At dinner time, with cheerful live music, everyone in the cafeteria sits around a large table with a variety of fresh seafood on the charcoal grill, and a variety of delicacies and fruit beers on the charcoal grill.

A little girl from a small town is happily plucking the strings of Hardanger's violin, and Norwegian tunes fill every corner of the place.

Old Assad, Liao Linjun, Ido, Qin Jian, and a few young people from the piano workshop, they were eating and drinking around the charcoal fire, eating and drinking, and chatting with each other about the days that they basically didn't understand, but they could see that everyone was very relaxed.

Except for the old Assad and Ido, the old couple who had been sitting at the corner of the table seemed the quietest, and they kept smiling at the group of young people present.

The old Harlem couple are the most respected couple in the community.

According to the old bartender, the body of every piano produced in the market was designed by the old couple, who were from Hamburg, Germany.

Throughout dinner, Porter Sr. was almost always emphasizing the takeaways from his trip.

For example, a few more stories were told, such as a few more strange things at the opening ceremony, and how many delicious fruit wines were drunk at the dinner.

In short, the dinner was invited by the old bartender, and according to local custom, at the end of the dinner every guest had to thank him.

After a lap to Liao Linjun, Liao Linjun simply raised his glass, and it was over.

Finally, it came to Qin Jian.

Qin Jian stood up directly with the wine bottle, bumped into the old bartender's wine bottle, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the oysters, I regret not going to the opening ceremony with you this time." ”

As he spoke, he raised his head and drank it, and as soon as he raised his head like this, the old bartender looked at the circle of small red marks on Qin Jian's neck, and let out a 'wow', and then he also raised his head and muttered.

This old and young blow bottle is over, and tonight's charcoal-grilled oyster beer feast is over.

Everyone said goodbye in the cafeteria they said goodbye one by one the young people planned to continue to play in the town they sent an invitation to qin jian and qin jian said next time.

Back to the hut, after translating the documents for a while, he went to sleep.

...

...

"Focus on Guidance"

"On"

The next morning, he sat down in the piano room at half past seven.

"What is the sound of the piano. “

Turning on the mobile phone to record, he raised his hand and played it directly, and the track chose a soothing Schumann.

He already had a detailed policy in his mind, and this time he was no longer blind, mobilizing every auditory nerve to carefully feel the vibration of the strings under his fingers.

The quaint sound is still the same as at the beginning of yesterday's revolution, and in the middle of the theme melody, if it is handled according to the modern piano, at this time he should strengthen the arm push force to make the chords sound deeper, but in order to ensure the original style of the body, this time he did not do any dynamic processing.

Or according to the dynamics of the opening section, the whole theme should be played to the end.

After a while, he tried a second way of playing, this time he injected more strength into his arms from the beginning, and he still did not make a change in the dynamics in the middle of the melody.

When it was over, he began to play it a third time.

Three times, he directly adjusted the strength to play the third movement of the moonlight.

There was no way to listen to the music after only three bars of music, and the overtones were messy, and the intonation deviations and other problems that had never appeared before jumped out.

Qin Jian hurriedly stopped.

"It's just that the dynamics of the strings can't stand it anymore. ”

If he hadn't done this experiment himself, he really didn't know that this piano that he had been carrying for more than ten days was so weak and not frightened. Let's read books

After thinking for a moment, Qin Jian planned to find the upper and lower limits of the weight bearing of this piano in each register.

The touch of the keys under different forces will directly affect the change of the sound of the piano, which he has already confirmed with Liao Linjun.

He then tested it again with the first movement of Pathétique, the 27 of Czerny 740, and Scarlatti's Sonata in B minor.

After the whole three pieces were tested, a morning passed.

Before lunch, Qin Jian played through the comparison of the keys with different powers, the height of different fingers, and even joined in with different beans in sitting postures.

Finally, a small table was drawn up.

This table clearly lists his timbre evaluation of the instrument, including the range of volumes it can produce, the maximum reaction speed when playing fast, and the variation of its timbre at different forces.

Because he didn't know what kind of terminology to use, Qin Jian's writing was mostly replaced by some familiar tracks.

For example, in the reaction speed of the fast fingers in the high register, he wrote that "the extreme reaction of the fast fingers in the high register of Little Brown 'this piano he has been playing for the past 10 days' is about two-thirds of the speed of the Winter Wind Etude'"

The tempo of the Winter Wind Etude here is the tempo of his normal playing habits, and when he writes it down, it is clear that he cannot play it with a fast run beyond this speed.

After lunch, he continued back here.

After carefully analyzing the table in the way of longitudinal and horizontal comparison, he finally obtained a very preliminary data - the sound data of this little brown plane.

Only his own assessment did not convince him completely, and in the second half of the afternoon he found the old bartender and Liao Linjun to play a set of Bach and Brahms for him, respectively.

In the evening, he even invited the elder Assad to participate in his experiments.

At his request, the elder Assad played Ravel's mirror, which was far more expressive than he expected in the clavichord.

...

Half past ten in the evening.

Qin Jian had already returned to the second floor of the hut, and he was a little exhausted after a busy day.

But at this time, the small brown timbre data table on the desk had been thoroughly sorted out by him.

To put it mildly, this table is a combination of data from three pianists, and if you include himself, it is the data contributed by four players with their own characteristics.

Although it was done by him in the end.

Let it go: sleep, sleep, exhaust me today, good night, good night

Duan: It's hard work, I'll go to bed after finishing my homework, good night?

...

The next day, Qin Jian got up earlier, and early in the morning, he went to the beach to go around, felt the fresh and salty sea breeze, and found a pair of his slippers.

A quarter past eight.

He sat down in front of the piano with great interest, and with yesterday's data, he has greater expectations today.

After going through the form in front of him, Qin Jian could proudly pat his chest and say loudly that the sound of the piano was right in front of him.

"Then there's the second question—"

"What is my voice. ”

Again, this question seems a bit abstract.

Not in a hurry, Qin Jian ran lightly on the scale, and his brain was already spinning rapidly.