Qin Jian sighed softly, rubbed his hands, and the panel appeared.

Open Chopin's hand position formula.

A moment later.

A succession of 'clumsy'-sounding scales slowly appeared.

Before I knew it, the sky outside the window had darkened.

Compared with the highlight moments on the stage, the practice time off the stage can be said to be boring enough.

One minute on stage, ten years off stage?

This should be questioned, ten years of work, may not be enough.

But this is the path that every student must take.

The time for the art exam is getting closer and closer.

At this moment, every art candidate from all over the country is working hard for the final sprint.

Of course, their teachers didn't have a moment of leisure.

After the last professional class, He Jing felt a little tired.

At this time, she just wants to go back to the office and drink saliva.

However, the moment she returned to her office and pushed the door open.

A strange woman was sitting across from her desk.

"Hello, Teacher He Jing. ”

The strange woman got up and enthusiastically stretched out her hand to He Jing.

"I am a reporter from our Nanshi TV station, my name is Liu Lu, and Director Lu arranged for me to wait for you here. ”

He Jing was a little different, but she still replied politely, "Hello, Reporter Liu, do you have anything to do with me?"

As he spoke, he went to the water dispenser and poured a glass of water for the female reporter.

"Thank you," the female reporter smiled, "Mr. He, our TV station has been doing an educational interview program recently, and I would like to interview you and your students about the recently concluded Huayun Competition." ”

The female reporter paused, "Is it convenient for you to see?" and her face was full of anticipation.

Just the next second.

He Jing didn't think much about it.

"I'm sorry. ”

20:30。

The camera returns to Room 304 again.

In front of the piano, Qin Jian raised the thumb of his left hand and the little finger of his right hand at the same time.

As the sound of the piano fades away, the panel in front of you

Legato 45

Staccato 394

With more and more proficient playing, Qin Jian also had some new experience in the practice of Chopin's hand position.

The key to legato is indeed to relax the body, and the height of each finger before pressing must be clear in mind.

The key to maintaining a good sense of flow between two notes lies in the tiny air opening between the end of one note and the beginning of the other.

But at this moment that is ignored by almost everyone, just adjust the height of the finger and drop the finger slightly.

sound, it will change.

At first, Qin Jian was not sure in his heart, and compared to a large piece of long music, it was just that the difference between the two notes was indeed abstract and difficult to express

But after he applied this method, the insanely growing proficiency on the panel seemed to tell him that it was right.

"At this pace, you'll soon be able to move on to the next page. ”

For the next stage of practice, Qin Jian was already a little impatient.

Closing the panel, the sound of the flute behind him gradually stopped.

Qin Jian turned around, "Can you continue?"

"Come!"

The fat man's unprecedented confidence is full this time.

Qin Jian smiled, didn't speak, turned around, turned on the focus guide and started directly.

The weak-to-some trills sounded again.

The fat man was obviously much more confident this time, and in the next second after Qin Jian gave the motivation for the music to move forward.

The perfect blowing blends into the music.

At Qin Jian's suggestion, he also seemed to find a sense of letting go.

The limbs were no longer confined, and with the undulation of the flute, the body shook involuntarily.

After solving the problem of dissatisfaction with the timing of the notes, although the flute timbre has not changed substantially, the music does have a lot of flesh.

Faintly, there are some layers in the melody that have not been seen before.

Seeing this, Qin Jian's strength under his hands also adjusted with the music.

The music moves smoothly forward.

Inside the small piano room.

The melody of the flute is bright, and the accompaniment of the piano is low.

The unique romance of French music, under the dialogue between the piano and the flute, the colors and light and shadow become more and more blurred.

Slowly, with the end of the last chord on the left hand of the Qin key.

The music gradually stopped, and the room fell silent again.

The fat man put down the flute, he didn't know how it would be this time, but his emotions were very excited, he was waiting for Qin Jian to speak.

"yes, it's starting to be interesting. A faint voice came from the piano.

“yeh!!!!”

The fat man hurriedly put down the flute, "Quick, quick, Brother Key, play the recording!!" I want to listen. ”

Qin Jian picked up his mobile phone and waved it at the fat man, "I didn't record it this time." ”

"Ah!! Qin Jian !!."

The fat man instantly felt that he was missing a bragging capital.

Qin Jian comforted, "Okay, okay, when the entire work department is completed, I will record a full version when the time comes." ”

"Fatty, let's stop here today, continue tomorrow afternoon, and then go back to the dormitory in the evening to do your homework, and strive to sort out all the problems in the next two days." ”

"Okay! I'll go back now. The fat man said and began to pack up his instruments, "Brother Key, aren't you going back to the dormitory?"

Qin Jian thought for a while, "You just leave me alone, let's gather here at 14:30 tomorrow afternoon." ”

"Hmph, you have a secret behind my back. ”

"Fuck off. ”

With a snap, the door was slammed shut, and Qin Jian was left alone in the piano room again.

I looked at my phone.

“21:03。 ”

Qin Jian got up and came to the window, moving his somewhat sore arm.

"At this pace, there should be no problem for the fat man to take this tune to get into a first-class school. ”

In this way, the problem of fat people is solved.

But what about yourself?

What to play in the art exam?

Qin Jian suddenly found that this was really a problem

The sonatas have great pathos and F minor, both ready-made.

Scales are no problem.

Now there is a lack of etudes.

"Black Keys, Revolution, Torrent?"

Qin Jian went through it in his mind, and in the repertoire list in his memory, there were still a lot of etudes that could be used to participate in the preliminary examination, but he just needed to practice again.

"Or do you want to pick the first one?"

Qin Jian was pleasantly surprised by the idea that he suddenly popped up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"I'm going to practice anyway, and although the time is a little tight, it seems that I can challenge it. ”

"Besides, I had planned to play Chopin's etudes from beginning to end at the end of the competition. ”

As if affirming his thoughts, Qin Jian no longer hesitated.

Turning around, he took out the collector's edition of Chopin's etudes brought back by Yan Jing from his bag.

I flipped it over casually, muttering in my mouth.

"Escape"

"Parting"

"The Sea"

"Butterfly"

"Three Degrees"

Suddenly.

Qin Jian stopped.

His gaze fell on the complex and dense notes in front of him.

A gorgeous melody of bleakness and coldness suddenly appeared in his mind.

"This one seems good. ”

Sonata Collection.

's title seems to have some kind of magic to arouse Qin Jian's strong desire to conquer.

That's you.

"Winter wind. ”