() As South Korea's Park Chang-woo pressed the last chord of the sonata, the audience burst into applause again.

Qin Jian believes that this enthusiastic applause must be a tribute to Liszt's Majepa etude brought by Park Changyu, not the farewell sonata that has just ended.

Qin Jian personally doesn't really admire this kind of Beethoven who walks on the wall.

Maybe it's the timing of the opponent's precise throwing of his hand into the air during the performance, or maybe it's the opponent's exaggerated head shake that makes the brilliant movement more expressive on stage, in short, the visual effects that can't be included in the CD add a lot of points to his overall performance.

Of course, his solid performance is indispensable.

And the performance of the rest of the players also seems to have come up with something at the bottom of the box.

In the same work, each person interprets their own understanding in the performance, and it is different.

Some people prefer a solo concert style, while others prefer a rigorous academic style.

The former requires a lot of stage performance experience, especially on the commercial stage, while the latter almost strictly adheres to the nature of the work, and the players of this style of performance are basically from the top music schools in the world.

Players like Qin Jian, who have neither been tested by the classical commercial stage, nor have systematically studied abroad, and occasionally carry private goods in their works, are almost non-existent in the youth group.

But he is the only one who has just turned eighteen.

In the speech of the announcer, the entire audience also moved.

For a while, the surrounding noise was endless.

"Let's go too, eat. ”

"Can I eat okonomiyaki today?"

"No, I can't. ”

"Slightly~"

In the passage leading to the exit, a pair of young people also intervened.

The first day of the Youth Finals is over.

Simple had a light dinner near the hotel.

The two returned to the hotel.

"I just finished the race today, so let's take a good rest. At the door of the room, Duan Ran said.

"Let's get this done. ”

After changing his clothes, Qin Jian left Duan Ran and came to the piano room alone again.

Duan Ran only has the last match of the ensemble group left in Tokyo, and Qin Jian still has Mozart's competition waiting for him after the ensemble final the day after tomorrow.

Although there is nothing to practice for Bach's four-part ensemble, the final piece of the duo ensemble, for Qin Jian personally, practicing the piano is still an urgent matter.

However, there is always a harvest in the busyness, and the worship value of 5100+ harvested today still makes him feel a burst of benefits.

...

19:07。

Qin Jian sat down in front of the piano on time.

After a brief warm-up, Qin Jian opened Amadeus's last wish, and completed the score of K279 in his mind twice in the background piano sound of the first chapter.

After fully mobilizing the emotions, raise your hand and start the exercise.

After about an hour, Qin Jian finished the K279 practice.

"Whew, that's it, as a preliminary work, there should be no problem. ”

A short break.

Qin Jian set his sights on the K491 concerto.

For this final piece of Mozart, Qin Jian had already prepared the piano part before he set off, but he didn't count it before he rehearsed it with the orchestra.

The next two hours.

For the music section of K491 and each voice interface and the independent solo part, Qin Jian once again carefully polished it.

After summarizing all the problems, under the urging of the staff, Qin Jian left the piano room.

On the way back to the hotel, he took the initiative to contact Xia Dong and communicated with the other party about his understanding and thoughts about K491.

After a phone call that is neither long nor short.

The two decided to rehearse together at the Muto Hall Concert Hall tomorrow afternoon to see the specific stage effects.

After returning to the hotel, Qin Jian rinsed it off, and then went through the total score of K491 from beginning to end again.

By the time he was ready to go to bed, it was half past two in the morning.

Dragging his tired body, Qin Jian casually turned off the light, turned around and fell on the bed.

After a while, he fell asleep.

In the dark room, only the score of the band spread out by the window, occasionally flashing in the moonlight.

This is the end of a busy day.

...

Early the next morning.

Qin Jian and the others came to the Tokyo Opera Concert Hall again early in the morning and watched the final competition of the youth group.

With the final conclusion of the final group, the organizing committee of the competition announced that the final results of the competition will be announced the day after tomorrow.

The voting system will continue and the top six players with the most votes will travel to Vienna in mid-April for the final ball.

Qin Jian didn't have too many thoughts about this, everything depends on the final result.

...

In the afternoon, accompanied by Duan Ran, Qin Jian and the others arrived at the Muto Pavilion Concert Hall on time.

As soon as I walked into the main hall, the orchestra was already sitting next to the grand piano in the center of the stage.

"Xia finger. ”

"Hello Mr. Xia. ”

The two came to the front and said hello to Xia Dong, who was sitting in the first row of the audience.

"Here we are. ”

Xia Dong got up and gestured at the principal violin on the stage, and the orchestra fell silent in an instant.

Then he turned to Qin Jian, "Rest for a while?"

"No rest," Qin Jian took off his backpack and rubbed his hands, "Come directly." ”

“ok。 ”

Xia Dong said that the two came to the stage before and after, and Duan Ran sat down below as an enthusiastic audience.

Sitting in front of the piano, Qin Jian raised his hand to play a standard note, and then looked at the principal violinist.

The orchestra then completed the antiphon in a short time.

After the audience was quiet, Xia Dong walked up to the conductor's stage, his eyes swept over the scene, and finally fell in front of the piano.

Qin Jian nodded at him.

Then Xia Dong took a deep breath, his toes were slightly raised, and his eyes narrowed.

The next second.

With the graceful arc drawn by the conductor in his hand in the air stick, the sound of dimly colored strings resounded in the quiet hall for a moment.

Moment.

The woodwind group also joined the music.

The melody of the orchestra flows little by little, and the tragic temperament of the music is smooth and a little serious.

Gradually, with the development of music.

A minute passed.

At a certain moment when the orchestra came to a neat pause.

Piano parts will join in.

Qin Jian raised his hand and gently pressed the first tone.

What is strange is that the first few bars of the piano do not have a clear character, which makes Xia Dong's eyes unconsciously glance at the piano.

I saw Qin Jian bowing his head with a wooden face, as if he was looking at the keyboard, and as if he was looking at his beating fingers.

"What's the matter with this kid?"

Just when Xia Dong was about to stop in confusion.

Suddenly.

Qin Jian's head was buried even lower.

The bright minor tune wanders in a circle.

"Knock ——!"

With the sudden appearance of the timpani, the piano suddenly merges with the orchestra.

The reserved piano sound is no longer restrained, as if the veil of emotion has gradually been lifted, revealing its true face.

At this moment, the corners of Xia Dong's mouth rose again with the baton.

...

Under the stage.

Duan Ran quietly looked at the figure in front of the piano, her mind was caused by the sound of the piano, as if every crisp note could easily pass through her heart.

She likes to watch Qin Jian play the piano.

At this moment, the handbag suddenly vibrated with a mobile phone, which made the girl's eyebrows cross a trace of unhappiness, but she still took out the mobile phone.

...

"I've arrived in Tokyo. ”

A message from Shen Qingci.