Under the applause, Liao Linjun walked onto the stage with a bouquet of purple flowers.

Qin Jian smiled, "Thank you, Sister Lin Jun." ”

Liao Linjun smiled mysteriously, "Thank you for the wrong person." ”

Qin Jian took the bouquet and looked down, and the card was [^^ hey, hey, hey·——]

A small expression plus three hey, no need to guess who it is at all.

"Thank you, Sister Lin Jun," Qin Jian thanked again, behind this must be Duan Ran and the other party privately found each other in advance to arrange such a scene.

"You're welcome, I did well today, but there was a little problem with the sonata, but it should be a problem with the piano. Liao Linjun looked at Qin Jian inquiringly.

Qin Jian: "Well, the strings have to be tuned." ”

Liao Linjun nodded to indicate that he understood, "Let's take a curtain call." With that, he turned around and stepped off the stage.

Qin Jian's curtain call speech was very simple, it was a thank you + a 90-degree bend.

After the concert, Qin Jian, as a temporary performer who does not charge tickets, rarely stepped down from the stage to connect with the audience with personal feelings.

With the help of the old bartender's translation, Qin Jian got a lot of information that he wanted to know, and of course, some other information.

For example, "How do you sound and feel?"

It was a housewife who answered the question, and she said, "It's wonderful, I listened to the whole show." ”

Also, "What's the atmosphere like today?"

The person who answered this question was Qiao Qiao, a worker in the piano workshop, "This is my first time listening to a concert, and it feels great. ”

And the question, "Can you tell me what kind of clavichord sound you hear?"

The answer to this question was a doctor named Rosen, who began by saying a lot, and seemed to be eager to communicate, and talked with the old bartender in a wooden chair for a long time.

He first gave great affirmation to Qin Jian's performance, and secondly, he criticized the unreasonableness of those who quit halfway.

Finally, Rosen said: "I studied the piano as a child, and later played Mozart and Schubert, and I don't think the sound of the piano can compare to the comprehensiveness of the modern piano, but I have to change that point of view now." ”

"But maybe it's a matter of space, and it would have been better if the piano had been louder. ”

As a member of the group of people who have studied the piano, the advice he gave is still worth referring to Qin Jian.

Qin Jian chatted with his acquaintances one after another.

Old Harlem said: "The second movement of the sonata could be better structured, lad, even if it is Chopin's sonata, but it is still a sonata".

A simple sentence made Qin Jian make up his mind, and when he turned around, he must visit this old man in person.

The old bartender rarely said the question of Chopin and the piano: "You prepared the last piece in advance?"

There is definitely no preparation, Qin Jian: "I only remember a few Norwegian music, and I remember the melody of Solveig's song relatively clearly"

The elder Assad gave a thumbs up, but Ido was quite silent after the recital. Nine peaches

Finally, when everyone was about to return to the piano workshop, the young man with a punk hair who had not left took the initiative to send a word of praise, hoping to get a Qin Jian's signature.

Qin Jian naturally would not be stingy with his signature, and under the old bartender's translation, he learned that this young man from Bergen Town, who looked completely unrelated to classical music, was actually a classical violinist, currently studying at the St. Petersburg Conservatory, and had just returned home less than three days after the holidays to catch up with today's recital.

"I know you, I'm following this year's Chopin Competition and I hope you win a gold medal, I love your performance so much. ”

The old bartender translated the last words of the young man with a clear eye.

As the closing speech of the church, Qin Jian was naturally in a good mood.

But he didn't get carried away, and although most of the voices he heard were filled with hugs and praise, there was also the indisputable fact that 'the audience at the end was only half as large as the opening one.' ’

Although the gate is free and open, there are no restrictions on entry and exit, people don't need to buy tickets, they don't need to consume the whole time, and they don't pay the cost of ticket prices anyway.

Maybe they just came in and wondered what Old Bert's nephew was like, and then left.

But on the other hand, Qin Jian felt that his choice of music did not leave these people behind, assuming that this was a piano recital of Grieg at the beginning, would the church be crowded today?

Norwegians love Grieg, Germans love Bach Beethoven, Warsaw people love Chopin, these are obvious things, but if you don't really experience it, you won't really realize it.

It turns out that it is only the music that has no boundaries of nationality, not the people who listen to it. ’

There was no special celebration wine, so everyone returned to the Qinfang and gathered in the canteen to eat some steamed seafood and touch a few glasses of fruit wine, even if it was to congratulate Qin Jian.

After dinner, Qin Jian sent a message to Duan Ran: "I can practice the piano." ”

Then I went to the piano room and began to practice.

After the afternoon recital, he felt like he had found a feeling of playing mazurka.

Mazurka has always been a genre that he has consciously or unconsciously overlooked, and the main source of this situation is that he has too much information about Mazurka that he can't put together.

It wasn't until he had communicated with Master Fu Hua in the morning before leaving for Norway that he had a vague sense of how to play Mazuka.

Mr. Fu's performance seems to have taken off the rules, but when you look back, you will find that the structure of the music presents a surprisingly complete rule, and this rule is not like the rules of Europeans, with a subtle, tranquil and long meaning in oriental aesthetics.

Today, Qin Jian played the second national anthem of Norway without any preparation, and he improvised the whole process, not only did he not have any beatmap markings, but even some melodic rhythms were changed by him.

But when he finished, he was refreshed, and the audience smiled and applauded and all kinds of eyes gave him a response like "This is Bergen, this is Grieg!"

Qin Jian didn't incorporate any playing skills, and he didn't think about them in the process of playing, what he kept imagining in his mind was the life after coming to Bergen, every scene, and the rhythm of life every day.

The scenery eventually transforms into the color of music, and the rhythm of life seems to become the rhythm of music.

"In their familiar colors and rhythms, they heard Bergen, Grieg. ”

What if Grieg was replaced with Chopin, Bergen for Warsaw, and then the modern piano for the 19th century?

Qin Jian has never tried this attempt.

With a strong desire and curiosity, Qin Jian practiced Mazurka all night.

It wasn't until 23:20 that he reluctantly left the piano room.

Because there are 40 minutes until August 6th.