, they saw that Qin Jian on the big screen just raised his right hand casually.

Slowly landed on the white creamy keys.

A soft and graceful 'ooh' sounded, and then as the hand was raised and fell, another 'o' was repeated.

In this way, the same sound sounded one after another.

The third.

The fourth.

It's just that each new repetition will be one point weaker than the previous one.

So much so that when the fifth note of the monophonic introductory melody appeared, the ears under the stage seemed to have a slight hallucination.

The sound on the stage was so weak that it seemed that the light on the stage could be dispelled with a little brighter.

But the golden stage light is just right, so that the audience in every corner can see how the fingers on the keys are moving through the close-up of the camera on the big screen.

After a second of silence.

The right hand in the camera continues to move slightly in a slightly gathered hand shape.

The monophonic melody becomes a chord at this moment.

This time, everybody heard it.

The motive of the winter wind is like a breeze of differentiation.

It's just when everyone is feeling the feeling of spring.

The chord note is missing in A minor.

The colors in A minor are gloomy, and this gloom is like the last moment before dawn.

"Phew..."

Wow.... Spiraling and vanishing.

Just when everyone was still looking for this tail note, Qin Jian's left shoulder silently moved Qin Jian.

The next second.

I saw Qin Jian's brows tightened, and his right hand suddenly bounced and glided down from the high register, while his left hand spanned three octaves.

Stirring in the air, a grainy, clear stream bursts out of the piano's castanets with a momentum that moves forward.

"Whew. ”

Hearing this, the ordinary audience in the audience breathed a sigh of relief.

It was the winter wind they were familiar with, and like every version they had heard, it was passionate and gorgeous.

However, experienced players or some of the judges had a different idea.

What distinguishes each player is their playing style, which applies to the vast majority of players or performers.

And Qin Jian has always had his own definite style, or he has his own playing emotions for each piece.

In his homework, he would design small parts of the performance, about like a musical motive.

After connecting these small links through the whole musical vocabulary, reflect on and consolidate and revise them in the exercises.

Therefore, before a work is completely formed, he will go through such a repeated process.

In the art examination stage, Qin Jian's winter wind is cold and fast.

Use skillful fingers to shorten the time between notes as much as possible, creating an exaggerated showmanship.

As time passed, and as Chopin's free tempo became more and more proficient, he gradually adjusted the angle of his fingers to remove some of the aggressiveness of the fast passages.

After communicating with Duan Ran many times, Shen Qingci's interpretation of Chopin gave him some new hints.

For the time being, it can be said that Qin Jian's Chopin is mixed, but it is undeniable that the music that comes out in this way occasionally undergoes some chemical reactions.

For example, now.

"It's ingenious, but it's not Chopin. ”

On the judges' bench, the mustache sitting in the middle gently raised his beard.

"What is Chopin?"

On the side, the white-haired old man who heard the sound turned his gaze to the mustache, "No one can give an answer to this question." ”

.....

"Wow. ”

With the last string of sound flowing rapidly, Qin Jian's hands fluttered through.

Put your hands together.

The end of the etude was played.

"Not bad. ”

Moved his wrist slightly.

After calming down the intense emotion, he took a deep breath and put his hands on the keys again.

As the first theme of depression appeared, Qin Jian's facial expression underwent some subtle changes.

His left hand was sluggish, but the green tendons on the back of his hand made the black piano pattern a little uneven.

Beethoven's work may have been inherently uplifting.

The repressed desire for light and the fierce struggle against the so-called fate run through the core of this series of works.

In form, Passion, the first masterpiece of the world, is indeed an expression of Beethoven's original spiritual will.

Beethoven's music, on the other hand, is lonely.

After a faint trill, Qin Jian's hands opened, and the moment the three or five fingers of his left hand crossed the chord, his right hand ran along.

At this moment, his expression changed again.

On the big screen, Qin Jian's gaze followed his left hand closely, his eyes blinking from time to time, and his head swaying slightly uncontrollably.

When critics talk about a performer's work, they are usually surprised and ridiculous by their strange postures and expressions, and people are often more interested in the performer's own state of performance than in the performer's music.

It's a natural perspective.

Qin Jian's body expressions in front of everyone aroused the curiosity of the public.

Music connects the performer and the listener, and it is not difficult for the listener to find that the state of the performer is also changing through the subtle changes in the music.

Qin Jian used his emotions to pull his limbs, and his limbs inadvertently drove the emotions of the audience.

It's a wonderful relationship.

That's it.

With Qin Jian's suddenly raised arms, there was a holding breath under the stage.