With the experience of playing on stage for the first time, Qin Jian sat down in front of the piano and quickly found the center of the stage.

Borrowing the last time to wipe his hands, he continued to fine-tune his breathing rate.

"Relax, no problem for the second round. ”

"Emotional guidance. ”

"Open. ”

......

The stage was unusually quiet, and in the entire hall, only the sound of the teenagers on the stage seemed to be breathing.

Gradually, the frequency of the rise and fall of the boy's chest and the halo on the stage formed a kind of harmony at a certain moment.

I saw that he first raised his left arm and placed his left hand, and then put his right hand on the keyboard.

The two hands seemed to be overlapping.

It's just a blink of an eye, a teenager's hand.

...

The moment Qin Jian pressed the first note with the tip of his left finger, he closed his eyes.

Then, he pressed the right finger again.

His hands alternated slowly, and at the end of each set, he would lift his right elbow and hang still in the air for a second before falling.

Start the next set of alternates.

Two voices, two tones, two sensations.

From the same keyboard, the same sound area, the same phrase.

One high and one low.

It's like a conversation between two birds.

"Introduction. ”

The audience listened to most of the audience, and this was the first time that such an opening experience had been experienced.

There's no flashiness, and there's no showmanship.

You can't even see the music

There was only a faint tick of life that filled the hall.

Every ear is bathed in the morning light.

Suddenly, a piercing 'Dimi' appeared.

The overlapping left and right hands of the teenager on the stage suddenly pulled apart.

The left hand jumps a long distance towards the left area of the keyboard, and after passing a set of arpeggios, the ring finger rests on a black key.

And the index finger and middle finger of the right hand followed by the boy, one long and one short, fell one after another.

This moment.

Dripping hum ————

The castanets of the grand piano emitted a cacophony of dissonance.

The harmonious musical picture is suddenly broken.

It was like the sound of a car honking in the early morning when it was supposed to be peaceful.

The sense of tranquility is gone.

Immediately afterward, successive dissonant intervals sounded one after another

This made nearly 90 percent of the audience frown.

"Mixi"

Conductor Kobayashi, who was sitting in the second row of judges' seats, was holding his temples with both hands, his eyes shining.

【... Worship -1]

【...-1】

【...-1】

...

Despite half-closed eyes, such information cannot be blocked.

Qin Jian cared, but there was no way to stop it.

This is the instinctive reaction of the listener, for most people, they have long been accustomed to tonal music, for this non-tonal modern music, it is natural that they cannot accept it for a while.

This situation appeared to him, and he expected.

But it's okay.

"The statement of the introduction has been expressed. ”

The melody returns to steady, but it still can't be described as pleasant

'The Girl in the Garden'

It's only two minutes long.

Compared to the other contestants' work, two minutes is too short.

Qin Jian tried many ideas throughout the afternoon, and finally chose this performance plan.

First of all, the modernist piano is not an art that is separate from tradition, so the playing method still has to follow the beatmap.

Although, perhaps, it doesn't sound so pleasant.

Qin Jian also considered using a more peaceful performance in the introduction part, adjusting the local acoustics of the work by controlling the strength and angle of the touch keys, so as to make the 'listening' ear more receptive.

But after a simple attempt, he gave up.

Even with his highly individualistic Romantic approach, he was unable to arrange the atonal beatmaps in an orderly manner in terms of rhythm.

Secondly, will this clever style of performance get points in the hands of the judges?

Qin Jian didn't count this in his heart.

Montbald's work is really pure primitivism from the first note, with no material for the clef from the bar, line, and path, and even more abandoning the traditional two-handed counterpoint.

But again, modernist works do not have a rigorous phrase division and logical structure.

It's more like surrealist painting.

So Qin Jian finally put his thoughts on the layout of the work.

He doesn't try to guess the composer's intentions, but just wants to intuitively feel the composer's thoughts from the score.

Liao Linjun's prompt is about innocence and curiosity, and carries Rodin's view, 'There is no lack of beauty in life, but there is a lack of eyes to find beauty'.

Qin Jian agrees with this, and he often makes this kind of psychological suggestion in the process of practicing all the time.

But when he sat in the glass piano room facing the piano, he saw through the glass window the hustle and bustle of the street with people and traffic coming and going.

Under the brilliant neon lights of the city.

He gradually realized that Rodin's words from a hundred years ago no longer seem appropriate today.

has seen 9012, and Qin Jian has seen more impetuous cities.

It is true that there is never a shortage of beauty in life, but for busy modern people, what everyone lacks is time to discover beauty.

"How to let the listener relax their anxiety for a short time in two minutes of music time"

This is Qin Jian's idea.

He Jing said that Meng Bo's diary was always full of quirky phrases, and his greatest hobby was playing checkers with his left and right hands.

This personality is indeed everywhere in his score.

What Qin Jian needs to do is to complete such a score.

Present.

......

End of a short noisy interval.

The young man on the stage, whose originally straight body bent slightly, ran briskly between his hands.

The melody suddenly changed and did not develop according to the listening habits of most ears.

Rather, it is a return to tranquility.

The gentle drift is a stark contrast to the previous one.

Although there are still some audible dissonances, there is already an alternative sense of comfort.

"Freedom"

In atonal music, the player does not need to deal with contradictory harmonic vocabulary, just like the problems encountered in life that are hard to solve but cannot be fundamentally solved, which will only form an obstacle.

Gradually.

The whole hall entered a state of relaxation, and there was no strict musical logic, and there was no need for ears and nerves to do anticipation.

Here, you can hear the croaking of frogs in the mud after the rain, or the rustle of the autumn wind sweeping through the wheat fields

It's all in the imagination.

Or even take a nap.

......

Backstage, the door to lounge 30 opened.

With the music in his ears, the boy in the black dress slowly walked through the porch to the common area.

The players in front of the big screen unconsciously gave way to their positions.

He didn't notice, though, and all eyes were on the performers on stage.

I felt a feeling that I had never felt before.

"How did he do it?"

......

The more Qin Jian played, the easier it became, and the melody that came out of thin air under his ten fingers immediately rode away with the wind.

You don't have to hide it.

There are no secrets here.

Chic and smooth, without the clear outline of the musical phrases.

Putting aside the complicated 'bad things' of serious music

More and more listeners have become accustomed to what seems to be random improvisation.

even found his own outlet in the irregular music.

However, not every pair of ears is willing to accept this feeling.

"It's totally against the music!"

A judge from country D did not hesitate to pick up the pen and mark a very low score on the scoring sheet in front of him, 85.

But that doesn't stop the music from coming to an end.

"W-drip-"

The original musical theme pops up again.

The dialogue between the left and right hands of different heights is reproduced.

This time, Qin Jian skillfully used his hands to make a rhythmic accent suspension.

After the right hand crossed a set of strong arpeggios in the big jump, the left hand was changed to one long and one short and pressed in place.

Contrasting the strength of the introductory paragraph at the beginning feels the opposite.

The sense of vitality returned, just when everyone thought that the music was going to continue the harsh repetition

Qin Jian suddenly retracted his left hand, leaving only his right hand and right foot pedal.

"Perfect!"

Muttering, the moment he stepped on the pedal, he gently slid his right index finger over the last note in the high register.

'Ding ————'

With the last treble reverberating over the entire stage

Two minutes for the audience.

This is the end of it.

Just the next second.

Qin Jian's expression suddenly froze.

......

"Discover the Memory Pill"