A long-lost jingle.

A long-lost discovery.

"Chris's Variation No. 7 ?!!!"

The moment the sound passed, Qin Jian sat up from the piano.

Then he opened the space and flipped through his backpack.

A black sheet music glowing with purple light lay quietly beside Chopin's hand formula.

[Chris's Variation No. 7]

[Item description]: BartoRomeo Christopelli's unpublished piano collection No. 7, Variations

I carefully scanned the description of the item.

Qin Jian was shocked.

"Is it open now?"

"Yes. ”

'Click'.

The black sheet music floated up from the inventory, and in the next second, a purple light flashed, and it unfolded in an instant.

A quick sweep of the first page of sheet music.

Qin Jian secretly thought, this score is clearly the work he picked up in the space, except for some notes and rhythms that he recorded incorrectly, the rest is almost the same.

"Speed markings. ”

"Strength markers. ”

"Emoji tags. ”

"Finger hair marking. ”

Qin Jian muttered, his eyes lit up.

Each corresponding position is clearly marked with playing notes.

After a hurried sweep, Qin Jian quickly turned the second page...

His eyes fell on the speed indicator of the second variation, and he was startled.

“168！！”

"The tempo of this variation turned out to be 168 !!"

Looking at the dense sixteenth note score, he was stunned.

"What about playing?!"

How do you play at this speed?

Then scroll down.

On the third page, the speed dropped to 80, and the beatmap was not complicated, similar to my own record.

His gaze fell to the last two sections, and Qin Jian found the place where he had ended.

"Then it's time for the new experience. ”

Just as he continued to turn the page in high spirits.

"Do you want to spend 5,000 Worship to unlock the next page?"

The cold electronic sound sounded in my ears again.

"Yes. ”

Without a moment's hesitation, Qin Jian chose yes, he has long been accustomed to Chris's urine sex, and 5000 worship values are already trivial for him now.

15000 He won't blink either.

The tattoo flashed, and in an instant 5000 adoration fingers were deducted.

Qin Jian's eyes unfolded page 4.

“adagio”

The first thing that catches your eye is the expression mark of the third variation

"Small Flexo"

This speed is comfortable.

Look down

"W-w, w..."

Qin Jian looked at the rhythm and hummed the theme of the third variation while playing the chords on the piano with his left hand.

"Sounds good. ”

The melodic lines are soft and warm-sounding, and the ascending third motive after the modulation revolves around the theme, but the rhythmic pattern seems to borrow from the first variation.

"It's a bit like Schubert's Wanderer's Fantasia. ”

The whole room was filled with Qin Jian's humming and piano harmonic progression, and it sounded extremely harmonious for a while.

[Worship value +3 from Liu Damei]

Two minutes later.

The score on the fourth page was also nearing the end, and Qin Jian played the entire chord section almost single-handedly.

"Sight-reading has improved. ”

Next.

"Do you want to spend 10,000 Worship Points to unlock the next page?"

Voices rang out again in the space.

“....”

“*******”

"Yes. ”

Qin Jian tugged at the somewhat stiff muscles at the corners of his mouth, and chose yes again.

The moment the fifth page unfolded, his gaze was drawn to the bottom first.

Immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's okay.

There is no next page.

Fourth variation, 6/8 time.

Decent speed.

There doesn't seem to be much more than the various chord jumps and octave techniques.

It just so happens that a lot of work has been put into these two technologies recently, and it's time to put them to the test.

Qin Jian sighed and flipped back and forth from the first page to the fifth page several times.

"An introduction. ”

"A fixed theme. ”

"Four variations, strain variations, tempo variations, melody variations, ornamental variations. ”

The standard Classicist period variation format.

"The biggest problem with this work is the speed of the second variation. ”

There are still eleven days, and the time is not loose or tight.

After changing his god, Qin Jian's gaze fell on the title of the work again.

‘chrisvariationsop.7’

Qin Jian turned around and turned on the computer, searched on the Internet, and found no work.

Then type 'BartoRomeo Christopelli' again. ’

A "click" of the Enter key sounded.

A large number of messages popped up on the web page.

Bartolomeo Christopelli (1655-1731), born in Padua, Italy, was a musical instrument maker.

'BartoRomeo Christopelli – inventor of the tapping key'

...

Moment.

Qin Jian closed the computer.

After going back and forth around the room a few times, Qin Jian admitted that he was a little anxious.

He went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, picked up cold water and poured a few handfuls on his face.

The cold temperature of the water made his thoughts steady for a while.

Returning to the desk, I turned on the lamp.

Qin Jian took out a pen that had not been used for a long time from the pen holder on the side, cleaned the nib, and refilled it with ink.

He took out a brand new stave book from the bookshelf and carefully transcribed it against Chris's Variation No. 7.

...

Three hours later.

After drawing the last bar, Qin Jian wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then I continued writing in the lower left corner of the score.

‘chrisvariationsop.7’

Grabbing his pen, he pondered for a moment.

moment

Glanced at the time.

‘14.05.0921:04’

‘chris＇＇’

...

"So be it. ”

"Practice. ”

...

Soon, a heavy introduction sounded again in the room of 206.

No, it can't be called a heavy introduction anymore.

Chris clearly marked "espressivo" in the first measure of the score.

It translates to 'expressive', and no one knows what it is.

After all, no virtuoso has ever explained this correction.

Go back in time.

Maybe it was because Chris ate too much cheese one evening and squatted in the bathroom and was constipated

Perhaps his cat knocked over the vase he had placed on the piano, and a shardy glass floor inspired him.

Perhaps in 1717, Schroeter replaced him with the invention of a more advanced mallet hammer, and in a fit of rage, he returned home and scribbled on blank staves.

There's no way to know all this.

But what we know for sure.

Thirteen days later, Vienna.

On the stage of the Golden Hall.

Someone will start a hidden history.

It's prologue.

...

"Trumpet No. 7 is a variation. ”

After pausing the complicated introduction practice, Qin Jian looked at the handwritten sheet music in front of him, and his thoughts anchored again.

"And what is the format of the first number?"

"Sonata, concerto, witticism, waltz, or etude?"

"Rhapsody?"

His unquenchable curiosity prevented him from entering the normal normal state of piano practice.

“espressivo。 ”

The gaze is back to the first line.

"Tangled. ”

Qin Jian swept over the first four bars again.

The ups and downs of the melody, the contradictory harmony of strength and weakness are progressive.

"It's really tangled. ”

Moment.

"Huh?"

Qin Jian was suspicious.

As if he had thought of something, his gaze froze slightly.

Slowly raised his hands again.

...

Tangled, it seems, can also be used as an expression.