Time passed day by day, and the first month of 2015 was coming to an end.

Qin Jian's daily life is still the same as before, without any increase or decrease in content.

The theme is to practice the piano, translate and listen to the recording, and the sub-theme is to eat and sleep.

A holiday life without interlude and brilliance may be a little boring if you are someone else, but Qin Jian enjoys this feeling very much.

Because it's his personal time, he can listen to any music he wants.

Ever since Beethoven's string quartets inspired him, he has also tried to experience a wider variety of classical music, chamber music in various instrument forms, symphonies, and even operatic oratorios.

Whenever he was surging for a piece of music, he would listen to the work or things in his hand and applaud, and express his inner emotions loudly like a nervous person.

Since the last class, he has also deeply reflected on himself in this paragraph.

Regarding Shen Qingci's reminder of "disorientation", he did not ignore it before, but he did not attach too much importance to it.

After being reminded by the other party, he came back and thought about it carefully, and when he played a few more paragraphs casually, he was stunned to find how timely the other party's advice was.

He unnaturally brings out in his fingers the feeling of a pianist who was completely unhis, something that was completely unhis.

It took him three days to adjust his condition before he regained his old feelings.

And then everything was back on track.

This made Qin Jian's process of pinching and sweating also remind him at the same time - to be cautious and humble.

For these 88 keys, he has not yet done it by heart.

The change in mentality gave him some new insights when he listened to the pianists again.

No matter how Qin Jian categorized these pianists before, they were basically in the category of technical field and personal style.

Combined with the three new words "possibility" and "paradox" and "bridge" mentioned by Shen Qingci in the lesson, Qin Jian found that these pianists, no matter what posture they played Chopin, were just expressing their understanding of Chopin in their own way.

Qin Jian wondered if he could think about and listen to them from a different angle, assuming that these performers were not Polish, but simply piano players?

After trying, Qin Jian unexpectedly found that after removing the nationality label attached to these performers in his heart, the things they played were released differently.

Their phrasing, their playing, and the feelings they want to express are all clearer.

And at this time, Qin Jian could more deeply appreciate their extraordinary.

"Maybe they also want to get rid of the nationality label and look for more possibilities about Chopin. ”

"When they couldn't move, they stood at the intersection and stopped. “

Then he turned around and left his skills, what he had learned and felt in his life, to the people behind him. ”

"From generation to generation, we will always continue to move forward in the inheritance. ”

Qin Jian thinks that this is probably a true portrayal of 'music never ends'.

Sixty years ago, Mr. Fu Hua brought the sound of the Chinese piano to the world stage with a dream, and a song of mazurka knocked on the door of the piano holy land.

After returning to China, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the development of the Chinese piano industry, leaving a valuable wealth of experience for the next 30 years.

Fifteen years ago, Shen Qingci took over the banner of Mr. Fu Hua, and once again appeared on the international stage with a posture of being born out of nowhere.

Although he chose to retire later because of some accidents, the three words of Shen Qingci were enough to amaze the entire piano world.

After returning to China, he also chose to devote himself to the development of the Chinese piano industry, and conscientiously cultivated a new generation.

Qin Jian knew that it was not just these two benchmarks of the times.

In the past 60 years, for the development of Chinese piano, there are countless Chinese piano players, workers and enthusiasts who have worked hard for it, just like those Polish performers, everyone has been working hard to explore at different levels.

And now...

Time is still moving forward...

At any stage in any kind of history, there will be people who have to shoulder the burden and stand on the cusp of the storm.

Either actively, or passively.

This is the law of nature and the law of the development of human society.

Qin Jian never intended to leave great footprints on the road of music, or to become a musician who left a name for himself in the world.

But as a member of a new generation of Chinese pianists-

If one day, when the future Huaguo Piano needs someone to stand up, he will not hesitate to take the biggest step forward.

If nothing else, this is the responsibility of a member of Huaguo Piano.

Before that, he just needs to do what he should do quietly, and he should be silently accumulating energy.

Like this one recently.

He'd found some clues about the bridge, full of surprises and possibilities.

This time, though, he learned to be cautious.

...

Early in the morning of January 31, after Qin Jian finished the morning practice as usual, he felt that he was in good shape, so he practiced to two o'clock in one go.

When he was about to go to dinner, he received a call from home.

"Hey, Mom. ”

He was holding a phone in one hand and getting dressed in the other.

Then Fang Xuehua's voice came from the phone: "Son, what is delicious to eat at noon?"

"Ugh. Qin Jian wanted to open his mouth and say something casually, this was his usual style and trick, but he also wanted to keep his parents from worrying that he would not eat on time, and he was also afraid that his parents would nag.

But this time his 'lie' came to his mouth and he swallowed it again.

Moment.

"Mom, I just finished practicing the piano and I'm about to eat. ”

Sure enough, Fang Xuehua on the phone was a little reluctant: "You don't eat on time, how many times has my mother told you, no matter what you do, you have to eat on time, when can't you practice the piano.....?"

Qin Jian stopped what he was doing and quietly listened to his mother's "reprimand".

"Mom, I know, I will eat on time in the future. ”

"You have a long mouth, just like your father. ”

Qin Jian smiled awkwardly and touched his nose, "Mom, what did you eat at noon?"

"Your dad and I ordered noodles at noon, mushroom noodles. ”

"Okay, it's nothing to call you, it's just that I haven't seen you call home for a few days, your sister called home some time ago and said that you have been very busy recently, and your father and I thought about this paragraph and didn't call you, just today weekend I said to call you, okay, you go to dinner, don't look at your phone when you cross the street for a while, you don't have enough money to say to your family." ”

"Well, Mom, don't worry. ”

"You and my dad too, pay more attention to your body, I'll go back after this busy section, and I can stay a few more days when I go back this time." ”

"Okay, Mom knows, let's go eat. ”

A short phone call, one minute and thirty-seven seconds, is not enough time for an etude.

But it made Qin Jian's heart warm and self-blaming.

After returning from Moscow, he really didn't call home a few times.

"After recording the DV, I went home. ”

Loading the phone, Qin Jian left 309 quickly.