August 1.

At 10:17 a.m. Bergen time, Qin Jian didn't feel sleepy after hanging up Fang Zongyao's phone, although he practiced the piano until midnight last night

It had probably been going on for a week or so, and Qin Jian would continue to return to the piano room to practice the piano after finishing the harmony lessons in the evening, sometimes until 1 o'clock in the morning, sometimes until 3 o'clock in the morning.

He had practiced a little later last night, and he had only come out of the piano room at dawn, and when he passed by Old Haring's door, Old Haring was already waiting for the sunrise on the chaise longue, and the two of them said good morning to each other.

He went back to bed but couldn't fall asleep excitedly, as long as he closed his eyes, his ears were filled with the sound of a mixture of piano and clavichord, and all the notes, timings, articulations, rhythms, and dynamics of Chopin appeared in front of him in various counterpoints and harmonies.

He finally fell asleep, but he felt that as soon as he closed his eyes, the phone next to his pillow came.

Be able to understand the joy of good friends sharing it.

"The weather is nice today~"

Unable to even breathe, Qin Jian looked out the window tiredly, trying to hint in words that he should cheer up. ’

After getting up from the bed, he sent a message to Duan Ran, he washed his face and went out.

On the way to the piano room, the entire courtyard was rarely quiet, and even the sound of Edo's piano was not heard, and Qin Jian guessed that Ido also went to the market with them.

Today is the rest day of the piano workshop, the workers don't have to go to work, Liao Linjun and the old bartender and others went to Bergen early in the morning to catch the market, last night Liao Linjun also asked Qin Jian if he wanted to be together, Qin Jian refused, the reason was that he wanted to sleep well.

Although I didn't get a good night's sleep, it was still a pleasure to start today's practice early.

Pushing open the door of the piano room, Qin Jian sat directly in front of the little gray next to the little brown, and raised his hand to practice the slow scale.

Little Gray was moved here half a month ago, and at that time Qin Jian felt that he had completely hollowed out Little Brown, so he had a new love, Little Gray.

The little gray voice is light, the jingle bell is more like the sound of a plucked stringed instrument, and there is a bit of a music box dreaminess in the playfulness.

Fast finger movements also give the player better responsiveness, except for overly sharp trebles that are difficult to tame.

Under the teaching of two pianos and three teachers, it can be said that Qin Jian has been singing all the way in a kind of rapid progress this month.

Especially in the horizontal music, the old Assad's insight into counterpoint, the old bartender's shallow and deep in harmony.

The combination of the two made Qin Jian's observation of the score more comprehensive, and he no longer had to linger on the surface of the sound without being able to go deep into it.

Now he is able to really dissect Chopin's motivation for writing from the perspective of counterpoint, and return to the romantic idea of the 19th century from the perspective of harmonic development.

Combined with his accumulation of bits and pieces over a long period of time, through the cycle of reflection, practice, summary, and reflection, he took the initiative to think about when music became an expression of thoughts from the description of life, love, and nature.

This change can be felt in the sound of his piano at this time, and his piano sound is no longer gorgeous and unpresentable, nor does it resemble a kind of lofty work of art.

His casual scales sound like a normal piano lover at first glance, with occasional lack of clarity in dynamics, but they are extremely comfortable to hear.

This is a metamorphosis, the same metamorphosis he experienced in the final of the Mozart Piano Competition, but unlike that time, what he realized was the spiritual connotation of Mozart's music, and this time he realized a way of thinking.

In the past, he struggled with how to interpret each note perfectly, but now his eyes have been set on a sentence.

If the words and sentences are just gorgeous for the sake of gorgeousness, whether the sentences under the gorgeousness can really move people's hearts.

Playing and composing seem to be the same in this regard.

Some composers are gorgeous for the sake of being gorgeous, and they use their gorgeous writing skills to write well-known melodies.

Some composers express their thoughts in a bitter and bitter tone.

In Qin Jian's view, Chopin's greatness is that he belongs neither to the former nor to the latter.

He used the most gorgeous language to write the most ignorant love, the most sleepless nostalgia, the most poignant exile, and the most scorching national feelings.

Chopin's voice was probably what he wanted to say. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Makes sense. ”

"Because his words were so beautiful, he became a pianist. ”

This is the feeling of sitting on the rocks by the sea after Qin Jian finished practicing in the early morning of the morning.

Guided by this simple clue, he tried to analyze each of Chopin's works from a comprehensive perspective, looking for every expression of Chopin.

Behind every harmonic effect, every counterpoint, is the focus of his focused peeping.

With analysis, it is natural to try.

The results of the attempt gave him a feeling of 'I am'.

He didn't even ask for the opinions of others, and directly made his own judgment.

It could be some kind of Chopin voice. ”

Just like the scale he was pointing at this point, he was trying to play with a Chopin voice.

The bright C major key is playing the good weather of the moment, and the small gray sharp voice has softened a little under the pressure of his fingers, just like the morning sun, bright but not so harsh.

The melancholy arpeggio in F minor is not fast, because he is playing his body tired at this time, and the feminine beauty can also be reflected in the jingle of the bell.

The frenzied octave chromatic dynamics are the result of the strength of his arm, as if to foreshadow his mental exaltation.

There is no single stipulation that the sound directed at Chopin can only exist in Chopin's works with or without Chopin's titles.

Qin Jian felt that Chopin's voice could also be a musical scale.

He imagined that it was Chopin himself, in a state of exhaustion and exuberance, playing in the bright weather to express himself.

It was a process that seemed interesting to him, and he would continue to experience Chopin's series of works in this process.

This process will also be the beginning of a new stage for Qin Jian, of course, it does not mean that Qin Jian has completely found Chopin's voice, he has a hunch that what he feels is only a part.

But at this stage, he knew he couldn't go any deeper.

Chopin's competition was just one stop in his life, and he didn't want to make sure he had to reach a certain level before the start of the race.

He wants to win, so he must first overcome his desires.

Traps are everywhere, so be careful.

A proper stop is a way to move on