In this way, Qin Jian had his first contact with Ido.

When he returned to the hut in the evening, he shared this matter with Duan Ran, and there was no longer a situation that made him wait for a long time, Duan Ran quickly replied to him, "I'm still in the piano room, what did Ido tell you?"

Let it go: if you don't understand what he's saying, practice it!

Duan Ran practiced the qin, and Qin Jian began the translation of literature.

The lives of the two people are back on their own tracks.

What followed was that Qin Jian's new stage of learning was about to start again.

The next morning, when Qin Jian was practicing his morning exercises, Liao Linjun came to the temporary small classroom.

He was dancing the double octave on that kawa.

The speed was so fast, even if Liao Linjun came in, he was a little surprised.

It was as if the piano room with a sharp gust of wind knew that Qin Jian's hands were calmed down when he stopped.

"Sister Lin Jun, I'm done warming up. Qin Jian consciously sat back in front of the ancient piano behind him, waiting for Liao Linjun's next instructions.

Liao Linjun: "Come on, listen to the revolution." ”

Qin Jian adjusted the piano bench, and then raised his hand to make a preparatory performance.

Before dropping his fingers, he took care to balance the height of his arms again, and then took a breath.

"Woo ——"

Hands down.

The revolution, full of a sense of age, is running at a not fast pace.

Now Qin Jian no longer needs to think about whether he can make each note clearly conveyed, and he doesn't even need to think about what his fingers are doing.

There is only one thing Qin Jian needs to do now, and that is to find it in the sound of the piano flowing in his ears.

Gradually, he closed his eyes.

Combined with the thoughts heard through Shervnandi's performance and the dialogue with Duan Ran.

Qin Jian put more attention on the sound.

The music goes on, and every now and then something changes, and there are no changes that happen again.

The repetition ended quickly.

Playing Chopin in its entirety for the first time on the piano, Qin Jian had a lot of gains, first of all, he could be sure that Duan Ran's conjecture was not wrong, and the timbre could be changed with the control.

Although it is only a subtle change, when a few bars or an entire phrase are linked together, the area and scope of the change becomes enough to be noticed.

So Qin Jian already had the first question at this moment.

"Tell me about it yourself. ”

Liao Linjun also cooperated, and as soon as he came up, he threw the problem to Qin Jian.

"Sister Lin Jun, I remember you said that the sound of every piano is fixed, and I have felt this during my practice on different pianos before. “

Qin Jian paused, "But in the process of playing just now, I heard that the timbre of the same piano can also have different changes. ”

"Is there a conflict between the two?"

Faced with Qin Jian's rhetorical question, Liao Linjun gave a short answer, but she didn't leave Qin Jian more time to think, and then talked about CF7.

"CF7 you've already tried it, how do you feel?"

Compared with the Steinway D274s, Qin Jian truthfully gave his own answer: "From a personal point of view, the cf7 should be the one with the highest performance among the pianos I have played so far." ”

Liao Linjun nodded in agreement with Qin Jian's opinion, "I agree with you, in terms of the multi-layered sound of the piano itself, CF7 can be said to be a high-level creative product created for the performer to do whatever he wants. ”

"Technique and expressiveness are still the standard by which piano performance is measured, and if a high-end modern piano is compared to a supercar, then the daring virtuoso can use it to soar all the way to no-man's land.

"Striving to exhaust the possibilities of combining physical function and piano performance is the true value and meaning of CF7's existence. ”

At the same time, the modern piano represented by the CF7 can give the player. ”

Liao Linjun hit the nail on the head and told the truth behind CF7.

"But. ”

Qin Jian's ears pierced, but after that, it must be the point.

"When faced with a piano, we have to ask what it can bring us. "Good Mood Literature Network

With Liao Linjun's words, Qin Jian reflected.

"Yes, I told you that every clavichord has its own sound, and that's fine, but when you sit in front of a claviad, you have to think about a few things. ”

"What is the sound of the piano. ”

"What is the voice you want. ”

"What is the sound of Chopin or Mozart. ”

"What is the sound that the listener hears. ”

Gradually, Qin Jian felt a hint of why Liao Linjun had to start letting him practice from the ancient piano at this stage.

"Because the sound of the clavichord is fixed, its sound is even more singular than that of any modern piano. ”

Qin Jian's brain buzzed, he understood.

"So in order to get the most out of such a instrument, you have to find a way to try different touches and strums to make it sound the way you want. ”

Liao Linjun stopped here when she said this, and she felt that she was almost done here.

Moment.

Qin Jian sighed, and a sense of transparency flowed from top to bottom all over his body.

"You want me to find what I really want to express through piano practice. ”

Liao Linjun smiled and didn't give Qin Jian a positive answer, but he didn't deny it either.

She only said: "If you have ridden a horse, you know where the limits and limits of the horse as a means of transportation are, when you have played the piano, you know where the maximum of the instrument is in your hands, and when you know this limit, will you think more deeply about the matter of playing, this is your own problem." ”

"Maybe you have something else to discover, and I look forward to sharing it with you. ”

...

This morning's conversation undoubtedly injected a new wave of energy into Qin Jian's body.

Regarding expression, about the piano, about the limit, about the etc., etc., Qin Jian needs to be carefully sorted out.

In the afternoon, Qin Jian found a huge rock platform on the beach outside the courtyard.

He lay on this stone platform all afternoon,

Listening to the sound of waves from the depths of the sea and feeling the hot flashes of the sun, he thought about which entry point to start from to enter the new world that Liao Linjun sketched for him today.

It's a big project.

Qin Jian hadn't felt this excitement for a long time, and it was much more real than what he had seen and heard from Chris's piano guide.

And in this thought process, perhaps the blue sea gave him some inspiration.

Finally, at ten minutes of sunset, Qin Jian came up with a plan.

"Let's start with what the sound of the piano is. ”

This is the first question raised by Liao Linjun.

Now it has become Qin Jian's first question.

“Yeah～”

The problem was solved, and Qin Jian was also hungry.

He jumped down from the rocky platform, just as a small wave hit, and he kicked at the wave on a whim, but the kick was empty, and the slipper on his left foot flew into the sea in a circle.

Qin Jian: ....

At this moment, a voice came from afar in the direction of the courtyard: Jian !!Roasted oysters are ready!!"

Familiar sounds.

"Uncle is back. ”

"Sounds like a lot of oysters came back. ”

Qin Jian was very happy.

Before, he just thought the oysters were delicious, but now he thinks he should eat more.

Leaving another slipper in place, Qin Jian walked towards the courtyard with his bare feet on the fine sand.

The waves behind him came one after another, and in a short time, the beach turned into two slippers.